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smolthealmighty · 4 years ago

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Spinaraki Week Level 2 Day 1: Chase

Give Myself To You

When Spinner had the idea to visit his hometown and show off his old hideaways to Tomura, he thought it would be romantic. He could turn these sad places where he went to cry into secluded havens where he could spend some quality alone time with the love of his life, and do something he's wanted to do since their third date. He was not expecting a neon orange pickup truck to interrupt the date by hurtling towards them at high speed.

In which Spinner's old bullies want to run him over with their truck, Tomura wants to beat the shit out of them for daring to try, and Spinner just wants to pop the question.

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This was not how this date was supposed go. Spinner just wanted to show his boyfriend around his hometown, give him a tour of all the isolated spots he would hide away in before he eventually shut himself up inside the Iguchi house. It was gonna be a nice romantic getaway, where the places he associated with some of his worst memories could be re-contextualized as he turned them into secluded little havens where he could woo his boyfriend –and eventually propose to him– in peace.

There they were, sitting together at the edge of the forest that semi-surrounded the town, watching the sun start to set over the hilly meadow that lay below them. Tomura was fully relaxed for once, leaning heavily on his boyfriend as he reminisced about the utter disaster that was the one time they tried to go clubbing, while Spinner was mustering up his courage and fidgeting with the rings in his jacket’s pocket. Just as he turned to face Tomura and was about to start the speech he had been revising in his mind since –admittedly– their third date, he saw the unmistakable neon orange pickup truck that belonged to Spinner’s worst nightmares, Nōtarin, Iyaga, and Rase, speeding in the background. And the truck was gunning straight for them!

“Oh no.”

“Hm, what do you mean ‘oh no’?” asked Tomura, who also uttered an “oh no” once Spinner pointed towards the truck that was now only a hundred meters away. With reflexes that were still etched into his bones after years of dealing with the trio, Spinner clutched his boyfriend close and launched the both of them down the hill in a barrel roll, barely missing the thick tires of the truck as it blew past them.

“What the hell was that shit?” yelled Tomura, as Spinner shot up, grabbed his hand, and lead them towards one of the few trees that dotted the meadow.

“Those are the assholes I told you about, the ones who always went after me. One of them must’ve seen me and recognized me, and now they’re picking back up from where we last left off!”

“You last left off with them trying to turn you into roadkill?!”

As they ducked into the hollow, a chorus of brash voices with heavy country accents boomed across the meadow.

“Shuichi, you purse designer’s wet dream! Why don’t you let us mount your lizard head to the wall like the hunting trophy you are!”

“Nōtarin, I saw someone with him, hey gecko geek, do you mind if we mount your friend too?”

“Damn Iyaga, keep it in your pants. Though to be fair, compared to talon-hands you’d probably be a better fit!”

At this point Tomura was already struggling against Spinner to march out of the hollow and wreak vengeance. “C’mon Spinner, I’ll mount their heads on our base’s wall!”

“Would you just gimme a sec to cool down a bit?!” Tomura relented and stopped squirming, letting Spinner hold him as he tried to stop trembling.

“Ugh, I swear, they always know how to get under my skin. And I really thought I’d be over them by now.”

Tomura turned to face Spinner and squeezed him back, taking his boyfriend’s scaly beak and pressing it into his scarred neck. “You’ll be alright. You’re just a little stuck, I’m right here if you need a push you know.”

Spinner sighed as he nuzzled the curve of Tomura’s shoulder. “I know I’m not the pinnacle of dating material but damn, people can have different tastes.”

Tomura snorted, “Oh please, as if those hillbilly bitches know anything about ‘good taste’. If your loyalty and empathy for empty husks like me aren’t enough to prove ‘em wrong, then you having the muscles to be able to wield a giant ‘fuck you’ sword should’ve done the job. The fact they can’t see any of that just shows that their IQ scores are all in the negatives.”

Looking up and seeing Tomura’s self-assured smile, the smile graced his face whenever he was so sure that he was right, knowing that he truly believed that his boyfriend was really all that, melted Spinner’s heart into a puddle of goo.

“Marry me.”

Maybe melted it a little too much.

“Huh?”

Realizing what just came out of his mouth, Spinner blushed violently and tried to start some damage control. “Uh shoot I mean um-”

“Hey Nōtarin, let’s ram into that tree! I think I hear them over there!”

Hearing that brought Spinner back to his senses, and he dragged Tomura out of the hollow, Nōtarin swerving just enough to only nick one of the headlights off the truck before resuming the chase.

“Son of a bitch, I had it all planned out and I messed it up!”

“Had what planned out?” asked Tomura, still in a whirl from what he was pretty sure he heard Spinner blurt just seconds ago.

“You know what, it’s fine, I’ll just do it on the fly. Follow me!”

