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Ryuji stiffens, swallowing the fear shooting through his nerves like a rocket. He’s afraid, of course he is, because this man is so much taller and stronger and Ryuji knows how helpless he is in this situation. He’s scared shitless, and his brain has been giving the sirens for too long.
He runs, but not without shoving Kamoshida away from him as quickly and as roughly as possible first. Kamoshida can’t punish him if he can’t catch him. Can’t break his leg again if he’s out of reach.
“You brat!”
Kamoshida only reaches out for a moment, but doesn’t make any other attempts to hurt him. “You know,” He starts, sighing. “You will face repercussions for this.”
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Ryuji’s reaction time had gotten weaker since his track days, but that didn’t mean that Kamoshida could kick him before he had the time to react, jerking away like a frightened deer. He managed to pull away, Kamoshida’s strike still impacting, though not nearly as severely as a direct hit would have been.
He was lucky.
It didn’t stop the sharp pain shooting up his leg, and it didn’t stop the quick mental image of blood (so much blood, god- help- there’s just too much- it’s staining the grass and the mud and his skin and everything-) but it does lessen how badly Ryuji wants to buckle over. The ex-track star tries to regain his dignity and his pride by not making any moves to touch it, to nurse it while Kamoshida’s watching.
“T-the hell’s your problem- I didn’t even touch you! We’re not in your office or some creepy torture dungeon- s-so keep your gross sadistic boner in your pants, you bastard!”
You know, that was worth threatening him again for. He grit his teeth, starting to speak.
“I have nothing against hurting you like that again.” He commented, getting down to Ryuji’s height. “The next time you lay your hand on me, or even attempt to, you will regret it.”
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i know i rp kamoshida but
if you’re like 18+ and you’re rping a -17/minor muse sexually, please don’t follow me. it makes me uncomfortable.
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Run. Run. Run. His alarms were blaring, every atom of his being telling him to high tail it out of there before Kamoshida made good on his promise and really did dislocate Ryuji’s shoulder.
More medical bills. More money to pay. More burdens placed on his mother.
Ryuji sucked in a breath. Then shakily exhaled, his heart pounding, his muscles tense. He was scared, even a child could see that.
“Don’t,” The delinquent murmured quietly, loud enough for only Kamoshida’s ears. Ryuji swallowed, cautious, not caring about how weak it would make him look. That didn’t matter. His mother’s workload did.
“Please.”
Kamoshida’s smile faded. Not because he was unhappy, because he was satisfied with Ryuji’s pleas.
“Good.” He took his hand off his shoulder, stepping back. His smile came back, still as vile and dead as it was before.
He then aimed a sharp kick to Ryuji’s leg, the one he broke not too long ago. He wanted it to hurt.
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“The eff does it look like I’m doin’?” The blond asked sharply, keeping his gaze trained on the collarbone of Kamoshida’s most recent victim. Don’t look at Him, and even if you have to, don’t look at His face. Don’t get angry. Don’t give Him a reason to break your other leg. Don’t give Him a reason to cause pain like that ever again. Don’t play into His hands. His instincts were kicking in, self preservation at it’s finest, but something else overrode it.
This kid is hurt. Don’t let Him hurt them.
He shut his eyes, sucked in a breath, and turned to look up at Him, eyes cold and unforgiving, “I’m doin’ your job for ya, you asshole. I’m helpin’ your goddamn students when they’re hurt.”
Kamoshida smiled.
It wasn’t a nice smile. It was cold, dead, and vile.
He placed his hand on Ryuji’s shoulder, hoping to scare him. He leaned in.
“Don’t make me pull your shoulder out of it’s socket, Sakamoto.” He sneered, clenching his fist, ready to hit Ryuji if he grew any sharper of a tongue. “Because I will.”
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He let out a huff as Ann approached him.
He knew what she wanted. Would he give it to her? Absolutely not. The school was his kingdom. He didn’t care what Ann wanted. He only cared about himself.
He looked her over, his eyes lingering uncomfortably long.
“So, Takamaki, what do you want today?” He scoffed, clearly annoyed with her, despite their highly inappropriate relationship.
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Kamoshida could only laugh.
Ryuji was pathetic, trying to stand up to him. He had to hold back from slapping the brat across his face and spitting on him. He was a teacher, and the star teacher at that. He didn’t want to break his perfect image, even though Ryuji knew he was horrid.
“Sakamoto, may I ask what you think you’re doing?”
He asked to the blonde, who was currently attempting to help another student who Kamoshida just laid his hands on.
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like this post for a starter!
( starters will be placed mostly during the kamoshida arc depending on your muse! if that makes you uncomfortable, pm me! )
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I made you my 𝔹𝕀𝕋ℂℍ
How do you feel about ᴛʜᴀᴛ?
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Respect your betters
On your knees and grovel.
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His words are made of 𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔠
His heart is made of 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖
His tongue is laced with 𝓇𝒶𝓏𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈
He was raised upon a throne
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You wanna 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 me?
Get in line bitch.
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I am your ɢᴏᴅ
Blood stained and
𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍
Tʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇ before me
Fall to your knees
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒎𝒆
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Did you think you could ᴅᴇᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ me?
I’ve been biding my time
Waiting
Laughing
Now it is time to show you what I am
Ţru҉ly capable of
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yo!
like / reblog if you’d
like to interact with
a suguru kamoshida
from persona 5
personals do not like/reblog
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