#The baby gangsta nickname

[hajihiko]

Does Akane call Fuyuhiko by a nickname in Japanese, and if so what is it?

[potofstewie]

Potager Stewie wrote you a letter!

Hello there!

My name is Stewie (or stew, which ever you choose to use), I’m the Potager for this sketchy soup restaurant blog and I thank you for taking the time to enjoy my (although limited in numbers) soup dishes! I’m 20 years old and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’m a Black American (Jamaican descent) New Englander who is writing fanfic for all my favorite 2D crushes because there are too many ideas in my head and I gotta let them out in the exact way they are in my head or else I get insane brainrot. 

                                        ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Regarding my Soup Buffet: I write fanfiction for KNY & AOT mostly but I do (plan) on writing more for other shows/manga in time. I write with a black f!reader in mind but others are welcome to read (as long as they are respectful). Please check out my Rules of Dining for more information on what I write and requests guidelines! 

My baby daddies (don’t judge the name I gave them lmao) currently are:

►Rengoku Kyojuro & SLIGHTLY Shinjuro 

►Nicolas Brown

►Hotaru Haganezuka

►Jean Kirstein

►Eren Jeager

►Jigen Daisuke

►Erwin Smith

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Surprisingly, I do not plan on becoming a chef. Stewie is just a nickname based on my last name and soups/stews are a nice lil thing that correlates to it! However, I do enjoy a nice bowl of soup almost all the time!

►Besides eating soup and putting myself in a food coma, I really enjoy reading manga and playing video games. The manga(s) I’m currently reading are Sakamoto Days and GANGSTA. The video game(s) I’m currently into are Horizon Forbidden West (on my 3rd play through!) because the storyline and visuals are so amazing and I’m excited for the Netflix project that’s supposed to come!

► In terms of anime, I don’t really watch anime like that because I can never sit still long enough to watch, however my favorite ones are Soul Eater and Afro Samurai. 

[ask-the-shorty-squad]

*Oh shit. Here we go again.*

Who'd like to go first??

I will. Kaede, Truth or Dare?

Dare.

*Ooooo~*

A dare on the first round. Nice.

I dare you to give a cute nickname to all the players and everyone has to keep them until the end of the game.

For you. Avocado. Ibuki, Ibu-profen, get it! Teruteru, We already call him it but its cool so Teruyaki! Fuyuhiko is now hmhm. Baby Gangsta. Everyone has to say it including you Teru!

*Kaede gave everyone a cute new Nickname. Just ask meh for their Nickname if the person you wanna ask isnt on da list Homie.*

Really Kaede?

Do I seriously have to?

Oh don't get your panties in a twist you two. Hey Toko! Truth or dare?

[yanoharuhito]

received a new nickname. new one for the list.

rhymezie

slime

slimer

(NEW) baby gangsta

[dicii]

Fuyuhiko x Sensitive!Soft! S/O

- Literally nobody knows how you two got together

- Except for you and Fuyuhiko of course. Well, mostly you. He’s a bit confused too.

- This man would die for you tbh

- Always shares cookies with you (you are the only person who can mention milk around him without getting death threats.)

- He likes to surprise you by showing up to your house with traditionally romantic stuff, like a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates

- Doesn’t say cheesy stuff. He prefers to show his love for you.

- For your birthday he got you an entire avocado tree because they take a long time to grow and you cried out of joy

- (He tried to comfort you because he’s used to associating tears with sadness and weakness and so he’s not comfortable with crying people.)

- ((Eventually gave up and got Chisa))

- You also admonish him for using curse words around you, no matter how bad they were

- “Crap!-“

- “Don’t say that.”

- “Whatever . . .”

- Even though he still occasionally curses around you, it’s gone down a lot and some of his classmates (most notably Peko) have noticed the change as well

- You guys have a Saturday night cuddle session every week to get away from his stress of being a yakuza and your stress from tending to some of the most rare and needy plants this world has ever borne

- Like c’mon it needs to be watered exactly .745 oz of water at 6 hour intervals, which start at 5:37 AM sharp? Ridiculous

- He will defend you from any bullies, drunk people on the street, even people who mean well but have a bad way of showing it if he thinks you’ll get hurt

- You haven’t even seen Nagito’s face online because Fuyuhiko doesn’t want that guy’s luck hurting you

- Overall very wholesome very loving and very nontoxic

- Everyone rates it 10/10 hope fragments

- Monokuma rates it 0 but nobody likes him

[keebos-bf]

omg someone that writes for fuyuhiko :00 can i get Fuyuhiko slow dancing with a Gn!S/o that's a lot shorter than him? have a good afternoon :)

That’s such a cute idea, I’ll love to make. I hope you enjoy it

Little plot for the story before I start: Nondespair AU, it’s they’re 3rd year at hopes peek academia, reader is 4’9, they/them pronouns, fluff, I use {name} instead of (y/n)

Slow dancing love

3rd pov

It was {name’s} 3rd year of being at hope’s peek, which they were very excited about. Why you may ask, the answer is easy. There’s a school dance coming up. Now {name} was waiting for their last class to end so they can go see their blonde lover, Fuyuhiko. When the two started dating Fuyuhiko wanted to keep their relationship private since he is the ultimate gangster, he didn’t want anyone knowing he had a soft spot for someone, he definitely didn’t want {name} to get hurt because of him. After a little convincing he finally caved and made their relationship public. Back to the present, {name} was packing their bag in rush so they can head over to fuyuhiko. After they finished they head straight to his desk.

“So Fuyuhiko, there’s a dance tonight.” The shorter started as they swayed a little. “Do you want to go?”

The blonde looked down at his lover, seeing the excitement on their face, how could he say no? “If you’re there, of course I’ll go. How ‘bout I pick you at 7:30?”

