#AND ???% IS ANGRY AND TERU IS STANDING IN HIS WAY AND HE REMEMBERS. HE KNOWS WHAT TERU DID AND HES CONFRONTING IT

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hii, I'm not really a social person, but can you pls make a "yandere teru x reader" story where the reader already knows that teru is a yandere, but just continues to ignore the fact that her boyfriend is a yandere. The reader finds it quite attractive that he'll do anything for them.

It's fine if you don't pick my request, but if you do.. that would make my day😊

I love your stories btw!!

My Precious Darling❣︎

Yandere Teru with a s/o who doesn’t care that he is a yandere

Warnings: Yandere behavior, murder, manipulation on both sides of the relationship, casual talk about violence, a bit of gore, okaying wrong behavior, hinting of stalking

A/n: hello!! and its fine if you aren’t a social person, you are always welcomed on my blog! :D

I absolutely love this idea and I had so much fun writing it so thank you!!

And sorry about how late this came out, I had a lot of requests and was on a bit of a break!! And thank you!! I’m glad you like me fics<33

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

You squeezed onto the base of your umbrella as the rain came down on you. You soon approached the school, making your way to the entrance. You walked inside and shook your umbrella dry then walked down the hall to your locker.

“Good morning, Y/n~” The famous prince of the school appeared by your side, smiling at you.

“Why good morning, Teru! How are you today?” You smiled as well and soon reached your locker.

“Even better now that you are here~” His voice sounded rather sadistic when he said those words. You knew about Teru’s rather violent nature when it came to you. He was quite possessive over you but you didn’t mind. Actually, you found it quite attractive he would do these things for you. You have liked Teru for quite a bit and you were beyond thrilled when you found out about his obsession with you. He knew you knew about the people he killed but it shocked him when you didn’t care. You can balance out his violence in a way, telling him if he needed to kill someone for you or not. He wouldn’t worry so much about killing someone you were friends with because you are accepting of his acts and he is so desperate for your approval, he wouldn’t dare go against your wishes.

“Hm?” You looked down when you saw something fly out of your locker. It was a note. You picked it up and read it. It was a love letter.

“What is it?” Teru asked as he saw your gaze get more intense as you continued reading.

“It’s a love letter, doesn’t have a name though.. this person wants to meet on the rooftop at lunch” You told him before putting the letter in your pocket and shrugging your shoulders. Jealousy filled the male as you could see the anger in his blue eyes.

“Don’t go.” His words sounded more like a statement which made you turn to him.

“I can’t just stand him up like that! That wouldn’t be very nice of me! I will tell them I’m not interested so don’t worry!” You noticed that Teru still looked angry and you couldn’t help but grin. His frustration was cute to you. “Here, if it makes you feel better, you can come with me but try to stay hidden, alright~?”

“Fine, but if he tries anything with you I will kill him there” Teru’s eyes softened slightly at this compromise. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly but pulled away before he could even react.

“I love you, Teru~” You giggled “Now we should head to class.”

When the lunch bell rang you stood up, looking at the note in your hand. You were trying to wonder who it could be, it was almost like a game to you. You soon reached the rooftop to see a boy who you didn’t even know personally. His face turned red as he saw you as he started to fidget with his hands.

“Y/n-senpai! H-hello!!” He stuttered out.

“Hello erm… hello” You were about to say his name but you couldn’t quite remember it. This is just a boy who's a year younger than you that you talked two once or twice. He has always been on the nervous side but you assumed that was because you were an upperclassman. However, you could tell that he knew you better then you thought he knew you.

“I k-know that you don’t know me that well b-but, I was hoping you would go on a date with me! Just try one date with me p-please!!” He bowed down in front of you and you backed away slightly.

“I’m sorry but I’m not interested. I’m actually dating Teru Minamoto so-“

“That’s fine! You don’t need to tell him, just go on one date with me! I will treat you so much better than he will and maybe you will want to date me instead of him!!” He looked desperate as he cut you off. You could already feel Teru’s deadly presence and you sighed. You were hoping this could be easy. Just tell him you aren’t interrelated and move on but clearly it was going to be more complicated than that.

“Listen, I’m not going to go out on a date with you and I’m not going to dump Teru either. Teru and I are in a happy relationship so I’m not interested!” You said sternly. You had to shout at him, you didn’t know what else to do. He was getting too obsessive in the moment and that wouldn’t be good for you. He only looked at you with a hopeless gaze, like he was about to cry.

“Y/n… I will make you see that I am a better guy for you than Minamoto.. even if I have to force you!” He quickly ran off back into the school building, crying. You were a bit disgusted by his words, not interested in him at all.

“Teru, you can come out now” You soon felt someone hug you from behind and you looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend.

“I don’t like that guy…” He whispered to you and you chuckled. You turned around and hugged him.

“Don’t worry, I love you and only you” You told him but his grip on you tightened slightly.

“What if he tries anything with you… to try and ‘force you’ to love him..” Teru was obviously concerned and pissed off so you knew you needed to calm him down.

“It’s okay, he won’t try anything and if he does, I will have you here to protect me”

He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. “I will always protect you, I promise”

Classes were over and you sat in the library. It was late but you were waiting for Teru to finish his student council duties. However, he doesn’t normally take this long, it was already getting dark. You left the library and walked to the student council room but you only saw Akane there.

“Akane, where’s Teru?” You asked him and he looked up at you.

“I don’t know, he left a half an hour ago and he said he will be back… I need him to take care of these papers before I can leave. Can you bring him the paper? I want to go home.” He grumbled and handed you the paper. He was visibly tired so you took the paper from him.

“Oh, sure” You said and left. Where could he be? You searched the new school building but he was nowhere to be found. You tried calling him but he wouldn’t answer his phone either. There weren’t that many students around so the atmosphere was a bit unsettling as you entered the old school building.

You soon heard a thud from one of the classrooms, drawing your attention to it. You approached the classroom and noticed that the door lock was broken. You entered the classroom to see your lovely boyfriend. He turned to you but his gaze softened when he saw it was just you. His hands and clothes were stained with blood as he held two garbage bags, clearly having something inside it. You already knew who it was. It was that guy who confessed to you.

“Teru? What happened?” You entered the classroom and closed the door behind you.

“I had to, Y/n… I had to protect you.. He was going to hurt you.” He said, looking down at the garbage bags.

“Oh, Teru..” You sighed as you looked at him. He looked tense. You didn’t blame him though. He did just kill a person to ensure your protection and now there will be a search for who could have possibly have done it. He had a lot on his plate already, this was just extra stuff he had to deal with. He didn’t mind though, anything for his darling.

“It’s okay, my love, you need rest…” You sat on a chair and opened your arms for him to hug you. He fell onto his knees and hugged you tightly. He was desperate to feel you, to have your comfort. His face nuzzled into your stomach, his head resting on your lap. He was so strong and vulnerable at the same time.

“Rest as long as you want.. when you are ready, we will clean the blood off and get you a new pair of clothes, okay?” You stroked his hair and smiled softly.

“Alright,” He mumbled into your lap. “I love you…”

“I love you too, my precious darling~”

Tagging~ @sleepless-simp @bladethrowsshade @stuckindreamland06 @poisoned-wish

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hi, hi! 👋☺️ may i request hcs for kuroo, teru, kags, akaashi, and oikawa with a s/o who is insecure ‘cause she has bunny teeth? they tend to cover their mouth with their hands when they smile or laugh accidentally, so to others she just seems like a complete betch since she tries her best not to show her teeth. thank you, and have a blessed day 😚👋

AN EXCUSE TO WRITE ABOUT TERUSHIMA YES I ASKED AND I AM HERE FOR IT

bunny smile!

— terushima, kuroo, kageyama, akaashi, and oikawa adore their fem!s/o who has bunny teeth!

gen masterlist

taglist ( open ) — @yams046 @janellion @avylee

— a/n : bunny teeth are so cute, i’ll fight anyone who dares to think otherwise >:(

yuuji terushima.

✧｡ teru does not care how insecure you may be about your bunny teeth; expect this boy to hype you up every moment he lays his eyes on you

✧｡ he will never hesitate in reminding you of how gorgeous you are, and will shower you in praises when he sees you cover your mouth

✧｡ however, yuuji is a respectful boy, he understands that you have your boundaries and if he sees that you’re uncomfortable he will calm down immediately

✧｡ NOSE KISSES HE’LL GIVE YOU NOSE KISSES

✧｡ since you cover your mouth and he can’t get to your lips, he’ll make up for it by giving your little nose a boop and a cute kith to go along with the boop; he’ll do it every time you cover your mouth

✧｡ and while others will assume that because you cover your mouth frequently you’re a bit of a bitch, teru will be the first one to defend you

✧｡ no one ever says it to your face but he’s heard some assumptions every time you laugh or smile, usually he’ll just jump into the conversation because his confidence levels are off the charts and feels comfortable in talking to whoever, whenever, and about whatever

✧｡ “y/n covers her mouth whenever we make jokes, does she think she’s above us or something?” terushima overheard the conversation during lunch, he was just about to meet up with you but stopped immediately at the mention of your name

✧｡ “i’m sure she thinks we’re stupid, which is kinda bitchy of her but whatever—”

✧｡ they were thrown off at the feeling of teru slipping his arms around their shoulders, his smile bright but his eyes not so kind

✧｡ “hey now, let’s not be making assumptions about other people like that, yeah? that’s not very nice of you, how would you feel if someone assumed you were a bitch because of something you couldn’t control? wouldn’t really be a good feeling, huh?”

✧｡ the two nodded their heads and muttered quietly in agreement, prompting yuuji to simply pat their shoulders before walking away to find you

✧｡ “yuuji? where have you been?” you looked up at him as he grabbed you by the hand, taking you out to your lunch date

✧｡ “sorry sweetheart, something was brought up to my attention last minute, but that’s been solved now. come on, let’s go.”

tetsurou kuroo.

✧｡ kuroo is a little more aggressive than terushima when debunking the rumors about you, but he’s still suave af about it

✧｡ truth be told, he originally believed those rumors until one day you and him were partnered up for a chemistry project

✧｡ he quipped a chemistry pun which prompted you to laugh, only for the atmosphere to change as he watched you cover your mouth as you chuckled quietly to yourself

✧｡ you watched as kuroo’s smile faded, instead stretching into a little frown, his eyebrows knitted as he began to turn his eyes away— he never said anything but you knew exactly what he was thinking

✧｡ “wait, the rumors aren’t true!” you exclaimed suddenly, which surprised him a bit, “your joke was really funny, i... i’m just embarrassed about my laugh. i’m sorry if that was rude of me, i’ve just picked up a bad habit and i’m paying the price for it.”

✧｡ he felt guilty and shook his head, feeling like a bitch himself for giving you the cold shoulder so quickly. “you shouldn’t be insecure over your laugh, i think it’s adorable.” he said it point blank and forward, his face serious as you studied him

✧｡ “well, it’s not just my laugh, i have bunny teeth and they’re very obvious when i’m smiling or laughing...” he looked at you confusedly, and after hesitating, you showed him what you meant

✧｡ instead of looking at you weirdly like how you had expected him to, you were surprised to see his eyes brighten, his smile only widening as he reached forward to hug you

✧｡ “nonsense, y/n. you’re beautiful,” he whispered quietly, his words reaching you and your heart

✧｡ that day changed your relationship with him entirely, it was only a matter of time before you two began dating, and you were as happy as can be

✧｡ he gets very defensive when people refer to you as bitchy in front of him, especially because he knows more than anyone how wrong it was to assume

✧｡ “let’s get one thing straight, alright?” tetsurou’s face becomes very unfriendly when he hears your name and bitch in the same sentence, he will not tolerate it and shows no effort in trying to hide it

✧｡ “why don’t you try to get to know y/n, yeah? let’s not be making such mean assumptions about people like that, and get to the bottom of it yourself if you think y/n is actually a bitch. i guarantee you, spending one day with y/n will debunk all rumors surrounding her being a bitch.”

✧｡ he still feels guilty for assuming you were a bitch when he first met you; now that he’s your loyal, loving boyfriend, he’ll dedicate himself to proving to everyone else that you’re not the bitch some think you to be.

tobio kageyama.

✧｡ kageyama, of all people, know what it’s like to be misunderstood

✧｡ so when the rumors of you being a bitch began to make its way around karasuno, he didn’t believe them at all

✧｡ if anything, he’s appalled by such harsh rumors; just because you cover your mouth when you smile or laugh, you’re labeled a bitch now?

✧｡ you have to tell tobio constantly that you’re not too affected by it, though he knows that you’re hiding your hurt, which upsets him even more

✧｡ “you can’t be okay with this, y/n.” kags was huffing after school, you were playing with his hair as he sat on the ground and setting a volleyball to the wall across from him “you’re not a bitch, you shouldn’t let people believe stuff like that.”

✧｡ “i’m okay, tobio.” you sighed as you watched your boyfriend angrily set to the wall, “i have friends who know i’m not a bitch, and i have you most of all. i’m okay, a couple of rumors can’t stop me.”

✧｡ “but you’re hurt by it. i can hear you.” putting the volleyball at his side and turning around to look up at you, he frowned while observing the expression on your face. “i can tell you’re hiding it, but i know you.”

✧｡ if it was one thing tobio was good at doing, it was reading you like a book— his observations skills were phenomenal, and understanding and knowing your nuances and intracacies was part of the package deal

✧｡ “i’m a tough cookie, i can handle a couple of rumors.” not denying it but brushing it off to the side, you shrugged. “you guys know the truth, so there’s no reason why a silly gossip should be so important.”

✧｡ even so, kags won’t stand for it

✧｡ he knows you’re insecure about your bunny teeth so if ever there’s a moment he overhears any rumors going around about you, he’ll find a different way to shut them up completely

✧｡ he’s still a little awkward at first but it won’t stop him in standing up for you; he’ll hesitate on what he should say before eventually deciding to just wing it

✧｡ he’ll have that glare in his eyes as he always does, his lips curved into a frown as he looks at the ones speaking poorly of you

✧｡ “what makes you think y/n is a bitch, huh?” he speaks up and the others turn to face him, “got anything on her that proves she’s one?”

✧｡ seeing that they don’t really do have any proof that you in fact ARE a bitch, they’re rendered speechless as they stop looking at tobio, who’s managed to keep his piercing blue eyes on them the entire time

✧｡ “you don’t have proof. so, get your facts straight before bothering to gossip about stuff like that.” he simply walks away after that, seeing no reason to keep the conversation going

✧｡ after that, the setter will continuously ask you if more people have been bothering you; and if there is, he has no problem approaching them for you

✧｡ soon enough, the rumors are dispelled, and you have your boyfriend to thank for.

keiji akaashi.

✧｡ this man has being assertive down pat

✧｡ he’s not the type to speak out often, but when he does, his words hit hard

✧｡ he prefers to comfort you in private, where neither of you are surrounded by other people and you’re away from those hurtful rumors about you being a bitch

✧｡ he gets angry at those who spread the foolish rumor about you being a bitch; which is rare for the fukurodani setter, most of the time you can’t even tell which emotion he’s feeling with how aloof he is

✧｡ but he has no problem in expressing how listening to the rumors about you infuriate him every single time it falls to his ears

✧｡ “it’s upsetting, knowing how quick you are to judge someone based off a simple habit they have. i’m sure you have your own tendencies and habits as well, but you don’t see anyone here calling you a bitch behind your back, hmm?”

✧｡ they can’t say anything to akaashi, because they know, damn well at that, that he’s completely correct

✧｡ “er, sorry about that, i guess.”

✧｡ “i’m not the person you should be apologizing to. y/n sure does deserve one from you, though.”

✧｡ you don’t even know what the heck happened until a bunch of people stop you during school hours to apologize for talking about you behind your back, leaving you confused

✧｡ you brought it up to your boyfriend as you two were spending time together out of school— you had heard of the rumors, but it wasn’t anything to be worried about

✧｡ “keiji? did something happen?”

✧｡ the setter looked at you for such an abrupt question, tilting his head slightly, “what do you mean, y/n?”

✧｡ “a bunch of people were apologizing to me today, for that rumor about me being a bitch. i don’t remember saying anything about it, i was only wishing it would disappear on its own. i never expected people to apologize to me about it.”

✧｡ upon hearing this, akaashi snickered and shook his head, his eyesight turning somewhere else as he shrugged his shoulders at your question

✧｡ “i dunno, they must’ve finally gained some common sense and owned up to it.”

✧｡ you knew that wasn’t just it

✧｡ “you were involved in this, weren’t you, keiji?”

✧｡ he refused to admit to it, but he didn’t deny it either, giving you your answer. and though he’d probably never say it out loud, he’ll do it again and again, for the person he cherishes and adore the most.

tooru oikawa.

✧｡ can and will call anyone out if he finds out they’re gossiping about you

✧｡ i mean, he’s not a confident man just for show; he’s got absolutely no problem telling them exactly how it is, and how wrong they are in assuming you, of all people, could possibly be a bitch

✧｡ it became quite a surprise to you when you saw how down to earth he was when it came to your relationship—

✧｡ you weren’t the type to show things off since you yourself were insecure of your bunny teeth; you were still wondering how tooru loved them as much as he admits

✧｡ every time you cover your mouth he pouts, giving you puppy eyes for you to uncover your mouth and smile for him, because he absolutely loves it when you smile

✧｡ he respects your boundaries and actually makes an effort to keep your relationship more on the quiet side

✧｡ he wants nothing more than to show you off to the world, believe me, but he won’t do such a thing if he knows that you’ll be uncomfortable with it

✧｡ when the rumors first began spreading around aoba johsai, oikawa was absolutely appalled, to say the very least

✧｡ you and bitch in the same sentence? utterly preposterous.

✧｡ he didn’t bring it up to you right away, wanting to get to the bottom of the rumor before talking to you about it, so he knew exactly what was happening

✧｡ what tooru doesn’t know, was that you knew exactly what was going on the moment the gossip plagued around school; you were just playing it cool, hoping the rumors would dissipate on their own

✧｡ he stood up to the people gossiping about you the first time when he was waiting for you to leave class, a group of kids were in front of a classroom whispering things about your tendency to cover your mouth and assuming you were just being a bitch about it

✧｡ “excuse me?” tooru had no trouble barging in, smiling not-so-pleasantly as they were shocked to see the popular third year within their circle, “we’re not talking about the y/n, right?”

✧｡ “o-oikawa!” they were at a loss of words as he just stood there, glaring down at them, “n-no, we’re not, it’s just—”

✧｡ “i’ll be damned if i let any of you call y/n a bitch,” he snapped, interrupting them completely. “usually it’s iwa-chan who you should be afraid of, but say one bad thing about y/n and i’ll be your worst nightmare.”

✧｡ like a switch, his eyes lit up and he grinned at the others, who were cowering in their embarrassment as the seijoh captain walked away, chuckling softly to himself, “get to know people before you talk about them, okay? okay.”

✧｡ he was surprised to see you standing right there, laughing quietly to yourself as he took your hand innocently, “y/n, it was an urgent matter!”

✧｡ “i’m fine, tooru. the rumors aren’t that bad, i’ll be okay. i promise.”

✧｡ “you know about the rumors?”

✧｡ “not many people make an effort to keep a secret about it, so of course i know about them. i’m alright.” you kissed his cheek, “but thank you for standing up for me.”

✧｡ and he continued to do so, calling people out on their bullshit about you until eventually, the rumors subsided and people were no longer being mean to you.

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The Freedom of Expression, radio version - Ep 35, May 2016 - Live-streamed suicide, Tokyo governer Masuzoe Yōichi scandal, Celebrity Becky's apology for affair with musician, Female idol stabbed over 20 times

*Trigger warning* Discussion of suicide.

Kaoru starts by saying the layout of the studio has changed so it feels quite different. He used to sit facing Joe, but now they are sitting side-by-side. Joe asks Kaoru how preparations for the Mode of Vulgar tour are going, and Kaoru says at the time of recording this show, they are just about to start rehersals for the tour. Joe asks him if he likes doing rehersals, and he replies that he does not. He does, however, think that rehersals are important and says its better to rehearse, but he also suggests that there is another member of the band who hates rehersals even more, and never wants to do them (Shinya).

Kaoru then reads out the contact info, and reminds listeners that any interesting messages will be rewarded with a sticker. Joe says that Kaoru has been quite stingy with stickers so far, but Kaoru reminds Joe that he did give one to Dobashi last week.

After messing up his lines and blaming it on the new studio layout, he begins his first topic, labeling it a 'taboo story'. This is the news that a woman in Paris had live-streamed herself committing suicide by jumping in front of a train, and since then similar incidents have started to happen in Japan. Joe brings up the book 'The Complete Maunal of Suicide' by Tsurumi Wataru, published in 1993. It became very popular with people under 30. They book describes various ways to commit suicide in considerable detail, but the author Tsurumi actually intended the book as a way to make  life easier to live for people (by giving people the knowledge that if worst ever did come to worst, there would be an easy way to end the pain, thus making the present more bareable). In various prefectures across Japan the book was banned for under 18s, but conversely the American/international media interpreted the book as a kind of shelter for Japan's youth. But Joe feels like producing this kind of book is still slightly different from broadcasting your own death. Live-streaming a suicide has no connection to making life easier for people. He says the person filming thier suicide may be consumed by depression, but they are only thinking of themselves. Kaoru agrees with this. He says that as he gets older, he experiences people around him dying more and more. He has also know people who have taken thier own life. He says suicide can cause the people who knew the deceased to fall into self hate or blame themselves, when it is really not thier fault. Despite pouring so much love into a person, a suicide may make it feel like it still somehow wasn't enough, or people may feel a sense of rejection from the suicide, and Kaoru says he cannot forgive this. Joe comments that this topic is really difficult. Kaoru says he cannot understand why someone would broadcast thier own suicide. Is it to stand out at the end, or to influence someone, or for no reason at all? Joe wishes the person would use that energy to continue living, putting it into a more positive direction, instead of using it to film thier suicide.

Before coming to the studio to record the show, Joe says he was having a drink with Tsuyoshi from P.T.P and Teru from Crossfaith. Thier conversation turned to K, the former vocalist of P.T.P who suffered from mental illness, and died in 2013. Tsuyoshi's band member in The Bonez, Jesse, had said he wanted to tell K about all the fun they've had since his death, meaning that even if you really want to escape from your pain, there is still so much enjoyment waiting for you in the future if you just carry on living. Kaoru strongly agrees with this. He appeals to the listeners to strive to get through those tough times, and to do thier very best to continue living.

They welcome Hiranabe for the Tokyo Sports corner next. Hiranabe's first story relates to the scandal surrounding Tokyo Governer at the time, Masuzoe Yōichi. The scandal is based on the fact that Masuzoe was found to have been using large amounts of public money to pay for personal luxuries and family trips etc. At the time of recording, Masuzoe still had not resigned, and Hiranabe thinks he is refusing to resign because if he stays in the job a little longer, he will still get his summer bonus of ¥3800000. Alternatively it could be that if he stayed in the job until the summer Olympics started, the media's eyes would be diverted, and he would get away with it. Hiranabe says that Masuzoe could learn from him. He then tells a story of how he recently took two senior hostesses out for drinks at ¥2980 per hour, which was quite cheap. He was drinking tequila, but then another girl who was sat next to him (who looked just like the celebrity Becky) also said she wanted to drink tequila. Hiranabe couldn't resist and ended up with drinks bill of ¥98450. Thinking he could claim it as expenses, he got out his card, but as it happened he had reached his credit limit on his card, and it got rejected. He couldn't withdraw money from a convenience store ATM, as they were not operating during Saturday nights. Eventually he asked one of the hostesses he was with to pay. He had to pay her back the following day. Joe suggests Hiranabe used the story about Masuzoe so he could link it back to himself and tell his own story. 

Hiranabe's next story is about the celebrity Becky, linking on from the girl who looked just like her in the last story. Becky had been in the news previously after her affair with married musician Kawatani Enon was publicly exposed. She disappeared from screens for a while, but as part of her comback she wrote a letter apologizing to Kawatani's wife. Hiranabe laments that this apology was made after Becky had already started tv recordings again. He thinks the apology should have been made first, and that Becky has probably not done herself any favours with this. He says it looks bad, and makes her look too impatient. Kaoru thinks the oder of things probably doesn't make much difference to how people will think of her. Hiranabe says her colleauge/senpai 'Cunning Takayama' will make fun of her. Joe suggests Hiranabe could get involved somehow, and Hiranabe replies along the lines of 'Oh, I'll gladly have some fun with her'. The others laugh at this, as such a phrase can only be read in one way when coming from Hiranabe.

