#mysophobia warning

[pale-opal]

Putting my response under a cut as well, for the same reasons:

This makes Flame Hyenard saying this hit completely different now:

What if the reason why his pre-battle lines are the same for all three characters you play as while everybody else has variants is because this is all Hyenard can say? If all he can do is be horribly aware of how much pain he's in? Based on the symptoms and what you wrote, he's reached the point of the infection where the maverick virus is causing him to lose control of his mental faculties. Hence why he blames each member of the three Hunters for hurting him - including Axl, someone he was once friends with. And when you combine that with how hyenas can get rabies in real life, being modeled after an animal might be working against him in this situation.

But it gets worse.

Tornado Tonion's pre-fight dialogue with X suggests that it's only a matter of time before ALL the members of Red Alert who were infected with the maverick virus end up in a similar state:

It's a good thing the Hunters got to everyone when they did. Only three of the members of Red Alert are modeled after creatures that can't get rabies, or at least can't get it the same way mammals can (Wind Crowrang is a bird, Splash Warfly is a fish, and Tornado is an onion. An entire plant). Assuming that what a reploid's design is based on affects how the virus works in their body (although, based on your post, it seems to be indiscriminate), things could have gotten way worse. And then there's Red. He was the only member of Red Alert who wasn't infected with the Maverick Virus (besides Axl, who left them before things went down), and was forced to work under Sigma in the hopes that would lead to the others being returned to their normal states. This means he would've had to watch his friends slowly lose their minds. Imagine how he would've felt if Splash's infection had made it so that he couldn't stand looking at water anymore. If Soldier Stonekong started attacking people unprovoked. If Snipe Anteater had lost his calm demeanor.

I wonder what kind of person Hyenard was before his infection. We as the player never find out, since he's long gone by the time we get to him. And we don't see what he was like in Red's flashback sequences. But from a narrative standpoint, Red must've known exactly who he was. And he must've liked him, since he considered him a friend. One worth ditching his morals for when he followed along with Sigma's plan.

Watching him slip away must've hurt.

I feel like it’s just me thing, I want to make this headcanon about the Maverick virus for a bit.

ALSO CW BELLOW A TALK ABOUT RABIES STROLL AWAY IF UR NOT INTO THIS.

I kinda notice that the Maverick Virus is kinda like a dangerous infectious version of Rabies, but for machines instead of mammals.

Like before the mother elf was a thing, the maverick Virus was said to be incurable and you what else is a commonly incurable transferable disease?

Rabies (I know there’s other diseases but this one kinda struck me a bit if you think about the symptoms of the Maverick virus and Rabies especially with dogs)

A virus that can make someone go rabid and killing them. But it can also include these symptoms. To humans (Now with dogs…Use google amigos cause ummm you get what I’m referring to)

Now knowing that Machines are different meaning that the virus just makes them more insane and aggressive. Also another factor about Rabies is that it greatly affects animals that are mammals. It doesn’t turn extremely violent right away. There are even cases that people didn’t showed signs of rabies in months and Weeks before the symptoms starts to show and things go to Shiet in days.

Now unlike regular rabies in organics, Reploids don’t fucking die days later after they show signs of the virus. They are trapped in an endless hell of anxiety, anger, pain and violence with no hope for a proper cure. The only thing that can save them is just the sweet release of death.

And don’t get me started with the Sigma virus that’s just a whole other beast to talk about.

So I cooked up the idea of the difference between Regular Mavericks and Viral Mavericks

Viral Mavericks are basically rabid reploids who basically went feral and extremely violent for no reason, unable to be reasoned with no matter how hard you try to pacify them. One day they get sick and boom their processors goes completely fried (Slowly mind you), they cannot do anything as they slowly deteriorate into violent animals, also being in agony, death is basically a mercy for them.

Normal Mavericks on the other hand, are just Reploids who just does crime, criminals doing crime stuff it’s pretty basic ya know. These also the whole society that is paranoid of robots so it’s a very fucked up (and common) way to identify ur criminals by calling them a literal disease.

LITERALLY THE ONLY WAY TO PREVENT ITS SPREAD FROM BE INFECTED IS WITH VACCINES-

Like I can talk about it more about it but in conclusion

The Mavericks Virus is literally just a self evolving version of Rabies.

💥💥

[psychosomaticdeicide]

Cooking with grandpa consists of flashbacks to every time he invalidated a completely normal concern I have had while cooking with him previously, including the fact that KNIVES SHOULD BE CLEANED AFTER USE BEFORE BEING PUT BACK INTO THE KNIFE BLOCK, EVEN IF YOU "ONLY" USED IT TO CUT VEGETABLES. SAME GOES FOR VEGETABLE PEELERS.

THIS IS WHY YOUR KNIVES GET RUSTY AND DULL!!! YOU CAN'T JUST PUT THAT SHIT BACK!!! WE CAN TELL YOU ONLY LEARNED TO COOK OUT OF NECESSITY AND HAD BEEN IN THE AIR FORCE BECAUSE YOU'RE ONLY ONE STEP FROM THAT JAPANESE GUY ON TIKTOK THAT ONLY RINSED HIS DIRTY PLATES BEFORE CUTTING HIS MEAT ON THE BOTTOM OF HIS SINK!!!!

[bruhstories]

Bet II

p.1 here & p3. here & p.4 here & p.5 here & p.6 here

summary: it's your first day as a cat sitter and things are going more than well. but will they stay that way? pairing: hwang in-ho/the front man x civilian!reader warnings & content: age gap, afab!reader, slightly detailed descriptions of reader’s background for plot purposes, red text for in-ho, purple for reader, pre 33rd squid game, canon divergent, mentions of domestic violence, veeeery slow burn, reader is an orphan w/c: 2.2k

a/n: hiii, this is pretty much reader's pov, but don't worry, we'll see things through in-ho's eyes in chapter 3! if you would like to be tagged for the next part, please check this post.

You woke up at five in the morning on the first day of your temporary job. It took you about fifteen minutes to walk to the bus stop, and another fifteen to get to Gangnam-gu by bus, but you needed to prepare breakfast for your uncle first. The last thing you wanted was to anger him. You washed a cup of rice and tossed it in the rice cooker before slicing some pickled radish and a fresh cucumber and carrot. While waiting for the rice to cook, you fried some tofu that you had marinated in gochujang the night before.

Around six you woke your uncle up with the bowl of bibimbap and a cup of freshly brewed coffee, but didn't stay long enough to hear him tell you off about how bad his coffee tasted, or how cold the rice was, all completely false statements. It was just the way your life was since your father passed away and your mother left the country. But you couldn't afford your own place, and you probably wouldn't any time soon, so you took odd jobs to stay away from him and pay his stupid debts.

You made it just in time for Eunjoo's breakfast, stepping through the door at 6:50. There was no cat in sight yet, but the moment you opened the food can, Eunjoo peeked from around the sofa, silently sneaking behind you, apprehensive about rubbing against your leg. She waited next to the water bowl as you scooped the food out and mashed it with the spoon, then bent down to place her plate on the silicone mat on the floor. 

It was only after you got back up that you noticed the mess in Mr. Hwang's penthouse. There were so many dishes in the sink, empty bottles of beer scattered on the dining table, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, takeaway boxes stacked on the countertop, a half-full coffee cup, tissues on the floor. You definitely remembered that his house was clean when you first visited him. Too clean, even, like he suffered from mysophobia. You had a lot to do in that house. And then there was Eunjoo, who, for some reason, refused to eat her breakfast despite sitting patiently next to her ceramic plate, tail curled around her paws.

Panic seeped into your veins as you urged the cat to eat, crouching next to her in hopes that she only needed a little encouragement, but Eunjoo stood her ground. You didn't know what to do, the mess was overwhelming and you frantically paced around the kitchen like a headless hen, not knowing what to do first — wash the dishes, take out the trash, force feed the cat. As though Mr. Hwang could see you, your phone vibrated with a text from him.

Good morning. Sorry about the mess, I had a little gathering last night before my trip. Is everything alright? In-ho 

A little gathering? He had a full-blown party! Maybe it was his birthday, or he had a bachelor party. But the mess wasn't important, Eunjoo was. You quickly saved his number in your contacts list and typed a reply.

Morning! Don't worry about the mess, I'll deal with it later. Eunjoo's not eating, though. Should I take her to the vet? She seems healthy, but I’m worrying.

You waited for his text while sitting on the floor, one hand extended for the cat to sniff it. She did, then went back to her plate, simply looking at you, staring directly into your soul with bright green eyes.

Ding!

Oh, I forgot to mention that she only eats breakfast and dinner when I do. You're going to have to eat something. There's plenty of food in the fridge. 

Well, that changed things. You typically had one meal a day since most of the food back home was eaten by your uncle, and you didn't want to pry into Mr. Hwang's fridge and pantry. Rummaging through your backpack, you found a half-eaten bag of shrimp crackers and shrugged. It was good enough for you if it meant she ate.

"My food." You told Eunjoo while holding the bag, giving it a small shake. "Your food." You pointed at her plate.

As if she could understand your words, Eunjoo turned to her breakfast while you munched on the crackers, nibbling on them slowly to save some for later. God only knew when you could have some more food. When her plate was empty, you twisted the bag of remaining snacks and put it back into your backpack before getting up from the tiled floor. 

