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is this my first fic-let??????? 747 word count last i checked. azuma ohhh azuma....!!!

Azuma has a horrible habit of watching doors. Watching doors open, watching doors close, watching doors when they don't move, wondering when they will. He watches when someone knocks, and opens his door, hands leaning on the handle, and he wills the hinges to move, prays for the door to swing open just a bit more, so that when they leave, it’ll take just that second longer to close it.

He watches when the door opens, and people stand outside of it, talking to him from out in the hall. When people stand in the doorway, one foot planted in his room, asking if he wants oolong or sencha? When people walk in, and close the door behind them. That's something he seems to love watching. A fixation, perhaps. To see whether or not they either: close the door completely by hand, let it swing closed on its own, or let it swing, but stay that strange little crack open, almost brushing against the frame. Sometimes when scrolling on his phone, or reading, or coloring, or stretching, or anything, he’ll stop and start watching the door. He never notices he does this. He'll just sit and watch. Sometimes up to 10 minutes straight, he’ll just. Watch. 

Who's gonna knock. 

Who's coming through next? 

Is someone coming next? 

Will anyone ever come next? 

They’ve all left, haven't they. Everyone moved out. They didn't think to let me know. no one told me. They moved out, and there are no pots or pans left in the kitchen. The fridge isn't plugged in. The rugs have been rolled up and put away, the spots where they laid mark a full shade different from the rest of the flooring. The practice room is locked. It's dusty. 

Would it matter if he had the keys? 

A set of keys for all the rooms? 

If he went in to sweep? 

The gardens are dead, he muses. Tsumugi must have felt so bad, leaving his gardens. He must have dug up the plants into pots to move them. Move them to. To. To wherever he was moving them to. They left and they didn't tell me. There are no feet running in the halls, on the ceiling above me, pounding on the wood loud enough to make me jump. There are no more backpacks being dropped carelessly on the floors. There's no more rustle and thump of bags of groceries being hauled into the kitchen. The TV isn't on. 

No one’s left the TV on.

I can't hear the TV on. 

The vacuum is in a storage closet. That nice one that Matsukawa had to make a written request to Sakyo for, with the mop attachment and everything. All the dressers are empty. If he went through every room in this building and pulled out every drawer, he’d find nothing but sweet little brown house-spiders. He feels like he can remember it. Everyone, packing outside his room. calling out to collect another load of garbage, for more packing materials, if anyone had a spare laundry bag? He remembers it. It has to be true then, if he can see it so clearly, feel it in the pit of his stomach, making him sweat, making him shiver. 

They left, and didn't tell me.

Izumi opens the door without knocking, and steps in. Steps in with both feet. Both feet across the threshold. Socks tracking dust onto his carpet. She is standing in his room. In his room.

“Azuuu, I can't figure out what to wear tonight, and when I asked Tsumugi he just said anything would look nice. I mean, like, I know?? but that doesn't helppp! Ok-ok-ok, ummm, work-casual, or like…classy-casual?”

“Oh, definitely classy-casual, sweetheart. You’ll be making that whole bar swoon.”

A ringing laugh, and a hand on the wall. On his wall, to support her as she leans over in her amusement.

“Aw, hush! You mean we will! Pshh, alright, okay, I got it. You get yourself dressed up, see you at the door in 30, ‘kay?”

And when Izumi leaves, she leaves the door open for a moment, and he can see Juza and Tsuzuru walk past, arms laden with a snack haul, the silvery foil crinkle of a chip bag that Taichi was already calling dibs for. A quick shuffling of feet later, Izumi pops back in, stage-whispers a smiling ‘sorry!’ and closes the door again, turning the handle so it clicks back in almost silently.

Azuma stands. He needs to pick out a shirt to wear.

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taichi has a REALLY concerning habit of falling completely asleep super quickly. like it has scared omi a countless number of times. this kid will be in the middle of a convo, lean his head back on the couch, quiet for like 1 minute and hes OUT. one time omi was talking to taichi from a room over so they were kinda yelling to hear each other, but no biggie really, that happens pretty often. but then taichi doesnt respond to something and then omi hears a helllll of a thump. now, knowing taichi, omi assumes he knocked over some books or whatev, so omi jogged over to his room to do a damage check. he walks in that room and this kid is like half hanging off of the bed, half on the floor. 100% gone. phone still in his hand. hoodie half off. omi almost has a stroke bc taichi is so out cold it looks like he died. cue a HUGE sigh of relief when taichi rolls over to fall entirely on the floor bc at least hes ALIVE? [he looks like one of those little baby kittens w the smushed sleepy face its actually super cute when he doesnt look like a murder victim]

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juza learned to wiggle his ears when he was younger bc it made baby muku and kumon giggle so hard even if they were all weepy and fussy :)

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fucking around in the costume room and someone puts a little wedding veil on izumi and when she looks in the mirror shes j like. oh. wow. huh…i like this. i don’t know if i’ll ever get it. but in this moment, where i get to play pretend. i like it.