Hiranabe's next news is that 20yr old Idol Tomita Mayu had been stabbed multiple times by an obessive fan just before she was due to perform at an event. The stabbing had occurred after Tomita had repeatedly returned unwanted presents to the fan. Hiranabe says this would usually make a stalker happy, because its proof that the idol has acknowledged thier existence. That fact that this fan got angry about the returned gifts could mean he is slightly different from a stalker, and actually more extreme than a stalker, which is quite scary. He obviously held a grudge, and seemed quite sadistic. Tomita had actually contacted the police the day before the stabbing due to the barrage of threatening tweets he was sending her, but the police did not deem the case urgent. Hiranabe thinks this is one of the worst points about this incident. He says it could have been prevented if police were present at the event, and if they don't change thier response to such situations, incidents like this will keep happenening. Kaoru comments on how this whole incident is really scary. He thinks a future comeback for Tomita might be tough now, although at the time of recording they have yet to see what developments will happen. It has been suggested by some that the fan viewed Tomita as his property, and Joe says the fan's ability to communicate is in question.

Kaoru finishes by plugging his new jingle campaign, and his blog. He then says that the artwork for the new single has been revealed, and it was made by Ameican illustrator Matt Mahurin. He then annouces that there will be three days of movie screenings for the new Budokan DVD, and he plugs his upcoming tours, the first of which is due to start the following week. He ends by saying that tickets are also available for the DSS tour via either the fanclub or general sale, he cant remember which.

Songs - Dir en grey/Child Prey

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Toilet-bound Hanako-kun: Chapter 10 - The Young Exorcist (Part 2)

Previously: we had a mostly Kou centric episode! We learned more about his family, in particular about his kinda scary brother Teru. Kou made it his mission to find evidence that proves that Hanako is not a bad supernatural, which lead to some very cute bonding moments between the two boys. Kou decided that he wouldn’t exorcise Hanako because he considered him a good guy, but Hanako doesn’t take this change of heart well since he clearly doesn’t think that killing someone can be justified in any way. He goes overboard, though, and threatens Kou with his knife and it’s at that precise moment that Teru arrives and zaps Hanako with his own exorcist weapon and I was left with very high levels of stress

Now onto the next chapter!

Okay I really like this cover page, because it while it can be seen as the two exorcist keeping the aparition at bay, since they’re the ones that can (and have to) do it, you can also see other nice details. There’s also the contrast between both of their expressions while holding Hanako back: how calm and collected Teru looks while Kou looks uncomfortable. And how Kou’s weapon not only is keeping Hanako in check, but is also holding Teru’s sword back so that it doesn’t touch Hanako. 

Anyway, yes, it’s a very good drawing that conveys this arc very well.

Okay so Kou is remember all those times he would sneak out to watch his brother fighting against supernaturals and how cool he looked while doing so. Teru always greeted his brother with a kind smile and Kou had assumed that that was the expression he wore into battle but

Yeah, can’t say I’m surprised, those are the main expressions we have seen on his face when it comes to Hanako and apparitions. Still, Kou’s face is honestly heartbreaking, he must feel so helpless

I feel like I need to reiterate: his calm smile in moments like this kinda scares me, Like, I get it, I understand why he’s acting this way (he found Hanako pointing a knife at his baby brother, what’s he gonna do? let him go just like that? no, that would be stupid) but still, it’s slightly unnerving

But in spite of what his brother says, Kou stands his ground defending Hanako but Tery reaches for his bead bracelet and oh. it’s a capture weapon. fantastic, this just keeps getting better and better

Hmm, idk if I’m reaching, but it kinda feels like Teru is babying his brother a little too much. I don’t know their full family situation, and while yes, Kou is clearly inexperienced in dealing with supernaturals, I feel like Teru shouldn’t dismissed what he had to say so fast although, again, the knife pointed towards Kou really doesn’t help the situation 

Hanako calls out to Haku-Joudai but holy fuck Teru really is much more powerful than Kou since he can create a lightning cage so he can’t summon his tsueshiro.

This is real bad. Things really aren’t looking good for my ghost child here

That’s interesting. Does that mean that Teru is just THAT much more powerful that his spiritual energy can control the lightning like that even if his weapon is mainly used for attacking? Also, does that mean that Kou’s weapon is better for controlling said lightning? 

It looks like Hanako is gonna tried to defend himself with his knife but Teru just tells him that “no matter how you try to cover it up, in the end, you can never hide what you truly are” with his scary face TM. And Hanoko looked angry before but after that he looks honestly shocked

It’s really something how he can looked so small and terrified while holding that knife. It conveys a very hopeless feeling, idk maybe I’m reaching

Oh wow 

Now this is some beautiful and haunting imagery.

I mentioned during my last recap that while there’s a real underlying danger that we can see in Hanako, but again, he doesn’t seem like a genuinly bad or vengeful person. So this description is suspicious to me. It could be true, but after everything we’ve seen so far, it could very well be a case of rumors twisting the original story of him murdering someone and blowing it our of proportion

 Okay so they start fighting and I’m too scared to scroll down because so far Teru has clearly proven that he’s not someone you want to mess with ahhhh

ヽ(ﾟДﾟ;)ﾉ!!

━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━    OH MY GOD NO NOPE NO

Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)// Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)// Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)//  IT JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE NOOO BABY that looks so painful ahhhhhhh

I don’t want to keep scrolling but hnnnnng I must know if my child will be okay (and I know that he most likely will be but still jfc this is so painful to look at)

Kou explains how Teru usually fights against supernatural and ngl it’s kinda horrifying and yes, it looks like it’s best to stay out of range but Hanako is trapped there with no way out

And ahhhhh now Kou is second guessing himself, thinking maybe his brother was right and that Hanako should be exorcised but nooo baby you should listen to your instincts if they tell you something is not quite right here

Ohhhh. Okay, so we’re dealing with a layer of self-confidence issues too. I didn’t consider it, since it just seemed like he admired his brother a whole lot, but it isn’t just that. And it makes sense, since from what we saw last chapter, Teru seems to be some kind of prodigy, and it’s not rare that Kou started to compare himself to him (not only thinking that he wants to be like him, but also seeing what he’s lacking since Teru seems to be so “perfect”). So yeah, to him, his brother “knows what’s best”, because that’s the way it’s always been

Teru says that Hanako has been near the shore for a long time and that it’s time for him to face his punishment, but Hanako seems to have something to say about that and

oh. oH no.  he’s crying oh nO he looks so sad oh god ಥ_ಥ

So to Hanako, being exorcised wouldn’t be a fair way to pay for his crimes. He’s telling Teru that if he expels him right now, then nothing would be gained from it since he would just be released from the mortal plane without actually doing something to atone. And “atone” is a fitting way to put it, since from what we’ve seen, he doesn’t want (or expects) to be forgiven, he just wants to do things right, to find a way to repent for what he has done. It’s is also in line with what he told Kou before, about how he cannot let himself be exorcised yet because he has a task he has to acomplish.

And Kou is thinking back to all the ways in which Hanako has been helpful and the times when he protected both him and Yashiro. And he makes a fair point, he (and us readers too) has no way of knowing if Hanako is telling the true, he could be lying. But still, Hanako’s actions are out there on the table, and Kou needs to make his decision based on what he believes is the right thing to do.

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Σ(ﾟДﾟ；≡；ﾟдﾟ) !!!!! FUCKING HELL WHAT OH GO D

KOU YOU’RE A PRECIOUS ANGEL THAT DESERVES THE WORLD BLESS YOU

Hanako and Teru look so shocked but Kou isn’t backing down, no sir, he’s here on a mission and he’s not gonna let his new friend/tolerated acquaintance be exorcised. Also holy fuck he body slammed his brother into the ground wow he’s really not playing around and

This is good. He needs to let this out or it’s gonna eat him up. And yeah, it seems like I was right on the money with the too much babying before. Kou makes some very valid points here: yes, he’s not his brother, he’s nowhere near Teru’s level of experience and he should have been more catious when dealing with Hanako, but he has also seen things his brother hasn’t. He’s seen how Hanako behaves around him and Yashiro, and how he tries to protect all the students in the school, so he’s not gonna be blinded by the “all supernaturals are bad” speech because he knows it’s not true.

He admits that he needs to get stronger and he’s confident that he wiil, And then he will decide if Hanako needs to be exorcised or not, that’s a responsability he’s willing to take. I’m really proud of him, for sticking to what he believes it’s right, even against his brother’s wishes.

And thankfully, Teru relents and decides to let Kou handle things on the forefront because he doesn’t want his baby brother to hate him. They’ve reach a solid middle ground, the only thing Teru asks is for Kou to remember what he’s said all that and to be conscious that this is Hanako’s last chance if anything happens. Next time he won’t be so kind.

Now Kou and Hanako are left alone, and Kou tells Hanako to behave properly since he doesn’t trust him fully yet and that at the moment he starts acting suspicious, he’ll exorcise him

...................okay, no, I call bullshit on that. There’s no way Hanako had time to apply the eyedrops during his fight with Teru. Even if he had them handy for something, there’s no way. He has to be doing it to lighten the heavy atmosphere because he’s a little shit like that.

Ohhhhhhhhh okay we’re cutting to back to Yashiro in the library. Hopefully this will be more lighthearted, I feel like the previous confrontation was too much for my heart

She’s researching the seven mysteries but it seems like she’s not having much luck since everything she finds is about the girl Hanako-san.

OH

Hello there, suspicious green haired girl that’s shown to spread the rumors in the anime and that was with that suspicous guy that sent a spirit orb to spy on my babies. How nice of you to appear...........I’m sure only good things will come out of this

Oh, looks like there’s a preview of scenes from the next volume of the manga

.......It certainly looks like we have quite the ride ahead of us, doesn’t it. Also!! That white haired guy from the anime intro is finally here! Since he was right next to Yako in the intro, I’m guessing he must be one of the mysteries we’ll deal with, possible number five since Aoi mentions it right there.

Awwwww they have a little sister! She looks so cute! It looks like Teru isn’t a morning person and judging from the apron Kou is wearing, it looks like he takes care of the cooking? or some kind of housework? I wonder if this means that their parents are out of the picture

[divinedecay]

Kindness Kills, Part 3

Prompt: They were a ww, he was a vamp, can I make it any more obvious Pairing: Vamp!Kuroo Tetsurou x WW!Reader Word Count: 1,994 Warnings: Blood mention, bad writing lol Taglist: @writeiolite​ A/N: Damn, the final part... I hope its alright Part 1 // Part 2

Of course.

Of course it would come to this.

Of course it would come to you and Tetsurou circling each other, prepared to lunge, to wound, to kill.

Of course.

    You really, truly, should have known better. After what happened before, you should have known. Should have expected this. But instead, you had allowed yourself to do something stupid. Not only had you allowed yourself to have feelings for a Vampire - granted, this wasn’t exactly something you could control, but still - but you had also given in to those feelings. As you stalked around Kuroo, you couldn’t help but marvel at what a damned idiot you were.

    After leaving Teru’s apartment, you had known your time was short; you had to either find a very good hiding place, or find somewhere to wait. Somewhere of your choice.

If it was to be a fight, you were determined to have it on your terms.

    So you’d found a place, and waited. It hadn’t taken long for Kuroo to come to you.

    You had both heard and smelled him coming; he had made no effort to hide it. You hoped that wasn’t arrogance that drove him, because, if so, he was in for a nasty surprise. 

“Y/N,” his voice had sounded from behind you, and the tone he took sent your anger skyrocketing.

“Don’t,” you snarled the word, “don’t you dare say my name like you love me when I know you’re here to rip my guts out.” He hadn’t said anything after that, and you had simply stood and turned to face him, letting the anger and betrayal burn brightly in your eyes as you stared him down. “I should have known. I should have known better than to trust you. It was always going to come to this, and I was stupid enough to believe that maybe it wouldn’t. Stupid of me to expect the past not to repeat itself."

"Y/N, I don't-"

"Have a choice?" You cut him off, teeth practically bared. "Don't give me that bullshit. There's always a choice." You pause, scoff, roll your eyes. "Then again, it was choices that got me into this mess, wasn't it? I should have known better than to trust a vampire again after what your kind did."

"Y/N-"

"Shut up, Blood Drinker." You look at his eyes, at the barely masked pain there. You could let him speak. Give him time to explain. You could. But you're too busy remembering what happened before, what led you to this entire situation in the first place. You almost laughed at the parallels, at the sheer twist of fate that caused this. What happened before, before anything to do with Tetsurou, it made you so beyond angry at this entire situation. Angry at Tetsurou, for being a Vampire. Angry at your former pack leader, for being naive. Angry at yourself, for being a complete and utter dumbass.

    So he doesn't get to speak, to explain, you decide. He's here to kill you, why should he get to explain himself?

    You feel your teeth elongating, your nails growing as you began to slowly move to the side. Kuroo copies the movements, backing away and trying to keep you in front of him.

Not that it will matter, you grin, shoving your hurt deep, deep down. Now wasn't the time for hurt, now was the time for anger. No matter how this turned out, you won. If he died, you got your revenge, your vindication. You rid yourself of him forever and you can move on.

    If you died, you were taking as much with you as you could. You'd make sure he had scars from this encounter, make sure he remembered you for as long as his miserable life lasted.

“Y/N,” for fucks sake, the way he said your name drove you insane. Shaking off the pang in your heart at his voice, you lunge before he can say another word. Your claws graze his cheek as you practically tackle him to the ground, the claws on your other hand starting to sink into his shoulder. You see the shock in his eyes as his body reacts before his mind can catch up, and he practically launches you off of him, sending you basically flying halfway across the clearing.

    You land, hard, on your side, your breathing heavy, but you don’t launch back up. Especially when you hear him inching closer.

    As soon as he’s close enough to you, you swing your legs, knocking him over and launching yourself on top of him once more, but the glint in his eye tells you he was expecting this, and he uses his strength to turn the tables so that you’re pinned down, not him. A drop of blood falls on you from the bleeding scratches on his cheek.

“Just listen to me!” His voice is rough and desperate, and it takes everything in you to ignore it.

“Why should I?!” The anger is written plain on your face. The hurt. The betrayal. And you know it. Kuroo’s face is different, all frustration and determination, and then suddenly his lips are at your neck and his fangs are sinking into your skin.

“Are you fucking insane?!” You didn’t know how Vampires reacted to Werewolf blood, and you weren’t sure you wanted to find out. In that moment, you were too shocked and baffled to remember that you’re supposed to be angry, but your emotions quickly boil back over, anger flushing your face once more.

“Just listen for one fucking minute!”

“No, you listen! You have absolutely no right to ask me to listen! None!”

“Why the hell not?!” There’s a look in his eye, a wild desperation.

“Because this has happened before,” you’re yelling now, screaming with anger, with every bit of emotion you have. His face changes, just for a moment.

“Wh-what?” The confusion in his voice is so genuine, the shock so real. You scoff.

“What? Your treacherous, backhanded, slimy despot of a clan didn’t bother to tell you how they wiped out an innocent pack, minding their own business?” You like to think that if Kuroo had the ability to pale even more, he would have. “Well,” you sneer, “let me educate you.

    Once, there was a small clan, who lived just outside the city. They kept to themselves and bothered no one, the whole shebang. They were kind to everyone. And, one day, their pack leader fell in love.

    She was a sweet Wolf, cared about her pack and others around her, but love… love destroyed her. You see, she fell in love with a Vampire. But what none of us knew was that this Vampire wasn’t actually in love. This Vampire was sent to us. To destroy us. Just for being what we are. Because our pack leader dared to fall in love with a ‘higher’ being.” The words that you spit out are filled with disgust, but old wounds that still stung. Kuroo watched your face, watched as years of anger and sadness came raging out. “One day, I was out, away from the pack, running errands, and I came back to-” your voice catches, halting and tripping over itself, “to carnage. Everyone. Everyone was dead, and the whole place stunk of Vampire, of Vampire work.” You shake your head, fighting back the prick of tears in the corners of your eyes. “I made the mistake of thinking you could be different.” Your voice is quieter now, your eyes averted, but still angry. “So, yeah. Fuck you and your clan.”

“Listen,” he takes a breath, fighting to keep the disgust out of his voice so that you can’t misinterpret his tone, “for just- for just a minute, and then, if you still want to rip me apart, you can. I’ll stand here and let you.” Your eyes snap to his, and you blink a couple of times in surprise. “I had no idea about your pack, Y/N, and I had nothing to do with the horrific actions my clan took.

    I am not my clan, and if you’ll give me  your ear - not literally-” a flash of a shit-eating grin, then it’s gone again - “I’ll explain everything.” He paused, searching your face for a sign to continue. You blinked at him again, and he could see the war behind your eyes, but you made no moves against him, nor did you speak. He took that as permission to continue. “My clan gave me the ultimatum, yes. Kill you or die. And, yes, I told them I would kill you.” Anger flashes in your eyes, but he continues, unfazed. “What my clan fails to realize is that not everyone is as bigotted and backwards as them.

    I have no intentions of killing you, Y/N. None at all. In fact, I… I really intend to leave the clan. And I hope you’ll come with me.” His voice is almost scared, and you have to replay his words over and over in your head to make sure that you understood him.

“Why?” It’s the only thing you can utter for a moment, then questions start flooding out. “Why? Why on this God-forsaken planet would you choose me, a Werewolf, over your clan? I’m not even immortal, this is the worst possible decision-” And then his lips are on yours, hesitant and soft. He’s never kissed you like this, like he’s scared and desperate, but he is now, and it makes your brain short-circuit a little.

“Because,” he mutters, his face mere inches from yours, “I love you, Y/N. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I’d rather be with you for however long you’ll have me than sell me soul out to beings who probably don’t even know what love it. I’d rather go through everything that comes with being with you than live one more undead day without you.” The words are pouring from his lips, flooding your ears like a tsunami. The weight of them threatens to crush you, but something in your heart leaps with hope. You struggle for words, stumbling over syllables until the only thing that manages to leave your mouth tumbles right on out.

“Say sike right now.” He blinks, then starts laughing, and it's the best thing you’ve heard all day. And the most terrifying.

“No, babe, there is no “sike.” I love you,” that grin, that damned grin, spread across his face, and you knew that, as much as you wanted to be angry with him, it wasn’t his fault. It was his clan’s. And he wasn’t his clan. “So, what do you say? Be a cliche and run away with me?”

    There were so many things that could go wrong, so many things that could backfire. There were so many risks, so many problems. And yet… you couldn’t help but think that it would be worth it. You loved him, you really, truly, did, and, if he was to be believed, he loved you, too. You were happier than you’d been since before your entire pack was murdered, and you knew it.

    You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to teach yourself how to give in to the feeling once more. It was easy, truth be told. Kuroo was, well, Kuroo, and that was enough for you.

    You open your eyes to the same easy grin, but there’s worry in his eyes. You bring your hand up to his cheek, wipe away the blood, let the anger leave your body. 

“I love you too, Tetsu.” If it was possible, his grin gets wider, and his eyes get brighter. An expression of pure joy washes over him. There would always be complications, sure. There would be troubles and risks and things that go wrong, but you could deal with all of it, every single bit, so long as Kuroo was by your side. 

Perhaps his kindness wouldn't kill you after all.

[most-likely-terrible-dr-imagines]

Hello!!! Could I request the dr2 boys showing their s/o something about their talent and then they slip up and accidentally give their s/o a black eye or somehow injuring them? S/o isn't angry at all though they laugh it off after their boy is done freaking out over them. Sorry if you've done it before or if it's too complicated!

This was adorable, and very fun to write! I only wrote four of the boys in question (Teruteru, Hajime, Nagito, and Souda) so a part one will come out soon, I just couldn’t finish it today because of time restraints. 

- Modaca

Teruteru Hanamura

Admittedly, he had never needed to show off in front of anyone before. He would normally just let his food speak for itself, rather than trying to be flashy by flipping an egg a certain way or anything.

Not saying he didn’t know how, he used to mess around a lot before his mama had gotten sick when they cooked together. 

Yet when his adorable S/O asked to watch him cook, he wanted to make it as entertaining as possible. 

He did those fancy pancake flips, set onions in a shape of a volcano and did the classic fire in the volcano, when threw his utensils around. 

His ego grew whenever they complimented him, and his normal concerns about safety slowly slipped away. 

Not the basics like don’t leave the fire on or don’t throw knives, but what he had done was go to flip a pot in his hand after getting it out of the pantry. 

While also not realizing how close they had gotten to try and help him if he was too short to reach. 

Smack

Right in the eye.

“Oh my, S/O, I-I’m so sorry!” He had shouted, his accent coming out all too much in midst of his panic. 

“This? This is just a little mark, don’t burn anything Teru.” 

“But you’re still holding it! Please say you’re not bleeding. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

That’s when they started laughing, quickly taking their hand off their eye. “I’ll just get an ice pack, it isn’t bleeding or anything. You should keep going, I’m really looking forward to trying all of your dishes.”

Hajime Hinata

As we all know, he doesn’t have a talent, so he’s been experimenting and learning new things. 

His S/O had been encouraging him the entire way, showing him talents that had been at the school in the past but weren’t in the school’s current roster. 

“Ultimate clown... Are you serious?”

“I know, I thought that was Nagito’s talent, but it turns out it was an actual thing. So why don’t you start with juggling? I brought some oranges in my lunch for you to try. Just start with one.”

“Is it really juggling if there’s only one?”

“Work your way up.”

With only one, he had done quite well, he was very coordinated so they gave him a second orange to work with.

There was a bit of fumbling, he would manage to make one round but then accidentally drop one. 

“Come on, Hajime! You can do it!” They had encouraged from where they were standing. 

They thought they were a reasonable distance, just a couple feet but enough to still watch him clearly. 

“Whoa that was a gr-” 

Then they got an orange straight to the forehead, dramatically falling onto their butt afterwards. 

“Shit- S/O, I’m sorry.” The orange that he had actually caught had quickly been discarded to the side as he came to their aid. “Are you okay?” 

They were quick to laugh at him. “You’re so cute when you’re concerned about me.” They said, quickly kissing him before standing back up. 

“Now, get the oranges. Keep going, Hajime!”

Nagito Komaeda

Actually showing off his luck wasn’t something that he could just do on command, it was too random to just show off. 

He could rely on it to get out of certain situations, but on the same scale it usually came with terrible consequences. 

So he wouldn’t purposefully show off, especially not to his S/O. After all, if something bad were to happen, then what if it were to happen to them...?

Yet sometimes they would bare witness to the amazing things that he could do. 

These were one of those times. 

S/O had been decorating their room, throwing some paint around to make it look more homey and currently they were doing the higher part of the wall so they had been on a ladder. 

Nagito wanted to help them out, so of course he had come over and did whatever they asked of him. 

At the time he was stringing up some decorative lights on the other side of the room, and when he went to plug them in... No dice. 

“Hey, S/O, the lights aren’t working. Do you want me to go to the store and buy some more?” 

Normally he didn’t spend a lot of money despite the fortune he had ‘accumulated’, but he didn’t mind spending every dime on them (or any of the ultimate’s if they asked, he just didn’t like spending it on himself).

“Nah, it’s probably just a broken bulb, I’ve got a couple extra somewhere.” They said, beginning to climb down the ladder. 

Unfortunately, there had been a misstep and down they went, directly into their boyfriend’s arms as did their thick paintbrush... Directly onto the top of his head.

“Aw, you caught me.” They laughed. “Your luck really does come in handy.” 

At that he gave a small chuckle, leaning a bit to put them back onto their feet, and slipped the paintbrush...

Directly into their eye.

Immediately he was sent into hysterics, about the fact that it was his fault because of his luck and if trash like him didn’t hang around them then they wouldn’t have hurt their eye in the first place. 

“It’s alright! I squinted before it hit me, it’s no worry.” They said, furrowing their eyebrows. “Besides, my worries all on you now. I have to love you until I convince you you’re not trash.”

“... That’s-”

Kazuichi Souda

He had been so excited to show them this new car he had been working on. 

It was just simple repairs but it was commissioned by a pro racer, that alone was the coolest but the guy being pro meant that once it was over Kazuichi would have made a lot of money off of it.

(he promised them the best date of their life, despite their objections that he should save it.)

Regardless of it not being created by his, it belonged to a pro! He really wanted to show his S/O. 

So of course they had followed him all the way back to the school’s garage where said car had been. “You should see the engine on this, baby, it’s amazing.”

“I’m not sure if I could quite understand it as well as you.” They laughed, just happy to be there. They loved seeing Souda so excited about these things. 

“Just the aerodynamics of the car as a whole!” He gushed about it, he was able to talk for a good bit before explaining that he needed to go underneath it and make sure everything was in working order.

Still, he welcomed them to stay, he liked having company. The garage got lonely after a while. It didn’t hurt to have some help to get him the tools he needed so he wouldn’t have to keep going in and out from underneath the car. 

So they got him the tools and talked to each-other for a bit. 