"Okay." You told yourself. "First thing's first — scoop the poop."

There were two litter boxes in the penthouse, one in the guest bathroom and one in the en-suite. You checked both without paying much attention to your surroundings, and threw away all the clumps of pee and litter, then turned the TV on to play some music. You started off strong with some upbeat songs, a little rock, a bit of pop. Your father raised you on international music. Queen, in particular, was his favourite band, and so your playlist was full of their songs.

Don't Stop Me Now was perfect for doing the dishes. First, you put away all the dry plates and cutlery before emptying the sink. You didn't even bother trying to turn on the dishwasher, your hands worked better and faster, and with the speed of light, like Freddie Mercury sang, you finished washing all the dishes. Each time you rinsed a plate, you turned the tap off, careful not to waste any water. If there was one good thing about not being rich, it was that you learned to truly care about the environment, and tried your best to fight climate change. But you weren’t perfect. No one was. There were skeletons in your closet.

As the song came to an end, you tackled the takeaway boxes. You found the bin and threw away any leftover bits of food that were inedible, saving the cardboard boxes for recycling, along with the beer bottles. The penthouse was looking better by the minute, and after wiping the table and countertop, vacuuming and mopping the floor, you took your phone out and snapped a picture for Mr. Hwang. 

Kitchen and dining room done!

You pressed send and checked the time — 9:00. Shit, your other job was starting soon. Hastily, you turned the TV off, rinsed Eunjoo's water bowl and filled it with fresh water before checking the automatic feeder. It was still half-full, so you put your shoes on and left with the recyclables and trash bag.

"I'll be back tonight, kitty!"

The bin room was easy to find, and satisfied with the work you did, you went back to Guryong Village, where you taught Ali Abdul and his wife Korean. They couldn't afford to pay you, but when they could, they fed you, and that was all that mattered. It was the only meal you didn't need to share with your uncle, and it was more than enough to keep you going through the day. 

At 12:00 you took two buses to Lotte World, where you worked part-time as a mascot, from one to seven, boiling in the purple bear suit. You didn't mind it when you saw how happy the children were, though. Their smiles and happiness mattered more than how uncomfortable you felt, and on the bright side, it kept you very warm in winter. You had to look for positives, didn't you? Life wouldn't be enjoyable if all you did was focus on the negativity and unfairness of it. And life had been nothing but cruel to you. Yet, you persevered. 

You left the theme park at 7:15 and took the bus back to Gangnam-gu, drenched in sweat. The cold November air made you shiver under the coat as you stepped down the street, making your way to Mr. Hwang's penthouse for the second time that day. Kicking your shoes off, you kept the coat, because the apartment was chilly, and you tried to find the thermostat before feeding Eunjoo. 

Good evening! I hope your trip is going well! It's getting quite cold and I was wondering if I could turn the heating on, more for Eunjoo than for me. 

When there was no reply, you shrugged and opened a can of food, placing the plate on the mat, like you did in the morning, then took out a food container from your bag with leftover chicken karahi from Mrs. Abdul. She was kind enough to give you more, and you took out a plate from Mr. Hwang's kitchen to heat it in the microwave.

Eunjoo ate when you did, as she did in the morning, and you found it interesting that she didn't immediately dig in like your cousin's cat used to do. She had good manners, you thought with a smile. The food warmed you up a bit, and you washed the plate and chopsticks after you were done, but the warmth was soon replaced by a chill running down your spine. You had to start layering up for winter.

Ding!

Good evening, miss. My apologies for not replying quicker, work is hectic. Please turn the heating on and stay the night to make sure Eunjoo is warm.

Oh, that was straightforward. You chuckled at the text, but you couldn't stay the night. Instead, you walked back to the thermostat and searched the brand online to set a timer. You tested it first to make sure it worked, and when it did, you set the heating on every 3 hours. It should be enough for Eunjoo to stay warm. 

I appreciate it, sir, but I can't stay over. My uncle would be upset. I put the timer on and it works, I checked. I'll send you a picture after I scoop the poop and tidy up.

You sent the text and inspected the litter boxes. Eunjoo had the stinkiest poops you had ever sniffed, and as you scooped it out of the box, you couldn't help but talk to her. She was watching you from the corner of the guest bathroom, pupils blown at every movement you made, studying you.

"Girl, this is foul." You laughed, tying up the small bin bag. "Is it even normal for your shit to reek like this?" 

Eunjoo lost interest in you when you were done with her box and ran under the bed in Mr. Hwang's bedroom, while you walked back into the kitchen, dropping the bin bag next to your shoes. You filled a tall glass with water and searched for all the plants in the house, stopping at a small cactus in the living room.

When was the last time you watered the cactus?

Ding!

You got the reply quicker than you expected. It usually took In-ho a few minutes to get back to you, but you read it and laughed.

I don't remember. 

Typical for men to forget, you thought as you watered the plant. 

Ding!

Another text? You took your phone out and read it.

Why would your uncle be upset?

The question soured your mood, and you took a few steps back to sit on the edge of the sofa. It wasn't a subject you liked to talk about. In fact, it was a subject you refused to talk about, but Mr. Hwang had been nothing but kind to you, and you felt like you owed him an explanation. No, you felt compelled to give him an explanation, as though you couldn’t just tell him to mind his business.

He took me in after my dad died. He can be quite strict. It's not that I have to go back home, but if he doesn't have breakfast and a coffee when he wakes up, he'll tell me off.

Okay, so you didn't exactly explain your situation. Mr. Hwang didn't need to know all the details, all the beatings and all the insults, all the money he took from you to pay his debts. But hey, at least you had a roof over your head, right?

You washed Eunjoo's plate and water bowl and left them to dry while sorting out In-ho's laundry — whites with whites, blacks with blacks. There weren’t many colourful clothes, which you thought was normal for a man his age.  You were going to wash them in the morning, but you worked smart and hard, and so you wanted them to be ready for the next day. Loading the machine with the whites, you made sure Eunjoo didn't sneak in it and closed the door, then took a shower in the guest bathroom. 

Just as you promised, you brought your own soap and towel, and let the hot water wash away the dirt and dust accumulated throughout the day. It felt good not having to boil water to wash yourself, and you made a mental note to thank Mr. Hwang somehow when he returned from his trip. Perhaps you could cook him a meal and buy a new toy for Eunjoo, although she didn’t seem very playful, at least not when you were around. Stepping out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your body, you took a moment to enjoy being able to walk around half-naked with no one to disturb you. 

Thank you for letting me take a shower. Eunjoo is sleeping, the plants have been watered, and I’m ready to go home. Good night, Mr. Hwang!

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i hope i didn't miss anyone or tagged the wrong people lmaooo

[failure-girl-fuyu]

ʚ From the dark seas we emerged, and in the dark seas we shall drown ɞ

Bluefin system!! 10 alters for now, identities of which linked in reblogs (aswell as tags, blogs and everything else because we're bad at html)

things to note: a part of jiraiblr, minor, selfshipper, borderline hermit

suspected disorders: auDHD, NBPD, anxiety, OSDD

trigger warnings: ED, suicide, self-harm, child abuse/neglect, solipsism, derealization/dissociation, so much swearing, occasional substance abuse, suggestive things from time-to-time (preferably do not sexualize us despite that), sickness/emetophobia/mysophobia

We hope that you come out of scrolling this blog alive and mentally sane

[mountaingutta]

How exactly did Knock Out and Breakdown meet?

I've been thinking for a long time about how these two freaks met. So I have a few ideas about it.

There are two options: either they met before the war (with several sub-versions), or after the war.

Today, I'll explore one scenario of their meeting before the war

Knock Out was a medical student who was sent for practical training at a construction site. In truth, the project required at least two or three trained medics, but the lives of the construction workers (from the lower castes) didn't concern the officials and aristocrats of the higher castes too much. So they sent Knock Out along with a few other students who were considered expendable

The reason: Knock Out was born in one of the colonies beyond Cybertron, but studied on Cybertron. Because of this, he was treated as an outsider

He wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation, but the internship was mandatory for all students. Had he refused to complete the assignment, it would have seriously affected his grades and risked expulsion from the university

I'm almost certain that Knock Out has mysophobia, or something similar. So working at a construction site, even in the role of a medic, would have been his worst nightmare

Breakdown was one of the construction workers. He was a bricklayer. He also helped demolish old buildings, clean up, and transport construction materials. So he was almost always covered in grime

Breakdown worked together with Bulkhead (I adore that bun — they were best friends before the war)

Knock Out's first day was a disaster. Right off the bat, the construction site supervisor yelled at him, angry that instead of getting experienced medics for a long-term assignment, he'd been sent a mere medical student for just a few months

But they kept him there anyway, because anyone with medical knowledge was better than nothing

That same day, a minor accident occurred — some of the cables used to lift building materials snapped and fell on a few bots who didn't manage to get out of the way in time

Among them was Breakdown. For him, it was love at first sight

For Knock Out, it was a battle with a panic and nausea

Still, he pulled himself together and got to work. Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, so he was able to repair them relatively quickly

The whole time he was doing it, he was chattering — he chatters a lot when he's nervous. Mostly he comments on the injuries, his actions, and everything he sees around him

"this joint isn’t a joint anymore, it’s a modern art piece", "I’ll fix it now… or break it completely. Either way, it’ll look fabulous", "risking my manicure and everything"