They booked it across the meadow, Spinner weaving them around the hidden hills and valleys camouflaged beneath the waist-high grass. The truck kept slowly gaining on them, but the constant bangs and thumps of the truck bouncing against the uneven ground and the arguing between the driver and his passengers betrayed how little the tormentors knew about the terrain.

“Dammit, stay still you lizard-fuck!”

“Nah, let him keep running. Makes the chase more exciting!”

“Maybe if you’d gotten your driver’s license, you’d actually be able to hit him Nōtarin!”

“Fuck off Rase!”

Jumping over a particularly thick mud puddle, Spinner finally began the speech that had been previously interrupted.

“I’m sure you already know that I fell for you pretty fast-”

“Understatement of the year, but I’m not one to talk.”

The neon orange paint was splattered with mud, with the new coat of brown getting bigger as the wheels spun, sluggishly making its way through the puddle.

Spinner laughed breathlessly as he continued, “-yeah, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able put how much the love you gave me in return means to me into words. I couldn’t do it even if the ocean was made of ink and the earth was paper, it just wouldn’t be enough.”

“Shuichi…”

“And, well, since I can’t use words, I thought I’d show my devotion with some kind of gift, but I don’t really have much to give you except myself. Still, I’ll give that to you for the rest of my life if you want it.”

By this point they had stopped just a few feet in front of a moss-covered boulder, one that blended in with the green grass and was in the direct pathway of the truck that continued driving towards them at top speed.

Ignoring the oncoming truck, Spinner took Tomura’s other hand into his own, and softly asked, “Tomura, will you marry me?”

The truck hit the rock, skyrocketing up and over the couple. The screams of the driver and his passengers fell on deaf ears as Tomura gazed into bright, cherry-petal eyes and answered the proposal:

“You’re more than enough for me, you’re more than I could ever dream of asking for. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Not even a moment after he accepted, a loud crash echoed across the meadow as the truck collided with the ground, flipping over as it did so. The bullies were quick to exit the wreck and make their way towards the still lovestruck duo to attack them. It was a farce from the start, the newly established fiancés barely paying them any attention as they began to brawl.

“Look at you all smiley and shit,” said Tomura as he kicked Rase across the field.

“Why wouldn’t I be all smiles? I’m gonna get to marry to the love of my life! You should see your face right now, looks like your smile’s gonna split your face in two with how big it is!” exclaimed Spinner, dodging Nōtarin’s sluggish punches with ease.

“Touché, fiancé. I bet you’ve already got a plan for everything that comes next, you gooey romantic.”

“Well, I was thinking we could have a small ceremony, just us and the league. Nothing too fancy, we’d just do the vows, ring exchange, ‘I do’s’, and sealing it with a kiss, all within fifteen minutes tops. That way we can splurge on the reception, the best music-” Nōtarin screamed as his arm was sliced by Spinner’s hunting knife.

“-the most delicious food and drinks-” Nōtarin gurgled as the knife ran through his neck.

“-and a cake so big that’ll make everyone sick. We’d just have to grab someone to officiate the thing and make it official.”

“We can get Giran to do it, he’s got just enough connections that he could make it happen.” Iyaga howled as his chest caved in.

“And for the honeymoon, I was thinking about taking a joyride on the coastline. We could stock up the van and make stops at all the beaches, and maybe get rid of a few heroes along the way if we’re up for it.”

“That sounds good to me, I’m certainly looking forward to having some fun alone time to ourselves!” Tomura cried happily, as Rase joined Iyaga in the pile of dust that lay at his feet.

By the time they came down from the high of the fight, the sun was dipping below the tree line, Tomura and Spinner sprawled out next to each other on the bloodstained earth.

“Ah shit,” said Tomura, “I just realized that there goes my future date idea of murdering your hometown bullies.”

Spinner chuckled at his fiancé’s annoyed tone, “That’s okay, we only murdered a couple of them. Next time we can take down the town leaders who encouraged everything, make a day out of it.”

“Hmm, alright, but I’m planning it. It’s only fair.”

Satisfied, Spinner let out a sigh before suddenly sitting up. “Oh right, I gotcha these,” he said as he pulled the rings out of his pocket.

“It’s just a pair of those plastic rings from the arcade we went to a while back, but I figure we’re not gonna wear these for too long because they’re just engagement rings. We can rob a jewelry store together to pick out the wedding rings.”

“Sounds perfect,” said Tomura, as they each took turns slipping the rings onto each other’s fingers. Taking a second to let the presence of a ring on his finger sink in, Tomura smiled and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful that Re-Destro only snapped off my first three fingers.”

“Well, that’s one way to say you’re happy to be engaged,” Spinner joked.

“Hm. Then I’ll say it more romantically, just for you.” This time, it was Tomura who took Spinner’s hands into his own as he spoke his piece:

“Shuichi, you are one thing in this world that I could never hate, and the only person I will ever promise myself to. I’ll do whatever it takes to give you the life you want to live. I love you, and I’ll continue to love you until the stars grow cold, and even after that.”