“... And then Ibuki started a fire!” They finished up their story they had been telling their boyfriend, standing up and going over to where his legs and feet dangled out. 

“Hey, it’s getting late, you want me to walk and get some food from across the street?” They asked.

And Kazuichi, not realizing that their beloved had been standing right in the way, had rolled out from underneath the car. 

As a result he one of the wheels ran over their toes. 

The tiniest “Ouch...” Had been their only complaint, knowing well that it was their own fault for getting in the way, so they didn’t deserve to complain. 

“Whoa, hey!” He shouted frantically, popping up and about to pick them up in order to sit him down... Until he remembered he was covered in grease. “I’m so sorry S/O, just sit back down.” 

“Can you still stand on it?” 

“Do I need to get you some ice?” 

Various questions came out of the boy’s mouth, making it nearly impossible for them to respond, only their laugh making him quiet down. 

“It’s okay, Kazuichi! I was in the way, next time I’ll learn.” 

“... So do you still want the food?”

[mikami]

Death Note Audio Drama 11

Disc 11: Flame - a summary / partial translation

Prior translations / an explanation as to what the fuck this is.

This disc features: a lot more infuriating debate between Mikami and Virilio (the writing team really can’t be bothered to even pretend Mikami has a point for the sake of narrative), an absolutely unreasonable amount of sex, and also someone being called a high functioning sociopath.........

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Aizawa and Mogi are out for drinks, because Aizawa wants to discuss Near’s suspicion. Aizawa wants to place Light under surveillance before. Aizawa is very frustrated with five years of investigation having gone nowhere yet.

Aizawa points out that the task force hasn’t been targeted by Kira for five years. They suspect the task force has been protected because Kira is among them.

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TITLE MUSIC

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We’re back on the TV debate program. Paula Virilio is giving a lengthy speech about things we don’t expect of minors and the responsibility society has over minors. She asks if criminal law regarding minors is meant to punish or to course correct and raises the thought of juvenile criminals growing up to be upstanding adults. 

TAKADA: General prosecutor Teru Mikami. I am sure you have an opinion on this matter.

MIKAMI: I do, indeed, Kiyomi. And not a very popular one, I’m afraid. 

VIRILIO: It is way too popular. That’s part of the problem.

MIKAMI: Please, Paula. I didn’t interrupt your lengthy answer either.

TAKADA: You’ve spoken about your personal involvement in this matter before.

MIKAMI: Yes. There are cases where I would have liked the criminal justice system to have punished more harshly. My own mother was killed by a teenager who was wasted behind the steering wheel of his car. Of course. I wish we’d have put him into jail before it got that far. My mother would still be alive then.

VIRILIO: This is bottom of the barrel and you know it.

MIKAMI: You’re the one who’s always so concerned about cases from real daily life. This was one.

VIRILIO: With all due respect, this is not a case from real daily life. It’s a personal anecdote. 

MIKAMI: I was merely 14. It felt pretty real to me.

VIRILIO: And the law is in place to protect us from our feelings. I am convinced you were angry and bitter and that you wanted revenge. But in my opinion that’s no reason to put a child that stole from the neighbourhood convenience store behind bars.

TAKADA: Harsh words and raw emotions tonight on our show. We’ll be back in a few minutes with the discussion between jurists Paula Virilio and Teru Mikami. Right after the break.

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Aizawa calls Near. Near asks for his argument that points toward Light’s innocence and Aizawa retells the confinement. Near is really outraged by all of their arguments. (He also points out during the mock execution that maybe Kira just needed to use their hands and that’s why nobody killed Soichiro). Near ends up practically yelling at Aizawa.

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TAKADA: Welcome back, dear viewers. With me are still Paula Virilio and Teru Mikami. We’re arguing about today’s topics and especially about the question of whether or not lawyers are still needed in this era of vigilante justice. Teru Mikami. You’re position is more towards the right on this.

MIKAMI: I don’t believe it’s right wing to simply want justice. I think there is one thing we can all certainly agree on: a lot of adult criminals are actually juvenile criminals who haven’t been stopped. Society would do well to step in earlier.

VIRILIO: Of course it should step in! But not with punishment! There are many ways to step in. Something that deeply unsettles me about Kira’s most recent victims is that even children who were still in school are among them.

MIKAMI: It doesn’t unsettle me in the slightest. I wish Kira had already been active when I was being beaten up by the bullies in my class.

VIRILIO: Is Kira supposed to take you too, when your girlfriend whom you dumped is airing dirty laundry on social media? Because that seems to be exactly what happened last week in Saitama. 

TAKADA: You are referring to the sudden death of a school boy who was wrongfully accused of bullying. Teru, your answer?

MIKAMI: If that is truly what happened, that is of course regrettable. False accusations are a crime as well though. And maybe it’s one this girl should pay with her life for.

VIRILIO: Oh please.

MIKAMI: Kira is making a better society! Without frauds, liars and thugs, we’ll all be better off.

VIRILIO: So slander is worthy of capital punishment now, yes? Quarrel on the schoolyard can cost your life?

MIKAMI: That’s not what I said.

VIRILIO: Oh, of course not! Let’s note down what my opponent is propositioning here. He thinks the poison that Kira’s vigilante justice has spread in society over the last years is already impacting the behaviour of our children.

MIKAMI: You’re putting words into my mouth. I don’t think Kira’s justice is a poison. 

VIRILIO: No, you truly don’t. You think it’s the best thing to happen to us since vaccination. Because you are - and now don’t take this personally - still stuck in the thought pattern of a little schoolboy who is too angry to see the greater context.

TAKADA: Allow me to interject here. Paula is referring to what I’ll cautiously call your... wild youth. Is it alright for us to discuss this here?

MIKAMI: I have some battles behind me. I defended other children against bullies. My conscience is clear.

VIRILIO: Your criminal record begs to disagree, Teru. You’re lucky your juvenile misdeeds didn’t stop you from becoming a lawyer. You’re lucky we all believe that you’ve always been at the right side of the fight. But if you were growing up today, one word on social media would be enough for your highly revered Kira would make you feel this childish sense of justice on your own body. 

MIKAMI: Kira is certainly not a child.

VIRILIO: A teenager, yes. At least that’s what he was five years ago.

TAKADA: That’s news to me, Paula. Could you explain in more detail?

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Aizawa confesses his phonecall with Near to Light. He asks for Light’s permission to put him and Misa under surveillance. Light agrees, but tells them to not tell Misa.

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Misa welcomes Mogi and Aizawa in her... uh, Outfit. The apartment search plays out fairly similar to the manga. 

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Now we’re back on Kira’s Kingdom. Topic is the Kira temple that they built with donation money.

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Ryuk heavily criticizes Kira’s Kingdom for being a propaganda machine. Light agrees Demegawa outlived his usefulness. And then Demegawa dies on live TV, hurray.

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 Aizawa and Mogi communicate about Demegawa’s death and exchange the info that neither Light nor Misa have done anything suspicious at the time.

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Mikami and Ryuk talk about the Demegawa killing. Ryuk points out the difficulty of Kira no longer having a spokesperson. Mikami thinks of Takada.

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Swiftly done, Takada announces being Kira’s spokesperson on TV: The task force is outraged. But Aizawa recognizes Takada as Light’s college GF.

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Swimming pool noises.

RYUK: Your constant push for fitness really suits you, Light. The midlife crisis doesn’t stand a chance against you. 

LIGHT: Very funny.

RYUK: Alright. I know why you’re really here. No bugs.

They discuss Mikami picking Takada. Both Light and Ryuk thought he’d pick Virilio as a spokesperson (he only said ‘that woman I am always on TV with’). Light is displeased because Takada is his ex and has direct ties to him. (”She’s got my number, quite literally.”) 

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Light calls Takada. Woohoo. Light wants to meet her at a hotel, you know the drill.

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Meanwhile investigators are still chilling with Misa. She made popcorn.

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Mello calls Near again. He doesn’t think Misa is Kira II, since he’s been stalking her for a while already. Misa and the investigators are playing board games. 

Near is amused. “While you’re still following the old Kira, my guys are already on the heels of the new one.”

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Takada and Light had sex at the hotel. Congrats on the sex, guys??? Her phone rings after that. She claims its just her alarm and goes to shower, but of course it is not the alarm. Light picks up. It’s Mikami/Kira! 

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Near explains his theory of an X-Kira to his team. They suspect the person who picked Takada already knew she is a Kira-follower, despite her not showing this opinion in public. They search Takada’s social group.

Gevanni and Lidner suggests Mikami as X-Kira, since he’s public-ally Kira’s biggest fan.

Near and the SPK are traveling to Tokyo. Gevanni is assigned to tail Mikami.

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Light and Mikami communicate about plans. Then they hang up and Light confesses that he’s Kira to Takada, who’s back from the shower. Neither Mikami nor Takada actually ask for proof of his identity, but that’s fine I guess.

Takada and Light fuck again. Grats on the sex.

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L: Maybe Mello just got the wrong job.

RYUK: Stop sneaking up on me.

L: Look at him, down there. He’s been watching Light’s apartment for two whole days. You rarely see this level of commitment from normal policemen. 

RYUK: Hah. Are you gonna tell him? Or should I?

L: Tell him what?

RYUK: That he’s wasting his time. Misa isn’t worth it.

L: That’s not very nice.

RYUK: No, I mean she doesn’t remember a thing anymore. Not a single death note she touched, no murders, nothing about the years she did Light’s dirty work.

L: I am grateful that you’re freely admitting that I was right the whole time. And this also explains why she’s such a wreck. 

RYUK: What are you talking about? She loves it. She wanted this stuffy life with Light from the very beginning. 

L: The person you’re describing is a high-functioning sociopath. A mass murderer. A criminal.

RYUK: Yes, I always liked her.

L: You can’t just cut out a part of such a person without them collapsing inward. 

RYUK: Yes, maybe.

L: Misa has always been unstable. Kira was the center of her world, for a lot of reasons. You think this is some kind of mental witness protecting program? You’re wrong about that. It’s lobotomy. 

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Near tells Light that he’s in Japan. He tells Light that he is using himself as bait and tells Light to tell Takada that they’re following here. Since Kira would want to finish them once and for all.

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Takada calls Mikami and asks for the notebook pages.

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Light comes home to Misa. Misa’s been drinking heavily. It’s a regular thing, every night now. She half-remembers doing something together with Light, but not what. She’s desperate to recall what they once shared.

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Gevanni is watching Mikami’s daily life and updating Near. Near is secretly meeting Aizawa.... in a bar. Near is in a bar. Not a drill.

Near hears that Light is fucking Takada, and he’s outraged, because that prevented bugs on their first meeting. Near is just. so fucking pissed.

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Misa and Takada meet at the TV station, since Misa is going to be a guest on the show. She’s supposed to talk to the death of her parents and her stalking incident on TV. 

Takada lists things that are hard on Misa, and she mentions a break-up. Misa is understandably confused.

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Mikami killing the drunk harasser on the train, confirming his X-Kira identity to Gevanni. Mikami is somehow reading a greek newspaper???? And he’s wearing a hat. Apparently he’s famous enough that he needs this to not be approached in public.

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Mogi tries to pick up Misa from the TV studio, but she isn’t there. She’s been crying. The interview on the show upset her, since they treated her as a random civilian with a Kira-story rather than as a celebrity. 

Misa wants Mogi to drive her to the Hotel Imperial, since that is where Takada went. 

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Near and Gevanni discuss the possibility of Mikami having a shinigami who could warn him about surveillance.

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Misa approaches Lidner in front of the Hotel, asks her about her bodyguard work.

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We hear Light and Takada having sex. Again.

During the act, Takada confronts Light on Misa not knowing about the break-up. 

Matsuda is listening in and commenting on this love triangle for a bit.

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Misa waits until Takada comes out from the Hotel room. She tells her that Light is hers. Takada calls bullshit and points out that Misa doesn’t even remember anything about her and Light’s story. She also calls out that Light never wanted to date Misa and only attached herself to Light.

It’s just... a giant bash-fest. In this universe, Misa never had major work again after the movie during the Yotsuba-arc. She spent the past 5 years pretty much exclusively working as Kira, but of course, she can’t remember what she did.

Also we get the absolute worst dialogue ever:

TAKADA: Also... do the Bechdel test sometime.

MISA: How dare you! I don’t have an STI!

TAKADA: You only ever talk about him. He’s all you got.

After a few more insults, Misa has to be physically held back from attacking Takada. 

MISA: Light Yagami is mine!

TAKAKDA: Light Yagami? This whole time, I was talking about Kira.

MISA: ... what?

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Near and Aizawa figure out that Light and Takada are talking via notes in truth.

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Gevanni updates Near on Mikami’s gym schedule. Gevanni says he can open the locker and then does so. He takes the Death Note.

[pundeserving]

Teru week days 1 & 2

“Ugly…. ugly… gross…. smells like mothballs… ugly…” Ritsu boredly shuffles through one of the thrift shop racks, not giving much of an effort to find anything he likes. He still can’t believe Teru convinced him to come here, so he’s been acting like a bit of a brat for the past few hours.

“Aw come on, Ritsu. You have a jacket just like this one!” Shou points out, appearing from around the corner and shoving a dingy yellow hoodie in his face. Ritsu scoffs, shoving Shou’s arm away.

“Sure, except mine doesn’t have a big clown face on the front.”

“Wow, way to be picky! I’ve never found any clothes with my face on them. Honestly you should be grateful!”

Teru shares a bemused look with Mob as the two younger boys start tearing wildly through the cramped shop, Ritsu in angry pursuit at Shou’s heels, seeking revenge for the remark. Luckily they’re the only ones who seem to be out thrift shopping today, and really his friends probably only agreed to tag along to humor Teru on his birthday. It’s a perfect gift, though, being able to spend time with his closest companions while doing something he enjoys. Teru pointedly ignores the sounds of an entire rack of clothing falling over in the far corner of the store, turning his attention back to the rack of unique sweaters he’s been perusing with Mob. He’s sure if any damage is caused (that can’t be undone psychically) Shou will spot the bill.

“Isn’t this one nice, Kageyama-kun? It comes with lights!” Teru nudges Mob a bit to distract him from the sound of Ritsu’s muffled cursing from just out of view.

It takes a second, but finally Mob studies the mess of a sweater with a small head tilt, before asking, “Is it for… Christmas eve or…?”

“What? No it’s just for whenever. Though I suppose it would work well for a holiday date.”

Teru smiles softly, returning the sweater back to its rightful place. He’s been hoping to find something special to wear since it is his birthday after all, and maybe he’ll even find something Kageyama-kun is impressed with.

Mob remains steadfastly neutral to seemingly every option, though. The only solace Teru gets from this is the fact that Mob is still standing closer than usual, and even seems to be responding with more than his typical noncommittal humming.

“Oh! Hanazawa-kun this one is cute…” After a moment of silent browsing Mob presents a jacket with a dog face on the front, similar to one of his own, though in different colors, and likely a different breed of dog. Teru takes a fraction of a moment to fantasize about coordinating outfits with his best friend before coming back down to earth.

“I love it, Kageyama-kun! Maybe we could-“ His thoughts are cut short by the sudden chiming of his phone. “Shoot, I could have sworn I had that on silent… sorry Kageyama-kun, just a moment,” he mutters, fishing his phone from his pocket with a flourish. He doesn’t bother checking who’s calling before answering- after all it’s probably just one of his friends (acquaintances, really) calling to say happy birthday.

“Hello?”

“Teruki! Hello.”

Teru’s blood runs cold the moment he hears the voice. It’s one that often haunts his dreams, one that he can only seem to catch by flat voicemail greeting. He feels like he’s been punched in the gut, breathing out a labored, “...Mom?”

As if sensing the shift in atmosphere, the thrift store suddenly seems to grow silent, the aisles closing in around him.

“Yes, it’s me! I was just calling to let you know that your father’s contract was renewed. Isn’t it great news? Oh, we’ll probably be moving to a new city of course, since the business is expanding. Just wanted to give you a heads-up. We’ll send you the new information once we get settled in.”

“Uh- oh okay.” All thoughts seem to be absent and he can’t even begin to form the words he’s been practicing for months for next time he was able to finally get ahold of her. His mind is scrambling, begging him to choke out something, anything, really.

“Mom-“

“Oh shoot, sorry, Teruki. We’re about to head into a meeting. Just be on the lookout for that information. We’ll probably send it with your next rent check. Okay, toodles!” The line cuts off into a dial tone before he can even say goodbye, and Teru can feel his stomach wedged tightly in his throat. God, she hasn’t called in… months, at least. And it had to be on his birthday of all days. He tries not to let it bother him that she didn’t even mention it because, let’s face it, she probably forgot again.

He doesn’t realize that he’s been frozen for a few moments, listening to the sound of the dead line. He knows if he tries to call back she won’t pick up. Nine and a half out of ten times she won’t. Regardless of the day or the time. He could disappear and she’d never even notice probably.

“...ru? Teru??” A soft voice tethers him back into the moment, along with a hand placed gently on his arm.

“Are you okay?”

Mob is looking at him, eyebrows drawn together in subtle concern. It takes a lot out of Teru to calm down enough to not totally break down into tears, but damn it this is his day and he’s not going to let anything ruin it.

“Yeah. No, yeah I’m fine. It wasn’t anything important.” He may appear calm, but there’s still a small waiver in his voice. Mob’s eyes soften even more as he gently slides his hand down Teru’s arm, stopping to grab onto his fingers.

“If you wanted to get that sweater then I’ll buy it for you. As a gift. But we should probably hurry because Shishou was going to meet us for dinner, remember?”

Teru nods, letting Mob pull him by the hand up to the register. That’s right, he has plans. Plans with people who care about him and remember special days. People who answer every time he calls, no matter how silly the reason or late at night it may be. He has a new family and his mom has no idea. And as far as he’s concerned she’ll never be a part of it.

It’s a beautiful day, he realizes as they step back outside. His hand is still firmly in Mob’s comforting grasp and at some point while he wasn’t paying attention Ritsu managed to sneakily hook his arm with Teru’s free one. Shou’s rambling on about all of the food he’s going to eat and how he’s totally going to beat Teru this time because he was so close when they last went out to dinner together.

Teru finally allows himself to smile again, taking in a deep breath before reaching into his pocket and turning his phone off for the rest of the evening.

[i decided i wanted to participate in these prompts bc terus my favorite boy, so i wrote a little something for the first and second days using the prompts: thrift shopping and phone call (sorry for weird formatting but... tumblr. i may upload these to ao3 though so hopefully it will read better there. also this one was a bit rushed bc of work and blah blah blah)]

[gosh-dangan-imagines]

Hoshi, mondo, fuyuhiko and teruteru’s s/o gets accused and mocked in the class trial (s/o is not the blackend)

Mod Ishimaru again, hope you don’t mind! I’ll be doing them in order of the games they came in. There’ll be a bit of angst and this will be quite long!

Mondo

“Wouldn’t that lead the blame to S/O?” Toko looks to you. That smug half smile on her face as her eyes say ‘gotcha’.

It definitely wasn’t you, absolutely not! You were still reeling from poor Chihiro’s fate, who could do such a thing?

You look at everyone pleadingly

“No, please it wasn’t me! I could never!”

“We all know you and Mondo are dating, you could have easily killed Chihiro out of jealousy.” replied Celeste, crossing her arms and tilting her head in a condescending manner.

“What? Definitely not, she was my friend! She was so sweet I would never want to hurt her.”

“It’s not-not like you’re the mo-most attractive! Someone would co-come along and take your place.” Toko remarks.

“I know that, dammit. I know, but I wouldn’t hurt anyone!”

“Surely we should believe them! They looks very sincere!” yells Ishimaru, bringing a clenched fist to his mouth.

“Yes bro! I know they didn’t do it, they couldn’t have!” Mondo exclaims.

“You two should be quiet. Mondo you have feelings for them and Ishimaru is your friend we can trust your objections.” Byakuya booms, staring Mondo down with an accusing glare.

“What ma-master says is right! You two don’t have a right to try to convince us that this prostitute didn‘t kill Chihiro. Especially when they obviously did!” Practically giggling, Toko takes Byakuya’s side.

Mondo looks at your horrified expression, the tears gathering in your eyes and decides enough is enough at this rate everyone will be killed, he couldn’t bear the thought of you dying because he did something he didn’t mean to do.

“No! I have every right, I know for a fact it wasn’t fucking them! I know because I did it! Me, I fucking did it!” 

The room is silent, shocked expressions all around, even Kyoko looks a little surprised at this development.

“Wha-what? Mondo?” You croak tears starting to slip down your face.

“I’m sorry.” He looks down, face hidden. 

“Why? Why did you hurt Chihiro?” There isn’t any hidden meaning in the way you question him, you are utterly baffled by this.

“I-I don’t know. Things were said and I found something out about Chihiro... I thought Chihiro was mocking e so I got angry and I blacked out... The next thing I knew I was standing above the dude with a dumbbell in my hand.”

“You killed Chihiro, and strung her up? How could you do that?” You sob.

“I swear! I never hung Chihiro up like that! I left Chihiro in the girls changing room and left! I fucking promise!”

“... I believe you.” You look him in the eye and he feels slightly more at ease, but he’s devastated that he did this to everyone especially you.

“This is getting boring! Iiiiiiiit’s voting time~!” Monokuma intervenes. 

No matter whether Mondo came clean or not, you couldn’t bring yourself to vote for him so you vote for yourself, tears falling onto your hands.

you get an explanation everything is revealed and you feel even worse than before, free to move about the room you embrace Mondo sobbing about how you don’t want him to go. How this wasn’t fair. 

Mondo is surprised that you still feel that way for him after all of this and almost cries as you refuse to let go until he is forcefully ripped from your grasp. Even then you try to run after him but are grabbed by your classmates. 

It really wasn’t fair.

Teruteru:

How did this happen?

Your classmates, your friends, the people you want to flourish are blaming you for killing Byakuya?

They are about four more sentences from voting and you still haven’t managed to convince them otherwise.

“We’re all going to die if you choose me, please! Reconsider!”

“Of course you would say that you want us to die so you can escape, we’re not stupid!” Kazuichi exclaims, pointing at you.

3 more sentences

“You weren’t in the room when Byakuya was killed and you didn’t say anything during the blackout why should we ever believe you weren’t the one who went under the floorboards?” Nagito inquires, giving you a condescending glare that you wouldn’t have expected from him before the trial.

Teruteru looks incredibly unnerved and worried

Why isn’t he saying anything to defend you? He knows you went for a nap before the dreadful end of the party

2 more sentences

 He’s clenching and relaxing his fists, eyes flitting over the rest of your friends in a panicked glance. You also look to everyone, anyone, looking for a sign of doubt that they may defend you, but no-one meets your gaze

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“It wasn’t me! I swear, I went for a nap under the desk in the reception area I’m telling you, Teruteru can back me up he walked me there!”

1 more sentence

“But he wouldn’t have seen you leave if you went to the storage room when he was back in the kitchen.”

“No!”

“They didn’t do it!” Teruteru roars in an unfamiliar accent

“I love you mama, but I can’t let them die, I thought I would be ready when the time came but I can’t let them die.” He murmurs under his breath

“They definitely didn’t do it!”

“Upupupu, what’s this interesting development?” Monokuma coos

“Teruteru, what are you doing?” Nagito asks looking at him suspiciously 

Teruteru takes a deep breath and looks at you

“I did it, it was me, not S/O. I killed Byakuya, I thought he was Nagito who was trying to kill someone so I did it.” You cry, you haven’t cried in a long time but his startling confession drew it out of you

The trail continues, but he speaks no more words, he just looks down only occasionally glancing up at you

He’s crying too, fat droplets dripping down his face in a torrent, but he makes no sound

Everyone starts to figure it out and all too soon it’s voting time

You’re numb, you can’t press any buttons, Monokuma starts to become irritated and warns you of the consequences

“It’s OK cher, you can vote for me.” Teruteru whispers

But you don’t, instead you vote for Nagito, Teru teru said it himself he was going to kill him because he was going to murder someone else, from the positioning it may have been Hajime

It stems back to being Nagito’s fault and you grow a contempt for the boy as you mash your finger onto his option

Obviously, you’re outvoted by everyone else but knowing you had voted for Nagito made you feel only slightly better

Teruteru is devastated of course, he is about to die, and he has hurt his S/O terribly, he feels so awful he almost wishes he had let you all die

But he would never wish that upon you he wouldn’t be able to live with himself, if he had known that sooner he probably wouldn’t have gone through with it

Before he dies you cry that you still love him and how much you’re going to miss him, how much you don’t want him to go

you plead with Monokuma to stop, trying everything your despair riddled mind can come up with

You’re on your knees by the end of his execution refusing to look but the sounds alone make you cry and scream, he must have been in so much pain

They have to drag you out of the court room kicking and screaming, hating everything and seething to the brim with the world everyone is living in you don’t remember much of the days that follow other than your pain, sorrow and grief.