“Ok, I’ll see you then, handsome.” The shorter had said before they left to their dorm to get ready.

After a few hours it was finally 7:30. {name} finally heard their doorbell ring. They ran to the door almost tripping on their way. They opened the door with a smile on their face as they saw fuyuhiko.

“Shall we?” He put out his hand for the other to grab.

{Name} happily grabbed his hand, “We shall.”

The two walked to the dance hand in hand as they talked about their day. After a bit of walking the two finally arrived at the dance. The two split off for a bit to talk to their friends.

A few minutes later and the dj made an announcement, “This is for all you love birds.” As he said that he put on a slow dance song.

{Name} went to fuyuhiko, smiling as they put out their hand, “May I have this dance?”

Fuyuhiko gave a small smile in return as he grabbed their hand, “you may.”

The two went to the dance floor and started to slow dance, swaying back and forth as {name} rested their head on their taller boyfriend’s shoulder.

“You know I’m so happy I’m dating someone as perfect as you, {name}.” The blonde whispered only loud enough for {name} to hear.

“I’m not that perfect, but I’m happy to be dating you too, baby gangsta.” {name} giggled a bit knowing Fuyuhiko didn’t like that nickname.

“You already know I don’t like being called that, but since it’s you I’ll let it slide.” He said as kept dancing with his loved one.

The two short love birds danced in an comfortable silence for the rest of the slow dance and they stayed together after. The two really did love the other.

Sorry it was late. I hope you liked it. :D

[kerokero-agere]

Agere Fuyuhiko HC!

@running-mazes Regressor Fuyu fics were one of the first agere fics I ever read and they’ve stuck with me. So a lot of the hc from this post come from those fics.

Mentions of secret exposure and a bit of past trauma

1-4 regressor

He doesn’t remember how he learned whether it was something he always did or Natsumi introduced it to him.

Either way he’s very closeted about his regression because he’s supposed to lead his clan and be all strong. Plus Akane’s nickname of baby gangsta does not help.

He manages a secret agere Instagram which is how peko finds out by connecting the dots of a picture he shows off of a white bear named Peck (who is his comfort plush)

So when Peko asks to be his caregiver he just slips.

They have a set list of rules

He has a box under his bed with his one pacifier that he ordered. It’s black with a skull on the front.

Will not drink milk unless its angel milk.

Doesn’t have a lot of gear due to him being so closeted.

Until Junko decides “hey let’s spoil one secret from every main course student and some staff.”

So needless to say he’s kind of in a panic because he thinks that it doesn’t make him a leader

And then hajime looked around and down at him before asking himself “is anyone gonna calm him down?” And didn’t wait for a response.

He’s the ultimate moral support in this au for a reason. Hajime isn’t gonna let his friends down.

Fuyu is obviously upset and feels like he can’t be a yakuza and an age regressor because they just don’t mix.

But hajime insists that they can mix and anyone who doesn’t think so has to get through Peko, his sister, himself and the rest of class 77.

He’s just really touched.

Sato can even put aside her disdain for Natsumi (even if now it’s more rivalry than murder) if Fuyu regresses.

So basically the entire class did this image to Junko

Kaede often drops off gifts anonymously for him including regression gear and he’s just “why?”

So he has tons of extra gear in case new regressors pop up *cough*MUKURO*cough*

[mymahiruimagines]

Could I have some Fuyuhiko relationship headcanons? I wonder how it'd be dating baby gangsta.

I do apologise for the wait! This was in the inbox before Mod Ibuki joined. I guess nobody has gotten around to doing it, I’m surprised Mod Mahiru didn’t do it either. And I do wonder how it’d be dating the one and only Baby Gangsta himself.

- Mod Tsumugi

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu Relationship Headcanons

• There would be a lot of work going on, he is the heir to a Yakuza group so expect him to be out late. He probably has to make sure none of his workers are injured.

• He loves when he gets home and you’re already there waiting for him in bed or on the sofa, so he can just lounge and cuddle with you while you watch a movie or a program.

• Expect a lot of ranting, you’ll have to calm him down a lot, massages or even kisses help him calm down. He feels like your the only one he can share his problems with without getting even more angry. • He would protect you 24/7 when he’s off, making sure your in his sight so you don’t get kidnapped by some random person ‘cause he’s a Yakuza Heir. (I do wonder if that happened to someone else he liked..) • You’d probably give him a nickname like Baby Gangsta just to piss him off but does he care? Yes. He hates the name so you only call him that randomly and not infront of other people.

• Not the biggest fan of PDA but when your indoors he’ll become more loving, pecks on kisses, random cuddles. Expect it all indoors, since it won’t ruin his reputation if he spots a worker out in the streets.

• You’re not feeling insecure about your body or anything about yourself? Expect him to tell you how you’re perfect and that if anyone tells you any different he’ll get Peko to assassinate them. • If Peko has a day off but he doesn’t, he’ll get Peko to be around you. So now you’re great friends with Peko and have the best times playing games. You’d probably have an intense game of Uno. • When he walks into you guys having fun, he joins in too, he wants to have whatever fun your having ‘cause he loves seeing your smile, it makes him blush without realising! • When you guys fall asleep, it’s the cutest thing ever. He loves when you sleep on his chest. Makes you feel close to him and you feel secure! He will never lay on your chest though. He wants to be a man and not some Baby Gangsta.

[shirophic]

birthdays, what intricate things, no? | fuyuhiko kuzuryu x peko pekoyama

here’s another drabble/fic i’ve worked on, lmao here. tw: mentions of blood, sword, mentions of death, angst

“Happy Birthday!”

It was Kuzuryu’s birthday, a special day for sure. After all, the young looking but bold yakuza was turning 23.

