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Looked like his tinkering around and promise of a joy ride when he finally got everything the way he wanted it to be was going to have to wait. Good thing he hadn’t had to do anything major or it might’ve taken too long to get over to his classmate’s room. The poor bastard sounded like he was really in terrible shape, and as he made his way over there at a brisk pace, he had the time to wonder why. Something he ate, maybe. It was about that time of the year that things started going around, and before they knew it half the damn school was out of commission. Weird, he seemed perfectly fine yesterday.

Well- maybe something carbonated and a good nights sleep would do him some good. That always helped when he felt sick- but he wasn’t prepared for the nightmare that was waiting for him when he finally reached the room Kiyotaka was staying in.

“ Yo, I’m here, ” he rapped his knuckles against the door and waited for a response. As jumbled as his texts were, it sounded like he might not be able to sleep like this. Could be up all night having the worst god damn night of his life.

“ I’m comin’ in, better be fuckin’ decent. ”

With that, he opened the door and peered inside- but didn’t see anybody. Well- if he had to guess, he’s probably hunched over the toilet or lying in bed.

Mumbling to himself, he stepped farther into the room, “ Forgot to ask if you needed me to bring you anythin’. ”

Kiyotaka dry heaved, panting and crying into the porcelain bowl. Taking this opportunity, he quickly removed his jacket, the cold air of the bathroom causing his thin, weak body to shiver. At least his shirt wasn’t disgusting. However, not long after he’d tossed the white fabric aside, he was back over the bowl. All he brought up was bile, but he swore that – despite all the vomiting – there was something still there. Food he hadn’t thrown up.

The red bites on his knuckles stood out against his pale skin, saliva and puke streaking his fingers and where he’d gripped the seat. It hurt, his throat was raw, but part of him still wanted to stick his fingers down his throat once more. If there was still food in his stomach, he could gain weight. He needed to be skinny, he needed to be perfect, he couldn’t let that be jeopardised.

He heard Mondo come in, tears still streaking down his puffy, blotchy cheeks. The makeup was washed away; pale skin, burst capillaries and dark circle all too clear, but he just… He just wanted to not be alone.

The first attempt to call out only resulted in a painful rasp and more dry heaving. It hurt so much, he just… He’d be happy if some higher power just struck him dead at that moment. He wanted it over, but he wanted it all out, and now he was sobbing.

“M-Mon… do…” He croaked out, “I… P-please, I d… don’t wanna… be alone…”

“Please…”

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“May I have an autograph?”

“Of course! Anything for a fan.”

[Thank you for reading the rules]

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Hello to anyone and everyone who reads this! This a brand new group verse where all three classes get a randomized talent from the assortment of talents in all three main games! Sound interesting to you? Well, click readmore for a little bit more info and see who has what talent! If you’re completely sold please like/reblog this and I will message you the Discord server link!

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    “And it’s the same old story…Aren’t you bored of this?”

    The question left his mouth before he could really stop it. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but lost in his thoughts momentarily, it slipped out as he was staring across at the other.

Kiyotaka frowned, brow wrinkling and head tilting, and managed to smooth over the worry he felt near-effortlessly. What did he mean be that remark? While he was aware that he was being a little paranoid, he was still confused.

“I… really don’t know what you mean. Sorry.”

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“GODDAMNIT GAY THOUGHTS, GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE FOR A WHILE!”

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*kisses him on the cheek* His face turns close to the color of his hair. "You... wanted one" With that Kazuichi ran off

“I regret so many things!”

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“I really really really really really really like you! And I want you, do you want me, do you want me too? I really really really really really really like you!”

“And I want you, do you want me, do you want me too?”

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Ignore him, there’s just some gay screaming into the void, it’ll go away soon.

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* kiss kiss bish

It seemed the love kept coming, Kiyotaka’s face so hot it felt like it was burning. He brought it all on himself, he knew it, but that didn’t change the situation; not that he’d really want to change it…

“O-Oh, yes, Oowada-san!” He smiled as soon as his senses returned to him, laugh maybe a little… overly-enthusiastic, “I bet the girls loved that!”

“Thank you!”

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“Dear diary, I have a question I must ask. I know that my sexual preferences can’t be shown to the media as a legitimate thing, rather than fanservice, so this is just an exercise in futility, but...”

“Does it make me a whore if I’m into both the Oowada brothers?”

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"Here's the kiss you asked for, Mr. Kiyotaka!" he then prceeded to kiss the idol on the cheek. He then blushed, giggled then walked away.