Fuyuhiko:

“Then what about the sword!? It would’ve been left in the shower room and she wouldn’t have been able to recover it, dumbass!”

“F-Fuyuhiko... why do you even care?”

“Sh-shut up! Just shut the fuck up and answer me! If you have an answer then fuckin’ give it to me! If she used the bamboo sword as a stepstool, it would’ve been left behind!” Hajime looks surprised and even a little hurt.

“Maybe he’s right actually! How would she have gotten the sword?” Akane chips in. You stand there confused yourself, surely Peko wouldn’t.

“I agree, it has to have been someone else!” Peko looks shocked that you would defend her, she wasn’t as close as you were with Fuyuhiko so she didn’t think you would care enough to defend her.

“But who?” Nekomaru booms, slightly unamused. Peko sees her opportunity, if she can get the blame to fall on you then, you will be executed and she can protect Fuyuhiko.

“That is because it was S/O.” Both yourself and Fuyuhiko gasp, both for different reasons.

“Wha-what? No Peko you’re wr-”

“Peko what’re you doing?!” Fuyuhiko yells.

“I’m not the killer because she is. It is as simple as that.”

“No Peko! It can’t have been me! You know that!”

“Peko, don’t do this!” Everyone is stumped about this little argument between the three of you. They didn’t understand what was happening.

“I have to, after all she killed Mahiru.”

“No, she didn’t, I won’t stand for this!”

“I have to, you must survive.”

“But Peko, I would never kill anyone, I wouldn’t be able to let everyone here die!”

“Peko, I’m warning you, stop it!”

“Stop blaming the killer? I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“What’s happening?!” Akane roars.

“You all need to shut up! We need to find poor Mahiru’s killer, you dummies!” Hiyoko squeals.

“Peko please!”

“I can’t take this! Peko come clean! I’m sorry, I can’t let you do this!”

“Young master!” Peko looks surprised.

“Do it! I told you I wouldn’t stand for this, I’m sorry Peko, I really am but I can’t allow this any longer, not when S/O is in danger.”

Peko looks disdained but does as he says and you can’t believe your ears. The trial ends in a whir and you can barely catch your breath.

“How could this happen?” You stare at Monokuma as he slams his gavel down. There’s nothing else you can do but cry, joining Fuyuhiko in tears.You’re so numb as you watch her be taken to her death, you are completely unprepared for Fuyuhiko to leap into the fray you scream his name as he is slashed by Peko’s bamboo sword.

You are held back by the others as you have to watch it all happen, even as the ambulance drives in. You don’t even remember anything from the time between losing Fuyuhiko and finding him again in the hospital after Peko’s execution. 

Hoshi

“I doubt Shuichi is the culprit, he had no reason to do it. Well, no more reason than the rest of us to and he was with Kaede the entire time!” You reason.

“...”

“Shuichi would never do that. Right, Shuichi.” Gonta confirms.

“...”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going to plead the fifth now.” Mutters Hoshi.

“...”

“Hoshi please, this isn’t getting us anywhere!”

“It’s not like him saying nothing is helping either, S/O.”

“Even so!”

“Why are you fighting so hard to say he isn’t the culprit, there’s no proof, unless... You are the culprit, huuuuh S/O?” Kokichi sing-songs mockingly. A bit surprised at this suddenly being aimed at you, there is a stumble and suddenly everyone is upon you.

“Actually, that makes sense, you seem the most adamant that Shuichi isn’t the killer, what makes you so sure?” Kiibo inquires, honestly baffled.

“Well-well, I just don’t see him being a killer, but that doesn’t mean that I killed poor Rantaro!”

“I dunno~ You seem pretty suspicious right now S/O~” Kokichi chimes in.

“So not cool man.” Hoshi perks up staring down the grinning prankster across from him.

“Aww~ But I’m just playing with S/O.”

“Well don’t.” Hoshi’s tone demands no more discussion on the topic and you send him a relieved look. He nods back to you and the discussion continues on to a drawn-out heartbreaking end.

[heavenbursts-blog]

of simplicity and fortitude. rating. teen and up. ch. 1/23 word count. 5,134 summary. a johzenji-centered / terushima-focused story following terushima’s metamorphosis. as he changes his image to rebel against his parents expectations and regulations, terushima stumbles upon the johzenji volleyball club. what was supposed to be a one time thing suddenly becomes a life consuming thing. he grows, learns, falls, and flies with the rebirth of the johzenji volleyball club.

can also be read here.

Terushima wasn’t a morning person. Not much of a shocker considering he had no concept, or respect , for time. Waking up in the morning was a process. He’d wake up to his alarm only to turn it off and sleep in another fifteen minutes. He would miss school entirely if Bobata didn’t come into his room every morning to drag his ass out of bed. Because best friends did that for one another.

“I’m going to start charging you for this,” Terushima yawned and Bobata rolled his eyes. “How late did you stay up playing video games, huh?”

Terushima began to pick up clothes from the floor, trying to find a shirt that didn’t smell too bad. He grabbed a white one and sniffed, “Ugh yeah no.” he balled it up and threw it into his hamper. “Uh like, a couple of hours? I dunno what time does the sun start to rise—?”

“You’re a mess dude!” Bobata flopped onto Terushima’s bed, pulling out his phone to play some games while Terushima got ready. This was  their daily routine. It started with Terushima being dangerously close to oversleeping until Bobata swooped in to get his ass in gear. Terushima always took extra time getting ready because, if they were to be real, neither one really had the desire to go to school. But they went anyways because Futamata would beat their asses collectively if they didn’t. Again, just best friend things.

“I mean you’re not wrong,” Terushima pulled on a shirt that didn’t smell like ass and pulls on his blazer. He refused to put on the mandatory tie on principle. Ties were a representation of capitalism and oppression! Two things Terushima would never support. “I’m a hot mess, though.” he added in with a wink

Bobata snorted, “Unbelievable. That’s what you are.” Terushima walked over and stood in front of Bobata, backpack hanging off one shoulder. Bobata reached a hand out and urged Terushima to bend down. “Lemme take a look at your hair real quick.”

Terushima’s was going through a metamorphosis. Changing his appearance and dynamics and well, his entire being. A revolution was in process. As Terushima bent he suddenly felt awkward. And he hated it. His transformation was complete now with his hair cut. His natural hair was dark brown. However yesterday, on impulse, Terushima had went to get it cut, styled, and dyed . Now he was rocking a blond undercut that became the cherry on top for his new look. Coupled with his earrings that he got pierced over a week ago and his tongue ring that he got done the same day, Terushima looked like a fully bonafide delinquent.

Which was fine . Delinquent was what he was going for.

Bobata’s hands fell to his hair and carded through Teru’s hair. Teru shut his eyes, stomping down his awkwardness to enjoy the careess. “Mmm, stop that. I might jump you.” Terushima purred.

“Shut up, idiot.” Bobata was having none of Terushima’s shit. Teru laughed, “It feels soft,” Bobata continued his petting slowed. “How’d your parents react?” his voice got quiet. Terushima tensed.

But the tension didn’t last. He was smiling shortly after, standing up straight so they could get a move on. And push through the discomfort of talking about his parents in any way shape or form. “They haven’t seen it yet.” Both his parents were off on a business trip. Nothing too uncommon in the Terushima household. He wasn’t looking forward to their return. But he was looking forward to their reactions once they saw his hair. They would be utterly disappointed and filled with resentment. Terushima could practically see it on their faces now. “Come on, man. Let’s go. I feel like Takeharu’s gonna call us any minute now—”

His phone started going off just as he mentioned their other friend’s name. Bobata threw his head back and cackled while Terushima got his phone. The two were heading out the door as Futamata’s screeching rattled Terushima’s ears. “ How long do you plan on making me wait!? ” Futamata yelled.

Futamata was the final piece to their trio. He lived closer to their school so he would wait up for the two at school. Bobata had been Teru’s friend for years but Futamata had joined their duo in middle school. They all ended up attending the same high school, Johzenji because the three musketeers could never be separated. Such a fate was unacceptable. The three got into so many hijinks the teachers stopped attempting to discipline them. They acted like a domino effect: if one person was going to do somethingfuckinig stupid , you better believe the other two weren’t far behind.

Bobata’s laughter carried as they walked down the street for the train. “Uh, we just put on our clothes.” Terushima covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, moving it away from the phone to shot a look at Bobata. Bobata was snickering along with him, shaking his head.

“Oi! Yuuji! Let’s just stay home today! I’m already tired!” Bobata played along, hitching his voice higher than usual.

“Hmmm, Kazu~” Teru pretended to contemplate the idea. “That sounds like a good plaj. I was gonna rage play after school but why wait till then? I could just rage play now and skip school all together! You in?”

“Oh I’m so in.”

“ You’re both dumb as shit. You’re already at the train station, aren’t you ?” Futamata wasn’t buying their shit and rightfully so. He had to deal with the dynamic duo’s antics all last year. He was immune to their nonsense.

Terushima and Bobata broke out into laughter while they entered the train station. Businessmen, students, and citizens walked haphazardly throughout the station. “Yeah, how’d you know?” Terushima asked through laughter.

“ Because you’re idiots who aren’t that hard to figure out. Can you just hurry up? I’m hiding out in the convenience store a few blocks away from school and I refuse to walk in late without my squad! ”

“Yeah yeah yeah, we’re coming soon. Bobata! Say goodbye to our child!” Terushima held up the phone and Bobata took it, making kissy noises into the receiver.

“Daddy loves you so much we’ll see you soon son!”

“Oh sweetheart,” Terushima cooed, pinching Bobata’s face as they boarded the train. “You’re gonna embarrass him in front of all his friends.”

“ I HATE YOU BOTH GOODBYE! ”

Terushima was met with the angry beeping of an ended phone call. Him and Bobata exchanged glances before breaking out into laughter. They were dumb. But they were dumb funny together and that was the best kind of funny to be.

/

He expected staring. Terushima walked down the halls with his hands in his pockets and his head held tall. As he did, he attempted to pay no mind to the whispers and the pointing from his classmates. Blond hair and piercings were a sure sign of defiance. He knew very well how much he was deviating from the norm with his decision. In the moment, he didn’t give a fuck. Terushima was impulsivity incarnate. He went with his gut first and listened to his head later. He rarely, if at all, experienced regret. Or rather, he didn’t linger long enough on the negative attention to let regret seep into his bones and weigh them down.

Girls stared or moved out of his way as he walked down the hall. Guys tensed, not knowing if they should pick a fight or prepare for a fight. Terushima already had a reputation for being wild. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. But changing his appearance was apparently the last straw for some people. Too bold.  

He walked into his class five minutes late, sliding the door open as his teacher was going through attendance. He ignored the weird ache in his stomach and slapped on his usual, shit-eating smile.

“Mornin’, sensei~! You’re wearing the green suit again? I keep tellin’ ya it doesn’t go with your eyes!” the whispers came again. Some were heated. They asked what he was doing and what the fuck went wrong. Others were envious, commenting how bold of a choice it was to dye his hair blond. He was used to it. He expected this.

The very same thing happened when he pierced his ears. And when people found out his tongue was pierced too? God, he remembered sitting in the teacher’s office for hoursgetting lectured about how appearance was everything and he practically felt his soul astral project out of his body to Pluto.

Keiichi, his teacher, looked annoyed. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his hands on his hips as Terushima lazily strolled into class towards his seat. “Late again I see, Yuuji-san. Rather than sharing unnecessary comments about my fashion, which is great mind you.”

“Lol yeah okay,” Terushima said just loud enough for the few people around him to hear. The class laughed and he felt energized. He loved this. Loved causing a scene and seeing the reactions he earned afterwards. He was such an attention whore and he wasn’t even ashamed to admit it.

“But you’re late!” Keiichi-sensei pressed, scowl deepening. “Consistently, for the fifth time this week. Which is unacceptable. Therefore, meet me in my office after school.”

Terushima acted as if he hadn’t just heard his teacher’s rant. Perking up delayed a few seconds after. Eyes widened and mouth opened in feigned shock, “Oh what? Sorry I zoned out.”  Terushima bit back on his grin as laughter broke out and his teacher’s glare turned deadly . Boy … if looks could kill. But Terushima felt so satisfied .

Sure, maybe Terushima should down the sass a bit.  Give his teacher a chance to, well teach . But Terushima was feeling so antsy. He blamed the staring and whispers from earlier. The negative attention, though he loved attention and swallowed it up greedily with every chance he got, grated on his nerves more so than he thought they would. He bounced his leg up and down as his teacher continued with class, taking the high road by ignoring him. Terushima snorted.

His teacher was going to get his excess snark to balance the universe out. Such was how the world was going to play out. Class went on without much issues. As time passed people cared less about giving glances and more about their schoolwork. Great, for Terushima! Who could turn his attention to the window because he couldn’t pay a lick of attention for longer than five minutes. Especially on boring content. Terushima would rather wax his legs then sit through fifty minutes reading some dead guy’s poetry who was severely caught in his feelings. He’d just get notes from someone later. Maybe from Mimi-chan. She was cute, and they normally flirted a lot during lunch. So he could hit two birds with one stone easy peesy.

/

Thank God lunch had finally rolled around. Terushima looked down at his notebook. Rather than having taken notes on the math problems they learned, his book was filledwith designs for characters, monsters, anything his mind could think of. He held up his book with a childish-like pride. “Man, Terushima your a Picasso in the making!”

“What’s that, Teru-kun?” Ah, it was Mimi-kun! Terushima lowered his book and in front of him was Yoshida Mimi. They’ve shared classes before their first year of high school. They clicked immediately, Terushima liking her carefree attitude and Mimi liking his no-strings-attached mentality. They hooked up quite a bit last year, and some more continuing into the new school year as well. She was beautiful, in Terushima’s eyes.

Her black curls bounced, framing her round face. Whatever mascara she wore was magical because it made her eyelashes look ten times longer and curlier than what they should have been. And, Terushima’s eyes immediately went to her cleavage and a goofy grin curled on his lips. She had great breasts too.

“Oi! Teru-kun, my eyes are up here.” but there was no venom in her voice. Another thing he digged about this girl was her super chill personality. Any other girl would have slapped him sideways but not Mimi! A true ride or die she was, in Terushima’s eyes. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Haha, sorry Mimi-chan. Got distracted,” he stuck out his tongue, leering. but it dissolved into laughter shortly after as Mimi huffed and pulled up a chair to sit by his desk. He laid down his notebook, hands splayed at the ends as he proudly displayed his newest work. “It’s another masterpiece! I title it, Aliens vs Dinosaurs !” he pointed at a T-rex covered in armor holding a sword, facing off against a three-headed alien with a flaming gun. Terushima pointed, “See see! The Aliens have come trying to colonize the Dinosaurs but the Dinosaurs are like fuck that and you man so they’re defending their land!”

Excitement danced through his voice as he rattled off to Mimi more of his story. Mimi laughed, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand. “You’re really talented, ya know? Oh, oh! Draw me next!”

“Hmmmm, maybe~” he didn’t comment on the talented part. He leaned closer, lowering his voice in her ear. “Like a … nude portrait?”

“Ewwww, gross! What foul things are you whispering about during lunch time?” A book dropped onto Terushima’s head. Mimi laughed and Teru stuck his tongue out, caught in the act but not even a least bit ashamed. Bobata, who had dropped the book, stared back with little to no amusement. Though Terushima wouldn’t be fooled. He knew that bastard was smirking underneath his fake deadpan.

Futamata was standing behind him, lips pulled up in a grimace. “Why are you like this?” and then he saw Terushima’s notebook and laughed, “Nice notes you got there, dude. What subject ya’ll working on?”

“This is my masterpiece!” Terushima would put more energy defending his artwork than his own reputation ten times over. “Besides, Mimi-chan was gonna gimmie her notes to copy, right?” he batted his eyelashes and Mimi hummed.

“Maybe~ Depends what I get in return,” her foot rubbed against her leg and the two shared a secretive smile. Futamata gagged and Bobata scoffed, reaching out to grab Terushima by the back of his collar. He gave him a good tug, dragging him up by his feet. “Enough out of you two. Save the nasty for elsewhere! If you keep flirting like this they’re gonna run out of weiner pan,” Bobata said.

He didn’t really have to say anything more after that. Terushima was already halfway out the door, running in place as he waited for his friends to catch up. “Oi! Ya’ll gonna stand there or are we gonna make moves ?”

“I hate him,” Futamata sighed. Mimi laughed, moving back to her group of friends now that Terushima was gone like the wind. They heard distant sounds of gasps, screams, and laughter. The general reaction to a wild Terushima on the loose.

“Yeah, same.” Bobata huffed but they were both grinning as they ran after him.

They found Terushima flirting it up with the lunch lady. Who was significantly older than the three of them combined but age never stopped Terushima . He was chatting her up, asking about her day, trying to finesse extra weiner pans. Everyday he tired to get three instead of one and everyday he failed. But today could be different!

“Come on! Pleaaaaaaaaase!” he whined, laying his body dramatically against the counter. “I’m a growing boy! I’ll starve!”

“I doubt that,” the lunch lady laughed. Bobata and Futamata came just in time to see Terushima throw a fit over being rejected. Again. “Now none of this whining! I tell you the same thing I tell everyone else: you can have extras if there are leftovers .”

“Leftovers? In this economy?” Terushima threw his hands in the air, ready to cause a scene. Bobata and Futamata slipped in underneath his raised arms, snatching their own meals and resting them on their trays. They also got a meal for Terushima. Who, no doubt, forgot to get his main one while he was trying to schmooze the lunch lady over a piece of bread.

“Hey, hey, there’s a line ya goon.” Bobata nudged Terushima with his shoulder.

“But!”

“Let’s goooooo!” Futamata led the fray and the three fell in line as they exited the lunchroom. Their go to spot for lunch was the rooftop. Off limits to students but Futamata had excellent lock picking skills and could get into the rooftop with ease.

The three took their seats on the roof, springtime sunlight shining cooly upon them. The weather was nice. There was a light breeze that made it cool, but not so cold that it was unpleasant. Clouds lazily strolled above their heads , thin and airy.

Terushima took a large bite into his bread as Bobata said, “So your costume change is a big discussion in my class. Well, amongst the girls anyways.”

The blond raised an eyebrow, swallowing, “Why can’t people mind their own business?”

“It’s funny how you act like you’re bothered,” Futamata smirked.

“I am!” a bit, kind of, more so than he’d let on. But also not, at the same time. Because the change was what he wanted. He actively seeked to make a ripple, a disturbance. Just, not from his peers. “Don’t they have something more important to talk about? Like the latest episode of Super Sentai!” another angry bite of his bread, “Now that’s discourse material.”

“Nerd,” Bobata snorted.

“Geek,” Futamata followed suit.

“Shut up!”

“Anyways!” Bobata laid on his back, looking up at the sky. “What do you guys wanna do after school?”

“Hmmm, arcade? We still gotta break the tie between you and Teru on Street Fighter.” Futamata offered.

“Ooo, that’s an idea,” Bobata hummed.

“I gotta meet with my teacher after school.” Terushima jammed his straw into his juice box and slurped, “Apparently my comment on their whack fashion sense was uncalled for   and necessary for reprimand. ” Terushima used air quotes around uncalled for and necessary for reprimand. “But jokes on them! Cause I’m not going.”

“A true rebel with a cause,” Bobata snickered.

“Oi! Can you not come for my neck for like two minutes you little—!” and thus a fight broke out between the two. Like clockwork, their lunches surrounded a two-v-one drag session with the one lone ranger inciting a full out brawl. Terushima had Bobata gripped by the collar, Futamata snapchatting it all, when his phone buzzed.

“Pause!” Terushima, still gripping onto Bobata’s shoulder, pulled out his phone. ONE NEW MESSAGE flashed on the screen. When he opened it and read the message his eyes lit up. “Oh fuck yes!” he typed out his response, his eyes a lit with excitement.

Bobata rested his chin on Teru’s shoulder, peering at his phone. “Oh, it’s from your uncle?”

Terushima’s uncle was perhaps, one of Terushima’s favorite human beings to ever walk the earth. They met once a month, sometimes even more, on the weekends to hang out. He was Terushima’s saving grace on multiple occasions. “Yeah! He just confirmed our plans for this weekend. Ah, I’m so hyped!”

“You’re gonna come back with more fox things, aren’t you?” Bobata teased, flicking the little fox charm that dangled from Terushima’s phone.

Teru sniffed, “They’re cute!”

“For now, until you find something new to obsess over.” Futamata said. “Speaking of obsession, what’s up with you and Yoshida?”

“Noooothin,” Terushima drawled. His phone buzzed again, a new message from his uncle. Then one more time, but it was a message from a girl in the neighboring class. He grinned, saving that text for later. Flirting was, of course, all about the reactions and Terushima learned rather quickly in his debauchery that keeping a good distance always made the heart grow fonder. “We’re still foolin’ around, if that’s what you mean.”

“She has such a thing for you dude,” Bobata shook his head. “It’s a damn shame she’s being wasted on you! Mr. Can’t Handle a Stable Relationship.”

“Mr. Doesn’t Date Anyone for More than Three Days,” Futamata added.

“Mr. Doesn’t Believe in Love,” Bobata grinned.

“Mr. Says he Doesn’t Believe in Love but is Actually the Biggest Hopeless Romantic of all—”

“OKAY SHUT UP I GET IT!” Terushima’s neck grew hot and he threw punches at both Futamata’s and Bobata’s shoulders. “You guys are the worst.”

“True,” they said at the same time.

“Just because ya’ll are jealous.”

Bobata snorted. Futamata gave him the dead eyes and Terushima flipped them off. And like that, they fell into casual routine. Finishing their lunches up as the bell rang. But the sound didn’t rush them one bit. They always took their time getting back to classes. Usually because they were fucking around for so long they lost time. Five minutes after the bell rang they finally made their move. The game plan was to meet by the shoe lockers after school and head to the arcade. Invite some girls along and then maybe finish the night with some karaoke. The later they stayed out, the better.

/

Classes were over and Terushima’s brain sighed in sweet relief. He had no idea what his history teacher spoke about for the last fifty minutes but he could only assume it was something boring and not worth his time. He yawned, leaning back on his chair as the sound of desks being pushed back and chairs being moved echoed in the background. Terushima should stay for cleaning, but then he remembered about his meeting after school. Fuck.

“Oi! Class Rep Izumi!” a brown haired teen with thick, black glasses turned around. “Can you do me a favor?”

Izumi sighed, “I already feel myself aging five years…”

“Aw, love nugget. That’s so sweet. I didn’t know I had such an effect on you~”

“What is it that you want, Terushima-san?” Izumi folded his arms and Terushima grinned, all lazy and catlike.

“Will you—?”

“No I’m not taking your cleaning duties.” Izumi shook his head and went back to moving his desk. Terushima whined, getting up from his feet and walking over to Izumi. Izumi yelped as Terushima’s arms wrapped around his middle, his nose pressing into his shoulder.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!”

“Terushima’s begging?” Nico, their other classmate, laughed. “God Terushima where’s your dignity?”

“Um, at home?” he grinned against Izumi’s shoulder, noticing the red that flushed on his neck. Ooo , he blew air against his neck, watching the hair stand up. Izumi’s reaction was priceless! He dropped his desk and turned around, fixing Terushima with a glare. He was shaking, entire face red, and Terushima was cackling , holding his hands by his sides.

“Class Rep, red is such a—such a good color on you—” he wiped at the tears forming in his eyes and went to grab his bag. “So I can leave my clean up duties to you, yeah?”

“What—?”

“—Thanks a million dude!” Terushima patted Izumi’s cheek and bolted out the door before he Izumi had a chance to complain. He snickered, another excellent escape by none other than Terushima! As he darted down the hall people turned to wave at him. Apparently, a day was enough time for people to get used to his change. Good. He waved back at them, his phone buzzing. No doubt getting messages from his group chat with Bobata and Futamata.

“Terushima!” his teacher slid back the door Terushima just ran by, hands on his hips. “Where do you think you are going? We have a meeting right now, remember?”

“Right now?” Terushima jogged in place  at the end of the hallway, “Mmm, maybe tomorrow? Tomorrow works better for me, ya know? Cause time’s a social construct after all and I’ve got plans so, bye!” and he’s off, darting down the hall. He heard footsteps and when he looked over his shoulder he saw his teacher hot on his heels.

Damn, for someone in their mid thirties they can really haul ass.

Terushima ran at full speed down the hallway, cackling all the while. He turned around a corner, jumping onto the railing of the stairs so he could slide down. “And he sticks the landing!” he posed in front of a group of girls who were standing at the bottom of the staircase. Most of them clapped. One just raised her eyebrow at Terushima, unimpressed.