Everyone had celebrated with him, throwing a huge party at a nightclub. Party decorations were hung up everywhere, laser lights were dancing across the room, and the past contestants of the second (and hopefully last) killing game had fun, letting go of all of their worries.

Owari and Nidai were dancing together and bumping into everyone laughing loudly. Mioda was performing “I Squeezed Out The Baby And I Don’t Know Who The Father Is.” Saionji and Koizumi were hyping Mioda up while Tsumiki looked uncomfortable but tried to smile with the loud music. Tanaka and Soda were glaring at each other across the room while Nevermind was dancing to Mioda’s singing. Togami was at the corner of the room watching everyone while Hanamura was serving food out to the crowd of adults. Hinata, Komaeda and Nanami were talking with each other.

While Kuzuryu pretended on the outside as if he didn’t care, he really did. After the killing game, he has softened up to his classmates, occasionally letting his guard down.

He had nightmares about the game, although he looked like he didn’t care about the killings - he actually did. Yakuza dealt with gangs and mobs all the time, he was taught this very early on in his life. Whereas it was a yakuza’s duty to be on guard and kill when needed, he was in shock about the game.

Forcing literal children in a killing game? Kuzuryu had killed before, he had a lot of blood on his hands. But he never remorsed about it, afterall it was his duty as a yakuza.

Shaking away his depressing and remorseful thoughts, he looked over to the love of his life, Peko Pekoyama.

Peko was always there for him, always. She refers to herself as a “tool”, but Kuzuryu thought her more than that. Sure, he had grown up with Peko and she was always there like a knight in shining armour in case he got hurt but, in reality - he never wanted that. 

He had only wanted her.

Looking at the ground, he slyly took Pekoyama’s hand, a blush forming on his cheeks. Pekoyama turned around from watching Mioda sing and smiled at his antics. She took her other hand and put it on top of his, giving it a firm grip.

Kuzuryu slowly looked up at Pekoyama, locking eyes with her. She was stunning, as always. Her silver hair flowing on her shoulders (for once), her black and white checkered patterned kimono clashing with her light grey coat with her bamboo sword. And most of all - her bright, red eyes.

People were intimidated by Pekoyama at first glance, despite her cute name. But when you’ve known her for literally your whole life - you’d know better than that.

She’s sad that because of her fierce appearance and sword, she can’t pet fluffy animals. She doesn’t like senseless killing, even if she is the ultimate swordswoman. And lastly, she doesn’t know how to smile, after years of not smiling.

Kuzuryu and Hinata had tried to help her smile, it lasted a week. Pekoyama struggled while Hinata and Kuzuryu were her cheerleaders, hyping her up every step of the way. And when Pekoyama finally got her smile right, Kuzuryu’s heart stopped. It was the cutest smile he’d seen, especially coming from the woman you’d sell your soul to.

Coming out of his haze, Kuzuryu had tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you, Peko.”

Pekoyama smiled, tears forming at the ends of her eyes,

“I love you too, Fuyu.”

- - -

After a while, it was time to cut the cake. Everyone gathered at a circle table in the middle of the bar, excited.

“Woohoo! Baby gangsta turning 23 today! Can you believe it?” Owari yelled.

“Hey! I told you not to call me that anymore..” scowled Kuzuryu.

“I’m sure she means only good, Fuyu.” Pekoyama reassured.

Kuzuryu sighed, smiling up at Peko. He always melted when she used that nickname.

“Can we cut the cake yet? I’m starving.” Owari complained, getting nods of agreement from the other ex-students.

Kuzuryu stopped and then chuckled a bit, enough so that only Pekoyama could hear. He loves the fact that no one had changed, due to all of them going through so much together.

“Alright! Time to cut cake everyone!” Nanami smiled.

“Hey, why don’t you and Peko cut it together? Koizumi suggested.

Pekoyama looked over at Kuzuryu, smiling. “Shall we?”

Pekoyama unsheathed her sword, holding it and offering Kuzuryu to hold it as well.

“It’s your 23rd birthday, we must make it memorable.”

Kuzuryu silently agreed and took the sword with Pekoyama, getting closer to the cake.

Together, they slice the cake with Pekoyama’s sword.

But Kuzuryu paused. The cake was hard to slice, why? A cake should be made with flour, sugar, milk and eggs right? Why should it be hard?

“Hey why the pause? I’ve been waiting for this moment!” Souda said, clearly impatient.

Kuzuryu shook it off and continued to slice it, until it made a certain sound.

Squish

A cake shouldn’t make that sound either, what was happening?

Komaeda appeared beside his side, which Kuzuryu was confused about since he was sure he saw Komaeda across the table.

“Fuyuhiko, look at Peko.”

Chills running through his spine, he turned around to see Peko.

Pekoyama was there, hunched back, as the very bamboo sword she held cut through her stomach, blood flowing everywhere.

“Fuyu..? What did you… do?”

Kuzuryu stood in shock, not knowing what to do, he did the very best thing that came at the top of his mind. 

He screamed.

- - -

Kuzuryu woke up, startled from his dream.

It was 4 a.m, August 17th, a day after his birthday.

Kuzuryu sweatdropped, then getting up from his bed and going to his kitchen, hoping to make a coffee in peace.

And there his roommates were, Tanaka, Soda and Hinata, drinking coffee while talking together.

Kuzuryu sighed, and went further into the kitchen to make his own coffee.

“Hey Fuyuhiko, what’s wrong?” Hinata questioned.

“Agreed, what is pestering your mind?” Tanaka said shortly after.

“It’s.. It’s nothing, go back to whatever you guys were doing.” Fuyukiho said, obviously tired.

“Eh, you heard the guy,” said a nonchalant Soda.

Hinata and Tanaka both glared at him and focused their attention on Kuzuryu.

“No seriously, what's wrong.” Hinata questioned again, but with more of a firm tone.