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theory that sakuya starts drinking coffee only after he joins the dorms so hes like. v not used to caffeine like that. im gonna b so fr he's like caffeine sensitive thats the vibe im getting. his tummy hurts but he loves those fun drink combos that banri n tsumugi get at cafes n bring back for him or bring him along w them. problem is, he doesn’t know he’s caffeine sensitive so he’s just gonna deal w death and pains and sufferings every time he has a coffee w/o saying anythingggg. he’s soooo willing to suffer tummy troubles for the sake of yummy drink. he loves his yummy drinks!! kazu coincidentally lives for making at-home versions of all those drinks esp bc saku always looks so happy when he gets one. like…….i'm screamingggg...its so cute!!! [dw like maybe 4 months into this living horror kazu realizes that every time sakuya drinks coffee he looks queasy for like half an hour afterwards and sneaks him a decaf one day. problem solved. saku is slightly embarrassed, but grateful]

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dude idfk like. gimme tsuzuru minimum wage worker who flirts w that cuteass customer by giving them extra nuggets. like. for real. thats what he’s gonna do to flirt. a secret onion ring hidden under ur fries. if he gets BOLD he’s sneaking a cookie or smthin in there. its really only after the cookie that you *notice* notice. bc he kinda smiles at u when u order or walk in and its not the whole ‘welcome may i take your order’ smile, its more of an ‘ah, its you again :)!’ smile. and like, i’m sorry, but he can’t make the first actual move, so heres what ur gonna do. ur gonna order a coffee or something, then after a few minutes or smthin go back up to the register n say ‘ah hi sorry this is kinda a little too sweet for me? could i maybe get one with a little less of the sugar syrup?’. and whats gonna happen is he’s gonna take it and be embarrassed like “RAAAUGH DID I FUCK UP THEIR DRINK?? AM I STUPID??? IM STUPID. OOUUHHH IM STUPID….” and he’s gonna look down at the lid where u wrote ur number w a sharpie or whateves, and hes gonna drop it as he fumbles to take the lid off and coffees gonna go everywhere. im sorry, this is the only way it can happen. he’s gonna go back to u and give u a new coffee and he wont even be able to comment on the move u made he’s j gonna hand it to u like ‘UH…HERE….!’ like im sorry if u want something smoother but this is tzusuru ok. like straight up ur gonna think that he didn’t even see your number bc hes giving you NO indication that he’s receptive to that move until he texts you like 2 days later. this is gonna be awkward and his hands r sticky and his shoes r soaked in coffee but he’s gonna be giggling about it when he does laundry later….sooooo….ya.. <3. he’s like. he’s way excited but he doesn’t know how to show that to YOU so he’s gonna be biting back squeals in the breakroom later dw about it his coworkers r just gonna laugh at him for a bit its ok its all chill, don’t. say a word if you hear giggling from out front ok.!!! nothing is happening <3

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no one facking look at me. sakuya getting his wisdom teeth out and he wakes up from the surgery and the first thing that comes out of his mouth is this small dazed little voice asking ‘mom? :(?….mom :(((?…..momma…?’ like wtf oh im going to hurl im gonna puke….oooouuugggghhhgehe fuck. izumi just petting back his hair like ‘aw, no, hey, you’re okay :)!!….you’re okay honey! :)!! <3!!’ and once he falls back asleep she just starts fucking sniffling trying to compose herself in the hallway cause like wtf. he wanted his mommy. oh my god. ouughh….

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tsuzuru is genuinely enchanted by ikeas. like he adores it, it makes him feel safe its like so fucking good for his stress and anxiety to just walk around an ikea looking at lamps and cabinets and room displays and shit

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CW: banri having sh-adjacent tendencies/unhealthy thought patterns

uk i genuinely seriously think that banri, at least early on in his time at mankai and before that, had less of a death wish, and more of a grievous bodily harm wish. he wouldn’t hurt himself directly, that felt like he’d be giving up somehow…that was losing because of the intent present in the action, so he tried to find ways around it. walking into traffic without looking, hoping to get clipped enough to necessitate a hospital stay. standing at the tops of flights of stairs, wondering how much willpower it would take to allow himself to 'trip' and fall down along to the bottom. ‘stupid’ things. little things. washing his hands in overly hot water, watching how they steam and go red and hurt and sting and burn raw for a minute or so afterwards, how the water was so hot his nerves screamed that it was cold, just from how bad it short-circuited his senses. walking in the rain, trying to game his immune system just enough to get a fever, but not a sore throat, because he can kinda enjoy fevers. relishing in how fragile he feels, shivering under his sheets, going woozy when he stands. nearly passing out in art class and being escorted to the nurse’s office. he loved that part way too much. he wanted it, he wanted the way it felt to dizzily crumple to the ground, how the heat of his skin burned against the cool tile floor, feeling the concern radiating off of everyone, hands rushing to help him up, to support him. the nurse talked to him like he was a little kid, and he wanted that too, no matter how much he complained, scoffed and told the nurse that he’d be feelin’ better in no time, he doesn’t have a crap immune system like everyone else here. but he likes how they brought him a paper cup of tea, asking him if he wanted honey in it, if he wanted the heat in the room turned up. he refused to acknowledge how he was actively shaking and shivering. how his very voice was trembling from chills, no matter how blasé he was acting. he didn’t want to think about how good it felt when the nurse told him to lie down, to take a little nap on the small cot in the little office, how stupidly fucking nice it was to be handed a blanket and be told to rest because he ‘needed it’, that he was ‘just a growing boy, you still need your naps, hon :)!’