“Were you not amazed the first time? Should I do it again?” he teased, ready to do it again when he heard the teacher’s voice. “Okay another time! Bye girls!” he stumbled a bit before booking it down the hall and outside.

Johzenji’s campus was pretty big. They had two main buildings that connected with an archway. Johzenji looked the best in autumn, when the leaves were changing. There were so many trees that were planted around campus, some people considered it a forest more so than anything else. Johzenji was best known for their academics, above else, which was why they had two buildings dedicated to academics. Terushima couldn’t escape to the western building, where other classes were held. The teachers would rat him out immediately.

So he went for the gym, which was one of the smaller buildings on campus. With any luck, he could hide in there for a few minutes until the coast was clear and then text his friends that he was safe and sound and ready for debauchery. He slipped into the gym, panting and ran for the nearest hiding spot: the storage room. Thankfully, no—luckily—the door was unlocked. So he slipped inside without a hitch. He hid behind one of the jumping boards and waited.

A few minutes passed before he decided to check his phone. “Dammit! No bars,” he couldn’t even send a hey guys the teacher’s got it out for me so if I die Bobata, you get my games and Futamata you get… all my love text. “I’ll just dip then,” he went to stand up when the door opened. Jumping, he’s expecting it to be the teacher who sniffed him out with their greyhound nose.

Instead, it’s some dude with a buzzcut he’s never seen before. And by his side was, probably, one of the prettiest girls Terushima had ever seen. He blinked. They stared back. Terushima immediately assumed they were staring at him because of his appearance, and he bristled. Ready for a fight when Buzzcut spoke up.

“You here for tryouts?” he smiled softly, but there was a hint of excitement mixed with anticipation in his eyes that made Terushima feel… odd. Terushima was not… expecting that.

“Uh—” words, use your words . “No I—” there’s movement outside. He heard voices. The squeaking of sneakers against gymnasium floors. And above them all, he heard the voice of his teacher. He tensed again. Buzzcut and Pretty Brunette shared looks before Terushima heard the teacher’s voice grow closer. He gasped and ducked back down behind his hiding spot.

“Hey you two,” Keiichi wiped the sweat from his brow, fanning himself. “Have you seen, have you seen a student go by here? Blond hair? Piercings?”

Terushima’s heart flew up to his throat. They were gonna rat him out. He felt it in his bones. That soft smile be damned. All they had to do was mention seeing him and he was—

“Nope,” Buzzcut said. “Sorry, sensei.”

“If he comes by we’ll let you know,” Pretty Brunette followed.

The teacher disappeared. Buzzcut turned his gaze back to Terushima who was rising up again now that the coast was clear. Surprise colored Terushima’s face. He didn’t even bother to hide it.

“What? You thought we were going to rat you out or something?” rather than sounding offended, Buzzcut actually looked amused.

“Yes. 100% absolutely definitely,” his response came with little to no hesitation.

Pretty Brunette, God he needed to know her name out of principle, crossed her arms. “Just like you to not leave a stranger in need, Seiji-san.” she sighed, casting a glance over at Terushima. He winked in response and she scowled. “Even if they’re troublesome.”

“Trouble’s the new sexy, haven’t you heard?” Terushima maybe do less?

Buzzcut—no wait, his name was Seiji, laughed. “He’s funny, Hana-san. And he appeared just in time for tryouts. Which you’ll be staying for, right… ah, what’s your name?”

“Terushima Yuuji. And no! I won’t be staying for tryouts. I got a basketball game tomorrow and I’m running late for it so—Thanks for the offer!”

“Wait!” Seiji grabbed Terushima by the arm as he walked by, releasing when Teru shot him a look. “Ah, sorry. I—it would be a waste if you didn’t try out. Since you’re here after all.”

“Me?” Teru raised an eyebrow, “Try out for volleyball? I’ve never played.”

“That’s fine!” Seiji smiled and Hana shot him a look. “Terushima-san, was it? I actually saw you running into our shed. You’re fast, and you look like you’re really athletic. You’d be a great asset to the team if you tried out.”

This was a joke, right? It had to be a joke. Terushima had never joined an organized sport before. But no, the look in Seiji’s eyes said he was very serious. Ah, his phone buzzed again in his pocket. He looked down and there were ten new messages from his group chat and a few messages from Mimi. He should go. He really should but.

He made the mistake of looking over his shoulder. The team was warming up with sets and spikes. He watched in utter fascination as the ball was set and a player ran up by the ride side, jumping in the air, and spiking it down the other side of the net with great force. The sound of the spike resonated with Terushima. He looked at the spikers jumping and suddenly, he wanted to do it to. It looked fun. And it was just for a few hours.

He turned back to Seiji and Hana, and Seiji was looking at him as if he already knew the answer. Terushima shrugged, feigning nonchalance even though the smile on his face was pure giddy excitement. “Yeah sure. Okay. You saved my ass back there so why not.” He’d try out today, at least to repay the favor. He’d also explain to Bobata and Futamata why he bailed, which they’d hopefully understand. And then tomorrow he’d get back into his routine of fuckery incarnate and avoid the gym at all costs so he didn’t have to go back the next day.

Yeah. That’d work.

“Awesome!” wow, Terushima winced from how bright Seiji’s smile was. He had one of those smiles that made you want to trust him with all your secrets and then some. He patted Terushima on the shoulder. “Let’s go get you a penny and a change of clothes.”

[under-the-cherrytree]

Heya! Thank you for answering my request! Now, can I get yandere big bro. Not an incest obviously l. teru, kou and tsukasa and hanako with little sis/bro gn s/o?

Now the thing is s/o usually got a mistreat at school due to people jealous of them (kou,teru) on tsukasa & hanako case (a yokai seems to wanting tsukasa & hanako beloved dead)

However s/o seems to not mind it at all. Btw, s/o is student at the school. And seems to be reincarnated after they die, and seems to believed hanako & tsukasa after they said they were s/o ghost brother and s/o reincarnated.

Now what would be the scenario when they find s/o is sitting on the floor. Wet around their hair and their clothes seems to be been damaged. When they Ask what happen s/o said.

"oh, big brother, I'm sorry...i'm really is...today is your birthday...but..." S/o keep cry and then said this while sobbing so hard "today, there's a girl who want me to introduce her to you. But I want to give you the gift and reject her, the girl obviously didn't take it well and...she make her group do this" "i-i...keep...trying to saving money to buy you this caused i want it to be secret...but-i..guess..there's nothing to give to you" while showing a blue (blue sky) (blue light) kou.

Tsukasa & Hanako Case

"big brother...since this is your both birthday I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there's a girl who hate me. I didn't even knew why?" And then s/o just said while sobbing "I..know big brother hanako love donut, and and I'm sure big brother tsukasa loves it too...so I baked a homemade donut, but that girl destroy it...she...she said my cook is the worst and people who eat it will puked and not even a ghost want it" "also she steal the necklace that I buy for you two since she say I did not deserved that"

Green (hanako) red (tsukasa)

Headcannon and oneshot again please!

The Minamoto brothers and the Yugi twins with a bullied younger sibling❣︎

Warings: Hinting to murder?, bullying, abuse, slight cursing

A/n: Hey! Of course of course, I try to answer requests to the best of my ability!

I did this with the siblings combined so hope you don’t mind shshjsh

Heehee hope you enjoy, my love~

Teru was your older brother and he made that known to the school

You loved the fact that you were known as Teru’s younger sibling

You loved your brother

But you knew you would be used for it

People would fake being your friend just to get close to Teru

Then once they got rejected, they always blamed you

You didn’t mind, you still wanted to be Teru’s younger sibling

Teru slowly picked up on this

He knew something was up so he told Kou

Those two tried to keep a close eye on you

But while they were there, it look like you had lots of friends

But when they left the bullying begun again

But sooner or later, the other girls true colors will start to show

Teru and Kou are protective brothers

The girls in your class should have known to not get on your brothers bad side

“Teru-nii! Looks like you got a lot of presents!” Kou called out, running to his older brother who was standing at the entrance of the school. Teru chuckled and looked back at his backpack which was full with presents from fangirls.

“Well, I guess I do...” Teru patted his younger brother on the head, making him smile brightly. “Where’s Y/n? Aren’t they supposed to be with you after cleaning the bathroom?”

“They are…” Kou's expression turned into a slightly worried one “but they said they had to go early. They told me something about wanting to get something prepared to give to you for your birthday…”

Teru sighed, he was worried. He already had suspicions that you were getting mistreated in your class but he didn’t know for sure so he never confronted you about it. He has confronted Kou about this and he had the same suspictions as well.

“Well let's go get them!” Teru clapped his hands and made his way towards the building.

“Do you think it's…” Kou didn’t want to finish the sentence.

“Let's hope not.” Teru’s carefree expression lowered at the thought. “Do you know where they went?”

Kou thought for a moment.

“No, but I know they aren’t in the old school building…”

Teru and Kou walked around the school for a while, looking for you in no avail. Kou pointed out little droplets of water that slowly got bigger reaching to the school's lockers. The boys froze when they heard sounds of sobbing. They turned the corner to see you facing your lockers drenched in water. You leaned onto your locker, closing it.

“Y/n..!” Kou called out, making you turn to him. “What happened?!”

“Who the hell did this to you…?” Teru asked, examining your ripped close and abused appearance. You looked at him and only cried more.

“I’m sorry big brother Teru…”

“Y/n, you don't need to be sorry, this isn’t your fault..!” Teru hugged you “What happened..?”

“I-its your birthday today… but there was this girl who wanted me to introduce you to her... but I said no, she didn’t take it too well and did this…” You sobbed into his shoulder. Teru’s grip on you tightened thinking about how this only happened while he was outside with Kou.

“I-I saved my money… to buy you a nice sky blue necklace… and I even got big brother Kou light blue one as well… b-but she destroyed it and I don’t have anything to g-give you…”

“Y/n that’s so sweet! We are extremely thankful!” Kou tried to lighten the mood a bit, giving you a gracious smile. You could see tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Teru was still angry that his suspicions were true, he was praying they weren’t.

“Who did this?” Teru sternly asked.

“I-it’s fine Teru…” You kneeled to the ground picking up pieces from the necklace she destroyed “She already left… there is nothing I can do now…”

“Y/n… please…” Kou kneeled down next to you and put his hand on yours.

“Guys, what would make me feel better is if we got home… can we please go home?” Your voice was begging. You just wanted to be in a warm blanket watching T.V. with your siblings.

That's all you wanted right now.

“Okay… I’m sorry Y/n, let's go home okay!” Teru gave you his jacket which you happily accepted.

“Even though I couldn’t get the gift, it meant the world to me!”

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You sighed walking to your classroom. It was early and you were tired. You were happy your brothers didn’t ask you about it for the rest of the night, you didn’t want them to worry. You thought you would get a load from the girls who did this to you yesterday but you were shocked when she bowed in front of you instead.

“Y/n! I am so sorry! Please forgive me for what I did to you yesterday! It was very rude of me and I am very sorry!” She was shaking.

“Oh, uh, it’s alright..! No need to bow, I forgive you…” You put your hands in front of your chest, genuinely confused. Once she stood straight up you saw a big red mark on her cheek. She had tears in her eyes but ran to her desk before you could get a better look at her. You looked to Tsuchigomori who only nodded with an apologetic look on his face.

‘What happened this morning…?’

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“Teru? You still look down?” Kou faced his brother as they both walked to class.

“Sorry Kou… just a little upset by the person who did this to Y/n…” Teru apologetically smiled.

“Well you slapped her, that taught her a lesson!” Kou encouraged.

“Trust me Kou,” Teru’s smile turned into a frown

“If a teacher wasn’t there, I would have kicked her ass.”

Amane found it unforunate you were caught in the crossfire of him and his brothers conflic causing you too kill yourself as well

Tsukasa thought it was great that his younger sibling was now dead too

Gosh Tsukasa-

But what they didn’t expect was for you to get resurrected

You were able to see supernaturals yourself and you couldn’t age from the day you died but you weren’t a ghost like your brothers

Tsuchigamori helped you establish a somewhat normal school life

It was all good for the most part, you were back in school, Hanako was the leader of the 7 mysteries, and Tsukasa was just crazy happy

The fact you are getting mistreated is mostly Tsukasa’s fault

Like he can make a lot of enemies so when the fish yokai (that he killed) saw how close you and Tsukasa were, of course they wanted to kill you

It was also a perk that you were Hanako’s sibling since they wanted to get back at him as well for stealing their princess Yashiro away from them

You were weak and had a human body, you were perfect

Amane had no idea about this, Tsukasa didn’t know you were being abused but he did know he pissed off those fish AND HE PISSED EM OFF GOOD-

You figured you would be a target for yokai since your older brothers are powerful

Of course, you didn’t mind this

You knew this would happen so it’s alright!

But the thing was, it wasn’t so alright with your older brothers

Hanako watched the cherry blossoms fall from the tree that he sat under. It was November 25, his birthday, and you said you wanted to have a talk with the two boys. Normally you would talk to them separately because you knew how Amane felt towards his twin brother, but today you wanted to talk to them together. Hanako cancelled his normal cleaning duty and waited where you said to meet up.

“Amane!!” He heard a scream from behind him but before he could turn around he felt someone hug him, wrapping their legs around his waist.

“Oh, Tsukasa…” Hanako said softly, personally finding this kind of awkward.

“Where’s Y/n?? It’s been so long since I’ve seen them!” Tsukasa removed his head from Amane’s neck looking around for you.

“Oh, they aren’t here yet, and I remember them saying they saw you two days ago…”

“So long ago!” Tsukasa whined and Amane sighed at his childish behavior. It went silent but thankfully Tsukasa quickly broke it.

“Didn’t Y/n say to meet them here 15 minutes ago??”

“Yeah they did…” Amane started to get worried.

“They're late!” Tsukasa pouted.

“You’re late as well Tsukasa… And we should go look for them.”

“I’ll lead the way! I know where their last class is!” He stood up and started marching, Hanako closely behind him.

They walked around the school for a while, watching students run across the halls to their clubs, laughing and gossiping with one another. Tsukasa continued to march, not losing the bounce in his step. They came closer to the sound of someone crying, sobs getting louder as they approached a classroom. The twins looked at each other before Tsukasa opened the door.

You jumped slightly, removing your head from between your legs to look at who came in. You only began to cry more realizing it was your two brothers.

“Y/n…?” Tsukasa slightly whispered to himself, staying at the door's entrance.

“Y/n! What happened?!” Amane ran to you, fearing you were hurt in any way. He put his arm on your wet shoulder, looking around to see if there were any visible bloody wounds. He looked at your uniform which was damaged and had a few cuts in it. Your hair was also wet like if someone poured water on you. Tsukasa slowly made his way over to you, examining you up and down. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face but you knew anger was there.

“I-I’m sorry…” You said a little above a whisper.

“You’re sorry for what..?” Amane asked, moving the wet hair out of your face to get a better look at your soaked, tear-stained face.

“Big brothers...since this is both your birthdays... I thought it would be better to get you both a gift. But there are these fish yokai who don’t like me..!” You picked up a couple red and green gems from the floor. Hanako’s eyes widened.

“I... know big brother Amane liked donuts and I assume big brother Tsukasa likes them as well… but they took the donuts I made you saying my cooking was t-the worst and you wouldn’t want it..!” You continued “And they took the necklace I bought for you guys saying I don’t deserve it…”

“Were they talking fish..?” Tsukasa's voice was cold, eyes wide with rage. You only nodded your head.

“Amane, will you stay with y/n? I have something I need to do.” Tsukasa turned to Amane. Hanako already knew what he was going to do.

He was going to go after the mermaid and her fish. There was nothing he could say to stop him.

“O-okay… do what you have to do…” Amane nodded and Tsukasa left the room.

“W-wait… where is he going..?” You started to get up but Amane sat you back down.

“Hey, don’t worry Y/n… older brother Tsukasa is going to take care of this okay?” Amane hugged you.

“But I don’t mind the fish… it’s fine-”

“No. It’s not.” Amane’s aura grew darker before his loving brotherly smile appeared again.

“And hopefully by tomorrow, you won’t have to deal with those disgusting fish!”

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“Y/n! Amane!” Tsukasa called out as he walked down the halls. When he approached the door he opened it revealing you and Amane laughing. You were somewhat dry and you stopped crying.

“Tsukasa!” You got up and gave him a hug.

“What happened to those fish…?” Worryness in your voice.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n! You don’t need to worry about them anymore!” He childishly smiled, bringing ease to you.

“Amane approached you two, smiling. He looked to see Tsukasa’s hand that was behind his back covered in blood. Hanako's smile dropped and he went silent. He quickly regained his composure and turned to you.

“Yeah, Y/n you don’t need to worry about those fish. Your big brothers will kill any other supernatural that dares hurt you!”

[avecorviidae]

Fic: Aubade - Chapter Two

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Rating: M Relationship(s): Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou Word Count: 4828

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Spirits and Such hasn’t changed much. It’s never, in Ritsu’s memory, been dirty, per-se. Well, alright, it’s been battered, wrecked, and burnt to the ground, but it’s never been grimy. Just… a little run-down. The walls are a shade of beige that Ritsu thinks might have been white once, the laminate tiles of the floor are uneven and scuffed all to hell, and there’s always something that’s jury-rigged, a bedsheet functioning as a curtain, or a dictionary shoved under an uneven table leg. A faint smell of smoke lingers in the air, despite Reigen kicking his habit for the most part. The building has its fair share of dings and dents as well. “Did you know there’s a hole in that wall?” He can’t really stop himself from asking. He’s been staring at it for about the last seven minutes, seeing as that’s about the only direction that Teru is allowing him to look. It’s not huge–probably only about the size of a golf ball, if you were to measure it. He keeps finding himself zoning out in its direction, though, a miniature black hole marring the otherwise uniform plaster. Teru makes a noncommittal hmm noise close to his ear as he leans down to snip at some stray hairs. He’s entered into a mode of pure concentration, one that Ritsu can only equate to when he’s reading a good book. In other words, Teru is more or less lost to the world. Mob, on the other hand, looks up from his phone in the direction that Ritsu is facing. “Oh, right,” he nods when he notices it. “A client was angry with Shishou, so he threw a stapler.” Ritsu moves to look fully at Mob, but a sharp tap on the side of his head reminds him to keep looking straight ahead, so he ends up directing his incredulous look at the hole in the wall. “He threw a stapler… at the wall? Not at Reigen?”

“Well, he was standing over there at the time. He was performing an exorcism.”

Ah, well that explains it. Teru, rummaging through his little hairdressing kit balanced on a nearby stool, glances over at Mob. “Speaking of that hole, when’s it getting fixed? Reigen said he was going to plaster it up months ago.” He finally comes up with a little black piece of plastic, which he fits to the head of the cordless clippers. He tilts Ritsu’s head forward, ordering, “Look down, please.” The ground is a welcome reprieve from the hole. Ritsu follows the path of a spider across the floor with his eyes while Teru takes the clippers to the back of his head.  

“He’s going to fix it,” Mob says earnestly, “He bought the plaster and everything! He just hasn’t had the time.” “Sure,” Teru says airily, “Just like he’s already bought oil for the door and a new latch for the window. All we’ve got now is a hardware store in our desk drawers, a hole in the wall, a door that sounds like the screams of the dying, and a window that’s held closed with duct tape, rope, and prayer.” He dusts some stray clippings off of the back of Ritsu’s neck and runs his fingers through the long hair at the top of his head. He grabs a few strands and starts to play around with them, flipping his bangs from one side to the other, pulling them back from his forehead altogether.  “Are you sure you won’t let me do anything different? I swear, Ritsu, half a decade` I’ve known you and you’ve never had any fun with this mop.” Ritsu sighs, batting Teru’s hand away. “You mean I’ve never let you have any fun with it?” Teru comes around to stand in front of him, crossing his arms and scrunching his face into a ridiculous pout. “Exactly! There’s only so much that I can do to myself, and Mob won’t let me do anything with his either. I swear, you two really are brothers.”

Well, he’s certainly pushed the limits of what he can do to his own hair, Ritsu thinks, glancing over Teru’s haircut. It’s longer than Ritsu remembers, with the blonde strands braided along his head and pulled into a bun at the top of his head, but the entire lower half seems to have been shaved close to the scalp, and there are little designs and patterns buzzed into the undercut. It’s certainly not the weirdest that Ritsu’s seen out of him, but it’s probably the most elaborate. “I liked the haircut you gave me,” Mob volunteers hesitantly, “I just… prefer this one. It’s simpler.” It had actually barely been different, Ritsu remembers, Teru had just shaved his undercut a little closer and changed his parting so that it was less of a uniform line down his forehead. Ritsu suspects that at least part of Mob’s discomfort with it had to do with the fact that people kept mistaking him for Ritsu when he forgot to brush it down. “Exactly,” Ritsu agrees. “This is easy to maintain.” He’s spent most of his life being able to roll out of bed without touching his hair, moreso now that he’s not living with a mother telling him to comb his hair all the time, and it’s a lifestyle he’d like to be able to continue. Life is hard enough without having to spend energy on styling that nonsense every morning. Teru rolls his eyes and mutters something as he turns to pack up his clippers, but it’s good-natured, the fond sort of grumbling that he adopts around Ritsu and Mob. When Reigen arrives, they’re all cleaning up the office, shoving the stool and the hair kit back into their rightful places and dragging out the ancient, barely functional vacuum cleaner in order to hoover up the piles of black hair scattered around the floor. They’ve been bickering about lunch for about the last three minutes, which is about enough time for Ritsu and Teru to have turned it into a full-on friendly shouting match, half to match the volume of the vacuum cleaner, and half because Ritsu has a deep moral objection to eating at any establishment that’s calling its food ‘experimental’.

Ritsu actually doesn’t notice him entering until he loudly clears his throat, making the room fall silent for just a moment before there’s a discordant mixture of greetings, a bright “Shishou!” from Mob, a slightly sheepish “Hey, Dad,” from Teru, and Ritsu gets caught somewhere in between, a weird mixture of ‘Reigen’ and ‘Dad that comes out as more of a general greeting sound that’s lost in the noise of the room.

Reigen just sighs as he strolls into the room, one hand in his pocket and the other ready to reach up and pull Ritsu into a one-armed hug. It’s a little awkwardly positioned, due to Ritsu being a bit taller than Reigen, but he still leans into it, letting Reigen reach up to ruffle his hair as he says, “Hey, looking good, kid! Not too shabby at all.” Ritsu steps out of the hug, before Reigen ends up sending any stray hair clippings flying. “Wow, thanks, I look exactly the same as I always do” he says, and it’s meant to be deadpan but he can’t stop himself from laughing just a little. Reigen claps a hand on his shoulder, saying, “Nah, I mean you don’t look very dead inside for someone who just took finals. I remember college, kiddo. It’s not a fun time.” Ritsu bites back any number of retorts ranging from Didn’t you drop out of college in your first semester? To I always look dead inside, instead settling on, “Dad, tell Teru that we’re going for Ramen.” He’s long gotten over the embarrassment of accidentally calling Reigen ‘dad’. It was inevitable, considering how often they’ve all being doing it since they were in middle school. By this point, he’s learned the strategic advantages of doing it on purpose. Case in point: it’s a surefire way to get him on your side in an argument. Reigen squints at Teru. “As opposed to?” Teru gets about three sentences into his explanation of his strange, obscure, trendy restaurant before Reigen cuts him off. “Mob, is the food there any good?” Teru’s taste in food famously cannot be trusted, whereas Mob has proven to be decent, though he’s pretty easy to please. He’s usually the deciding factor in these decisions, and any argument beforehand is just for the sake of routine. Mob hesitates, clearly caught between being honest with Reigen and not hurting Teru’s feelings. He eventually seems to decide on, “Their milk was nice…” and Ritsu’s guessing it’s probably the only neutral statement he can actually make about the place without lying. Reigen claps his hands with the air of authority and finality that’s basically the only thing that puts him in charge of this business, and says, “Alright, ramen it is!”

-

Something is up, and Mob is in on it. Ritsu’s not sure it’s a bad thing, but it’s definitely a secret from him specifically, because Teru keeps shooting him these knowing looks, and he’s trying to send conspiratorial grins in Mob’s direction, but his brother has stuck to Reigen’s other side, half hiding behind him, clearly trying to avoid eye contact. Reigen seems oblivious to the whole thing, but then again, you could never really tell with him.