Kuzuryu ignored him and made his coffee, pretending as if he didn’t have time for them.

Tanaka appeared at his side, a hand on his shoulder, “You do know, that you can confide in us, yes?

Kuzuryu sighed annoyedly, “It’s not that big of a deal! Just leave me alone.”

The room went silent. 

“You’ve had a nightmare again, haven’t you?” Hinata asked.

Kuzuryu went silent to that, glancing at Hinata, he nodded slightly.

The other three didn’t know what to do but give him space, so they let Kuzuryu finish making his coffee and watched as he headed towards his room, slamming the door.

Kuzuryu sat down on the side of his bed, sipping his coffee.

He didn’t know what to do at this point of life.

He was the Ultimate Yakuza, sure. But he had nothing to do anymore. He had graduated from Hope's Peak and now lived in an apartment with some of his ex-classmates.

The entirety of his life was dedicated to his yakuza duties. And now it’s gone. He only had memories of what his life had been of the past, all of which had Peko.

The mere thought of Peko brought tears to his eyes. He hadn’t - no couldn’t accept she was going to die, and had sobbed his heart out in front of everyone, not caring.

Peko was his life, his world. He had never wanted her to think she was just a tool for his benefit. He had never thought of her that way. She was a human being, just like him.

Kuzuryu started to sob quietly, remorsing Peko for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I-I miss you so m-much.. Peko..” Kuzuryu hiccuped. “w-why’d you have t-to leave me so e.. early..?”

Maybe it was a blessing just to have spoken to Peko.

Maybe it was a curse, he’ll never know.

Kuzuryu sobbed in what felt like an eternity, slowly falling back to sleep - and eventually, he met his lover again.

[ukiyoexo]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 — gangsta by kehlani

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — violence, guns and knife use, death

𝟐𝟐:𝟑𝟓, 𝐁𝐁𝐇 — “i said, put the fucking gun down.” there’s a waver in the man’s voice, a waver in confidence as he presses the cold metal tip of the barrel against your temple. his finger cautiously held on the trigger, too naïve to shoot, too nervous to let go. “why?” you smile dryly, shifting you’re eyes to the side to look at him. “is someone frightened,” your lips pucker ever so slightly into a pout, “scared that i’ll hurt you, baby?” his arm twitches at the nickname, you can feel the reverberations of his shaking hand travelling through the gun to your forehead. he stays silent still though. “no reply?” you huff, eyes rolling “fine.” you take your bottom lip between your teeth, holding the weapon up in your hand and opening your grasp, letting the gun fall to the ground.

“i dropped mine, now drop yours.” you instruct simply. and he does. removing the gun’s aim from your head and lowering it hesitantly, placing it on the small metal table next to you both. “good.” you turn towards him, a sickly sweet smile printed on your lips, hands brushing yourself off. your touch slowly slipping up your thigh, hiking up your dress until you reached the garter wrapped around your thigh, knife held in place.

your actions are quick and controlled, a swift swing and his throat is slit. he’s on the ground when you bend down to pick up your gun, blowing a breath to rid it of any dust. you take aim, putting the man out of his misery with a single shot, the bang unfortunately notifying his so called friends.

one enters from the door adjacent to you, eyes wide when the bullet hits him in the gut. the other that follows behind him is smarter and quicker, dodging your fires, but still not quick enough to avoid the knife to his chest. when the third enters, you aren’t as prepared as you’d like to be, the final man managing to disarm you of one of your weapons, twisting your arm until his chest is against your back and he’s holding your hand and knife against your neck. “now, tell me baby girl how will you escape th-”

another bang cuts off his sentence, grip loosening around you, body eventually slumping at your feet. “i thought you said you could handle it.” baekhyun spits, heavy breaths filling the room. “i was handling it.” you bite back, picking your gun up for the second time of the night. “didn’t look like it.” he tuts and you consider shooting him right then and there.

“what are you doing here, anyway? i thought siyeon was on this mission with me.” you start to clean yourself up, hand tugging down your black dress, gliding over the satin material, feet kicking off your heels as you step over the bodies splayed over the floor. “siyeon was busy.” baekhyun informs you, holding a hand out for you, one which you reluctantly take.

your partner stops at the door, turning to face you. he grips the lapels of his suit, tugging on them before reaching his arm forward, hand grazing your cheek. “there’s blood.” he states casually, wiping away the dark scarlett liquid but not moving his hand. touch instead lingering on your burning skin. “next time wait for me,” baekhyun whispers, leaning forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “i don’t know what i would do if you got hurt.”

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — exo, byun baekhyun x reader, angst, fluff, spy?gang?au, agent!baek, agent!reader, five hundred seventy six words

[brynfelan]

The One Where Hajime Only Knows Class 77b Because He Works At A 24-Hour Grocery Store

it’s DONE, it’s BAD, it has all the pacing of a POORLY-WRITTEN SNL SKETCH, but I can’t give less of a shit I am tired and putting it out into the world. @idnek83 I told you I’d fucking write it. It’s 5am and this was written purely out of spite. also, the credit for this idea goes to them. the only reason i wrote this is because they were too much of a coward to.

Word Count: 3272 Summary: Hajime Hinata works at a 24-hour grocery store and only knows class 77-B because they all come in at different times to buy some weird shit. Chaos ensues. This is crack, just straight up crack.

There are worse things than working the graveyard shift. It pays a little extra than day hours, there’s less work to do at the counter, and the only thing Hajime really has to worry about is a drunk customer getting rowdy. Actually, he enjoys it in a weird way. He just stands at the counter, runs people up, and then leaves at six in the morning to do whatever the hell he wants with his day. Usually sleeping, but it’s also nice to be free all the time.