Breakdown kept staring at him in silence the whole time. He didn’t even hear what Knock Out was saying. And when it was his turn, Knock Out thought he had a head injury. So he leaned in to take a closer look. The close proximity made Breakdown’s processor overheat, and he promptly passed out

When he came to, the doctor was gone, and he was back in his quarters. He was terribly embarrassed — but he really liked the doctor

He heads straight to the medbay, despite all the warnings from Bulkhead

Meanwhile, Knock Out was scrubbing the entire medbay, making sure not a single speck remained, and he was in no mood for visitors. He simply threw them out, saying not to come unless they needed actual medical help

Breakdown, feeling down, goes out for a drink with his friends. During the outing, he comes up with a brilliant idea — he needs to get injured to see the handsome doctor again. Bulkhead thinks it’s a ridiculous idea and tries to talk him out of it

But it doesn’t work, so he just tries to minimize injuries and constantly brings him to the medbay

All that time, Breakdown never dared speak to Knock Out. Only once did he manage to say something — but it was a terrible attempt at flirting, and the builder nearly died of embarrassment

After that incident, he wasn’t seen at the medbay for a long time

Before the war, there was a caste system on Cybertron. Although I haven't found a detailed description of this system, I'm almost certain it was based on the ancient Indian varna system, with influence from the social structure of ancient Rome. So, in short — you couldn't change your caste, and you couldn't marry or have romantic relationships with someone from a significantly higher or lower caste in the hierarchy

That’s roughly what Bulkhead would always say after each visit to the medbay — though that didn’t stop him from having a ‘friendship with benefits’ with one of the scientists from the local lab (Wheeljack), and sharing with him all of Breakdown’s romantic misadventures

Throughout all this time, Knock Out was completely miserable because of the situation, counting the days until it would all be over. He dreamed of escaping this place as soon as possible and never coming back

The medbay was terribly equipped, the tools were outdated, and there was always a shortage of medications and spare parts — or they were expired. The furniture and equipment were arranged in a horribly inconvenient way, and he couldn’t move them on his own because everything was too massive and heavy for just one person

Although the builders were quite attractive bots but the dirt, noise

During yet another construction accident, Bulkhead was seriously injured and ended up stuck in the medbay for a long time

Breakdown kept visiting him all the time. Sometimes he tried to talk to Knock Out, sometimes he just sat in silence

During one of these visits, Knockout was trying to move a massive wardrobe, but could barely budge it. Breakdown saw this and decided to help. Knockout was surprised, and for a few seconds they stood in awkward silence. Finally, Breakdown dared to speak

— Do you need help? — …Yes, please. — Where to? — To the left, by the window.

These were the first words they ever exchanged. Breakdown beamed with happiness. He moved the cabinet where Knock Out had told him and asked if any more help was needed. Knock Out hesitated, but then asked him to move a few more pieces of furniture

Breakdown didn’t manage to finish everything. He had to leave because his shift at the construction site had started, but he promised to come back and help later

After that, he really did help reorganize the medbay. After a few visits, they even managed to have a conversation

They became comfortable around each other

From time to time, Wheeljack would stop by the medbay. These were very interesting visits. Explosive. They added work and stress for Knock Out

But it contributed to the development of the relationship between Knock Out and Breakdown. They both took a disliking to the scientist

Breakdown started coming to the medbay almost every day — sometimes as a visitor, and sometimes as a patient

Gradually, their affection grew and became mutual. Knock Out decided to teach Breakdown the basics of medicine — at least so he could treat minor injuries

Breakdown told Knock Out about the construction site and brought him a worksite radio so he wouldn’t get bored

After work, Breakdown would invite Knock Out to the local bar to have a drink and chat with other bots. He hadn’t yet dared to ask him on a real date, so he always dragged Bulkhead along, who occasionally brought Wheeljack. Those evenings were the most interesting — and the most traumatic

At the bar, the radio often broadcast speeches about resistance and rebellion against the caste system, the Senate. About injustice and cruelty. Because of this, many arguments arose

Finally, Breakdown dared to ask Knock Out on a real date. He was so nervous that he mixed up his words and, instead of giving the gift, he smashed it

Knock Out agreed

The date took place at the top of an unfinished structure, with a beautiful view of the city and the sky. But it was quiet and enchanting

Aside from the terrible music performance by Bulkhead and Wheeljack, who helped Breakdown prepare everything

But they quickly left and gave the couple some time alone

They had a few more dates

Breakdown introduced Knock Out to the other builders. The older ones didn’t exactly approve of the relationship because of the status difference, while the younger workers supported them — questioning all that caste-system nonsense

Knock Out still hated everything related to dirt, but it was no longer a phobia that sent him into a panic. He had grown used to life on the construction site, to the noisy and messy builders who had accepted him. Although he still scolded them every time they came to him dirty — unless it was an emergency. He was also quite skilled at throwing a circular saw

But the internship period was about to end. Knock Out, who had once dreamed of it, now wished he had more time here

When the day came for him to leave, he promised Breakdown that after finishing his training, he would come to work at their construction site. Until then, they would keep in touch from afar, and he’d visit as soon as he had the chance

But it wasn’t meant to be. Knock Out never finished his training because the war broke out, and he joined the Decepticons, while Breakdown joined the Wreckers. They lost contact, and a lot of time passed before they would meet again

[yanderecrazysie]

Mysophobia (Yandere Sakusa)

Please don’t request any phobias. I just felt like making this for fun.

Be kind to me, I'm still not good at writing NSFW

Title: Mysophobia

Pairings: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, NSFW, NONCON, degradation 

Phobia: The fear of germs

Sakusa never touched you without wearing gloves. The plastic always felt cold against your bare skin- he didn’t allow you to wear any clothing. 

He was a complete germaphobe- constantly washing the sheets and you. You ended up in the bathtub at least once a day, with him watching over you, making sure you scrubbed well enough to get rid of all the impurities.

If he wanted you to touch him, he forced you to put on hand sanitizer before demanding your touch. 

He called you all sorts of things. Disgusting. Pig. Slut. You couldn’t say anything in response unless you wanted his glove-clad fingers shoved down your throat.

Like most days, you laid on your sterile sheets, looking up at the ceiling. Waiting for Sakusa to come back. Because as much as you hated him, at least he wasn’t boring.

The door clicked and you sat up, on edge despite how relieved you were to see Sakusa. He opened the door, wearing his signature mask and gloves. He gave you a once over before saying, “You’re sweaty.”

You knew what that meant. Bath time for the second time today. Your skin was still raw from his earlier scrubbing.

Sakusa pulled a key out of his pocket and turned to your handcuffs, unlocking them. You rubbed at the marks they left behind, soothing the sore skin. Sakusa didn’t give you a chance to appreciate your newfound freedom, his glove-clad hand grabbing your upper arm and hauling you to your feet.

He dragged you to the bathroom, but you didn't put up much of a fight. Bath time was the same every time- Sakusa would scrub your skin raw and you'd sit there and take it. Then, he would bring you back to the bed and watch some TV with you until you both fell asleep.

Sakusa turned on the faucet and tested the water as it fell into the bathtub. You obediently began to strip, just as you knew he wanted. You waited silently until he backed away from the tub, silently motioning for you to climb inside.

It was a huge tub, easily big enough for two people. Sometimes Sakusa used it too, but those were the worst days.

One look at Sakusa’s lap told you it was one of those days.

Sakusa began to strip unceremoniously, letting his dick spring up out of his boxers and hit his stomach, leaving a spot of precum where it connected. You swallowed thickly, knowing what was to come.

Sakusa opened one of the bathroom drawers and pulled out a condom. Even with you on birth control, Sakusa needed a condom to fuck you. Cum was too messy for him, after all.

He climbed into the tub and laid down, grabbing your hips and forcing you to straddle him. He tapped his cockhead against your clit a few times just to see you jolt, then shoved two of his gloved fingers into your cunt. He wasted no time, immediately scissoring your tight pussy apart, preparing you for his sizable member.

He removed his fingers from your cunt and made a disgusted noise when he saw that his gloves were shining with your slick. He put his fingers in the water, brow still furrowed in disdain. Sometimes you wondered why he even fucked you if it was too messy for him. But Sakusa just couldn’t help himself.

His hand came up and massaged your breast, eliciting a soft moan from you. His mouth twisted into a grimace, “You’re such a slut.”

You tried to ignore his comment, but you still felt hurt by his words. You couldn’t help how your body reacted, it was just natural.

Without further teasing, Sakusa began to push against the opening of your cunt until the head of his cock popped inside and the rest followed in one sharp thrust. You let out a squeak, placing both of your hands on his chest for balance.

Sakusa got angry at that, “Take your hands off of me, you disgusting slut.”

You quickly did as he said, removing your hands from his chest and seekingt purchase oin the sides of the tub. Meanwhile, Sakusa thrusted up into you, pushing up and up until his tip pressed against your deepest parts. Somehow, even behind his mask, you could tell, he was grinning wickedly.

Sakusa drew his hips back and began a brutal pace, bruising your cervix with each thrust. He didn’t allow you to get used to a pattern- occasionally stopping just to throw you off rhythm. You gasped and moaned and this time, instead of criticizing you, he groaned softly back, the sound muffled by his face mask.