Still, if it were something negative, Mob would probably look a lot more stressed, so Ritsu decides to leave it be. Despite how reserved he can be with his emotions, in many respects Mob does and always has worn his heart on his sleeve, and even if Ritsu hadn’t been able to read his brother’s emotions easily, it would probably be a simple matter to tell if he were upset or guilty. They probably make an odd group, walking down the street. Ritsu and Mob are on either side of Reigen, taking up most of the sidewalk, so the obvious solution for Teru is apparently to take a few steps forward and walk backwards so that he’s facing them. Reigen and Mob have warned him every time he’s almost bumped into poles, boxes, assorted street junk, or a dog, but Ritsu is keeping quiet, mainly because the pure comedy factor of Teru falling flat on his ass would be a beautiful, beautiful thing. Also, if he were on the ground, Ritsu wouldn’t have to look at that shirt anymore.

It’s a decently styled shirt, sure, loose and wavy where it’s tucked into his high-waisted jeans and hanging off of one shoulder, and Ritsu thinks it might look like soft material, or at least, it would if it wasn’t neon fucking yellow. The glare of the sun off of the damn thing is enough to make them all squint at Teru as he talks, telling some story about one client or another, throwing his arms out as he trots backwards (and almost hitting a streetlight with his hands about every ten seconds) and messing with the brim of his cap about as much as Reigen plays with his tie.

It’s a quick walk, since they’re just going to the nearest ramen place to the office, and it’s a relief to step out of the rapidly warming morning sun and into the cool shade of the building. Teru immediately slides into the booth next to Mob, so Ritsu ends up elbow to elbow with Reigen, once more staring Teru’s atrocity of a shirt right in the face.

Once they’ve ordered, Reigen says, “‘Fraid I can’t stay too long, I’ve got an exorcism in an hour or so.” Teru’s been typing on his phone since they sat down, with Mob resting his chin on his shoulder in order to read off of his screen. “That’s fine,” he says lightly, not looking up from the screen, “we were just going to take a walk around town anyways.” Ritsu raises an eyebrow at him. “We were?” “Yep! You need a new shirt.” Ritsu looks down at the shirt he’s wearing. He’d grabbed a white, kind of blue-ish button-up from his closet, basically the kind of thing that he could throw on comfortably and still technically be dressing like an ‘adult’. It wasn’t exactly a new shirt, but it wasn’t dirty or in disrepair, so he doesn’t really see why he’d need a new one… and knowing Teru, he’ll probably try to stick Ritsu in something neon, florally patterned, or both. Mob glances up to smile at Reigen. “Be careful, Shishou. Call us if you need any help.” Ritsu snorts quietly. You mean if it turns out to actually be a spiritual thing? Reigen nods, putting on his air of adult authority as he says, “Of course! I’ll probably be fine, though. It didn’t seem like something particularly dangerous.” Because you’re such a brilliant judge of that.

He feels his phone buzzing in his back pocket, and shuffles around in the booth until he can pull it out to look at it. FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) WHY ARE CHILDREN LOUD THIS KID HAS BEEN SCREAMING FOR LIKE AN HOUR RITSU WHY

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Same

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) I MEAN ME TOO BUT I USUALLY KEEP IT TO MYSELF

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) No you dont Everyone within a 5 mile radius knows your problems FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) SHHHHHHH LET ME COMPLAIN

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) STOP SCREAMING

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) NO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Teru snaps his fingers under Ritsu’s eyes. “Oi, stop smiling at your phone and agree with me already!” Ritsu narrows his eyes. “About?” “Kale.” “No.”

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“No!”

Ritsu shoves the hanger, shirt and all, back into Teru’s arms. Teru fruitlessly tries to push it on him again. “Come on, Ritsu, it suits you perfectly!” Ritsu pinches the bridge of his nose, reaching out to lean on the clothes rack for support. “Okay, one: yellow. Two: elbow patches.”

They’ve been in this store for about half an hour and they’ve already had this exchange upwards of ten times. Ritsu had learned after the first time not to try on everything Teru handed to him, but Mob is somehow still falling for the “We won’t know until you put it on!” speil, and well. Ritsu has a few moral standards, but he isn’t above taking pictures. He’s sent a few of the choice ones, including one shirt that seemed to be made out of woven strips of plastic bag, and a pair of pants that were just straight up bell-bottoms, to Shou, and has received various levels of incoherent gibberish in response.

Mob, helping to sift through the clearance rack, holds up another hanger. “Oh… this is nice?” Teru glances over. “Let’s see it, then!” He brings it over to them, holding the sweater up for Teru’s inspection. It looks… not too bad, actually. It’s a light, faded shade of green, nothing like the abrasive primary colors that Teru has been shoving in his face all day, and it looks comfortable. Teru reaches out and pinches the hem between his fingers. “Is this…? Oooh, cashmere! This is clearance?” He takes the hanger from Mob and hands it to Ritsu. “Put this on.” For once, Ritsu actually agrees, so he starts towards the changing rooms, but only makes it a couple of steps before Teru snags him by the elbow. “No no no,” he corrects, “I mean over your shirt.” Ritsu raises an eyebrow, but complies. “Alright…?” It’s soft as sin, and it looks warm, but it’s thin and light enough that even in the middle of summer, the heat isn’t overbearing or too uncomfortable. Teru walks around him slowly, scanning him up and down with a thoughtful expression. He steps into Ritsu’s space and starts fussing with the him, pulling the collar of his dress shirt out to the front and reaching under to untuck his shirt so that it pokes out from under the hem of the sweater. He smooths the fabric over Ritsu’s shoulders and takes a few steps back, looking over him again before scrunching the sleeves of the sweater up to his elbows and rolling up the sleeves of the dress shirt over them. It actually makes the heat quite a bit better. Teru gives a satisfied nod. Mob smiles at him. “That suits you, Ritsu.” Teru walks around him, and Ritsu feels him tugging on the price tag at the back of his neck. “Oooh, cheap too.” Ritsu pulls it over his head, agreeing, “Yeah, I like it. It’s the only thing I’m buying though, alright? I’m not exactly made of money here.” His parents still send him a monthly allowance for meals and such, and he still has some money saved from the last time he’d helped out at Spirits and Such on a job, but he still prefers to be careful with his spending. Mob and Teru stay over by the clearance rack while he’s in the checkout line, and he can see them both hunched over Teru’s phone, talking to each other hurriedly. Teru grabs the phone from Mob’s hands and starts to make a call, but Ritsu can’t try to catch any more of what’s going on before he’s reached the front of the line. It takes probably less than two minutes to finish buying the sweater, but by the time he walks back over, Teru’s already hung up. “Who was that?” “Nobody important,” Teru says, far too hurriedly. “Really.” Ritsu raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. Apropos of absolutely nothing, Mob comments, “We should get ice cream.” Teru pounces on the idea with an enthusiasm that makes Ritsu think that something is definitely about to happen. He manages to sweep the three of them out of the door, get Ritsu to put his new sweater back on, offer to pay for everyone’s cones, and get them walking towards the nearby ice cream place before Ritsu can even register that it’s happening.

The conversation drifts around as they walk, from some of the weirder clients Mob and Teru have gotten at Spirits and Such, to the most annoying little shits Ritsu has ever had the displeasure to sit next to during a lecture, but as the ice cream place comes into view, they switch to flavors.

Mob is, with dairy products, by and large without a flavor preference and almost always chooses vanilla, so he’s mostly excluded from this discussion. Well, less discussion, more Teru telling Ritsu about unusual flavors and Ritsu being boring and judging him for it. “Kiwi.” “Eugh, what? Why? Who took a look at a fucking kiwi and decided to make it into ice cream? That’s so unnecessary.” “It’s good, though.” Ritsu doesn’t even dignify that with a response, just gives him a look. They’ve been in the ‘obscure fruits’ vein for a while now. “I’ve got to say, I’m with Ritsu on this one,” Shou says as he falls into step on Ritsu’s other side, “Kiwis look like balls, dude.” Ritsu stops dead in his tracks, and the other three stop with him. About a thousand and one thoughts cycle through his head, and he wants to say how long have you been following us and wow I didn’t realize that I missed you until literally this exact moment and he wants to punch Teru in the fucking face because that smug grin says that this is what’s been going on all morning, and his brother’s little smile only corroborates, but he only manages to grit out, “You asshole,” before he grabs Shou into a hug and squeezes. Shou’s laughing at him, but he also immediately reciprocates, wrapping his arms around Ritsu’s waist and pressing his face into his chest. Come high school, Ritsu had grown. Shou… well, less so, enough that Ritsu can rest his chin on Shou’s head. It’s. Well, it’s a lot of things, almost tight enough to be uncomfortable and definitely a little too warm, and Shou’s hands, fisted in the back of his sweater, are definitely going to leave some crumples, but god, it’s nice, just to stay there. Mob says, “Ah, Teruki, they’re…” Teru laughs, saying, “Yeah, they sure are. Alright, you two, let’s go before your auras start being indecent.” Ritsu starts to say what’s that supposed to mean? But he gets distracted by Shou stepping out of his space quickly enough to leave Ritsu feeling unbalanced, but oh, and then he gets it because he can actually feel Shou’s aura clinging to him, indescribably warm in the way it sits on his shoulders, trails down his arms and threads through his fingers. It’s withdrawing fast though, following Shou as he steps back, running fingers through his hair and grumbling about gel and ruining his style. It leaves Ritsu feeling oddly cold, considering that the sun is beating down on them relentlessly. Ritsu’s pretty sure Shou’s hair was a hot mess even before the hug, and the rest of him is looking a little dishevelled as well, just something about the vaguely blurry way Shou’s blinking at them and the rumpled look of his clothes makes him think… “Did you just come straight from the airport?” It probably sounds more accusatory than he intended, but Shou looks dead-walking, with the beginnings of bags under his eyes and a slight sway to the way he’s standing. Ritsu doesn’t even know where he’s just come from, didn’t even know that he was coming. His face is tinged an angry pink, making the freckles on his cheeks stand out in stark contrast, and he’s wearing a red tank top that shows that the light sunburn trails down his shoulders as well.

Shou crosses his arms, laughing a little sheepishly. “Well, yeah. The plan was, I’d have time to go back to the house before we met up, but I got laid over big time in LAX, so I basically just got here.” Shou, who seems to have a deep seated moral objection to staying still for any length of time, starts to walk in the direction of the ice cream place again, and the rest of the group automatically starts to follow. He doesn’t so much walk in a straight line as he weaves, vaguely between Mob and Teru and then in front and behind them, but manages to end up back at Ritsu’s side, falling into step beside him easily for the rest of the short walk. As predicted, Mob gets vanilla. Shou gets one scoop of chocolate and one of vanilla, and Ritsu gets mint chocolate chip. Teru gets kiwi purely to spite him. They sit at a little white table outside of the shop, with a bright pink umbrella shading them. Teru had told off Shou for putting his feet up on the table, so he’s got them resting on Ritsu’s knee as he tells them all about the storms in New York, falling asleep in some other gate in LA, sprinting halfway across the airport to catch his flight.

Ritsu knows that all of this was probably pretty stressful at the time, and that travelling is kind of hell, but Shou always tells airport stories in this ridiculous way that leaves them all doubled over laughing, Teru’s loud snickering almost drowning out Mob’s giggles, muffled into the sleeve of his shirt. By the time Shou’s halfway through retelling his layover in LAX, Ritsu’s laughing so hard that all that’s coming out are near-silent wheezes, and he’s bent over at the waist, gripping at his burning stomach. When he can breathe again, he notices that Shou’s fallen silent, and looks up to see that he’s staring at him, this kind of soft, open smile that makes Ritsu grin back at him even as he’s asking, “What? Is there ice cream on my face?” Shou shakes his head slightly, says, “Nah, but look! I made you laugh!” He almost says These stories always make me laugh but Shou wouldn’t know that, would he? He wouldn’t really know that Ritsu always snorts every time Shou sends him a picture of something gross he found in an airport bathroom at three in the morning, or that he has to bite the back of his hand to stifle his laughter when he’s in lectures, staring down at his phone as Shou sends paragraph after paragraph complaining about the weird German guy he met in customs who kept offering him various and dubiously legal meat products.

Mob’s phone rings before Ritsu can say anything, and he gives a quiet “oh,” before putting it to his ear and saying, “Is everything alright, Shishou?” He’s silent for a few moments, listening, before he says, “Ah, I see. I can come. Yes, I’ll be there soon, text me the address. Please be careful.” Ritsu raises an eyebrow. “Spirit?” “Yeah.” Teru nods thoughtfully. “Well, that puts a bit of a wrench in our plans. Hmm…” He fiddles with his cap for a moment, considering. “Here’s the new plan: Mob and I go help Reigen with the exorcism, you two hang out, we all meet up for dinner. Sound good?” Ritsu shrugs, nodding in agreement. “Sure.” Everyone else follows suit, and as soon as Reigen texts them the address, Teru threads his fingers through Mob’s and the two set off at a brisk walk, with Shou shouting, “Tell Pops hi for me!” at their backs. Ritsu finally sucks up and asks the question that’s been eating at the back of his mind. “You’ll be able to tell him yourself, won’t you? I mean, depending on how long you’re in town.” Shou blinks at him once, twice, then says, “Oh! Right, no, yeah,” and it’s hard to tell because the umbrella has washed Shou in pink, but he looks almost embarrassed, and he thinks he might be blushing, “I’m back for good. There’s other business, and stuff, but I can do pretty much all of it online now.” He tries for a laugh and makes it most of the way, but it’s just a little shaky. “Modern technology, it’s pretty cool.” Ritsu finds himself breathing a sigh of relief and realizes that he’d been worried, that Shou was going to disappear again, show up in the country again and then go on another year-long trip, slipping out of his life like the threads of his aura slipping through Ritsu’s fingers. Because, it’s, well, it’s not like the texting and the calling and the Skyping wasn’t nice, but, well. They’d been practically attached at the hip since middle school, and this past year hasn’t been fun without him. He’ll still be a ten hour train ride away once Ritsu goes back to Grain City in a couple of weeks, but having him staying, living, in the country makes something nervous settle in Ritsu’s chest. “Oh, cool. So, you’re moving back into your mom’s old house?” Shou nods. “Yeah. I haven’t been back there, but it’s probably kinda gross now. It was never the nicest place to start with.” “It’s huge. Shou, it’s practically its own estate.” Shou’s eyebrows shoot up along with his arms, and he stands up, pacing as he answers. “Exactly!” There’s no way to fill up that many rooms! It always feels empty and weird, like there’s ghosts everywhere!” “You’re psychic, Shou, you would be able to see any ghosts.” Ritsu is leaning on the table, resting his chin on his palm and watching Shou bounce around with a bemused smile. Eventually he comes to a standstill, thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his washed out grey jeans. Somehow he’s managed to put away two scoops of ice cream and about half of Ritsu’s in less than half an hour, whereas Ritsu is still munching on the cone of his. “Wanna walk?” Shou says, and he’s been still for all of three seconds but he’s already bouncing on his toes. Ritsu stands as he shoves the last of his cone into his mouth. “Mhm,” he says, fixing his sweater and readjusting the sleeves. They start down a random street, without a real sense of direction, just like they’d done in school. Shou’s tempo only matches Ritsu for steps at a time before he’ll suddenly trot a few steps ahead, or get distracted staring at a shop window and drag behind, but it’s a comfortable rhythm, well established and easy to fall into. They walk in silence for a block or so, and Ritsu would usually wait for Shou to start the conversation, knowing he’ll take them down some strange, arbitrary philosophical track like ‘How scared shitless must the caveman who accidentally made the first fire have been? Wild,’ that’ll last them most, if not all, of their walk, but Ritsu has a jab he’s been meaning to make. “So, screaming children on planes, huh?” Shou stops dead on the sidewalk, burying his face in his hands and groaning from between his fingers. “Please, god, no, never again.”

[uncannycookie]

Um, you take prompts right? If not just ignore me and know I adore your work times a ZILLION! You're probably the reason why I even consider Terumob. Anyway though. The prompt: would it be at all possible to see what happened between Reigen and Teru's mom when they were alone? Or was that just boring paperwork stuff?

Thank you so much! The next chapter of ANLG and I are still at war, but at least I can work on some prompts and pretend to be productive in the meantime^^

EDIT: It’s up on AO3 now as well, so here’s the link.

Devil’s Advocate

As soon as her son and his - friend are out the door, something inside Haruka Hanazawa’s chest instantly relaxes. Her fingernails stop burrowing into the skin of her forearm quite as deeply. Even though there is still a huge, trembling force inside her that makes it impossible to let go entirely, she immediately feels much less as if she’s choking on her own breath.

Just next to the sofa, close enough to the exit towards the hallway to count as blocking the path, Teruki’s lawyer stands with his hands in his pockets, eyes trained on her.

The tall man-child assistant is whipping his head back and forth between them and the door. When he spares a glance out the window, he jumps slightly and appears to begin sweating even more.

“Oh no, don’t,” he mumbles, clumsily rushing to the door, “don’t lean against the car please!” With his hand clutching the door frame, he leans backwards in the middle of his hasty retreat and blinks owlishly at the young lawyer. “Ah, uhm, do you need me here? Are we leaving now, or…?”

The lawyer lazily waves him off without looking at him. “Go ahead and prepare the car, I just have a few things to clarify still.”

His expression is neutral but still judgmental somehow. Haruka didn’t find him intimidating at all at the start, but now it’s suddenly impossible to even meet his cold stare head-on. She focuses instead on the assistant, watches as he scrambles out the door muttering to himself about cars and respect for other people’s belongings.

She laughs quietly into the silence after the door falls shut behind him. “What an interesting fellow. Is he a cousin of yours? Friend of the family?”

Because really, she can’t imagine someone that - slow - finding a job solely based on his own merits.

The lawyer shrugs. “Not at all. Former terrorist actually. Trying to turn his life around, but, you know how it is.”

It’s beyond terrifying that Haruka can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

She laughs anyway, more than a little put out with herself that it comes out jittery and uneven.

The lawyer notices too. One of his lower eyelids twitches. Haruka grinds her teeth into a sweet smile and finally lets go of her own forearm, hands dropping to her sides and relaxing. They’re almost not trembling at all anymore.

“Now,” she starts, glad to realize her voice is mostly back to normal, “unless there was anything else, I believe it is time you left me to clean up this mess.”

The young man still keeps his face an unnerving empty mask, but at least he breaks out of his eerily frozen posture and takes a few steps forward. “I would,” he says while he begins picking up the tray and cookies that were thrown around the room. “If I didn’t know for a fact that you’re focusing on entirely the wrong mess.”

Haruka stands still and watches. He dumps everything back on the coffee table, jangling the shards of glass that are lying there in a small pile. They’re glinting gently in the light of the evening sun and she decidedly looks away.

(The phantom feeling of glass and rough porcelain shards slicing through her skin is crawling up her forearm, right along that jagged collection of thin scars that she covers with make up every morning. Sounds of an angry child’s tantrum are ringing in her ears, she almost sees things being shot around the room again by invisible forces beyond her control.)

(Her arm is itchy. That cookie tray will have to be thrown out.)

The lawyer is no longer pretending to clean up. “You know,” he starts now, still rudely watching her with his arms folded, “I just remembered something. Maybe this will interest you.”

Haruka has to try very hard not to roll her eyes. “What a novel idea,” she says politely.

The lawyer tilts his head forward, his stare unimpressed and nearly disappointed now. “You know you’re not actually being subtle, right.”

“Oh? I am quite certain I was not attempting to be.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugs. “Anyways, there was this one kid at our neighborhood playground back then, she’d always steal everybody’s toys and destroy their sandcastles and all that, nobody liked her much.”

Haruka’s face feels oddly tight, as if her skin doesn’t quite fit over the expression she’s trying so hard to keep. All this is still going somewhere she does not want to be and there is little more than enduring and waiting for it to be over that she can do. “Children can be quite a handful.”

“Oh, definitely. Especially when they do things like, for example, take the plastic shovel that girl broke and hit her right in the face with it. And broken plastic can have some sharp edges. Actually cut that girl’s nose pretty badly.” He gestures at his own nose, wiggling his fingers up along the bridge. “See, I was being a little shit and getting carried away with everybody else’s opinion of her. Not that I meant to slice her face open, mind you, that part actually scared the living daylights out of me. But she was mean and everyone hated her, so of course it was fine for me to hurt her, right?”

She wonders if he is actually trying to intimidate her with this. If he’s maybe not aware that he’s been doing that in substantially more effective ways this entire time and really just ruined a good part of the effect by making her think about him as a little brat on the playground.

Her amused answering chuckle comes a lot easier to her now. “It seems to me that somebody simply failed to teach you a proper understanding of manners.”

And that, somehow, is what makes the man break out into a wide grin. “Funny that you would go ahead and make my point for me.” His hands are up in the air and flailing around suddenly and Haruka instinctively leans back a little, even though they’re not nearly standing close enough for her to get hit.

“I mean, to be honest, the situation alone was already jarring enough to teach me a thing or two, but some serious talks about violence and respect for others with my parents definitely helped as well. Now imagine how differently that could have gone if they had been too afraid to say anything. Too put out by all this unpleasantness to take action and make sure I came away from that whole thing with the correct lesson in mind. I wonder if enforcing the impression that this sort of violent behavior gave me power over others would have led to some screwed up perceptions of myself and my place in life.”

“Dear, I believe you are babbling.”

“Probably.” He snaps his fingers once and stops gesturing quite so frantically. “Here’s the gist of it: Your responsibility as a mother is more important than your moronic fears of things you don’t understand. And that kid becoming the little tyrant I suspect he was is entirely on you.”

Haruka can feel her smile wanting to slip into a grimace, to show her teeth and snarl some choice words on how much of the lawyer’s business any of this actually is.

But there are two angry, unpredictable espers and a mentally challenged former terrorist just outside and nobody nearby who could come to her aid in time.

The smile stays where it is. “You have made your opinion quite clear,” she says, proud of how she manages to keep an even, easy-going tone.

“Glad to hear,” the man says, whipping his hand through the air once again before pointedly holding out his palm towards her. “That’d be seven thousand yen consultation fee, plus one thousand to cover traveling expenses and fifteen thousand legal advisory fee, taxes not included, makes twenty-six thousand four hundred fifty total, cash please.”

And it’s not as if Haruka wasn’t expecting this, but the angry tremble in her fingers as she grabs the money from the sideboard next to her and shoves it at the lawyer is still hard to hide. “Keep the change,” she sing-songs through clenched teeth. “I hope your parents are very proud of the kind of person you have become.”

“They’re working on it,” he says, stuffing the money straight into his pocket and pointing rudely at her. “Which is much more than anyone could say about you.”

With the last of her cash crumpled up inside his pocket, the lawyer turns away and swiftly leaves her apartment.

It’s the overwhelming relief at his departure that clears Haruka’s thoughts.

Just enough for her to finally notice that he never showed her a business card or any other form of identification.

The dawning realization that he was most likely not a real lawyer is cold and furious. She closes her eyes, leans her head back with a deep breath.

“Fuck,” she says softly to the ceiling.

The smile is gone. It left an ache in her lips.

[teru-teru-bozu]

First Date

A Takumi x Teru fic. 

This was just supposed to be short but then I lost control and *wheeze* 

Features Benkei as Best Bro™, Kana as Best Wingwoman, and texting

Teru was not a creep. He was not a creep, at all.

“Dude, that’s pretty creepy.”

“It’s not!” Teru protested.

Benkei raised an eyebrow, looking at the notepad in Teru’s hands. “Keeping a list of Takumi’s hobbies, schedule, areas he frequents, and his responses to you is not creepy?”

“It’s scientific inquiry!”

“You failed science in highschool!”

Teru slammed his forehead into his notepad as Benkei laughed at his wit. Teru and he had been through hell together on their volleyball matches—they were both members of their University’s volleyball team—and they’d been to cloud nine together as well, in the raucous parties with Hinata and the rest. If anyone asked Teru who his best friend was, he’d point at the large beefcake of a man and say, “This asshole.” That description was applicable, now more than ever.

Teru sighed. He wasn’t usually like this, so easily defeated by a person’s remark, but something strange was happening to him now. Something that was making his heart beat quickly and his mind so confused that he actually started writing down observations and tips. He glared at the notepad that was in his hands. It wasn’t that creepy, and Benkei was simply exaggerating! For starters, Teru didn’t have Takumi’s schedule—though hell knows that’d be useful, he thought to himself—and his ideas of areas that the art student frequented were the same ideas any five-year old would have.

But he had listed down Takumi’s responses to him as of late, and the actions that had produced those responses. Teru glared down at the list. Using the Spanish tradition of singing to court Takumi had only obtained a “If you want to sing on campus, you should join the music club.” Complimenting the man incessantly had only caused Takumi to suddenly look nauseated, and to mumble some excuse to get away. And, one of Teru’s bolder moves of simply hugging him had obtained an elbow jab from Takumi and a slap from Yuko that he had narrowly evaded.

Teru could still feel the sting of sharp nails hitting his ear. There were more actions he had undertaken, but all had produced more or less the same result. Teru slammed the notepad into the park bench he was on.