His favourite part of the job is the set of students that come in between the hours of two and five almost every day. They aren’t usually together, but he’s pieced together that they’re all in the same class by descriptions that he’s gotten from the more talkative of the bunch. He doesn’t know all of their names, some of them he only knows by nicknames, but he does know all of their faces.

Kazuichi Soda for example, comes in at around two in the morning every Friday night. He usually buys shitty beer or cheap liquor, and complains that he’s the one that got sent out from the party to get more booze. Sometimes he also picks up random assortments of tools or screws. Hajime thinks it should probably be illegal to sell a man a 40 of cheap whiskey and a power drill at two in the morning, but he learnt to stop questioning the combination of things that people buy at this kind of hour. He dreads to think of the drunk creations that Soda makes.

On the other hand, Mahiru only comes in around once a month. Hajime knows her name is Mahiru because the first time, she drunkenly introduced herself to him and tried to explain that her combination of items were for a photoshoot and not for any kind of nefarious purpose. He isn’t quite sure what kind of crime she could commit with several bunches of half-dead flowers, a whole cream cake and a bottle of champagne, but he’d definitely like to see it.

It’s four in the morning on a Tuesday. Hajime gets off in two hours, and he’s currently dealing with one Gundham Tanaka. He knows his name is Gundham Tanaka, because he announces it every single time that he gets rung up.

“Huh. Sunflower seeds and hamster bedding. You got any pets?” It’s an innocent question, but at this point he really should have learnt not to question Gundham.

“You fool! I, Gundham Tanaka, have my four Dark Devas of Destruction at my command, ready to strike at any moment for insinuating that they are mere pets as you mere mortals call them!” Ah, good. This happens every time. “You may also notice that I am purchasing this protective potion. This is a defensive measure to protect myself from the very devils that seek to feast on my demon blood!

Hajime looks down at the mosquito spray. He’s definitely not getting paid enough for this.

“Right, yeah. Sorry man. I hope those, uh, devils don’t bother ya too much. That’ll be twenty-two fifty-nine.”

Four hamsters poke out from Gundham’s scarf to deliver the money to Hajime. He isn’t sure if that’s sanitary, but at least he gets to see some cute animals during his shift. For “warriors”, as Gundham calls them, they’re pretty sweet and don’t seem to be adverse to getting pet when they hand (mouth?) him the bills.

Even if it gives him daytime freedom, this job isn’t worth ten seventy-two an hour. He sometimes thinks about switching to the day shift, but he gets paid more to work nights and effectively does half the work. Hajime knows that it’s the best job he’s gonna get for a while, and it pays enough to get him through college. Still, he reminds himself to check for something better when his shift’s over.

Gundham is the last of the class he sees that night. He’s definitely eccentric, maybe the most eccentric of the bunch, but he’s never caused a real scene. Except for one time when he managed to smash three bottles of red wine in quick succession, but it happens. Hajime didn’t have to clean it up, so he’s definitely not paid enough to care.

The next night, it’s Sonia that walks in. She’s never formally introduced herself to him, but Soda never shuts up about her, so Hajime has a pretty good idea of who she is. She’s buying nearly his month’s rent in skincare products and murder mystery novels. She talks the whole time too, about how this store is so different to ones in her home country, how he must get so many interesting experiences working at these hours.

“Yeah, you sure could call it interesting,” He snorts a little, “You get some interesting people come in at these hours.”

“Ah, of course! You are a respectable man to hold a necessary job such as this, I believe I would be, as they say, boned without you here! Is it customary to tip workers in institutions such as this?”

Jesus, how much money does this girl have?

“Uh, not grocery store workers ma’am. Cash or card?”

When she pulls out the cash from her purse, Hajime nearly faints. He decides that she must either be a foreign dignitary or deep in some criminal ring in order to have this much money on her person at any one time. It’s not even in exact change, and she’s a hundred over her total.

“This is too much, ma’am. Here, this is yours.”

When he tries to give the hundred back to her, she steps away from the register and puts her hands behind her back. She’s smiling, and shaking her head.

“Oh, no. I shan’t be taking that! You must keep it.”

She’s either an angel, or Satan trying to tempt him with nearly double what he makes in a night. Arguing with her is pointless, she refuses to take her items until he pockets the cash. He hopes that he never has to explain that to his manager, because he hasn’t read the company policy but he’s nearly a hundred percept sure that accepting personal money is very much against it. She finally leaves nearly half an hour later, after insisting he keep the money. He can’t tell if he hopes she comes back, or that he never sees her again.

He ends up keeping the hundred. That’s way too much money to be given to pass up.

If Hajime had to name a favourite customer out of the students, it would have to be the girl that comes in a couple of nights a week to buy snacks. He doesn’t know her name, but she always talks about video games. They share the same taste in them, and he likes hearing about his favourites from another person’s perspective. He doesn’t really have anybody to play them with, but it almost feels like he does when she comes in and asks how far he’s gotten in whatever just came out that week. He thinks about her during his shift sometimes when things get slow.

That same night, a boy with all the manners of a particularly pissed off cat comes in. He’s with a girl that towers over him, and Hajime would laugh if he wasn’t afraid of getting his ass handed to him, since he’s pretty sure the girl is carrying a sword. He’s buying twelve packs of cookies, and a single toy bunny. He pays with a black credit card. Neither of them say anything to Hajime. He’s pretty sure that’s the “Baby Gangsta” that Soda has spoken about on a couple of occasions, but definitely doesn’t want to ask just in case he gets sliced in half. He only notices that he was holding his breath when they leave.

An absolutely giant man walks in just as Hajime is about to clock out. No really, he’s huge and all muscle. Hajime might be scared of him, if he didn’t have such a huge smile on his face. He occasionally comes in early in the morning to buy a hideous amount of protein powder and other groceries. Every time he does, he invites Hajime to “train” with him. Hajime is too scared to ask what training involves, and turns it down every time. By the size of the guy, he’s pretty sure any amount of training would kill him.