He gave a couple extra rough thrusts before he shuddered and came. You followed right after him, the feeling of the condom inflating sending you over the edge. Sakusa pulled out and watched as you gasped for breath, laying back in the tub as his dick softened and slipped from your cunt. He stood up, removed his condom, and threw it in the garbage, glaring at it in disgust the entire time. He looked down and surveyed his dick, which was dripping white cum into the water below. 

“We have to run a new bath. Get out,” Sakusa snapped.

You weren’t sure you could even move your legs.

[bl-bracket]

Poorest Little Meow Meow NOT from a BL: Bonus Round

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Han Juwon: He is a typical kdrama lead in theory, his mom has been taken from him at a young age, his dad sent him far away to private schools and is using him in his political schemes. Han Juwon has mysophobia, not a social bone in his body and a RBF that do not endear him to people at all. He's not above using people and a little tweaking of the law to reach his goals.

Wave:

Ryu Sooyel: look how soppy wet he is. no one respects him. not even himself

Vier:

Kishimoto Ruka:

Katha: Khatha is such a poor little meow meow that he should be allowed to participate.

Lee Dongsik: He has been wrongly accused of killing his twin sister 20 years ago but never really cleared his name (no body, no crime, no convicted murderer) and is still searching for her. People still think he did it and are not afraid to treat him like shit. He's heavily traumatized. And let's say he's not above a little manipulation and crime to find his sister and her murderer

Jiang Zisuan: he spent like half of his life trying to avenge the death of his older sister and then for some reason just cant seem to actually do that before (SPOILER) dying in a random woman‘s arms who he employed because she looks like his sister and imagining that its actually her. she also was kind of in love with him which made this whole situation worse. and he killed so many people on the way except the guy he actually wanted to

Yun Biqui: SPOILER WARNING FOR SERIES: Ten years ago, Yun Biqiu was tricked into betraying the sect leader he idolized, Li Xiangyi. At the behest of a beautiful woman, he poisoned LXY; he only intended to temporarily incapacitate LXY, but the antidote he was promised turned out to be fake. LXY disappeared and was presumed dead, and Biqiu never stopped blaming himself and hoping that LXY would return. EXTREME SPOILER WARNING FOR END OF SERIES: When LXY eventually did return ten years later, Biqiu pretended to be re-beguiled by the beautiful woman in order to sabotage her evil schemes; to convince her of his loyalty, he also pretended to betray LXY again, stabbing him non-fatally and bringing him to her. His sabotaging allowed LXY to escape, though, and helped contribute to the defeat of all the baddies. Despite this, he still believed that he deserved to die for everything he'd done previously; when confronted with his past treachery and presumed current treachery, he did not defend himself, and would have willingly submitted to his own execution. Luckily, LXY arrived in time to reveal the truth of Biqiu's regret and loyalty, and also finally gave Biqiu peace by forgiving him for what he'd done ten years ago. And Biqiu cried 🥺

Master Amin: girlbossed to close to the sun

Shiro: Sleeping with a sleazy, much older politician in order to get information about his missing sister, who isn’t even his sister by blood. Openly gay yakuza and ready to fight about that. Cohabitating with a painfully strait laced and uptight virgin penguin. (A cop. Not a literal penguin.)

[hattafan2593]

A set of rules and guidelines that appear in a series of waivers that are required for outsiders to enter Whipstaff Manor, as written by Dr. James Harvey and his daughter, Kat.

Based on MPSansy’s Casper’s Spectral Spectacle.

For @mpsansy :

- Ghosts are real. They exist. Deal with it.

- Don’t bring anything expensive or irreplaceable to the mansion. There is a very high chance it will be stolen, broken or eaten.

- Similarly, don’t wear expensive clothing that can’t be fixed with a simple toss in the washer, or bring food or drink that leave heavy stains. It is highly likely that it will be stolen, eaten, and/or spat or thrown at you.

- If you are susceptible to the following: heart attacks, seizures, visual or auditory hallucinations or delusions, panic attacks, PTSD flashbacks, phasmophobia, hemophobia, thanatophobia, mysophobia, phonophobia, acrophobia, explosive diarrhea or projectile vomiting - it’s probably best if you stay away.

- Do not enter any of the rooms that you haven’t been given permission to enter, written or verbally. In fact, just stay with us at all times. No wandering off on your own.

- If you encounter one of the spirits, you may try to interact with them. Depending on which one you encounter, they will be open to conversation. If they aren’t, it’s best to leave them alone.

- You may try to ask the spirits about their past lives. However, some of them don’t remember much from when they were alive, and the ones that do…don’t want to. So don’t be surprised if they either don’t answer or give an inaccurate account. It’s also possible that they may flat out lie.

- One of the spirits is that of a child, believed to be between ages 9-14 years old. If you see him, please don’t scream in his face. He finds that very rude and annoying. Try to be nice to him. He’s a very kind spirit and doesn’t get visitors often. That being said…

- While the child spirit may be kind, he is no pushover . He won’t put up with any disrespect. Likewise, the other spirits of the house are very protective of the child. Attempts at intimidation, threats or bullying of any kind WILL NOT be tolerated.

- Do not attempt to take anything that isn’t yours, or sneak anything out of the mansion. Even if we don’t notice, they will, and they will get it back. One way or another.

- No. We cannot and will not make the ghosts “go away”, so don’t ask. We are not exorcists. And the spirits were here first. It’s their house, they just let us live here.

- Similarly, no. We cannot and will not “summon” the spirits and make them perform for you, so don’t ask. They aren’t circus animals. They are sentient, thinking, feeling creatures with their own autonomy and free will, and treating them as anything less is highly disrespectful to them and us.

- Don’t bother asking for “proof” that our claims are real. As stated above, ghosts are real. Accept it or don’t. You asked to come here. We don’t “have” to proof anything. You are not “owed” proof.

- Failure to abide by any of these rules and guidelines will result in, at best, permanent banishment from the premises. You will not be compensated for any personal property stolen or broken, or for any mental, emotional or physical trauma, as we simply cannot afford it.

By signing your name at the bottom of this waiver you acknowledge that you have read the rules and guidelines and understand that there are consequences to breaking. You have been warned. Enter at your own risk.

[fuyine]

Oneshot: Mad by Ne-yo

warnings!!! fluff (maybe a bit of angst???), the character is aged 18+, and there are grammatical errors ahead. Please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

Dating Sakusa means having to deal with his mysophobia while he also tries to get used to being touchy around you. It was a petty argument when it came to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. He had just arrived home from overtime at practice with the MSBY and had to deal with Bokuto's emo mood throughout the training. He just wanted to eat dinner and sleep with you in his arms.

But things escalated when he saw you facing the door to the entrance of the bathroom, crouching down in front of the cabinet under the sink as you were shuffling some items.

You stopped what you were doing and turned around. He looked at you, noticing that you were wearing a mask and a yellow cleaning latex glove, waiting for you to speak up.

"Omi, you're home," you acknowledged before standing up, lowering your mask with the finger pads of your glove which made him scrunch his nose. "I was arranging your—"

"Arranging?" he cut you off, brows furrowed a little. "Did I ask for it?" Exhaustion and hunger were taking a toll on him, and he couldn't take it that you were touching his stuff when he didn't even ask you to do it.

A little taken aback, your parted lips formed a thin line before you shook your head. Awkwardly shifting your weight on your feet, you looked down at the floor.

You heard him sigh and looked up again to see him running his fingers through his hair before stepping closer to you and crouching down at the cupboards. He scanned the detergent pods, spray bottles, and other cleaning materials before his brows furrowed even deeper.

"I already arranged them according to which product I use most often to least. Detergent pods are different from powders, even if they have the same scent, you can't put them together."

Your lips formed an 'O' shape before looking at him rearrange the items in the cabinet.

"Damn, you even messed up which spray bottle is for floors and tables," he muttered, which didn't escape your ears.

Just how are they different? They're both spray bottles.

Suddenly, he turned around, which took you by surprise. He was glaring at you, and as if he had read your mind, he spoke, "Even if they are both spray bottles, you still have to separate them."

He stood up after closing the cabinet and placed his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you with the same expression. "There are different types of chemicals mixed in their solutions," he said firmly, making you shrink back at his tone.

"What do you think would happen if I used the one with a strong chemical solution in cleaning our dining table, and you, being the airhead you are, put your hands on the countertop and wherever else, and directed it to your skin, hmm? Heck—if even our future child could inherit your clumsiness and touch their face with their hands that touched who knows where I sprayed that kind of solution and get sick, huh?"

You weren't able to comprehend the second sentence as the thought of the possibility of getting to that point already made you swallow a lump in your throat and hang your head low, fidgeting with your fingers while still wearing the yellow latex glove.

Sakusa stood there with his brows raised for a moment, not knowing that you were thinking he was mad at you. But in reality, he was just scolding and lecturing you about the consequences of messing up the arrangement of his cleaning supplies. Although he knew you meant no harm, he just didn't know how to rephrase it.

Waiting for your reply, Sakusa grew anxious. Was he blabbering too much? Was he saying too much? Was he rude? He just wanted to let you know. Yet, he could've said it another way and not rub it in your face.

After a while, you spoke, still not meeting his eye. "I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Noticing the shift in your tone, Sakusa anxiously shifted on his feet and was about to say that it wasn't your fault for being ignorant, but the way your body turned around shook him a little.