“Benkei!” Teru yelled, standing up. “Why the hell is this happening to me?! This has never happened to me!” He buried his hands into his hair. “This shouldn’t be happening to me! I’m way too handsome for this!”

Benkei slammed a fist into Teru’s scalp, and gave him one of the most painful noogies of his life. “You idiot!” Benkei’s loud voice drowned out Teru’s protests. “Why don’t you just tell him outright? Relying on stupid maneuvers like this isn’t like you!”

I know that! But something was changing him, making his heart beat like thunder in his chest, making his hands shake and  his mind blank, something—someone—with dark hair and dark, dark eyes—

Teru screeched and wrestled himself free, and accidentally fell on the grass. Benkei continued, “Just tell him. Straightforward, efficient—isn’t that the way you do things?”

Teru bit his lip. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to tell him,” he muttered. His heart beat wildly and a thousand butterflies swarmed in his stomach at the simple thought of just telling Takumi—

“Is that fear I hear?” Benkei said, and now he had taken on the mocking tone he used whenever Teru was tiring during their training. “Are you afraid?” He asked, leering.

“Like hell I am!” Teru snapped.

Benkei raised a brow.

“...a little.”

Benkei smiled. “I’ve got your back, mate. Kana told me that the art students’ classes end in ten minutes, so you’ve got all the time in the world to run across campus and compose a speech.” He did that strange meme pose. “Come on, man. Just do it! Don’t let your dreams be dreams!”

Teru stared at the notepad he had half-crumpled against the bench. He could see the list of actions he had prepared; at the bottom of it, read in scrawled words half-scratched out: Just confess.

Yeah, okay.

  Those were the longest and shortest ten minutes of his life.

Teru waited at the end of his school’s covered walkway, his eyes always turning to where the Fine Arts building was. People were already filtering out. His foot wouldn’t stop tapping, and his mind was slowly fraying at the edges due to his anxiety. Teru gripped his hand, tight. His mind was about to spiral into darkness when he finally spotted him.

Dark hair surrounding an elegantly angled face, and those brown, focused eyes that had caught Teru’s attention in the first place. Before Teru could calm himself down, his throat had already betrayed him.

“Takumi!” he yelled, and the man froze in place. Takumi’s eyes darted towards the direction of the sound, and locked with Teru’s.

He’d like to say that it was a romantic experience... But it wasn’t so romantic when the man did a complete 180 and began walking the other way. Teru shoved at the other students and ran.

‘Am I in a Shoujo Manga?’ was what ran through his head as he sped along the walkway, people gasping and yelping as he ran with an urgency that would make squirrels proud. “Takumi! Wait!” he yelled, but that only caused the man to walk faster. There’s no way he can outpace the school’s libero! Teru thought, and he called for him again. Distantly, he heard people whispering at why Teru would be calling for someone like Takumi.

What the hell does that mean?! He wondered as he finally reached his target, and latched a hand around his arm.

“Takumi—“

Takumi turned. “What the hell do you want?!”He snapped.

Teru flinched and withdrew his hand. Something like a cold, cold weight fell into his stomach and he felt nausea, anxiety and tears choke at his throat.

Is—is he mad? Have I annoyed him? Have I inconvenienced him somehow? Have I—Have I—his breathing became rapid, and it wasn’t from running. Teru clutched at his hand again, and his short nails scratching at him cleared his head.

He saw the other students around them, whispering to each other, the word Takumi audible from the gossiping.

No. No. It’s not at me he’s angry at, it’s them, they’re not minding their own business!

...Please let it be them.

Takumi continued to glare, still waiting for a reply.

“Takumi,” Teru said, smiling his best smile. “Can you come with me, please?”

---

 I want to go home. I just want to go home, finish my piece, and get some sleep.

Sadly, that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Takumi had been finally led to some bench in the campus park, and Teru sat on the bench opposite to him.

Looking at Teru’s face and his long hair, slightly messy from running, Takumi decided that he was very annoyed. And when he saw a couple more students lounging on the grass, pretending to study but obviously flicking their eyes toward the two of them, Takumi decided that he was very, very annoyed.

Not only have I been jostled into someone’s company, now I must be watched as well. I want to go home.

“What did you want to tell me?” Takumi asked, quick and curt.

Teru started fiddling with his hair. “Well, I’ve been wanting to ask... if it’s not too much an inconvenience...”

“Spit it out,” Takumi grumbled. He had no time for this nonsense.

Teru bit his lip, breathed in deep, then exhaled. “...Takumi—“ he paused.

“What?”

“Would—would you go on a date with me?”

Takumi’s mind went blank.

Then it went suspicious.

Takumi remembered all too well of the pranks that had been played on him across the years, simply because of his orientation and his style. A dodge ball had been thrown into his face, his books had been slapped out of his hand too much like those cliché high school movies, and derogatory insults had been scrawled over his belongings. And, of course, he had received many “love confessions” and “date invites”, only for the inquirers to suddenly burst into laughter once they saw hope flicker on Takumi’s face.

He had learned, long ago, to keep his emotions inside a shell and to keep his face as still as a rock no matter what happened. This moment was no different.

Takumi narrowed his eyes. “Is this some sort of prank?” Those ‘inquirers’ of his had always been popular, impulsive shits like the one in front of him right now.

Teru blinked, taken aback. “...A prank? Of course not!”

Takumi grit his teeth. Where the hell were Teru’s friends? Was one of them recording this moment, waiting for the second Takumi would say ‘yes’ before laughing from a nearby bush? No one in their right mind would ask me out... He clenched his fist, and his voice had taken on a venomous tone. “I’ve had enough of this crap.”

He motioned to stand, but Teru latched a hand around his wrist.   “Must I say it?!” he cried, voice gone pitches higher. “I have a crush on you, Takumi!”

He said that loudly. Too loudly. The students who were “studying” were definitely looking this way now, and weren’t even bothering to hide it.

“Are you listening?!” Teru demanded, lowering his hands and slamming them into his own lap. “I have a crush on you!”

Takumi was no stranger to this prank, yet he felt his heart beat more quickly of its own accord. His mind was trying to rationalize this, observing areas where Teru’s fellow shits could be hiding, keeping his eyes alert for any change in Teru’s expression that would reveal the truth.

“You’re joking.”

“Joking?!” Teru’s voice was now strangled. “Then why the—why the hell do you think I’ve been courting you for the past three weeks?!”

Courting..? Did he mean those horrific incidents where Teru had started strumming his guitar out of nowhere, rained compliments on him out of nowhere, had strangled his midsection out of nowhere, among a hundred others? Those horrific incidents that made Yuko and Takeko nudge his sides and wink at him? Those?

His mind was trying to rationalize this, and it—somewhat had. No way in hell...

“You’re joking,” Takumi said, but this time it was for another reason entirely.

Teru groaned in exasperation. “How do you want me to prove it? Do you want me to kiss you?”

Takumi jumped like he had been scalded; he nearly fell over the bench and would’ve faceplanted, if Teru hadn’t caught him by the shoulders.

“I’m sorry! I...“ Teru paused, realizing how close they were to each other now.

Am I in a Shoujo Manga?! Takumi shoved at Teru, and the other retreated immediately with his face burning red.

“I’m sorry! That—that was inappropriate—”

He said some more words, but Takumi couldn’t make them out—not over the sound of his blood roaring in his ears, of his heart pounding so strongly that he could feel his pulse in every section of his body. When was the last time he had felt like this, flustered and genuinely... flattered? When was the last time he felt giddiness down to his toes?

“Takumi?” Teru asked again.

Takumi blinked. “...yes?”

“Are you listening..?” he was starting to pout now, very much like a puppy. That’s a little... cute.

“I’m sorry,” Takumi replied, and it was genuine. “I was lost in thought—what were you saying?” Stop pouting, please!

“...will you go on a date with me?”

Takumi thought. He put his hand to his chin and frowned, and began to consider his options. On the one hand... socialization. Lost free time. He’d lose that time, and he was going to spend it on a loud, popular boy who was probably like all the other loud, popular boys who would ditch Takumi once he began to show who he really was.

But is he really like that? Takumi wondered. If he were, Yuko would’ve murdered him long ago...

Well, at least saying ‘yes’ would stop Teru’s outlandish efforts of trying to annoy him—sorry, court him. (That idea was still foreign in Takumi’s head).

And Yuko would murder him if he does anything.

Takumi knew enough economics to understand the principle of Risk versus Reward. And thus, he sighed, and said:

“Yeah, okay.”

---

[17:35] Takumi!!! :) This is Teru. Do you know about the Kakizawa Museum?

[17:35] I’ve heard about it.

[17:35] What have you heard about it? C:

[17:36] Hyugan classical art, but those painted in the classical western styles.

[17:36] That’s all you know about it?! Really??

[17:37] I’ve never been there before.

[17:37] This Saturday, 1 pm. I’ll pick you up. Is that okay? C:

[17:37] Takumi??????

[17:38] Takumi!!!!!!!!!!!!

[17:40] Fine.

  “Benkei!! What the hell do I wear?! How do I style my hair?! Are you listening to me?!”

“Shut up! I’m still thinking... what do you think, Hinata?” “Look awesome. But not too awesome, get it? He might be repulsed or frightened. Eh... maybe softer colors.”

“Have your hair loose, too. The girlier you look, the less ravenous you seem.”

“Girly?! Ravenous?!”

---

 “Today’s the day!” Yuko exclaimed, opening the room to his door. “E-hey, Takumi, today’s the day—are you planning on wearing that?”

Tch. Takumi had hoped that he could escape Yuko and her protective-motherly way of meddling with his business. It appeared that today was not that day.

“So what if I am?” Takumi grumbled, glaring at her before glaring at his bedside mirror. A man with messy black hair and sleep-deprived skin glared back at him, a man also sporting a green shirt and Takumi’s school hoodie. What, do I need to wear a suit or something?

Yuko frowned. “Won’t you look a little nicer for your date..?”

“Yuko, first off, the only person I dress nicely for is me.” The strange feelings Takumi had in reaction to the confession had worn off and been replaced by reluctance. Takumi would’ve backed out, if it weren’t for the prospect of visiting Kakizawa. He straightened his jacket and self-consciously pulled at a stray thread in his shirt. “Second off, I don’t even know Teru. Why do I have to look nice for a stranger?”

“Well, if you’re comfortable...“ A beep from Takumi’s phone cut her off. Takumi sighed and dug it out of his pocket, and sure enough, there was an overly enthusiastic “I’m here!! C:” in his push notifications.

Reading through Takumi’s sigh and the beep from the phone, Yuko realized what was going on and grinned at him. “Well, let’s go downstairs, shall we?”

Sure enough, Teru was waiting outside in front of a red Honda that Takumi assumed was his. Or rented, whatever. I don’t care. There was a chilly breeze in the air, and Takumi shoved his hands in his pockets. He stared at the ground as he walked towards his... ‘date.’

“Hey Yuko!” Teru said, waving at her, then his voice lowered. “You’re handsome as always, Takumi.”

Even though Takumi had heard about a thousand compliments from this man already, hearing another one always made his stomach jump in a very sickening manner. Pushing away the nausea, Takumi noticed that Teru looked a bit... softer? His untied hair was falling over his shoulders, his glasses were slightly askew, and he had a brown jacket over a pastel blue shirt. He was looking at Takumi with absolutely puppy-like enthusiasm.

Is he... expecting me to compliment him back?

What an idiot.

“Let’s get going,” Takumi muttered, and before Teru had a chance to, Takumi opened the car door for himself.

 To say that the car ride was horrible would be an understatement. It was a long ride—in fact, one of the reasons why Takumi had never been to Kakizawa was that it was a whole prefecture away—and worse, Teru kept on trying to start a conversation when Takumi gave every single signal that he didn’t want to. Even worse was when he started to crack jokes that were really not funny at all, and said puns that made Takumi want to jump out of the car and onto the highway. Fortunately, after twenty minutes of that nonsense, Teru simply asked for Takumi’s favorite radio station and set it there, before promptly shutting up. Takumi thanked the spirits for that.

But it was still a long ride, and so Takumi thanked the spirits again when they finally arrived and got inside the museum. A wave of cool, air-conditioned air hit him, and he breathed it in, and even stretched a little when Teru was off arranging the admission or whatever.

Kakizawa... Takumi’s eyes devoured what part of the museum he could see, and he felt a wild emotion akin to excitement. Spirits, how long have I wanted to go here? It looked as good and calm as it did in those promotional photographs—floors of white, with white walls sloping towards the middle, giving the museum its signature triangle shape. Modern architecture hosting art of the classical style... it made the art fanatic in Takumi squeal. And even though he was just in the museum lobby, he could already see Kakizawa’s proudest collection: Tsu Station, by Takeshiro Kanokogi. It depicted a somber woman in a kimono overlooking the construction of a train station; the station was slowly destroying the beauty of her home, turning the ground black and covering the sunset sky with barbed wires.

Takumi had to write an essay on it, once, and everything he said—it shows Hyuga’s 19th century clash of traditionalism and urbanization through its subject as well as its shadow, a truly striking work—was genuine. But he had only seen it in internet photos. And now...

Takumi suddenly realized that he was already in front of the painting. He looked around, wary for someone about to tell him off—but no one did. In fact, the museum was completely empty, if not for some staff and security.

That makes it even better.

“Takumi!”

Fuck.

Teru was approaching, along with a smiling woman in a suit. “Do you want a tour guide? She’s offering—“

“No,” Takumi muttered. He looked at the lady. “No thank you, ma’am.”

She bowed before taking her leave. Teru rubbed the back of his nape. “Well, it’s not like this place is too big anyways... where to first?” He asked, smiling and reaching for Takumi’s arm—

Takumi jerked back. “Don’t touch me,” he hissed. “I’m not your boyfriend.”

Teru lowered his hand, and though Takumi searched for a sign of disappointment, dejectedness or any trait of a fuckboy simply being told to stop, he didn’t see one.

“Maybe not yet.” Teru was smiling, and Takumi’s stomach did another uncomfortable flip. What the fuck. “Lead the way, Takumi.”

Takumi walked towards and inside the first gallery, and he immediately forgot about all discomfort. The walls were all decorated with the artworks that he had fawned over, sought to imitate, yet and only ever saw on a screen. Takumi strode towards them quickly, his eyes and mind hungry for the sight of that iconic piece from the 19th century and this famous Aimitsu painting, his observations never missing the sfumato techniques or the thick brush strokes. Takumi could barely hide a smile, or an awed expression, or muttered whispers as he suddenly remembered the title of this or that piece. Those lines... that shading... those colors, that pose, that realism! He saw human figure after human figure, scenery after scenery, over the course of what was probably two hours—yet he wasn’t getting tired physically or mentally. Takumi knew that he must have been spending too much time on each painting, but he didn’t care. His hands were already itching for his pencils, that was how inspired this was making him.

“Takumi.” The voice came from his left, and Takumi reluctantly tore his eyes away from Study of the Shore to glance at Teru, who was staring at him. Has he been looking at the paintings at all? Takumi wondered, irritated.

“Why do you like art so much?” Teru asked. Looks like his two hours of silence were up.

It’s a conversation bait. It’s a conversation bait.

But damn if it wasn’t good bait. Takumi had already formed mental essays and the greatest of personal anecdotes of why loved art, but he never really had the chance to say it. Might as well say it here, in a gallery, to a... date.

“I love art because it’s a lie.”

Teru stared. Takumi walked from Study of the Shore to another painting, this one was a distinctly Western Renaissance take on a Hyugan subject: a Rokurokubi, her face impossibly beautiful and her body in an ethereal light, only a hint of her scaly neck present.

“Art is a medium for feelings and a way of escape, but most of all it’s a lie. Think of the most famous works—more often than not, they take inspiration from myths and history’s battles, and they gloss over bloody reality to make it beautiful.” Takumi smiled at the rokurokubi. He remembered what he wrote in his essay before—people never die in beautiful mid-motion as this painting suggests; they die ugly, crushed by their horses or disfigured by bullets. “Art captures reality, augments it, fabricates it. Art soothes the soul, and it’s a medium meant for dreamers. But that’s because it changes reality into what we might wish it to be,” he added with a hint of bitterness. Most of Takumi’s works had figures in clandestine light—an antithesis to what really went on in his head, but it was still what he ended up creating.

Takumi glanced at Teru. Perhaps he wasn’t expecting something so heavy—but Teru looked very thoughtful.

“It’s certainly more beautiful than most lies,” Teru said.

Takumi walked towards another painting—and froze. Is that—is that--? He strode toward it quickly, and clapped a hand over his mouth.

Perhaps it was because Teru had already gotten him to speak, or because Takumi had legitimately wanted to see this painting for some time, because he ended up saying the title aloud.

“The Emperor and his Court!” Takumi exclaimed. He took a closer look, marveling at its signature style of using oriental Hyugan paints to create a baroque look. “This is the most famous work of Basho, I had no idea it would be here...” It depicted Emperor Satsuma the First regally sitting on his throne, studying his court with a grim expression.

Teru snorted. “He looks like he needs to take a shit.”

Takumi gaped at him. “This is—“ I just told you how much I adore art! “this is one of the most iconic Hyugan paintings, and you just insulted—“

Teru sighed. “It was just a joke, Takumi.”

Takumi felt something rush in him—anger. Of course he would insult what was obviously one of Takumi’s favorite works right after Takumi described how important art was to him. That’s because he’s not listening. What did Takumi expect? What did he think Teru was like? Was he hoping that he might actually be—

Takumi suddenly, very much wanted to punch Teru in his face. And it wasn’t just because of the stupid painting—Teru’s words had little more than brushed him off, disallowing him a reply, he didn’t even apologize, and, and—

How many people had insulted him, hurt him, all while saying it was just a “joke”?

“I’ve had enough,” Takumi snapped, turning away. I just told you how important art is to me... His mood had dived face-first into the ground.

“Wha—but I thought you liked this place!”

“I don’t want to be here if I have to be around you.” That ill “joke” was enough to drive Takumi from socializing ever again. Worse, it made him remember things he’d rather forget. Takumi briskly headed for the exit.

“I’m sorry—I truly am!” Panic—real panic—was edging on Teru’s voice. “Wait, Takumi!”

Takumi felt a hand close around his wrist.

“Don’t touch me!” Takumi shouted, shaking him off.

“I’m sorry,” Teru said, his voice hoarse. “But please... I want to show you something. It’s the reason for me bringing you here. Please, just look at one more painting?” His smile was fragile.

Takumi’s stare was cold.

Teru bit his lip and added, “Yuko wants to you look at it too.”

“..Fine,” Takumi assented, crossing his arms. “For Yuko.”

They passed by more and more beautiful works, and it was all that Takumi could do to not run up to one of them and study it. I’ll be back, he told the paintings. I’ll be back... one day.

That wasn’t too reassuring.

They’ve been walking for quite a while that Takumi was starting to get annoyed—is this some ruse to make me change my mind? “What do you want me to look at?” Takumi grumbled.

“The 21st century gallery,” Teru said, walking ahead of him. “Some universities donate their students’ work and put them there. Other works are curated, others donated by third parties.”

“You know a lot. You take all of your first dates here?”

“That’s not the case, Takumi.” His tone was less enthusiastic than usual. Good, Takumi thought.

And sure enough, the two of them passed through a doorway with 21st Century set at the top with gold letters. Takumi sighed at what he saw.

Everything in the past gallery was beautiful, but the paintings here... the syncretism of classicism and modernity, Takumi thought. He noticed a boldness to them that he couldn’t quite explain—perhaps it was because of the dawn of a new millenia that had made these artists use brighter colors, more daring, morbid subjects, with brave splashes and strokes here and there. Takumi noticed the university crests, and remembered what Teru had said. These were all made by people as young as me, probably younger... Takumi’s eyes drifted to his feet as he walked. He didn’t want to look at them anymore.  He might end up hating his art more than he already did.

Takumi saw that they were approaching a painting that was surrounded by onlookers—an old man and some youths, maybe it was an art professor and his students? Takumi’s insides squirmed at approaching a crowd.

“Teru, I don’t—“ but whatever words he was going to say died in his mouth. One youth walked away to look at another piece, and this gave Takumi a clear view of what they were crowding over.

Takumi’s stomach dropped.

What... what the hell? There’s no way... he walked ahead, wanting to see if his eyes were lying to him, if this work was just similar to another and he just got it mixed up—

But he didn’t. This wasn’t a mix-up—he knew this painting well, along with each gentle brush stroke, each spot of green and red. He knew its tree well, and the red figures dancing beneath it, and the careful lighting of the sky—he knew it as well as if he had painted it himself. Which he did.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the painting, the characters for Takumi were scrawled in the shadows.

“What—“ Takumi’s throat closed up. His heart was pounding, and he felt a strange tremor running down to his fingertips. Confusion racked him, and his mind—his mind ever wary of the world ready to crush any speck of joy into dust—made him more disbelieving than anything else. How the hell is this here? Teru must’ve been screwing with him! Did he place my work here?

But the plaque next to the painting drove that ridiculous thought away.

           False Bliss by Takumi T.

           The greatest example of the rococo revival, ‘False Bliss’ exemplifies every characteristic of the classical arts while keeping its unique modernity. Praised for its dynamic angle and one of a kind composition, this work was donated by M. Taketa, who obtained this painting in an auction held last November in Satsuma University.

Takumi took a shaking step back. He didn’t follow what happened to his artworks once he submitted them, because he feared for his inspiration if he found out that his works had been ignored like the trash they were. But this... Someone had actually bought his work? And someone else had placed it here—in this cloister of masterpieces?

I can’t breathe. “This... this shouldn’t be here...”

“What are you talking about?” And this time, Takumi was surprised it wasn’t Teru’s annoying voice breaking his thoughts, but rather an old man’s. The mustached probably-art-professor was glaring at him. “I dare say this is the best work of all in this gallery! Do you not see the artists’ masterful use of grandeur and lighting, yet keeping it from impossibility by his use of shadow? And that composition...” the old man sighed, and turned his eyes back to it. “Simply wonderful. The eyes are drawn to the figures and nothing else. This is my favorite work, actually. I often advise my students to emulate it... How dare you insult it!”

Takumi’s breath hitched when the man’s sharp eyes turned back to him, then to the crest on his jacket. “Ah, you’re from Satsuma! Do you happen to know the painter behind this? Many of my students want to interview him, myself as well, honestly...”

“No, I-I—“ Takumi took shaking steps back. The students with the man—they were actually looking at False Bliss and taking notes, as if it were some classical masterpiece! And his work was on a frame, with the proper lighting to truly bring its details to life, on a wall with other masterpieces as if it were on the same level as those—

He felt nauseated, he felt queasy—the way you did when you ate too many sweets, when you’re on top of a mountain overlooking an exhilarating view, when you had too much happiness inside you that your stomach did one too many flips.

Takumi’s heart was pounding. He had his hands clapped over his mouth, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. People like it... people actually like my—my—

For once, his mind refused to use the word ‘trash’.

Teru sidled next to him, so that they were standing shoulder-to-shoulder. He was looking at False Bliss, too. “It is a beautiful painting,” Teru said, sounding wistful. “...I brought you here for this, you know. When I asked Yuko, she said that you needed confidence—some bad experiences, apparently.”

Takumi was so emotionally confused that he couldn’t even bring himself to get angry at Yuko.

“And, well, you didn’t know about this, so...” Teru trailed off and sighed. “I just wanted you to know that whatever happened to you, it doesn’t have the right to lock you up in a shell. You can make great things, beautiful things, and this is proof of that.” Teru looked at him and smiled sadly. “So here you are.”

Now Takumi felt more nauseated than before. His stomach was flipping and his heart was beating much much faster than usual. ‘Why are you being so nice, you idiot? I don’t know you, I’ve been nothing but cold to you...’ He was just about to muster those words out, but then his stomach rudely interrupted with words of its own.

Takumi flushed, and glanced at his watch—5 PM. He hadn’t even noticed that he was hungry, or that so much time had passed.

Teru chuckled. “They’ve actually got a café here! It’s on the top floor.” He tilted his head towards the doorway, his long hair falling to reveal his neck. Takumi was alarmed by how appealing that gesture looked.

“Let’s eat for a while,” Teru was saying as they began to walk, “then I’ll take you home.”

Guilt punched Takumi in the gut. He began to fiddle with his sleeve again, uncomfortable. If Teru had really brought him here just so that he could see his own work in a place among masterpieces, apparently to make him feel “better about himself”... then in comparison, he had been acting like a dick all afternoon.

“...Teru.”

Teru stopped walking. “Yes?”

Takumi was fiddling so much that he made three stray threads.

“When we... finish up at the café,” Takumi said, looking at the floor to (ineffectively) hide his blush, “Let’s keep looking at the other galleries.”