Hajime doesn’t know when he clocks in the next night that it’s going to be the most hellish night of his life. He doesn’t know that tonight is the night he hands in his two weeks yet. He’s pretty optimistic when he walks in, freshly showered and having just gotten back a pretty decent grade for one of his classes.

It starts at five. Kazuichi Soda walks in first, already drunk and talking to Baby Gangsta about some motorbike he’s going to jack up so much it won’t be road legal anymore. The Giant Man is close behind, talking to a girl about doing “it” (Hajime has no idea what “it” is and frankly he isn’t sure he wants to know). That’s the first sign. No more than three of them have ever walked in together at any one time.

Lagging behind a little is Gundham and Sonia, followed by Mahiru and the tiny girl that sometimes accompanies her. The only thing Hajime can remember about her is that she called some other girl a “toilet clogging bitch” one time. Three other men follow behind, one with light hair that looks just a little too skinny to be healthy, one that looks nearly exactly the same as him except taller and heavier, and one that’s even shorter than Baby Gansta. A girl with her eyes glued to a Game Girl trails behind them, the Sword Girl almost steering her out of the way of a promotional stand for donuts. Behind them is Ibuki Mioda, a girl that comes in sometimes to buy Monster Energy by the crate at three in the morning, talking to Mikan Tsumiki who usually accompanies her to run of the health risks of drinking too much caffeine.

Behind all of them is the devil himself, dressed up like an angel. Hajime doesn’t know he’s the devil yet, but he will in about an hour.

They’re in the store for all of ten minutes before shit starts going south. Hajime can hear things being tossed around in the aisles and shouting. He definitely isn’t paid enough to deal with that, so he stands at his register and hopes it calms down.

“C’mon, we just finished our finals, Ibuki wants to go hard!”

That’s never a good thing to hear when you still have two hours of your shift left.

Now, part of the reason why Hajime likes working the graveyard shift is that it’s quiet. Nothing happens, except for the one time a guy in a Scream mask came in and robbed his register at axe-point, but he’d already been working at the store for two weeks and couldn’t give less of a crap whether or not the company lost money over that. Tonight, it isn’t quiet. Tonight, there are sixteen students that Hajime thinks might give him a migraine if they don’t shut up for five minutes.

The worst part is when they disperse through the store. Before, all the noise was coming from one place. Now it’s everywhere. Hajime thinks that some of them are having a competition to see who can make all the toys that make sounds go off in the quickest amount of time. He can hear shouting and squealing and laughing (and is that crying? Is one of them crying in his store?) and he wonders if it would be worth it to just walk out and let them take whatever they want.

It doesn’t end there. There’s a loud smashing sound, and then the high-pitched whine of the girl who looks too young to be buying booze but Hajime has never cared enough to card because it’s not his job to parent her.

“You snot-nosed bitch! I bet you’re trying to make Hope’s Peak look bad, you drunk whore!”

“I’m s-sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The crying gets worse the more the short one yells, “I-I’ll clean it up and pay for it, don’t worry! Please forgive me!”

Hope’s Peak is that exclusive private place down the street, right? Hajime passes it everyday, but couldn’t have ever dreamed of getting to study there. He isn’t even really sure what they teach, besides that they always push out the greatest in whatever field of study they run. No, Hajime chose the cheaper option, and while it might have been nice to go somewhere so prestigious, it definitely wouldn’t have been good for his wallet.

From the other side of the store, he hears clapping and laughing. He doesn’t even want to think about what fresh hell is going on in the DIY section, where he’s pretty sure he can hear Soda spilling paint everywhere if the swearing from Baby Gangsta is anything to go buy.

Half an hour or so after they all walked in, Hajime is ringing up fifteen people. He’s the only one working tonight until the cleaners come in, and this is more people than he’s ever had to deal with in his life.

Sonia has bought sixteen bottles of the most expensive champagne the store sells. Hajime doesn’t want to think about the ordeal he went though last time she was here, so when she pushes an extra hundred into his hand he doesn’t bother arguing with her. Gundham, on the other hand, has apparently bought up every single vegan burger that was in the freezer section. He’s also got all the buns, and what feels like a hundred different condiments and salad options. Through tears, Mikan apologises for the trouble she’s causing while trying to pay for whatever bottle she broke – while at the same time picking up enough hangover medicine to cure an army.

By the time he’s rung everybody up, he’s exhausted. He wants to go to bed and never get out of it, to never see anybody again. He hates customers at the best of times, and these people might be excellent outside of this setting, but in his store they’ve been an absolute nightmare.

They’re all packed up and ready to go when the girl with her nose in the video game pipes up.

“Hey, where’s Nagito?” She asks through a yawn.

Then, it happens. Hajime hears a “whoops” from the back end of the store, and everything he’s ever wanted to not happen on his shift happens.

One shelving unit goes down, then another, then another. The sounds of shattering and splintering echo through the now otherwise silent store. They go down like dominos, each falling shelf worse than the last. It’s five fifty-seven in the morning, and Hajime can only watch as his divine punishment for choosing to work in a grocery store near a college is shown to him. Bottles are smashing, toys are crushed, he’s pretty sure that whatever happens in the fish section is no longer safe to look at with the naked human eye.

“I’ve never thought about committing murder before,” He says, “But now I think I understand.”

Everybody is quiet until the dust settles. The white-haired demon walks out completely unscathed, with an innocently shit-eating grin on his face.

“Ah, I can pay for this. I’m so sorry to have caused such trouble,” He says, waving his hands like it’s no big deal, “Please, allow me to pay for the damages. My terrible luck is a scourge on this Earth, I simply can’t apologise enough.”