"I'll try not to touch—arrange them for you," you said, your voice above a whisper, making his throat run dry. "Dinner's at the table, I've already eaten."

As you headed out of the bathroom, he felt the colors drain. Debating whether to walk after you or head to eat, before he knew it, he was already standing at the doorframe of your shared bedroom, unmasked, staring at your back as you lay sideways on the bed.

It shattered him; it was never his intention to indirectly tell you about being so ignorant of all things—his cleaning supplies.

As you lay there, words ran through your mind. Chemicals… they have different kinds? you thought, biting your lower lip as you stared at the dark sky through the windows.

Footsteps on the floorboard could be heard as they approached the bed. Feeling the bed sink at the additional weight, you heard him from behind.

"Love," he started. His voice contrasted with the one he used to scold and lecture you with.

But you were stubborn to hear another from him and cut him off before he could continue, "I've eaten."

"I'm not hungry anymore," surprisingly, he was, after knowing he made you feel a little less after lecturing you like that. Suddenly, you felt a hand slide from behind you to your waist and rest there.

You felt him scoot closer to you until you felt his breath on your nape.

"I'm not mad," he said, closing his eyes as the words that came out of his mouth were reassuring and genuine. "But I'm mad thinking you think I'm mad," he added, his wrap tightening around you, making you tense up but later on relax.

Suddenly, you found yourself unable to answer, and he took it as a sign to continue, "I'm not mad," he repeated. "I was just… a little conscious of the idea of having you touch those without knowing they have different properties."

"But I'm not saying being ignorant on your part is at fault either; you simply didn't know," he quickly added, not wanting you to think of something negative.

"I really… have a way with words, that most people misunderstand," he continued. "But love, please know, I'll never be mad at you for not knowing something that is beyond your field of expertise," he said softly, finally opening his eyes.

Feeling your heart flip a little at his confession, you turned around, completely facing him as you spoke quietly, "You're not…?"

Sakusa's expression softened, glad that you were now facing him. "I'm not," he said, reaching for your chin and lifting it up for you to look in his eyes. "And I don't want you to go to bed, mad at me, or thinking that I am, to you."

Your heart was beating abnormally fast. True, he has a way with words, but his confession had just made you forget about your little exchange in the bathroom.

As you were about to reply, a stomach growl interrupted you. Sakusa, whose face was now uncharacteristically red, buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his torso. "You should really eat," you said softly, only to hear a muffled groan from your neck followed by incoherent words that you couldn't make out. "Hmm?"

"Eat with me," he said, leaning back from your neck, his face no longer red. "No, at least, watch me eat," he rephrased, making your lips curl up in a smile, earning a nod from you.

"Alright."

requests are open!

[elisartstuff]

Uhh eyestrain and mysophobia warning under the cut

"Welcome to the mind fuck!" /lyr

This was fun!!! I should do with with some other gooberts,,, maybe tree,,, idk,,, :3

Btw heres the regular version for comparison

I love her sm I'm so normal about her istg /lying

[sephirthoughts]

Hi I know this is a ship like no one has ever thought of but I figure it’s not too strange considering the last prompt was for Vincent and Rufus.

Sephiroth and Rufus with the prompts of: 14, 20, 16, or 19. Please I need food here I’m dying and your writing is delicious 🥲

PREPARE THYSELF, ANONNIE, BECAUSE THINE WISH HATH BEEN GRANTED.

I only did #14 things you said after you kissed me, and #20 things you said that i wasn't meant to hear, because it turned into a whole fucking thing. Actually #16 things you said with no space between us is technically in there too. ANYWAY it is a lil angsty and not a necessarily happy ending, which you tumblr masochists are into as i understand it. Enjoyeee

TAGS: rufus x sephiroth, rufiroth? sephirus?, implied mysophobia, implied autism, two stupid 15 year olds kissing, first kisses, first heartbreak (for one of them sry bby)

rating: teen and up

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, explosions, helicopters

When Rufus stepped out of the building, there was a tall, silver-haired young man, waiting by the door of the armored limousine he was to ride in, in the convoy. Rufus looked him up and down, with a critical eye.

So, this was the famous war hero, Sephiroth. He was taller than all the other security personnel, and obviously in top physical condition, but he was also very young. The same age as Rufus, in fact, which did not inspire confidence in the fifteen-year-old young master of the Shinra dynasty.

Sephiroth bowed, as Rufus approached, and waited respectfully, while he got in the car. Then, to Rufus’ astonished annoyance, the boy climbed into the back of the car, too, and sat down in the seat across from his own.

Rufus scowled. “What the hell are you doing? Bodyguards ride up front, with the driver.”

“I prefer to ride here, young master,” Sephiroth replied smoothly. 

“Well, I prefer you not talk back to me!” Rufus retorted, in indignant disbelief. “This is my personal space. Get out of it.”

The other boy didn’t move a muscle. “As long as I am assigned to your detail, I am responsible for your safety, and have scope to operate at my own discretion. I can do my job more efficiently from here, so I will stay where I am.” 

“My father owns you. That means you have to do what I say.”

Green cat-eyes blinked at him. “I’m a person. You can’t own people.”

Rufus snorted with laughter. “You sure are ignorant. My father owns tens of thousands of people. Including every single one of you SOLDIERs. Meaning you.”

“I’m not ignorant, we’re having a philosophical difference of opinion,” Sephiroth returned calmly. “You say your father owns me, and I say I am employed by him. You’ve been taught that everyone who disagrees with you is stupid or inferior. That might make you feel powerful, in the short term, but whoever taught you to think that way wasn’t doing you any favors. Underestimating an opponent is a serious weakness, and your enemies will exploit it.” 

Rufus’ pale cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment at being so flatly (and effectively) contradicted, by someone he considered to be little more than a servant. “You can’t underestimate your enemies if you don’t have any! I’ll crush them all, before they get a chance to come after me!”

The silver head gave an approving nod. “A valid strategy. But how do you identify potential enemies?”

Rufus crossed his arms. “By looking for conflicting interests, obviously.”

“Exactly,” Sephiroth agreed. “Good intel is the most important element of any battlefield operation.”

“Not the most important,” Rufus argued, so engrossed in the conversation, he wasn’t aware that the convoy had departed, and they were already turning onto the freeway. “The most important things are manpower and tech. Without those, you can’t win a war.”

“Mn. True. But let’s say you have an army of fifty-thousand, and they’re equipped with the latest in cybernetic armor. And I have an army of thirty-thousand, with good but standard armor. Who is going to win?”

“I will. I have manpower and tech on my side.”

“But then, suppose my intelligence sector has done the legwork ahead of time, and I have learned of a fatal flaw in your cybernetic armor, that not only disables it, but causes injury to the wearers, making it much easier for my soldiers to incapacitate yours. Now, every one soldier of mine can easily take out two of yours. Who will win, then?”

“That takes away my armor advantage and makes your army effectively sixty-thousand strong,” Rufus frowned. “But that’s not fair! You cheated!”

“There is no fairness in war. Any and all means of achieving victory are valid, including deception and treachery. Because if you don’t win—”

“You die.”

“That’s right.”

Rufus thought for a moment. “But, what if my army had the cybernetic armor, and we went around spreading information about its fatal defect, but the information was false and the armor was sound. Then your troops would waste their efforts trying to incapacitate mine, and they’d be caught off-guard and even easier to deal with. Then I’d win.”

The silver-haired boy nodded approvingly again. “Counterintelligence. Excellent. You’re already thinking like a warrior.”

“Since you are a warrior, by trade, may I ask your opinion on something?” Rufus asked, in a more respectful tone than he’d been using, heretofore. “Do you think that…having an escape route from a fortified location is cowardly?”

“Only if you consider strategic withdrawal cowardly, which it isn’t,” Sephiroth answered, without hesitation. “Dying because you refuse to acknowledge you’ve lost ground isn’t honorable or brave, it’s foolish.”

“That’s what I think,” Rufus said, leaning forward eagerly. “All the great generals in history have used strategic withdrawal as a battlefield tactic, and no one calls them cowards.”

Silver eyebrows went up. “You like history?” 

He looked down at his hands and shrugged. “It’s…useful. To know what people did before and whether it worked. Advancement is built on accumulated knowledge.”

“They say that is what sets humanity apart from the animals.”

“Mn,” Rufus nodded. “Look, I…I’m sorry I called you ignorant, before. My father always says that soldiers are nothing but illiterate grunts, only useful as fuel for the war machine. But that’s not the way you are, at all.”

Sephiroth crossed his arms on his broad chest. “I’m a different kind of soldier than he means, but there are plenty of intelligent and honorable men, who are regular troopers. No human being should be thought of as fuel for a machine. They are, after all, the men that make up your ever so vital manpower.”

Rufus opened his mouth to reply, but several things happened at once. There was a faint whistling sound, and the silver-haired boy’s green pupils contracted to slits. Then something hit Rufus like a ton of bricks, knocking the wind out of him. 

At the same moment, the car was struck by something metallic and heavy, and there was an explosion of crackling, blue electricity, that knocked the car’s systems offline, including its shield, and made the hair stand up all over Rufus’ body. With the electronics dead, the driver lost control, and the vehicle spun out and began to roll. 

