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Random Boy (from Senju's school): I’m asking permission to date your sister.

Sanzu: ok first. what sister? i'm only child.

Sanzu: And secondly...What is this, the fucking dark ages?

Sanzu: You know what, since you asked, NO. You can’t date my little sister.

Random Boy: But... you said you were only child?

Sanzu, raising his Katana: Beat me in a duel first.

Lmao love the idea that this random guy looked at both Takeomi and Sanzu and decided Sanzu was the one to approach. He saw Takeomi being older, smoking, being more powerful and figured he'd be the intimidating one, the hard one. So he chose the quiet guy with the mask, only to realise he made the worst assumption possible. Rip random guy.

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You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(Prompt #20: EMOTIONAL ANGST | Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault.")

Notes: Well, I know October ended up like... A few days ago, but I had this one half-written and needed to get it out.

Settled in tl0, around their 6th year of elementary school (so before the katana incident). It's just pure pain and bajiharu friendship being precious and everything as usual.

I have one last prompt to post that it's already written by I deemed it should be the last one, so stay tuned because probably it would happen tomorrow!

Warnings: Pure emotional angst (yeah, checks) and grieving together. Oh, it hurts until the end bc we know what is coming, but they have some comfort along the way, yuhuuu!

“...It was freaking amazing, we definitely need to go to the new ice-cream parlor together once you’re out of here.”

This had been their new normal for the past three years, visiting Mikey together and explaining everything that was happening in their lives — making sure their friend was still a part of it, that he had a place to come back. Lately, only Haruchiyo kept rambling to him while Baji stayed in silence with a weird expression.

“Stop it.”

“What the hell? Why are you angry this time?” 

Deep down, Haruchiyo knew the serious tone in his friend’s voice wasn’t exactly anger — no, it was something far worse, something he refused to acknowledge. The profound sigh he got as an answer only made him more anxious, and the fact Baji seemed to be choosing his next words? Thousand times worse.

No, his childhood friend had never been the type to think before talking — or acting — something was clearly wrong, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“You need to let him go, Haru.”

If this had been anyone else, Haruchiyo would have tried to rip their tongue and make them swallow along with the words that should’ve never been said — or maybe he would’ve thrown everything he could at them, like he did when Takeomi dared to imply he spent too much time inside this hospital. 

But it was Baji, the only one who understood his pain — or the one who used to understand at least — so, instead, he clenched his fists until his knuckles went white. 

“Is this the type of bullshit your new therapist tells you?” He spat his words, filled with all the venom he could muster. It was unfair and Haruchiyo knew it, his friend had never made any mean comment about the pills he needed to take to be able to sleep — to be able to breathe.

“Fuck off, I swear in moments like these I miss the times when you were unable to talk back.”

The dry bark only added to his anger. Until he understood the words. Haruchiyo deflated and started to fidget with his sleeve, a welcomed distraction from the sudden wave of sadness.

“I miss those times too, every fucking day.” He couldn’t look at Baji’s face for his next words, afraid of the possible confirmation he could find there. “You don’t have to keep coming if that’s what this is about, alright?”

“Like hell I’d leave you alone, idiot.”

“You won’t?”

Whatever Baji heard in his whisper — vulnerability sneaking into his voice — made him stand up and sit down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and ruffling his hair. Haruchiyo huffed, but couldn’t help leaning onto the affectionate touch, relieved to discover he was the same annoying idiot as always.

They stayed like that for a while, the silence felt less charged now — or maybe it was him, who could breathe better now that he knew Baji wouldn’t abandon him too. For a moment, Haruchiyo was starting to forget why they even fought, until his friend spoke again.

“I can’t stop thinking…” Bad sign again, even if this time his voice was softer, sadness mixed with the obvious concern. “...if I was him, I couldn’t part knowing you and Mikey still need me here.”

“Good, you shouldn’t.” 

That was the wrong answer, judging by the way Baji’s body tensed up next to him. Honestly, what was he expecting? Haruchiyo hated this topic and its implications. Why were they talking about this? Mikey was here with them — alive. 

“What if he’s suffering? What if…?” 

The way Baji’s voice cracked, broke something inside of him. Without thinking, he searched for his friend’s hand, squeezing it as much as he could — maybe this way they could pretend both of their tears were due to physical pain. 

“The doctors said he wasn’t in pain.” 