Hajime sighs, and looks at the clock. It’s five fifty-nine. There isn’t an enough money in the world to pay him to deal with this.

“What the fuck happened?” Baby Gangsta asks, from the back of the crowd, “Seriously, you’ve had some bad fuckin’ luck before, but this shit takes the crappy cake.”

“Oh. I tripped.” He dusts his knees off, and smiles again.

It’s unnerving that he’s so calm about this. Hajime dreads to think what else he’s done in the past that would make this seem so natural to him. Can you bar somebody from your store for accidentally wrecking every single item that you have to sell?

“There is some hope to come from this, Kuzuryu, don’t worry!” He pulls out a tiny stuffed dog from his pocket, “Please, how much will this be?”

All Hajime can do is stare. He isn’t sure what god he pissed off to deserve this. He doesn’t believe in karma, but he hopes that whatever he gets in return for this is pretty damn good.

Six in the morning rolls around. The day-staff have walked in to the mess that is the store, and his manager is just staring at him. Hajime looks at him, and just shakes his head.

“If you want the story, talk to the guy with the white hair. I don’t even know what’s happening anymore.”

Immediately after he says that, he hears a whoosh. Then, everything starts feeling a whole lot warmer.

“Shit, store’s on fire. Komaeda, you’re going to get us banned from this store!” Kazuichi yells, running as fast as he can to the exit.

The others follow, and Hajime gives his manager a “what-can-ya-do” shrug, before following. This store isn’t worth getting a lungful of smoke over. Hell, he isn’t even sure working here is worth the extra cash that Sonia seems adamant to give him every time she comes in.

Sixteen students, Hajime, four other co-workers, two cleaners, and a General Manager stare as the building burns. Before his manager can open his mouth to speak, Hajime looks at him and says, “Nope. I quit. I’m leaving. Now. This isn’t my fault, and you can’t pay me enough to deal with it.”

There’s no argument. His manager just lets him go. The sixteen students get a lifetime ban. Hajime also gets a lifetime ban. The white-haired devil writes a check and walks away basically scot-free. The store is going to be closed for the next fuck-knows how long until it can get repaired. From the number of zeroes on that check, Hajime’s pretty sure this is an expensive problem to fix. He doesn’t care, it isn’t his problem.

“Hey, Mr-Store-Clerk Guy!” Ibuki grins at him, “Wanna come and party with Hope’s Peak? We just got done with finals!”

“Ibuki, that’s a fantastic idea! To repay our debt to him for causing so much trouble, we simply must invite him to part-ay with us!” Sonia claps her hands together and smiles like Ibuki’s just discovered Atlantis, “Please do come with us! But first, might we get your name? We all see you so often, and have never thought to ask!”

It’s six in the morning. Hajime rubs his temples. Any sane person would say no, because he’s tired and just quit his job so he’s going to need to find another one as soon as possible, and having a store burn down on your watch is not good on your resume.

It’s six in the morning, and if there’s any day that Hajime wants to start drinking at ass-o-clock in the morning and not on his dime, it’s this one.

“I’m Hajime Hinata. Please don’t burn anything else down.”

“Oh, don’t worry!” Nagito calls from where he’s standing by the manager, “I’m sure that after that I’ll have some incredibly good luck!”

[snarkwrites]

six sexy words | reggie mantle; let me take care of you.

Notes:

Oh hello, hi. Guess whose inspiration has finally come back from the war? A while back, I was linked this really neat prompt list by a dear friend of mine and it.. Sparked a few things. So… I guess this is me, starting a new one shots collection?

All of these come from my own mind and I don’t take requests for one shots / prompts, btw.

This is the prelude to my Riverdale fic Gangsta. It kind of... explains how Alyssa wound up getting with Reggie in the first place. Events have been moved around / misplaced, etc.. Anyway.. yeah. I know nobody asked for this but here ya go.

Prompts:

taken from either [ HERE ] or [ HERE ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

catching his gaze lingering on you, i still remember everything about you, let me take care of you were the prompts used here.

Fandom / Character:

Riverdale | Reggie Mantle x Andrews!Sibling OFC, Alyssa

Fic Alyssa Appears In:

[ here ] - read at your own risk. looose af canon compliance and some kind of dark themes are present (kind of an older guy manipulating a younger girl then stalking her sitch so be warned) and are hinted at here.

Warnings:

This one is kind of.. angsty. And there are some dark hints that people reading the fic linked above will pick up on. They're only vaguely hinted at here, btw, so... yeah.

A backstory literally no one asked for, lmaoooo.

Tagging:

@BRITHEDEMONSPAWN is the only one currently on my Riverdale tag list, so…

** if you want to be tagged in my Riverdale stuff, lmk!!**

Other Stuff:

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I looked up just as Reggie looked down. I could feel the weight of his stare every single time he shifted his gaze towards where I sat in the back booth of the diner.

A strawberry milkshake sat in front of me, untouched. I wasn’t even sure why I was at Pop’s. It’s pretty much the only place for all the lovey-dovey couples of Riverdale to come out on a Friday night anymore and I had to be a glutton for punishment because I knew that this meant the odds of me having a Valentine’s solo date in public, where people would look at me and judge or feel sorry for me for whatever reason, were high.

Not that it bothered me, but when you can feel everyone around you watching you like you’re a landmine or something, it gets old real quick.

A chair scraping loudly against the tiled floor of the diner as it was dragged over drew me out of my own thoughts and I braced myself. Preparing myself to look up from my phone and Snapchats that I had open to find Cheryl or Veronica or Betty sitting there, a sympathetic look in their eyes.

Instead, I looked up from a Snap my friend back in Chicago had sent me and my mouth opened in surprise a little because Reggie sat there, the backwards facing chair pressing into his chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s just another Friday.” I muttered, shrugging as I took a few noisy slurps of my milkshake and eyed him. “No hot female company tonight?” I gave him a mocked look of shock as I said it, laughing softly when his response was to pout right back at me.