All this happened in a split second, and Rufus had barely had time to realize the object on top of him was the silver-haired boy, when Sephiroth grabbed him around the waist, and with a blinding burst of momentum, rocketed them out the window, smashing right through the glass, just before the vehicle tumbled onto that side. 

A missile screamed through the air and slammed into the exposed undercarriage of the now unshielded vehicle, flipping it all the way upside-down. Rufus felt the heat on his face, as it exploded in a gigantic ball of flames, with a noise like a sonic boom, that made his ears ring.

Sephiroth landed on his feet, thirty meters away and set Rufus down. The EMP and the missile had come from attack choppers—two of them. The rest of the Shinra convoy had been struck, too, and was in chaos and flames all over the highway. A swarm of green-camo painted, armored vehicles came roaring up, cutting off any escape, from both sides. 

“Get behind me!” Sephiroth barked, as his long, silver blade flashed out.  

Rufus ducked obediently behind him, but he knew there was no point. There was a missile coming right at them. There was no way evade it. It would vaporize them both, whether he was behind his bodyguard or not. 

He clenched his teeth in anger and unwillingness. This was not how he’d imagined his last three seconds on this planet—gunned down like a dog by his father’s enemies, a fifteen-year-old virgin, who had never accomplished anything worthwhile in his short life.

Screw that, if he was going to die, he’d look what killed him in the face. He lifted his head, just in time to see a flash of silver, and the twin vapor trails of the missile, which appeared to have been split into two parts, as they went careening wildly into the concrete pylons behind them. 

What the hell had happened? Was the missile defective? I couldn’t have been what it looked like, because what it looked like, was that his bodyguard had sliced it in half with a sword. Which was not possible.

Apparently, that had been their last missile, having used them up attacking the convoy. The helicopter’s mini-gun engaged, instead, spraying the area with bullets, which the silver-haired boy was…well, he was deflecting them with his sword. 

There was no other way to describe it, because that’s what was happening. The blade was moving faster than sight, sparking where they hit, with a strange, staccato clinking, like hail on a glass window.

The other chopper quit harassing the surviving security personnel and barreled toward them, to join the first in pelting the targets with gunfire. 

Sephiroth growled with frustration. He could deal with them on his own, but not simultaneously, and if he left Rufus unguarded to take out one, the other would cut him down in an instant. There was only one way he got out of this with the President’s son alive, and it would require perfect timing.

That opportune moment occurred, when the first chopper’s minigun overheated, and had to cool for a few seconds. Right then, Sephiroth launched his sword, like a thin, silver javelin, at the other, directly puncturing its windscreen, frightening the pilot into veering away, for long enough to grab Rufus, and make a sprint for the overpass bridge. 

Both choppers recovered and a fusillade of hot lead chased his preternaturally swift steps, but it was too late. Bullets peppered the concrete barrier, throwing sprays of grey dust into the air, as the silver-haired boy leapt over the edge, with the President’s son in his arms. 

Partially obstructed by the overpass bridge, the two plummeted toward the undercity and certain death. They were falling too fast for the gunners to sight them, but it would’ve been perfunctory, anyway. There was no surviving a drop from one of the plates.

Wind battered Rufus in the face and tore at his hair as they approached terminal velocity, and kept falling. They fell for so long, he ran out of breath screaming and had to pause to inhale, before he started again. 

This fucking psycho bodyguard! Now, rather than getting shredded by bullets, he was going to be splattered all over some filthy, undercity junkyard. Perfect. His father probably wouldn’t even send people to collect his body!

He clung tightly to Sephiroth, from sheer reflex, as the ground rushed toward them, bracing himself for impact.

Impact that…never came. Instead, Rufus felt the bizarre sensation of weightlessness, as their fall suddenly slowed, in defiance of logic and reason and science. They look the last couple of meters at a gentle drift, and Sephiroth’s black boots touched lightly down in gravelly dirt. 

He set Rufus on his feet, steadying him as he wobbled. “Young master, are you alright? Are you injured?”

Rufus attempted to stop his voice shaking, but found he couldn’t. “I…I don’t think so. How are we…alive?”

“Well, I evaded the gunships by leaping off—ah, you mean the fall. I have a mastered slow-time materia.”

“O—oh,” was all Rufus could say. The other boy was obviously lying, but he didn’t have the bandwidth to care why. 

Sephiroth looked appropriately contrite. “I apologize for frightening you, young master, but it was the only option I had, at the moment. I would have dealt with the assailants, had it just been me, but protecting you is my primary objective.”

“I understand. You did well. So…where are we?” Rufus asked, looking around dazedly, at the mountains of piled debris, nearly as high as skyscrapers. And far, far above that, the titanic plates that made up the vast overcity of Midgar. He had never seen them from below, before.

“We didn’t drift much, so approximately…right below where we fell. Which puts us close to the Sector 7 slums. Those choppers will be along shortly, to sweep the area for our remains. We’d better get under cover quickly.”

It took less than a minute for Sephiroth to find a partially collapsed section of antediluvian aqueduct pipe, which was twice as tall as he was, and had room enough to park a vehicle, to say nothing of sheltering the two boys. 

Once inside, he cast some kind of gravity spell, and drew a pile of debris over the opening, to conceal it. Just then, the thrum of helicopter rotors became faintly audible in the distance. 

Rufus felt a shiver up his spine, and the irrational urge to crouch down, despite already being under cover. There was enough sunlight filtering in through the piled scrap and rust holes in the old pipe, so that he could see fairly well, which made him feel far too visible.

“What are we going to do if they find us?” he whispered to Sephiroth. 

“They won’t,” Sephiroth answered, at normal speaking volume. “They’re only going to do visual recon, for due diligence. They’re confident that we’re dead.”

Sure enough, the roar of the choppers grew louder and louder, till they could see the sun glinting off their black hulls, directly overhead. But just as Sephiroth said, they passed over the area a few times, and then flew away, their ominous thunder fading gradually into the distance.

“Here, take these.”

Rufus looked down to see that Sephiroth had produced a bottle of water and a dry-ration packet from a storage materia somewhere about his person, and was holding them out to him.

“No, thank you,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not—”

“Young master, I insist you take them,” Sephiroth interrupted firmly. “You may be in shock, and depriving your body of calories and hydration at this time could make you very ill.”

Rufus accepted the things, with a disconsolate huff. He was about to unscrew the lid of the bottle, when Sephiroth took him by the shoulders and looked gravely into his face.

“Listen carefully, because I only have time to say this once. My phone was destroyed by the EMP, as I can imagine yours was, as well. We are far from help, with no means of contacting anyone, for the moment. Do not leave this hiding place, and do not move that debris, no matter what. There are all kinds of monsters out here, in the scrap wastes. If I am not conscious by sunset, take my sidearm and run north, till you get to the dirt road. It’ll take you to the slums, due east of here. Do not tell anyone who you are. Just find someone with a phone and call for help. Whatever you do, you must get out of the waste before nightfall. Understood?”

“Wait, what the hell do you mean, if you’re not conscious?” Rufus demanded. “Are you planning to take a nap?”

It was only then that he observed the other boy’s face was deathly pale. Then he noticed the bullet holes in his black pullover and leather coat. And then the blood pooling at his feet. 

“Sephiroth! You—you’re hurt!” he exclaimed, in horror. “Why didn’t you tell me? What do I do? How do I help?”

“The primary objective is your safety. Do exactly as I’ve said. Do not worry about me, I’ll be…I’ll be fine…”

As he spoke those last words, Sephiroth’s voice dissolved into a slurred murmur. Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he pitched over. Rufus grabbed for him to catch him, but the boy was over six feet tall and weighed at least two hundred pounds. Resultingly, smaller, slighter Rufus only wound up getting dragged down on top of him.

He scrambled off, in a panic, not wanting to make the injuries worse, and knelt beside his bodyguard. His own white blazer and sweater were splotched all over with crimson, which would have made his skin crawl at any other time, but he couldn’t bother about uncleanliness, at the moment.  

Frantically, he searched Sephiroth’s pockets for a healing materia, but only found that storage materia. There was nothing in it but more water and rations, and a field kit for dressing minor injuries, which he had no idea how to use, anyway. 

Ok, think! He’d heard somewhere that you put pressure on deep wounds, to stop them bleeding. Forcing himself past his bone-deep aversion to touching bodily fluids, he pressed down on the most central holes, as hard as he could, while blood sponged up through Sephiroth’s black pullover and soaked his hands. But it was in vain. Sephiroth had serious wounds in more places than Rufus had hands to press on them. 

Close to panicking, Rufus tried to check for a pulse, but had no idea how to do that, and couldn’t tell if his failure to find one meant he was incompetent, or that there wasn’t one to be found. Sephiroth’s face was paper-white, now, and his chest had stopped moving. He wasn’t breathing. 

“Sephiroth! Sephiroth! No, no, no!” Rufus sobbed, yanking on the lapels of the other boy’s bullet-torn leather coat, as if he could shake him back to life. “Th—that’s an order, SOLDIER! Do you hear me? You’re not allowed to die! You have to protect me, so you can’t die! Sephiroth!! Please, don’t die! Please…please.”

Weighed down by despair, he curled over, pressing his forehead to Sephiroth’s chest, sobbing like a baby, over the body of the boy his own age, who had saved him, at the cost of his own life. 