It didn’t sound convincing, at all. All those doctors and nurses said a lot of bullshit that already proved to be wrong, but what else could he say? He hated how much sense Baji’s words had, he hated it, he hated it! 

Because he was too selfish to put Mikey’s well-being first, wasn’t he? A sob rocketed his body, startling both of them and earning another strong squeeze in return.

“I don’t want him to go, Kei… I can’t, I can’t do that, I’m not strong like you or Mikey, I don’t… I can’t.”

It was his fault, wasn’t it? That Mikey still had to worry about them. Haruchiyo was too weak to be left alone, unable to be the one taking care of his friends, protecting them.

“Me neither.” The whisper was so low, that he almost missed it between his own whimpers. “But if he…” He could tell why Baji paused, the word none of them wanted to say out loud. “If he leaves, we’ll be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Shut up.” Another squeeze. “We’re going to stick together, so of course we’ll be alright, dumbass.”

This time, he could tell Baji wasn’t talking only to him — it was too damn obvious in the intense glance he sent towards Mikey. Haruchiyo could only nod in silence, before hiding his face on the other boy’s shoulder, hiding like the coward he was. 

Who knew, maybe Baji was right and as long as they were together, everything would be fine in the end. At least they had each other, right?

(I hurt myself while writing it too, I swear it)

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Random Mucho HCs

I want Mucho to be a freak about muscle but in a very random way.

One day, he squeezed Sanzu's arm, checked the callouses on his hands, and said, "Oh, you did Kendo."

Sanzu stewed in shock in how the hell he could know and wondered if Mucho outwitted him in stalking until he found out the truth a week later that he just pays a lot of attention to people.

When Nahoya thought he could prank Mucho by pretending to be Souya, he was called out immediately. When asked how, Mucho points out Nahoya has better legs while Souya has better arms. Nahoya still fought him for daring to say he was the slender one.

When tasked in taking care of Kakucho, Mucho installed a similar habit into him, making him aware that Izana barely eats at times and sometimes his muscles lessen.

This also led to Kakucho’s interest in cooking because proper nutrition leads to a healthy body. Therefore, Kakucho wanted to make something that counts if Izana ever ate. It didn't mean it was necessarily good, and Mucho had to finish most experiments if Izana didn't like it, hence why if ever asked on things he likes, "good food" is his answer.

Rindou avoids standing close to Mucho with Ran around because every time they see each other, Ran baits Mucho to recheck Rindou's progress in fitness like he is a child growing taller.

Mucho checked Ran's muscles once (on his request) and never did it again.

Although Mochi and Mucho share the status of gym bros and work out in the same spot, Mochi sets strict boundaries to not do that to him. Mucho knows that the actual reason is that he is ticklish as he flinches whenever he aided him in a workout.

If ever asked about Shion's muscles, Mucho would describe him as "a slippery eel that doesn't want to hold still, so his best bet is that he needs a better diet".

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anyway im a little crazy about these My ship in five minutes things. bajipah

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Smtimes your house is haunted because there's a ghost sometimes your house is haunted because you miss grandma and your mom misses her even more sometimes your house is haunted because the subtext of how the last owners decorated rubs you wrong way sometimes your house is haunted because you've sublimated the fact that you didn't want to move in the first place and Sometimes your house is haunted because there's a carbon monoxide leak. Lots of options.

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Ngl this is always how imagined little Senju reacted to Wakasa who had 0 experience with kids

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The game's released an official image of the Haitani brother's and Izana together in their school uniforms!

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Being ace in fandoms is so awkward sometimes because yeah the allos like the irredeemably evil villain who has murdered countless innocent people and experiments on children because he's conventionally attractive, what's my excuse? I like this guy for his personality. His personality is a burning truck of chemicals without a driver rolling at 220 km/h down the hill towards the daycare.

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Takemichi is really interesting because he'll go yell at Mikey to stop try to handle everything by himself while refusing help and trying to protect everyone meanwhile Takemichi has a moment in about each arc where he goes 'I'll handle this myself, on my own, I do not want more people to get hurt, that is my problem to deal with alone'.

It is funny. Not 'haha'-funny, but funny still

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Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

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y2k graffiti artists ,

tried something new

Yeah forgot to add a spray can for sanzu light pink tint , so lets say the graffiti color changes since its cooler, and yeah big red boots

Bonus+

I liked drawing his hair

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we had ONE JOB

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the wording on this Jack russell vid beamed a permanent mark onto my brain

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