“Th-thank you, Hiko…”

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He's gonna dip the little noise maker, kiss him squarely on the lips and let him back up onto his feet. "Happy?"

Kiyotaka was instantly quiet, face completely red. Holy crap, someone actually did it! Not to mention the fact that he was… rather attractive. His mouth opened and closed without making a sound, making him look somewhat like a fish. 

He finally found his voice, albeit high pitched and squeaky. Well, he’d always strived to hit the high notes…

“Yes… Thank you…”

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“Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Somebody kiss me!”

He didn’t mean to act as childish as he usually did for the cameras, but so many kisses were being exchanged... He was feeling a little left out, and he could always claim it was fanservice...

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  He cannot believe this is happening. Can’t people see they are trying to go to class? Why are these mortals even congregating here? He knows a lot of the common folk are interested in the Ultimates but this is just completely ridiculous. There are more reverse course students hanging around the gate and screaming than normal … and a lot of them are girls.

  The breeder takes a deep breath, having become quite sick of the crowd, he lets out a low whistle. Right on cue a huge brown bear comes lumbering out of the trees. He knew Grizna was nearby. The affectionate bear always is. He points at the crowd of overly excited ladies an gives a single command.

  “Disperse.”

  Grizna almost jumps into action and starts roar. He growls and gripes at the humans, lumbering over to them at high speed. Soon enough the woman are screaming and running in all directions, Gundham striding after his bear as if this is a completely normal scene.

   “Hmph,” He sneers. “Blood sucking parasites.”

Kiyotaka loved and hated being an idol at times. He loved singing and dancing, loved seeing the debt decrease month after month, loved the hope that he’d make something of himself. However, he didn’t like how his fans could be at times. He was thankful to them, but he had a right to be annoyed; he was just trying to get to class, for God’s sake. Still, he waved, smiled and signed a couple of autographs, took some selfies. He wasn’t great at leaving politely and, as his education now rested on his reputation as an idol, he had to be as accommodating as possible… Right?

He jumped when he heard a roar, feet planting and muscles tense with fear. Flight or fight, but his instincts often went with freeze. The girls were asking him to run too, if they even noticed him anymore as they bolted, but he wasn’t really listening.

That was when he saw the other student approaching the animal. Wasn’t he supposed to be some kind of animal keeper? Well, he had a talent that involved animals in some capacity, from what he remembered, and he… heard what he said.

“Well… They’re my fans,” He began, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, “While I deeply appreciate them…”

“Yeah, bloodsucking parasites… is kind of apt…”

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*Internal screaming*

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first date sentences .

between friends .

“ oh my god. i can’t breathe. this is it. i’m dying. ”

“ but, would it be weird if i suddenly got a case of the flu? ”

“ do i look fat in this? of course i do. don’t even answer. “

“ what if he/she/they won’t like me? ”

“ god everything looks weird on me now. ”

“ not sure if i want to throw up, faint or both. ”

“ we’re meeting in an hour and i have no idea what to wear. ”

“ you know them ?! why are telling me just now !? ”

“ okay but legit question ; how do you know that they won’t kidnap you? ”

“ do i kiss them goodbye ? or do i hug them ? what is natural !? ”

“ i can’t do this ! i’m going to fuck up. ”

“ promise me you’ll call me if i ask you to. ”

“ but if they don’t look like their profile picture ? ”

“ if i don’t want to meet them maybe i can pretend to be someone else. ”

“ i know, i know. no sex on the first date. ”

“ NO YOU CAN’T COME WITH. ”

“ rest in fucking pieces. this will be the death of my love life. ”

the first meeting .

“ woah — you look… great! ”

“ so you’re my date for the evening? you look better in real life. ”

“ where do you want to eat? ”

“ do we… shake hands or — hug, or… ? ”

“ i rarely do this, haha! ”

“ i was nervous you wouldn’t make it! ”

“ i just have to say that i’m really nervous, sorry! ”

“ sorry that i’m late ! ”

“ oh… your profile didn’t mention — that. ”

“ let me get your coa— you’re not wearing a coat, haha, oops — ”

“ no, please — allow me! ”

“ i just can’t take my eyes off you, sorry ~ you’re just really stunning. ”

dinner for two .

“ what do you do, and how long have you been doing it? ”

” where are you originally from? ”

“ where did you go to school? ”

” what was your major? ”

“ where exactly do you live in [insert your city or town here]? ”

” so you have any nicknames? ”

“ if you won the lottery tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d buy? ”

” do you have any siblings? ”

“ if you could be any person for a day, who would it be? ”

“ there’s this bar downtown… we could check it out? ”

“ what are we doing after this ? ”