Men were killed in action all the time. It was just a collateral cost of warfare. He knew this, and had never felt anything one way or another, about it. But seeing it happen, before his eyes, especially to such an obviously special and worthwhile person, felt completely different. 

It was real. It was personal. It was wrong and horrible and tragic and sickening. And it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair! This one belonged to him! Fate had no right to take him away! 

Buoyed up by righteous anger, he forced himself to swallow the bottle of water, like Sephiroth told him, but couldn’t even make himself think about eating the dry ration. He was sick to his stomach and his hands were covered in sticky, drying blood. 

While he was using the rest of his water bottle to try to rinse his hands, he realized that there was less blood on the ground than he'd expected. Only his watery spatters, and the puddle that had been at Sephiroth’s feet when he fell. If he’d stopped bleeding that quickly…then it must be because his heart had stopped. Which meant he was really dead. 

Flatly refusing to accept this, Rufus sat cross-legged beside him, clinging to his gloved hand. Sometimes whispering prayers to the goddess to bring him back, but mostly in silent grief. He never believed the gods had any power to help people, and they were little comfort to him, now.

Only when the sun sank below the unseen horizon, far away, and it began to get really dark, in their tiny hideout, did he move. Heavily and reluctantly, he got up and strapped on Sephiroth’s sidearm, preparing himself to make a run for the dirt road, and hopefully the relative safety of the slums, where there were a lot of people keeping the monsters away.

There were no more excuses to linger. He was as ready as he was going to get, and it was now or never. Rufus knelt down beside his erstwhile bodyguard, to say goodbye. 

“I won’t leave you here,” he said, gently brushing his silver hair out of his face. “I’ll bring people back to get you, as soon as I find some kind of civilization. I—I’m sorry you died for me. I’m so sorry. I know I act like I think I’m royalty, but…it’s all a façade. I’m completely worthless, compared to you. You deserved to live. If I could trade places with you, I would. In a heartbeat.”

In the deep blue of twilight, the boy’s face was painfully beautiful. Overcome with emotion, Rufus leaned down and pressed his lips to Sephiroth’s. A single, soft kiss, to ease the ache of meeting once and parting forever. His tears splashed onto the waxen face. 

“I’ll never forget you, Sephiroth,” he whispered, against his cold, pale lips.

When he drew back, a pair of brilliant-green eyes with catlike slit pupils were looking directly into his. He gave a shout and jumped back, falling flat in the loose rubble, then immediately scrambling back up, to grab hold of the boy’s hand.

“Sephiroth! You’re alive!” His heart was pounding like a war drum, from the sudden jolt, but he couldn’t contain his elation. “You were dead! You bled so much and I couldn’t find your pulse and you weren’t breathing! But you’re alive now! You’re alive!!”

“I wasn’t dead,” Sephiroth said faintly. “I was only…regenerating. I tried to explain.” 

“You sound weak. No, no, let me help you sit up. Good, just lean on me. I’ll get you some water.”

Rufus retrieved another bottle of water from the storage materia and sat with his arm around Sephiroth, watching attentively while he slowly sipped it. 

“I heard your voice, in the dark, calling me back,” Sephiroth said, after he’d drained the contents of the bottle. “I thought I dreamed it. But then I woke up, and you were holding my hand. Talking to me. I was going to tell you that you’re not worthless, and it was both my duty and honor to die for you. But…you kissed me, and I didn’t have a chance.”

Rufus blushed like an apple, but the deep shade of twilight concealed it. “I…uh. I’m sorry. It was just that—” He frowned suddenly and touched his lips. “Did I…bring you back with a kiss? Like a prince in a fairy tale? No, of course not. That’s stupid.”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Sephiroth said, squeezing his hand. “The lifestream runs through all of us. Maybe you gave me some of yours, and it made me stronger. Helped me wake up faster.”

Rufus swallowed hard. “You’re still really weak, though. We could…we could try it again. Just to see if it helps.”

“Right. To…prove the hypothesis,” Sephiroth agreed.

“Hypothesis,” Rufus murmured, wide-eyed and suddenly trembling with nervousness, as they leaned in, so close that he could feel Sephiroth’s warm breath on his cheek. 

Their lips brushed together, timidly at first, then pressing more eagerly. Rufus let his eyes fall closed and his mouth open, tongue sliding forward to caress Sephiroth’s.

His heart pounded in his ears, and his stomach did flips like he was on a roller coaster. His first kiss! Er—well, his first real kiss! It was clumsy and faltering, and neither had any idea what they were doing, but it was also perfect and wonderful and everything he’d ever imagined. He finally understood what all the fuss was about. 

When they drew apart, they were both breathless and flushed with heat, lips wet and kiss-bruised. Rufus still had his arm around Sephiroth’s waist, and Sephiroth had wrapped one of his around Rufus, as well. 

“Sorry if that was weird. I…I never kissed anyone before,” Sephiroth said, shyly lowering his eyes. 

“Neither have I,” Rufus admitted. “It was a little weird, because I always thought my first kiss would be with a girl. But…I’m glad it was you.”

The green cat-eyes came up again, to look into his, slit pupils dilating slowly. “You are?”

Rufus nodded. “Mn. I like you, and you're really handsome. You also saved my life, so we have strong emotional context. Also, you work for my father, and we both know a relationship would never be possible, between us, so there’s no danger of getting too attached, and things becoming messy and complicated later. It can just be what it is.”  

The slit pupils contracted again and Sephiroth seemed to freeze for a millisecond, but he smiled, what appeared to be a soft, placid smile. “Yes. It can just be what it is. We should go, now. The sooner I get you home safe and sound, the better.”

So saying, he hopped up and pulled Rufus to his feet, accepting back his sidearm and materia. When they were ready, he waved his hand, and all the piled up junk covering the entrance to their pipe was blown off, like a pressurized lid. Then they stepped out of their shelter into the labyrinthine canyon of rust and dry-rot and assorted garbage. 

Sephiroth took Rufus by the hand and helped him navigate the small slope, upon which debris was loosely packed and especially treacherous in the dark. Rufus intended to keep holding hands, even after they’d got down, but Sephiroth firmly withdrew his from the other boy’s grasp. 

“No need to be afraid, young master,” he said, in a tone of calm reassurance. “I’m here to protect you. Nothing can harm you, while I’m with you.”

Rufus nodded and followed after him. 

As they picked their way through the debris, his blonde brows knit together, in thought. He should be happy, to have such a strong and valiant protector, who would suffer serious injury for him, and even let Rufus kiss him, all while remaining composed and professional, and taking such care in looking after him.

But…he couldn’t shake the vague feeling that he’d somehow lost something precious. And now that it was gone, it was gone forever.

[misscherrys-world]

Welcome back to:

Random things I think about:

✨Starring✨: from “Sweet Home” k-drama

Lee Eun Hyuk

Warnings: toxic behavior, slight mention of nsfw, smoking.

The protective big brother who thinks he’s not good enough for his little sister.

He was hopeless when he started to have symptoms, he kept his distance for the sake of the safety of others Eun Yoo. *cough* what was that?

He started transforming after few days of the apocalypse events. That’s why he kept his distance. Although he wrote his name in the list the last one, it’s like he had a feeling they would find it after he’s became a monster.

He can’t risk being exposed, he doesn’t want to be isolated like the other infected people.

He thinks if the group isolated him they will be doomed. He doesn’t care about anyone but his sister Eun Yoo.

So he choose to manipulate them to do what he wants and to leave him alone in the control room where no one can see his symptoms.

So basically he was about to be a special one if he tried like hyun-su if it wasn’t for the fall of the building. “In my personal opinion”

When he saw eun yoo with hyun-su making that pinky promise he was relieved a bit that she won’t be alone when he completely turn into a monster.

He knows Hyun-su wouldn’t hurt her, or anyone else. But he kept using him literally abusing him by sending him on hard missions.

Part of him was jealous of Hyun-Su because he is really protective over his sister. That’s one of the 100 reasons why he was abusing him the way he did and treated him poorly.

I’m not saying Eun Hyuk was a bad person, he was just selfish, aren’t we all selfish at some point when it comes to the things we really love and care about?

He’s not very experienced but he had sex few times. He’s not a virgin.

His dick is average, grooms himself occasionally. Just to keep everything neat.

He can’t handle alcohol, he gets drunk very easily. If he even tried it the boy was only 18.

He has mysophobia.

He convinces himself he doesn’t need a relationship, that boy really does need, he doesn’t have social life.

He knew Eun Yoo is a smoker. He scolded her multiple times but she never admitted it, it was all empty excuses like “you just smell it on my clothes doesn’t mean it was me” “oh it was just the gangster man standing beside me smoking”

Even he caught her red handed but he just gave up talking to her, he sneaks in her room and change the cigarettes inside the pack with free nicotine cigarettes. She’s pissed.

At least he makes sure she eats nutritious foods.

So that was it for my random thoughts about lee eun hyuk. Tell me what do you think? Are you excited to see him again in season 3?

Have a nice day :3.

🤍🎀

[seatwilite]

Chapter 1

“A Strange new drug has hit the air… Literally. An airborne pathogen has been released sometime in the last 12 hours and causes mass hallucinations. People have been reported phobias including, but not limited to, extreme claustrophobia, coulrophobia, hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, mysophobia, arachnophobia, panophobia, agoraphobia, nosophobia, zoophobia, hemophobia, trypophobia, rhabdophobia, necrophobia, and tetraphobia just to name a few. Where has this drug come from and how do we stop it? People have been warned to stay inside while the CDC tries to come up with a plan to cure those affected. This is Stella White, Channel 3 news…”

Huh… Some of those phobias are oddly specific… The fear of the number 4? Really? And who has a fear of long words unless they are worried about failing a test?

