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(*Nox is Swiping through their rotom phone boredly, eyes drooping from exhaustion*)

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Oh, how about some urban fantasy au? Like they're all humans just living their lives, but in meanwhile they have to deal with evil spirits, mad youkais and ghosts of dead people. Also thank you for your hardwork! Your fanfictions are great!

Admin Notes: So that’s what those genre are called! I’ve always wondered! I’ve been calling them “normal life except there are youkai” AUs. Thank you for your support, I really like this! Okay! Time for a human Kirishima to cause some havoc! –Admin Hirahara

Kirishima mindlessly looked out into the hallways, conveniently seated right by the wall of his classroom. Obviously, nothing of interest was happening (everyone was in class or ditching somewhere they couldn’t be caught), but it was better than listening to the teacher drown on, and on, and on, about history. Not that he didn’t like history or anything, it was just… He was learning it through different means.

“…shima!” He heard his name shouted from the front of the room, and he quickly swung his head around. The teacher – a tall woman with blue hair and serious features – was glaring at him. He straightened himself up, wondering if he’d been called to answer a question which he hadn’t been paying attention to at all. “Since you seem very focused, why don’t you tell us why the god cutter sword was forged?”

At least, Kirishima sighed, he knew the answer to this. “Kanakiri was forged as an omamori to protect the Inari shrine from evil spirits that lingered since the Heian era.” He explained, trying to remember what he was told. “Ever since, it’s been sealed away under the Gokuto shrine.” The teacher nodded her head slowly, thinking that perhaps, Kirishimahad been paying attention.

“That’s correct,” she said, turning back to the board. “As you all know, with the current beliefs in Japan, it hasn’t been necessary to act on superstitions like this…” Kirishima went back to staring at the hall. His teacher, he had wanted to say, was only half right. A few months ago, the azure eyed boy had the misfortune of stumbling upon the storage of said Gokuto shrine, where he had seen Kanakiri for himself. He’d broken the seal somehow, on accident, and in turn, released a lot of other malevolent things back into Kyoto.

After that, he found himself in possession of Kanakiri, bestowed to him by the ghostly guardian with red eyes.You have to catch all the things that were sealed away. All while still attending school, completing his duties as the kendo captain, and helping his mother around the house. At this point,something was going to be lacking.

His last class drew to an end, and kendo club went as usual. He and the vice captain, the ever strong willed Tanizaki, had their usual match, which Kirishima won, of course, and he helped some of the newer members adjust to their equipment. He wasn’t finished for a very long time, so he didn’t actually expect to see his friends waiting for him at the front gate.

“Kirishima!” The light haired Saeki waved, stepping away from the other boy. “My piano lessons finished late, so I thought I’d wait for you.” Kirishima nodded, glad to get to walk home with someone else. Hirahara, the other boy, saw Kirishima then, and jumped over to throw his arm around the shorter boy’s shoulder.

“Ki-ri-shi-ma!” He chimed. “You’re club runs way too late.”

“You don’t do any clubs,” Kirishima stated. “What are you still doing here?”

“I got detention,” Hirahara smiled, like it wasn’t a big deal. “I had to stay for after school study.” They continued talking as they walked away from the school, starting their way home.

“Did you hear?” Saeki added, once the boys were getting close to a crossroads. “There’s some sort of bear wandering around this area.”

“A bear?” Kirishima asked, thinking it was impossible. They were pretty deep in the urban city; no where close to a forest or anything.

“I heard it was a beast of some kind,” Hirahara corrected. “Some old world thing that eats people!”

“Wah, scary…” Saeki frowned. “It must be a bear, Hirahara.”

“You never know,” the golden eyed boy smiled. “All sorts of weird things have been happening, right Kirishima?” Kirishima did his best to pretend he had no idea what Hirahara was talking about. Still, he wished the two a safe trip home when they split up. He continued up the hill to his small house on his own, thinking about what chores he’d have to do when he got home.

He wasn’t paying too much attention to the things around him, so he didn’t realize that the street lights hadn’t turned on at all on his street alone. Something was lurking in the shadows, slowly following the boy. “…have to sweep, for sure,” Kirishima was muttering to himself, wondering how much homework he could get away with not doing. Maybe he could sacrifice sleep.

“…Lone boy…” Kirishima stopped when he heard a low hiss, too close for comfort. He turned around, but there was nothing behind him. Not that he could see, anyways. It was surprisingly dark, and now he was starting to realize the lights weren’t on. “Poor… lonely boy…” From the darkness, a pale hand shot out, surprising Kirishima. He jumped back, looking hard for the body.