If that speech hadn’t already swept Spinner off his feet, then the deep kiss Tomura initiated sent his heart skyward with how much it fluttered. When they both came down to earth, they went about flipping the thoroughly beat-up truck right side up, and as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beneath the horizon, the newly engaged couple drove off into the ink and lavender sky.

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stillness-in-green · 4 years ago

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Spinaraki Week Level 2, Day Two: Media

Spinner learned a lot about Shigaraki during the six weeks they fought Gigantomachia. He didn’t really appreciate it at the time, but he wasn’t going to let what he found out back then go to waste.

Skeptic doesn’t really appreciate it either.

(Broad if not exceptionally specific spoilers for the current manga arc.)

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“Are you sure this is safer than just going out yourself?”

Skeptic breathed in sharply through his nose. He wanted, very much, to start banging on something, be it the table or his laptop keys or Iguchi Shuuichi’s inattentive green head. He limited himself to a spasmodic clenching of his hands on the gouged oak of the dining room table as he counted back from ten.

The new-new Grand Commander—at least until Skeptic re-established contact with Re-Destro and he said otherwise—was still asleep in the master bedroom upstairs. That fact hadn’t changed for the last three days, but he had previously proven to have exceptional hearing and, as best Skeptic had managed to tally so far, no fewer than three sensory augmentation meta-abilities. On top of everything else.

Seven. Six. Five.

They’d need him to wake up eventually. That didn’t mean Skeptic was in any kind of hurry to have those blanked-out, foggy white eyes turned on him again.

Two. One. Zero.

He forced his hands to relax and answered, voice level, “Yes. Because, for the sixth time, it doesn’t matter that I’m the least conspicuous of the four of us; my picture is still out there with all the rest of yours’. All it takes is one hero to spot my face from the wrong angle and we’re done. As long as you let me handle signing for packages and the rest of you stay out of sight when we’re expecting deliveries, the deliveries are safer.”

Spinner didn’t look any more convinced than he had the first five times, but the PLF’s number one Shigaraki fan had more on his mind than arguing about it, as had also been the case for the last three days. (The last three months, more like.) He nodded, attention already straying back up toward the ceiling, head oriented in an entirely predictable direction.

“Is there anything else we need from KALPA?” Skeptic prompted him. “This is safe, but the less often we have to do it, the safer it stays.”

Spinner’s brows knitted; he turned himself away with obvious reluctance and skimmed over the list—mostly just some kitchen restock, more rice, a jar of purple shiso, another box of canned coffees, and so on—along with a surge protector and the largest bottle of ibuprofen the website offered.

“We could use another box of double-AAs,” he said at the end, then, after a beat, added, “And the paper.”

Skeptic did not bury his face in his hands. He steepled his hands in front of his face. It was a completely different gesture.

“The daily paper is not on the list of available items,” he enunciated into his palms. “It’s a special request. Special requests stand out.”

“I know, but—” Spinner tried to interrupt; Skeptic pitched his voice just enough louder to move from audible to irritating on the decibel scale and talked over him.

“I can pull up a literally uncountable number of news websites if he wants to get caught up when he regains consciousness. I can put together a PowerPoint presentation of everything he’s missed. The bedside table is going to run out of room for newspapers and every one of them is going to be more out of date than the last one. They—”

He went on. At length.

Very aggravatingly, Spinner let him, the initial surge of emotion in his eyes tamping down to a level stare.

“The news sites ain’t the same,” he says, when Skeptic finally wound down. “It’s gotta be papers.”

There’s a chair a meter and a half away, Skeptic’s thoughts informed him, somewhat dully. How many chairs would I need to transform to reliably be able to strangle him with his own scarf?

“Why?” he asked, unusually plaintive, turning in place on the only puppet he’d allowed himself to make so far (a somewhat thin specimen courtesy of a coatrack—a heavy coatrack, but still a coatrack—from the front room) to face the man. “Why does it have to be papers?”

“It’s the time lapse,” Spinner answered. Shocking: an answer for which Skeptic could almost see the shape of the sense it made. “What gets the front page and how long it stays there. What the opinion pages are saying. Even stuff in the business section sometimes.

“And it’s grounding, too, I think. Something about actually turning the pages. It relaxes him,” he went on, and with a growled huff, Skeptic surrendered, clicking back to the shopping list and pulling up the special request section.

There was a time and place for arguing with broken-hearted fools. They weren’t there yet. Not quite yet.

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(Sillier than usual expy of a real Japanese brand this time: KALPA is a sideways reference to the Japanese supermarket ÆON, named with its founders’ hopes for its longevity in mind. Kalpa has a similar connotation; it’s a Hindu/Buddhist cosmological term for the period of time between the creation and recreation of a world or universe.)

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