So, he did it, I realized with a sad sigh. All this because of Cora. He’s been in love with her for years. When she broke his heart last month, he promised revenge. But what is the point? Is she really worth all of this?

I begged him to reconsider. So many people would be hurt in his irrational mission to punish his girlfriend that only lasted about a week. Well, 4 days. That was when she realized it wouldn’t work and there was something definitely wrong with him.

I can’t say that I blame her. They were not good together. She was completely wrong for him, but she is beautiful and he is obsessive. There is something wrong with him, just like she said. It’s his warped sense of humor and his aptitude for getting into trouble. But he is a genius and should not be challenged.

I’ve been friends with him for forever. He was always bullied. The kids would call him names like nerd and geek, or even brainiac, then they would push him down and kick him. He was pretty scrawny when he was younger…

But I would always fight his bullies off for him, sometimes ending up getting beaten up myself, in the process. I guess you could say that I’m a tom-boy. I don’t mind fighting for him. Even now, after he’s bulked up due to excessive exercise, I still stand up for him.

He’s never looked at me the way he looked at Cora. And that’s fine. I am fine not being his girlfriend. Being his best friend is good enough for me. Maybe someday I’ll find an actual boyfriend who appreciates me… I don’t know if that will happen because most guys are scared of me.

For the last month he’s been locked up in his parent’s basement working on his Ultimate Drug he calls ‘Phobia.’ He thought it would be funny to make everyone run around scared of things like clowns and start to hallucinate when there really wasn’t anything chasing them.

I happen to be a psych major and I’m worried about the panic this is gonna cause. Fear is not something to be messed around with! It will cause havoc and people will start behaving irrationally.

It’s like high school boys in a school gym, once one of them does something stupid the others wanna get in on it, and then pure chaos! I don’t wanna go through that again! I hated high school!

I warned him many people would be hurt because of it, but he brushed me off. He never listens to me when I am trying to help him and prove my point! It’s like my opinion doesn’t even matter to him! Stubborn man!

I even tried to warn his parents. But Mindy and Jack both said Jeremy was 22 years old and they didn’t have the obligation to babysit him anymore. What is that supposed to mean? They are his parents! What kind of parent would just look the other way when their child really needs their help? That is completely irresponsible of them!

Don’t get me wrong. Mindy and Jack are great. They love him and all… It’s just, they’ve been dealing with Jer’s insecurities and trouble making tendencies for his whole life. But when he hit 21, they wiped their hands of him. Now he is still living at their house, going to college. He is working on a degree to become a microbiologist.

I wonder how long this idea has been cooking up in his brain and just needed an excuse to execute it…

Suddenly my door crashes open and in barges my best friend. He is heaving as if he’d been running the whole way here. He has a manic look in his eye. This can’t be good…

“I did it Libby!” He announces, as if I hadn’t been listening to the news reports all morning long. All I’ve heard about all freaking morning is people screaming that “The End Is Coming! The Zombies are taking over the world!” But there were no signs of these supposed zombies! I seriously don’t know if that would be considered necrophobia or some other tv induced phobia I’ve never heard of!

“I know,” I sigh. I am really depressed, but he doesn’t even seem to notice how I feel. I’ve never had a phobia. I’ve never even been afraid of the dark, so his drug won’t work on me. It only enhances the fears that one already has…

“Aren’t you gonna congratulate me?” he asks, looking confused by my lack of enthusiasm for his ‘practical joke’. Seriously? Congratulate him when I’ve been begging on my hands and knees for him to stop this madness?!

“NO!” I growl at him.

Jeremy looks startled and taken aback. How can he not understand? For being a genius, he sure can be an ignoramus sometimes!

“Why?” he asks, even more confused and slightly frustrated.

“Did you not hear me the first million times I warned you not to do this? People are gonna get hurt! Our friends are gonna suffer for some stupid revenge on a girl who was completely wrong for you! You only wanted her because she was beautiful, not because you guys got along! And what if she doesn’t even have a fear? You would have done it all for nothing!” I practically shouted my rant at him.

“I thought you were joking…” he looks unsure now.

I was joking? REALLY???

“What about that was I joking about? How is people getting hurt funny?” I try to restrain my frustration, taking deep calming breaths.

“Well… It will go away on its own…” he says, as if that is reassuring.

“Yeah, but the CDC doesn't know that! People who are hiding under their beds don’t know that! How long will it last?” I finally ask in defeat.

“48 hours,” he whispers.

“48 hours of fear. How would that make you feel, Jer? You have a fear! You have trypanophobia! How would you feel if a phlebotomist came at you with a huge frickin’ needle right now?” I growl out.

“That won’t happen,” he says with a triumphant grin. “I gave myself the antidote!”

As If I’m supposed to be impressed with this nonsense! I am so frustrated right now I could strangle him!

I grab his shirt sleeve and drag him out the front door.

The first thing I see is my poor neighbor, Ashley running away trying to swat away some invisible assailant.

“The butterflies are attacking! Run for your lives!” She shouts, trying to out run invisible butterflies.

Lepidopterophobia! Well, that’s a new one! I didn’t know Ash was scared of butterflies!

I turn and glare at my best friend, and for once Jer looks sheepish and chastised.

“I promise, they won’t hurt her…” Is all the consolation he can offer.

[thescarecrowfrombatman]

FAQ

Hey guys it's me the Scarecrow from Batman.

DNI if you're the Joker or the Penguin because I don't like either of you.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR:

Scopophobia Hemophobia myriapodophobia Melissophobia spheksophobia vehophobia automatoraphobia arachnophobia carnophobia proditiophobia ophidiophobia autophobia herpetophobia kenophobia paruresis scoleciphobia aibohphobia ornithophobia pantaphobia thanatophobia amaxophobia somniphobia epidoptorophobia nyctophobia catoprophobia monophobia musophobia autophobia sygiophobia chronophobia diokophobia metathesiophobia amathaphobia gamophobia melanoheliophobia glossophobia anthropophobia globophobia atychiphobia eurotophobia taphophobia trypanophobia formidophobia hoofdaphobia paraskevidokatriaphobia carcerophobia alluraphobia cynophobia antomophobia pugophobia equinophobia chiroptophobia genuphobia podophobia gynophobia haphephobia capgras,syndrome muxiphobia mirephobia acrophobia coulrophobia filophobia cafephobia aerophobia thalassaphobia itchyophobia ergophobia bovinophobia algophobia foniaphobia agoraphobia dementophobia amaxophobia Galaphobia Androphobia Acousticophobia Anginophobia microphobia anthophobia astraphobia ataxophobia apeirophobia Atelophobia dipsophobia phobophobia (Did I say that one already?... agh, nevermind) anatidaephobia mysophobia myrmecophobia barophobia kabourophobia botanophobia mycophobia cacophobia galeophobia chromophobia sonophobia cyberphobia kyrofelanoshopophobia dendrophobia dentophobia dometiphobia ecophobia megalophobia noctiphobia obesiphobia samhainophobia hombrephobia pathophobia elaiophobia heliophobia hydrophobia hypochondria lycophobia melanophobia microphobia (Did I say that one already too? Damn.) Sanchephobia (New one I made for the fear of pickles.)

Anyway, Ask box is open I guess.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Clean! Clean! Kat-su-ki!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mgnh1By by Hashi_K On the first day of UA, Katsuki had stood out like a flame in a tundra, his presence large and consuming. Eijirou's eyes were immediately drawn to his confidence and his defiant posture, unable to stray away, as if a string was tied around him and pulled in that direction. But there was one thing that had separated him from the masses even more, and that was the stark black gloves that covered his hands, hugging the expanse tight. And how funny, that in a world as bizarre as Eijirous, what stood out to him was nothing more than a pair of black gloves on a stranger. ____ Or Katsuki has mysophobia---germaphobia, in other terms---and Kirishima has made it his duty to help his friend over come it! Words: 10197, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Jirou Kyouka, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Class 1-A, Ashido Mina & Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Wingman Ashido Mina, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Phobias, Fluff, Endgame Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Kirishima Eijirou-centric read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mgnh1By

[lockandk3yfiction]

Here is the fic I wrote for @hqbb!!

It's a sakuatsu fwb au set in the V League.

A big thank you to @kkamkam for beta reading and @angelfrost-art for the super cute art they drew for ch. 02!

Title: A Touch Unhesitant Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi / Miya Atsumu Series: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags / Content Warnings: Top Sakusa; Bottom Miya; Friends w/ Benefits; Post-Canon; Mysophobia; Haphephobia

Summary:

Kiyoomi is a little more kinky than Atsumu initially thought he was.

Assuming his teammate gets a little lonely but far too uncomfortable to admit it, Atsumu suggests they have a little fun. After all, things aren’t all that bad when the two are around each other. Atsumu notices the way Kiyoomi shies away from others; he also takes note that he is an exception to Kiyoomi’s possible phobias. It’s for Kiyoomi’s own good if Atsumu initiates an intimate kind of relationship.