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It has been such a long time.

I disappeared and if you remember me and thought I died, hi. I did not.

The reason for me abandoning this blog when I did is way too personal for me to talk about. I hope you understand. I also have no plans to actually keep this as Munakata, I might change it up. I need some time to think.

My apologies for people that waited for a reply that never came. That's pretty much it.

Have a nice day.

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With a long drawn out sigh and stretch, Kyosuke made it into his blazer and tidied it across his chest. He flashed Sakakura one last look before leading the way to a coffee shop nearby. One of the few still running. 

"Let's go, then." 

There was work and there were his friends, even if those seemed to intermingle constantly. Kyosuke treasured their loyalty more than anything else and always pushed himself to be worthy of their trust as well as others'. But at the same time both of his friends seemed to appreciate it when he wasn't just acting like the vice-leader. 

He could give them that much.

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“Guess I’ll have too.” 

It would be nice being able to relax and not worrying about the world falling apart, the endless fighting that they endured against Despair. The former boxer held no trouble in sharing a moment of peace with the other, they at least deserved that. To remind them that they are human, at least.

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The kicks were getting a bit too much even for himself, he had to grit his teeth until eventually letting go with both hands raised up and a startled glare for a moment. Then he trained it into his stern countenance and got the situation under control in his head once again.

“Alright. Just... Don’t get up,” the exertion was catching up to him and he had to take a deep breath as well, but never lost focus of the task.

“If you don’t calm down soon, this will get out of my hands and I’ll be more than glad to leave. You do understand what that entails, don’t you?” Munakata spoke up and put his arms down. If the other could understand him then it would make this easier, a last chance, he could be doing more important things.

“You’ll die. If you don’t breathe, you die; if you don’t BEHAVE, you die!” Enough being understandable, it was time to reason with that broken mind and put him back in his place. The vice-leader really despised this project and everything to do with it, cursed be Yukizome and her neverending kindness.

At the thought of her, he relaxed.

“You don’t get to hide behind someone else’s face and crawl away like scum this time. Face it like a proper human being or perish.”

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Munakata didn’t reply to that, it was time to move fast and out of there while he could still feel his right leg. Taking a tight grip of her sleeve, he started marching towards the exit inbetween heavy panting and practically dragging the girl.

“Get moving.” He muttered coldly and dodged some more fallen debris, sword at ready in case a threat jumped out of nowhere admist this attack way too close to base for his personal comfort.

But what floor were they at again? No, no time to lose track of time or space, he quickly remembered it was only the second floor. They could get through the stairs to the emergency exit.

In his head he still wondered what was taking everyone so long.

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The struggle was subsided to the best of his abilities because arguing that it was the best way to handle a breathing issue wasn't going to happen in these circumstances, with no trust or no time. 

He stilled for a moment as the other acknowledged how he said his supposed name, according to the report; it was a simple tactic of comfort that went with panic attacks and it was nothing else to Kyosuke really, but the other’s breathing was getting better. 

He sure as hell hoped this wasn't all a scene to make them bond, that would get him actually furious. 

"If you have time to talk, you can breathe," he insisted now back to being harsh, the white-knuckled hold to his collar didn't budge.

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He had to be faking it.

That’s what the staff outside seemed to be thinking either way because they were still waiting for his orders on taking the Remnant of Despair to medical treatment. So troublesome... The Vice Chairman grabbed him by the collar and forced him to lay down effortlessly.

“Breathe in. If you can’t do it...” You’ll die, he wanted to finish but realized panic would worsen the situation. It would be a nag if he actually died in his care. Munakata growled.

“Listen to my voice Daremo, you can do it. You can, now do it. Breathe in and breathe out.” His words were turning less harsh and more commanding. If it didn’t get any better then he’d have no other choice but to take the impostor to the 4th Division. Was this an asthma attack? Why didn’t anyone inform him of such issues? He could always try CPR, but...

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“What part of Get Out Of Here can’t you understand?!” Munakata used a boost of energy to yell at her before taking his sword from the cabbard that had dropped nearby and slashed the debris currently weighing down on his right leg. He sighed out in relief as it slid in two halves and he could crawl back.

The whole establishment was shaking, it was a terrorist attack very close to headquarters.

“... Or... make yourself useful, and go find a member of the Future Foundation... Tell them to evacuate this building...” As he finished muttering it through a pained expression from his attempts at getting up, his tired sight spotted some of the rubble rushing down the girl’s head. 

Gritting his teeth, Kyosuke tackled her out of the way.

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“No.” Mira answered almost immedately, not moving even inch. “Can you tell how bad is it? Is it broken?” She quickly came back to subject of injury.

Girl after moment pull out her hands from pockets and offered one. “We need to get you out of there.” Little smile appeared on her face, hoping it’d make other feel a little more comfortable.

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For a second he was going to start defending himself, Munakata glared at her but meant it for himself and such idiocy. Fear made the masses survive nowadays, that was good. That was worthless praise if anything.

“... You have a big pile there, run along now.”

Came his short, brisk response before walking off the opposite direction. Wondering... Ruthless, hm?

He could do better than that.

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Lately everyone was either in crippling depression or acting dysfunctional, so it shouldn’t have been much of a startle that sort of response. Munakata only paused because it was Kizakura and... He couldn’t actually pinpoint why this was strange since they hardly knew each other apart from work but part of his job was knowing everyone the smallest bit. He frowned in deep focus for a moment, thinking that he had seen something that fit with this attitude. 

What was it...? Asking would be too rude...

Oh. Kirigiri, right. 

He stopped himself short of snapping his fingers in realization. Sure Kizakura had also been that whole class’s recruiter but that level of emotional attachment didn’t click with the vice-leader.

“It is important. It’s about the Survivors.” Kyosuke went on in a stern tone, like he would ever bother with something trivial, and was already coming up with a way to handle this properly.

“... I have a bottle of rum in my office,” he stated calmly. That thing had gone untouched for a while anyway, “would you come with me for a few... Minutes?” And yet he needed to persuade him out of letting those kids in, this wasn’t for Kizakura at all.

[ Future Fault ]

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Kisses Kyousuke.

“H-hey... Yukizome. Don’t startle me like that.”

He looked down at his report and cleared his throat. That felt nice.

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Juuzou Sakakura: * Is in love. *

Juuzou Sakakura: What the FUCK is this.

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His eyes fixed on the other's face skeptically and he got up to inspect the situation properly, looking him up and down with a hand to his shoulder squeezing it. They said it seemed like an emergency but not even the ones behind this project trusted this completely yet and here he was.

"Yes you can. Will yourself to calm down, start by taking a deep breath."

Kyosuke used his authoritative tone and grabbed one of the chunky hands, placing it to his own chest that moved as he himself inhaled sharply. 

"Like that. Do it." He glared hard, still not trusting this one.

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This was awful, just awful. The impostor felt like his body was rebelling against him: he couldn’t move, his eyes wouldn’t stop watering and he felt like he couldn’t breathe – When his heart started playing up, he was just about ready to die. Daremo seemingly forgot he was always monitored through a camera and his nasty symptoms intensified when Kyosuke Munakata came through the door; then the man was leaning on his chest which didn’t help.

“…I-I can’t…” He whimpered, this vulnerable state compelling him to open up to the intimidating man in hopes of feeling better.

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Unless you hit me in the face with a brick that says “I’m flirting with you,” I’m most likely just gonna think you’re being nice.