“Who’s there?” He asked, throwing his bag aside. “Show yourself.” There was the sound of hissing, like someone had a hard time breathing. Kirishima clicked his tongue, regretting leaving Kanakiri in his bedroom. Weapons weren’t allowed at school, and really, there were only two of three times he excused bringing in the sword for “kendo practice”.

“Lonely boy…” the voice came again, and a figure of a woman with hair over her face stepped out of the shadows. Her smile was curled in such a way that it made her cheeks look extra stretched. “Come… come to me…” Kirishima shook his head, thinking he could outrun her easily. He couldn’t risk bringing it to his house, though, so he wasn’t sure where he was supposed to run. He could try to lose it in the street, and then make a break home, grab Kanakiri, and come back to finish the job.

With that plan in mind, he slowly backed up the hill, ready to run in a split second. The ghoul looking woman continued to sway towards him, her arms in front of him like she was ushering him to her grasp. “Come, come here.” She kept singing. In two more steps, Kirishima took off. He turned on his heel, blasting as fast as he could through the streets. He heard a roar, thinking he definitely pissed off the spirit by fleeing. He didn’t turn back, thinking that if he looked, he’d slow down.

He regretted not checking to see how fast this woman was. Something gripped his leg, and he went down, hard. Kirishima flipped around, only to realize the woman was practically on top of him. “Bad…” she muttered, staring blankly into Kirishima’s eyes. “…Should have come…” She raised her hand, ready to strike him down when-

“Seal,” Kirishima heard just behind the woman, and at the words, the woman let out a shrill shriek, stumbling off. Kirishima quickly got up, scooting away. A lazy looking boy with amber eyes was standing there, a talisman in his hand. “Kinoshita, she’s all yours.”

“Thanks, Tagami!” Another voice called, making Kirishima turn back. On a rooftop of the house right next to Kirishima, a boy stood with a long staff in his hands. “Spirits like you should take a moment to repent,” he said jumping down with the staff over his head. “Otherwise, you’ll just return to… Hell!” With that, he stabbed the spirit right through the chest, gaining another scream before the girl slowly disappear.

“…?” Kirishima blinked, looking over the two new people. They seemed older than he was, and they were certainly not dressed in typical clothes. “Who…?” He asked, wanting to thank them.

“Kid, you make our lives hard,” the one that was probably named Tagami groaned.

“Excuse… me?” Kirishima frowned, having no idea where that came from. The taller boy, Kinoshita, made a ‘now, now’ hand gesture, and Tagami clicked his tongue and turned away.

“Sorry about him,” he smiled at Kirishima. “We’re from the Gokuto shrine. I’m Kinoshita, and that’s Tagami.” He pointed at the other man, who looked like he was looking for a place to nap. “You’re… the boy who took Kanakiri, right?”

“You… know?” Kirishima asked, this being the first time he’d ever actually met anyone from the shrine he’d gotten his sword from. “Wait. Youknow?” He emphasized, realizing that he was probably in serious trouble for letting loose a whole wave of evil spirits.

“Saitou told us,” Tagami rolled his eyes. “He said Rokkaku’s spirit was sturring, and when we went to check, the sword was gone.” Kirishima only knew Rokkaku’s name, since he’d been the one who sent him to carry Kanakiri on a quest to undo his own mistake. Saitou… Must be the one in charge at the Gokuto shrine, he thought.

“We’re exorcist,” Kinoshita added. “It’s our job to keep youkai and evil spirits away from humans.”

“Did you want me to… return the sword?” Kirishima asked, not sure what they wanted from him. “I can, if you want.”

“No, it doesn’t really work that way,” Kinoshita shook his head. “Kanakiri’s only going to listen to the person who drew him.”So… I’m stuck with it, Kirishima wanted to correct. “We’d like you to come help us out at the shrine,” Kinoshita confessed. “So that we can quickly capture all these spirits that have appeared.”

Kirishima thought about it, but felt like he was already so busy. It was already late, his mom was probably expecting him, and he had to do his work. Tagami seemed to notice how much he was hesitating, so he rolled his eyes, giving another suggestion. “Just in your free time.” He offered. “You do whatever kids do, and just stop by the shrine to see if we need you for something.”

“Well,” Kirishima thought, debating his options out. It might be nice to have some help anyways, since he was having to deal with ghosts anyways. “I guess… it would be nice to work together.” With a smile, Kinoshita stretched out his hand, offering it to seal the deal. Kirishima shook it, deciding to trust these two people.

“Welcome aboard,” Kinoshtia smiled, letting go. “I hope we all get along.”