'just lay down now while i call your parents, okay kiddo?'

ah. well. fuck. forgot about that part.

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dude gimme a saku whos actually a super capable driver, ONLY if you don’t mention that to him. drive a whole hour in silence he’s 110% fine, he’s *good* even, but you start with the ‘omg wow ur really good at this for a new driver, woah those turns are clean, wow you do it so natural’ suddenly he’s gripping the wheel tense and sweating and twisting around to check his blindspots and looking in every mirror and effectively acting like he’s one breath away from crashing into a light pole and wailing apologies to everyone involved

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misumi kinda loooooves babysitting and playing with little babies. hes only ever done it a few times but its crazy how much literal infants seem to like him. he’s always giving little squishes to their chubby faces, holding their little stubby hands with his thumb and pointer. it’s like he has perfect control over the strength in his hands when holding such a delicate little thing, always supporting the head and neck, always cradling them properly [one time he straight up said ‘wow izumi, i think i’d like to have a baby one day’ and while izumi starts crying over how cute that was, sakuya has to tackle masumi to the floor to stop any outbursts bc ‘HE WANTS A BABY WITH THE DIRECTOR???’]

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muku had a strong stutter and lisp when he was younger, part of why he loves shoujo manga and fairytale stories so much is that his mother would help him read all the dialogue out loud, nice and slow, to help him get used to working through sentences in his little mouf

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every now and again homare enlists the beefmen’s help in moving this old baby grand into either the living room or outside in the garden [ONLY if the weather is literally 100% perfect. that piano is his sweet toddling child. he would NEVER let her get weather damaged] and while he’s the main one plunking out tunes, every now and again the others who learned how to play a bit will sit down on the bench and play something, usually a bit shorter. izumi loves this, and always comes by to listen. sakuya will open his window to let the sound come in. taichi takes his headphones off, and pauses his music. azuma breathes a quiet sigh, ‘someone’s having fun, isnt that just wonderful?’.

one time, while everyone else was out of the dorms, someone walks out of his room. he takes off his rings, shoving them in his pockets. and after a moment of silence, a moment breathing in, a moment breathing out, he played. almost mindlessly. he had almost forgotten his hands could move like they were doing something they enjoyed, that his fingers could flex like that. almost. and after a good few bars, hisoka drifts aimlessly out of his room. something seemed so…clean, and so technical, and familiar about how the person played. barely raising an eyebrow when he notes, ‘of course. of course it’s this asshole’, hisoka lays down underneath the heart of the piano. wordlessly, the music starts again. he feels the vibration of the beautiful wood in his skin, hears the creak and flex of the foot pedal by his head.

hisoka’s eyes stay open, but you don’t need to know that.

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look me in the eyes. tsuzuru with a little scruff. hhhnnnngggggggggggg,.,. not like a full beard or 5oclock shadow really, j like. some scraggly scruffies. little stray scritchy scratchies. i bet you some serious actual real life money that kazu has a specific folder of pics w tsuzu’s chin scraggly scruff visible bc he thinks its sooooo cute [AND HE’S RIGHT]

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if/when izumi gets married, she makes absolutely everyone in the venue laugh when she walks down the aisle. bc. well. she didnt walk lol. ofc the plannn was to do the nice calm little walk up to do vows, but the second the doors opened she just got so excited that she hiked up her skirt and practically dashed her way up, giggling all the while. who cares about the organ music?? who cares about the painfully slow walk she practiced over and over?? she was getting MARRIEDDDDD!!! it was her and her partner’s special day!!!! ofc shes gonna skip her way up there and throw herself in for a hug!!

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tsuzu tends to get very sensitive to temperature the day after an all nighter and he can never figure out why. so a good way to tell whether or not he’s slept is if he’s brought a blanket over his shoulders with him to breakfast draped partly over one side of his body, and half off of the other arm

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taichi has to put a timer on his phone when hes making cup ramen, otherwise it’s just gonna sit on the counter forever. that is who this boy is.