Teru smiled, so widely and so genuinely that Takumi’s stomach flipped again. He blushed, irritated. Don’t look so happy! He thought angrily as a strange sensation surged through him. I just want to look at art, it’s not like I want to spend time with you, idiot...

They kept walking.

----

 “I didn’t know that you knew my work was in Kakizawa Museum, Yuko.”

“Woah, it is? I didn’t know! Congratulations, Takumi.”

 ---

[19:20] Bro!!! How was it, man?

[19: 20] Let’s just say that I’m happy I’m a good actor, Benkei.

[19: 20] Oh... it didn’t go well?

[19: 20] It did. It went well. Takumi enjoyed it! ...There was just a moment when I thought I might end up crying. But it all went well by the end—I’m happy.

[19: 20] That’s good then. Yo, guess what! Hinata took out some pizza!! Hurry the fuck back here!!!

[gutter-guy-100]

And There Were Daffodils in Her Eyes

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Minori and Mob had fallen into their own comfortable silence. They both sat drinking their tea, the room only filled with the distance sounds of traffic on the street a few floors below them. Usually when Mob is quiet it makes Minori anxious, but for some reason she feels more at ease is this moment. Maybe it’s the smell of lavender that filled the room, or the cool breeze that drifted in from the open window, or the hot tea that warmed Minori’s body with every sip, but she felt comfortable.

The peacefulness that had set over the room disappeared almost immediately when the door to the office suddenly swung open, a loud voice following it, “The nerve of some people in this city, I swear!” Minori perked up from her seat and looked towards the cause of the sudden commotion. A man in a grey suit stood at the doorway, just his presence alone seemed to fill the entire atmosphere with energy. “You’d think if a client is making a house call they’d be a bit more hospitable, but some people these days just have no manners.” He shut the office door and made his way over to the desk.

“What happened?” Mob asks as he meets his master at the desk.

“Haunted family antique. I had to smash it and the client’s were not very happy about it. I told them that's just how it is sometimes when it comes to spirits. I could have really used you there Mob. Write down ‘unhappy with excellent service’ on the Nakano file.” The man talks fast and with spastic flourished hand movements, Minori almost can't believe someone so flamboyant and loud could be Mob’s master.

Minori shifts uncomfortably in her seat,wondering if she should wait for Mob’s master to notice her or if she should speak up. She’s actually surprised that the man hadn’t noticed her yet, it's not exactly the largest office. Right when she finally feels the urge to speak up a pair of unfamiliar brown eyes meet hers. The man turns his complete attention towards Minori.

“Mob, you didn’t tell me that we had a client.” Minori quickly stood to her feet as Reigen made his way over to greet her, “How are you doing today, miss? I’m Reigen Arataka, Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century!” Reigen extended his hand and Minori quickly met it with her own and shook his hand. “How can we help you?”

“Asagiri-san isn’t a client.”

“Oh?” Reigen brought a finger to his chin and looked Minori up and down, “A friend of Mob’s? You don’t bring too many friends around the office, Mob.”

“I um,” Minori dug through her schoolbag and produced the white envelope, “You really helped me and my father, we wanted to properly that you.” Reigen took the envelope and carefully opened it, “He apologizes for not being able to give it to you himself, but he’s been held up at work.”

Reigen scanned the letter and then looked back at Minori, “Ah, right. The Asagiri family. No thanks is needed really, we were just doing our job, right Mob?” Mob, now standing at Reigen’s side, just nods.

“Well, he said that you declined the payment, so he wanted to know if there was another way we could thank you.”

A hand clasps her shoulder. She meets Reigen’s eyes that seemed to study her, “The best thanks you could give us is to continue living your life to the fullest. We didn’t save your life for you to go and waste it, understand?”

Minori feelt a lump grow in her throat that she couldn't quite swallow down. She blinked once, twice, and suddenly there were tears streaming down her cheeks, “Th-thank you R-Reigen-san…”

Both Mob and Reigen tense up at the sudden waterfall of tears running down Minor’s cheeks, “Mob, don’t just stand there, get the girl some tissues!”

“Ah, sorry!” He scrambles to the desk to grab the box of tissues and handed them to Minori, “A-are you okay, Asagiri-san?”

Minori blew her nose and wiped her tears with the back of her wrist. “Thank you Mob-kun, I’m fine really.” She looked back over to Reigen, “Really, if you ever need anything, me and my father are in your debt. Thank you.”

~~~~~

Friday morning Minori received a text from Teru that just said ‘come dressed in training clothes today’. Minori had sent a text back to ask why, but he never responded. Minori spent the whole day wondering what Teru could possibly have planned for her. She had missed two days of training in a row and something told her that he wasn’t going to ease her back into it. The only thing that she owned that really resembled training clothes was her gym uniform, so that’s what she showed up in.

When she got to their normal meeting place in the awakening lab she noticed that it was a little more cleared up that usual. The usual miscellaneous training equipment was all cleared out and the entire room was empty. That is, except for Teru and a very familiar looking redhead.

Teru turned his attention to Minori and smiled, “Welcome back Asagiri-san, I’m glad to have you. Even if you are five minutes late.”

“Oh, um, am I?” Minori checked the time on her phone, five minutes passed five o’clock. "Sorry."

“Don’t worry about it, we have more important things to worry about. Asagiri-san, I’d like you to meet my friend,” Teru motioned with his hand over to a short redheaded boy who was leaning against the back wall of the room, “This is-”

“We met already.” Shou made his way over to Minori, a smile crept over his face, “I knew I felt a strong aura from you yesterday. So you’re hanging out with Shige and now Teru, you must be a big deal, huh?”

Minori darted her eyes to the side to avoid direct eye contact with Shou. Something about his stare made her very uncomfortable, “I’m really not, I just really needed help with controlling my powers.”

“With my help Asagiri-san has already come very far. Asagiri, I think you’re ready to test your barrier, I want you to participate in a little spar.”

Minori’s eyes grew wide, “Y-you want me to fight you?!”

Teru made a noise that resembled something between a scoff and a genuine laugh, “Oh, God no! You’re not anywhere near ready to take on me. That’s why Suzuki-kun is here.”

“Oh, fuck you Teru. He’s making me fight you because he doesn’t wanna mess up his manicure.”

“I am asking you to train with her so I can observe.” The two exchanged a look that Minori would hardly describe as friendly. Teru turned to Minori, “I want to test the strength of your barrier and see how well you can defend yourself in battle.”

“But why? It’s not like I’m going to be fighting anyone, right?” Minori felt her stomach churn at just the thought of having to use her powers to fight others.

Teru shrugs as he walked to a corner of the room, “Better to be prepared for the worst, you never know when an attacker will be knocking at your door.”

Minori looked to Shou with worried-filled eyes, “What does he mean by that? I’m not in danger, am I? I'm not going to have to fight anyone, right?”

Shou smirked and raised a hand towards Minori, “Put up a barrier.”

“Wha-” Minori had no time to react when she’s smacked with a surge of psychic energy that knocks the air right out of her lungs. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms in front of her body to produce a barrier. Green energy surrounded her body and protected her from the second hit that Shou throws at her.

“A little too late for that barrier, don’t you think? You need faster reflexes.”

Minori groaned and turned to face Teru, “I know, but he didn’t give me time to-”

“An opponent isn’t going to wait for you to concentrate on putting up a barrier. You’re losing your focus now.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t take your eyes off of your enemy.” Minori turned around to find herself face to face with Shou. He blasted her with another surge of energy. This time her barrier is up, but the blast still sent her flying back a few feet.

Minori smiled, “Ha! Pretty strong barrier, right?”

“I can already see it cracking and I’m not even using half of my power! Come on, you can do better than that, right?” Shou winded back and threw a punch that smashed right through Minori’s barrier. Shou laughed, “Come on, this isn’t fun, it’s just pathetic.”

“Your first instinct should always be to put up another stronger barrier the moment your first one is smashed. Asagiri-san, I thought your reflexes were better than this. We’ve still got a lot of work to do, huh?”

Minori felt her face heat up, her emotions somewhere between angry and embarrassed. Her fists clench at her sides, she spoke through gritted teeth, “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Here, let me go and grab a few things. I’ll be right back.” Teru walked into the elevator, making eye contact with Shou before the door closed, “Play nice.”

“So, what’s your deal?”

Minori turned to face Shou, who was once again studying her with those icy eyes, “Um, what do you mean?”

“I mean, it’s not everyday Shigeo and Teru go out of their way to help someone out. What’s so special about you?”

“N-nothing really. I just needed help, Mob-kun and Teru-kun were kind enough to assist me. I’m not… I haven’t been the greatest person in the past, I’m lucky to have met Mob-kun.”

“Oh, I see.” Shou smiled, "I get your game now Asagiri. People like you are easy to read. You're some spoiled girl who's gotten everything she's ever wanted, and now you gotta work really hard to prove something to yourself. Maybe prove that you're more than just another mean little daddy's girl. Or maybe you’re trying to show Shige that you’re ‘a changed person’ or some dumb crap like that?” Minori’s balled her fists and visibly shook, this kid was somehow reading her like a children’s book, “Ha, that’s it, isn’t it? It's a pretty boring redemption story if you ask me. We’ve all seen it before. Just ask Teru."

Something about the way he laughed, the way he read her too well, the way Teru had been treating her, it all makes her snap. Old habits die hard. Her fists clench, she felt her nails digging into the palms of her hands. An all too familiar smirk stretched across her face as she remembered a detail she had found out about Shou.

"You know, I knew the name Suzuki sounded a little too familiar. You’re related to that esper that tried to take over the world a few months ago, right? That's one thing that made me really afraid of my powers, knowing that there are people like him who abuse their powers to hurt the weak. I never want to be like that. Actually, I'm surprised that Mob-kun trust you enough to let you stick around. They say that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree-"

Minori’s insolent rant was cut short when a fist connected to her stomach, leaving her breathless. She gasped quickly for air as tears stung her eyes. Doubled over in pain, she tilted her head up to be greeted by glaring ice-cold eyes.

"Don't start babbling about shit you know nothing about."

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

Shou threw another punch, but this time Minori had time to put up her barrier. A surge of psychic energy gathers at Minori's clenched fist as she straightened herself out. Green aura surrounded her as she winded back and swung a punch that only connected with the air. She stumbled forward and in a second her arm is grabbed and she's yanked into another punch in the gut. This time she fell to her hands and knees. She coughed up a small amount of blood and spit. Her stomach churns.  

“Seriously? You can't even take a punch?”

Minori closed her eyes and braced herself for another hit. But it never came. When she opened her eyes she saw Teruki. Who was restraining Shou in a tight headlock.

"Let go of me!" The smaller boy thrashed and kicked, throwing what almost resembled a temper tantrum.

"Have you lost your mind? Taking hits on a girl who doesn't have half of the skills that you do? You could have seriously hurt her." He looked down to Minori, "Are you okay?"

"I'm... fine. I'm okay."

Shou lashed out, knocking Teru in the ribs with his elbow. Teru let out a groan as he lost his grip around Shou's neck. "She started it!" His eyes met Minori's, making her blood run cold, "Don't talk tough shit if you can't take a weak punch.”

"Suzuki. That's enough."

“Whatever.” With that, in the blink of an eye, Shou disappeared before their very eyes. Minori felt her body tense.

"Wh-where did he go?! Was that teleportation or something?" She frantically scanned the room looking for him.

Teru scoffed, "No. it's just bending light." Then the 'ding' from the elevator went of, Minori watched as the doors opened. "Your little trick doesn't work when the only exit is the elevator, Suzuki."

A mumbled "Fuck off" was heard from an invisible source as the elevator door shuts.

Teru extended his hand to Minori, “You should be careful about what you say, Asagiri-san. There are some people you don’t want to make your enemy.”

Minori batted away his hand and stood to her feet, staggering a bit as she did, “I don’t need your advice. I can handle myself just fine, thanks.”

Teru crossed his arms over his chest, “Obviously you can’t. But, fine, go ahead and keep making dumb choices. Just know that I won’t be your backup the next time Suzuki decides to charge at you.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know what, I think we’re done for today. Monday I really want to work with your barrier though, okay?”

“Yeah. okay.”

[goodlucktai]

You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ to say ‘I love you’

MP100 Valentines Week

  Day 8; Confessions or first kiss pairing: terumob

Story tag

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Teruki's bag is waiting for him outside his front door when he gets home, a small bundle of fresh wildflowers nestled carefully on top -- and as he comes closer, he can feel the powerful impression of Shigeo’s affection as clearly as if Shigeo is standing right next to him, wrapping the sentiment around his shoulders like a borrowed coat.

“Oh,” he whispers for absolutely no one to hear, handling the flowers as carefully as spun glass; breathless with a feeling too heavy for him to hold on his own, and too precious for him to put down. “He’s always two steps ahead of me.”

It’s more of a comfort than anything else, and Teruki crouches right there in the outer hall even though his muscles ache and even his eyes are sore, digging his phone out of his bag to send Shigeo a text that says Thank you. 

And then, before he can rethink it, because Shigeo deserves better than a second-rate coward, Teruki sends another text right after the first that says Can I see you tomorrow?

The flowers go in a glass of water by the window, his dirty clothes in the hamper – and Teruki should shower, at the very least wash his face or do something with his hair, but he's too tired to do more than climb into a pair of pajamas and fall into bed. His body is exhausted and his head hurts. There's an unnatural heat curling under his skin that probably should worry him, and a jittery feeling keeping him on the wrong side of consciousness, keeping his fingers curled around his phone.

It’s almost ten o’clock on a school night, but the reply he's waiting for comes after a few minutes: 

Yes.

Teruki rolls over, pinning the phone to his chest in the cradle of his hands, and laughs breathlessly. He'll make things right – he will. He can't make a whole field of flowers bloom for Shigeo, but he can make a gesture of his own, one just as beautiful, he knows he can. It'll be the most romantic thing in the world, because anything less than that wouldn't be enough to convey even a fraction of these impossible feelings.

He falls asleep riding the backs of bright and brilliant ideas, and sleeps straight through his alarm in the morning.

“-- knew something was wrong. He’s very sick. What should I do?”

A hand on his forehead peels him slowly out of a dreamless sleep. Muted sunlight spills through the curtains at the window, and his eyes are hard to force open. Sweaty fringe sticks to his face, and the world tips and sways drunkenly when he tries to lift his head. 

“Shigeo?” he says stupidly, even though he knows better. It's a school day, isn’t it? And then his stomach gives a nasty lurch, and in the second it takes to bend over the side of the bed a wastebasket has seemingly materialized in front of him. 

Fingers comb damp hair back from his face, unfailingly gentle, cool against his flushed skin. Teruki leans into them, eyes half-lidded, and wonders what time it is.

“-- said no, I’m staying here. I’m not leaving him, shishou.”

There’s only one ‘shishou’ that Teruki knows, and he lifts his head so fast that he blacks out for a second or two. 

“Master Reigen?” Teruki asks. It comes out in a jumble, like word salad. He doesn’t let that discourage him. “Tell him -- ask him -- I need Shigeo. I’m supposed to see Shigeo today, I said I’d -- “

“That doesn’t matter,” the voice says, and it’s pointed towards him this time, a little closer, a little softer. The wastebasket is lifted away from him, and a second gentle hand joins the first, easing him back down into bed. Teruki clings to consciousness stubbornly. “Just go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when the medicine arrives.”

What? No, no -- 

“It does matter,” he contests hotly, and his vision is swimming but he thinks he can just vaguely make out a pale face floating close by. He glares at it. “Of course it does, what -- what else matters? I have to see him. I’ll go find him on my own if you won’t help me.”

“Of course you will,” the voice says, and a hand settles on his forehead, heavy with something purple-and-blue, something familiar that sends thoughts of sleep swirling through all his waking ones. Teruki’s traitorous eyes droop the rest of the way closed almost immediately. “Rest first, Teru. Shigeo can wait.”

But that isn’t fair, because Shigeo has waited already. He’s been waiting all this time and now he’ll have to wait even longer, and sooner or later he’ll get tired of waiting, won’t he? 

Teruki’s whole body hurts, but there’s a weight on his heart that hurts more. He's too used to companionship to lose it now. His apartment feels lonely when it’s empty, and he’s glad he has people to miss when they’re not around, and Shigeo ruined him for being alone anymore. He doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

“You won’t be,” the voice says, impossibly. It’s the last thing Teruki is aware of before he gives in to sleep. “Not ever.”

The next time Teruki wakes up, he’s not in his apartment. The unfamiliar bed is warm, the smell of detergent clinging to worn-soft sheets, and Teruki feels groggy and wrung-out and impossibly weighted as he forces himself upright. 

Almost immediately, a broad hand settles against his forehead. 

“Finally,” Reigen says, leaning back into the chair drawn up beside the bed. His expression gives nothing away, but his appearance is a little more rumpled than usual. “Your fever broke a few hours ago, but you’ve been sleeping like the dead since we brought you here."

Reigen’s apartment? “When was that?” he asks hoarsely, trying to keep up. 

“Yesterday. The morning after you left here in the first place. If you were this sick, you should have said something then, instead of taking off on your own.” The psychic’s tone is somehow both mild and stern. “What is it with you espers, anyway? Will you break out in hives from asking for help?”

It was the jump, Teruki realizes belatedly, in the functional part his mind. Even with as much as he’s used to teleporting in small increments, the human body isn’t designed to fold through space the way his did; especially not in such a big way, and especially not when his physical and mental stores were already wrung dry after an afternoon of rigorous sparring.

Qi depletion, probably. Hopefully nothing worse. He relays as much to Reigen, watching anxiously as the man drags a hand down his face with a ragged sigh.

“You kids are going to be the death of me, you know that?”

And Teruki can’t help it. His face crumples, eyes burning -- so frustrated with himself he can’t stand it, for making problems for Reigen, for making Shigeo wait and then never showing up -- and god, if Shigeo didn’t hate him before he does now for sure. 

“Oh, hell,” Reigen is saying, too quickly. “Come on, don’t do that. I didn’t mean it.”

“No, it’s -- I’m sorry,” Teruki mutters, fisting the blankets over his knees tightly in shaking hands. Staring carefully at his hands, forcing back hot tears. “I don’t mean to -- to be such an inconvenience. Especially after everything you’ve already done for me. So thank you for this, but I can -- “

“'Go home now’? Not happening.” Reigen’s eyes are heavy on the side of his face. “Mob would come after us both.”

Teruki’s head snaps up. It doesn’t do wonders for his headache, but he hardly cares, blurting, “Shigeo was here?”

“Up until a little while ago. He’s been all but camped by your side for the last two days.” At that point, Reigen seems to remember the tray canted precariously on the corner of his computer desk, and reaches back to relieve it of a sweating glass of water. Teruki numbly lets the glass be folded into his hands, riveted to Reigen’s every word. “I’m amazed you slept through most of what you did. You really must have been out of it.”

He vaguely remembers the sensation of an aura-heavy hand on his forehead, soothing him to peaceful sleep through fever and full-body aches. He covers his mouth, heat rising in his face.

“He was in my apartment.”

“Yeah, he was.” Reigen sounds some combination of exhausted and amused. “We had to relocate because he almost went next door to pick a fight with your neighbors. They were being “too loud,”” he explains, crooking his fingers in exaggerated air-quotes to Teruki’s mounting disbelief, “and “disturbing your rest.” I barely managed to convince him that ruining your relations with the other tenants in your building wouldn’t be remotely helpful to you in the long-run. And I mean barely.”

Teruki gapes. Shigeo’s capable of being irritable, but to outright confront someone, or try to, over something so petty? That doesn’t sound like him at all. Unless he’s so angry or annoyed that he hit the limit on that internal counter of his, Teruki realizes, with a sinking sense of dread, and there’s been nothing to bring him back down.

“Anyway, Mob was driving me crazy, so I sent him to pick up the schoolwork you’ve missed,” Reigen says, rising to his feet. He winces, pressing the heels of his hands into the small of his back, and Teruki is abruptly, acutely ashamed of his seat in Reigen’s bed. The man waves a hand, as if reading his mind, and adds archly, “When he gets back, he’s your problem.”

How something so innocuous can sound so much like a threat, Teruki has no idea. 

Reigen bullies him into eating a full bowl of soup and finishing a second glass of water and then helps him to the bathroom for a shower. “I can sleep on the couch,” Teruki insists at that point, veering stubbornly toward the sagging sofa in the living room. Reigen looks like he's holding onto the last vestiges of his patience as a flagging Teruki climbs gracelessly onto the worn cushions despite the man telling him “no, don’t, the bed is fine, will you just --”

“This is exactly why I’m not a father,” he gripes under his breath, tucking a pillow under Teruki’s head and drawing a duvet up over his shoulders with unending care. “Goodnight, brat.”

Teruki forgets to be worried, and falls asleep almost immediately. Wondering what he did to deserve all these kind people he has now.

The next time he wakes up, the room is painted red and gold with the sunset that leans through the window. There are muted voices in the kitchen -- Serizawa and Reigen making dinner, if Teruki had to guess -- and a familiar aura very close by. 

“There you are,” Shigeo says softly. It’s better than a bucket of ice water dumped over his head in waking Teruki up right away. He bolts upright, his heart a hot lump in throat, but Shigeo’s eyes are a pretty brown in the warmly lit room, and his expression is open and caring, and none of the itchy agitation Reigen described seems to be present at all. “I hope you’re feeling better. You were very sick.”

"I -- no, I’m fine. More than fine. Thank you. For everything you’ve done for me.”

"I was happy to.”

Something drops a long, leafy tendril on Shigeo’s shoulder, and Teruki follows it up to the hanging plant over their heads. 

The flowers are blooming. 

All of Reigen’s potted plants are flowering, bursting into life larger than their small confines and covering the flat surfaces of the living room and the windowsills in earthy greens. It’s more subtle this time than a whole field springing into sudden growth and color, but it’s still breathtaking to watch. 

“I don’t mean to,” Shigeo says abruptly. Misconstruing Teruki’s silence, apparently. Watching him warily, as though waiting for him to disappear again. “It just -- on its own. And they grow. But I can try to not -- “

“Don’t you dare,” Teruki says, absolutely forbidding. Mostly playful, partly serious, he adds, “It’s the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen you do. Even moreso than the snow.”

“You thought the snow was impressive?”

“Shigeo! Of course!”

“You didn’t say anything,” Shigeo points out -- and he’s smiling now, which is what Teruki was aiming for all along. “I thought maybe you thought it was boring and you were just trying to be nice.”

“No way,” Teruki insists. “I love everything you do.” 

“That’s good,” Shigeo says peacefully, “since most of the things I do seem to be for you.”

And nevermind the fact that he’s in rumpled pajamas, wrapped in a thick blanket, with probably the worst bedhair Seasoning City has ever seen. Nevermind how cinematic he wanted this moment to be, how perfect it was every time he closed his eyes and dared to dream about it. 

Because there’s a familiar tug in his chest, one that has never steered him wrong, pushing him bravely forward -- psychic magnetism, or something close to it, insisting right here, right now.

Teruki reaches out, and catches up both of Shigeo’s hands in both of his own, and blurts, “There’s something I need to tell you. Something -- something important.”

Shigeo smiles at him, full and sweet and slow, and says, “It’s okay, Teru. I know.”

Teruki draws up short, feeling frozen to the spot. Even breathing would be too bold. “You know,” he clarifies cautiously.

“You’ve told me a hundred times already.” Shigeo’s fingers squeeze around his affectionately. “Just not in so many words.”

“Oh,” Teruki whispers helplessly, heart beating a painful tattoo against his breastbone. He can barely see through the haze of heat rising to his face, hands trembling in Shigeo’s calm ones. Their faces are bare inches apart, somehow, and Teruki’s breathing hitches. 

“You can still say it if you want to,” Shigeo offers kindly; but Teruki shakes his head, clinging to Shigeo’s hands, and closes the distance left between their lips with his heart in his throat.

Kissing him is bumpy, a little clumsy, noses getting in the way, teeth knocking. But Teruki is nothing if not a quick study, and Shigeo is nothing if not willing to learn, and Teruki is tugging him up on the couch for a better angle when Reigen’s voice from the kitchen doorway says, “Alright, kids, dinner’s rea -- oh my god.” 

They don’t quite spring apart, but they do lean away from each other to laugh. Dimple is saying something along the lines of “finally, good god, what took you two so long” and Serizawa is hiding a tiny grin behind his hand, and Reigen is ranting: 

“I’m happy for you, but he’s sick, do you want to catch whatever he’s got? Mob? Do you want to bring your brother’s wrath down upon my household? Is that it?”

Already, Shigeo is slipping back under that blanket of careful repression, and it’s something like a cloud passing over the face of the sun. But his eyes are still bright, full mouth still smiling, and Teruki knows where to look to find him again. 

He’s always known, really.