“I mean, if you count the red-head I’m currently lookin at and I’ve been tryin to talk to all night, then yeah.” Reggie answered.

His answer caught me off guard and as a result, some of the strawberry milkshake went down the wrong way and I choked a little. Reggie chuckled, reaching over to lightly pop me between the shoulder a few times as he gazed at me in concern and amusement. “You good, princess?”

“Super. That would’ve been one hell of an obit though. Girl dies on Valentine’s Day while drinking a milkshake alone and nearly choking to death on strawberry bits.” I laughed and Reggie raised a brow.

“Guess dark humor isn’t your forte, huh?” I teased gently and Reggie gave a quiet chuckle.

“So… How are you feeling about being back in Riverdale?”

“It is what it is.” I answered, shrugging as my eyes wandered around the diner, taking in all the happy couples of Riverdale High.

My gaze settled on Reggie again and I struggled to come up with something even halfway passing as a conversation starter. Maybe that wouldn’t have been such a struggle for me if I’d stop getting lost in the depths of dark brown eyes… Or the way his tongue trailed ever so slowly over the outline of his mouth.

I found myself wondering why he was even over here talking to me to begin with. There was a booth full of River Vixens further towards the back, all laughing and whispering, and yes, occasionally calling his name.

I locked eyes with one of them and the sour look she gave me had me rolling my eyes.

“Hey, it’s gettin late. I doubt Andrews would want his sister walkin home alone…” Reggie trailed off under my amused gaze. I gave a soft laugh, finishing the last of my milkshake.

“Are you asking permission to walk me home, Reggie?”

“What if I am, baby girl?”

“First of all, it’s Alyssa…” I reminded him knowing fully well that it’d go in one ear and out the other, because it always has with him. Reggie’s been a nickname kind of guy for as long as I’ve known him and been friends with him. It’s nice to see that some things haven’t changed, even if at times that can be a little bit grating.

Baby girl just… has negative ties to it for me at the moment.

I winced at the thought and Reggie chuckled. “Okay, princess. Gotcha.” he muttered, leaning in a little. Reaching out and swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. I tried so hard not to tense up or flinch and I found myself hoping against hope that the little bit I did tense up went unnoticed.

I didn’t feel like answering questions and I didn’t want Reggie thinking I was weird or he’d offended me or something because honestly, he hadn’t. The whole thing was a me problem and it was one I was trying not to think about because I just wanted it all completely behind me. Forgotten about.

“You okay?” he asked, a brow raised as he eyed me in concern.

Crap. He noticed.

Apparently, the fact that he’s observant as hell hasn’t changed either.

I gave a soft laugh and nodded. “I just wasn’t expecting that. But it’s okay.” I quickly offered.

Deeper down, I have to admit… If so much hadn’t happened to me in Chicago, I’d definitely be falling hard and fast for Reggie Mantle all over again right now.

I did feel something. A sliver of a spark.

,, Don’t even think about it. The last time you felt sparks, you wound up getting in way over your head. Look where that got you, Alyssa…” that nagging little voice in the back of my mind spoke up, drowning out any and all other thoughts.

He’s my friend. Walking home with a friend isn’t a bad thing.

,, as long as it stops at friendship. Do you really think he’s just going to settle for you? He’s one of the big men on campus. Every girl wants him. Why would he choose you with all your current issues and that big nasty past of yours hanging over your head, threatening to ruin everything?” - and with that thought acknowledged, I smiled and cleared my throat. Breaking through his thoughtful daze with a soft laugh. “Earth to Mantle… You in there?”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just thinkin.”

“About?” I asked the question before I could stop myself.

“About how nice it is havin you back in Riverdale, Alyssa. You were always one of my favorite people.”

I smiled fondly.

Sitting down the styrofoam cup I’d drained of it’s contents, I rose up from my spot on the booth and held out my hand. “C’mon, lug.. If you insist on walking me home, we should probably get going… Stupid town curfew.”

“It is kind of dumb, huh? I mean, it’s not like we actually have a serial killer here.”

“It’s not like we don’t either. Sorry. I watch too many true crime documentaries.”

“No, you just lived in that big city too long. You forgot how safe and isolated it really is here.” Reggie chuckled. He slipped an arm around me and I tensed a little before I could stop myself.

I know he noticed it again, but he lowered his arm. Gave me an apologetic smile.

“Hey… do they still have those swings out behind the elementary?” I asked as we stepped out of the diner. He eyed me and smiled. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, since we do have a little bit of time left before I absolutely must be walking in my father’s door, I thought maybe we could go sit on them and talk? Like we used to? For old times sake?”

Reggie gave a soft grin. “I’d like that.”

“Just don’t try to send me into orbit like the last time I let you push me, okay?”

Reggie chuckled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he stared down at me.

I snapped my fingers in his face. “Hey…”

“Yeah, yeah. Look, I make no promises.” Reggie teased. I pouted up at him and we started to walk across the parking lot.

“You’re a lot quieter now, Alyssa. Skittish.. Are you sure you’re okay? I still remember everything about you and you weren’t skittish at all… If you wanna talk about it, you know you can talk to me, right?” Reggie asked as we walked towards the playground down the block. I sighed quietly.

“I’m not!” I spoke up, glancing up at him. Hoping he’d buy it and not keep pushing. Because I’m just not ready to talk about what I managed to get myself caught up in. And you just don’t want to see the disgusted look in his eyes when you do talk about it and he realizes just how stupid and pathetic you really are, the thought came but I shoved it out quickly. For the next minute or two, that heavy silence settled between us. I didn’t address the fact that he said I could talk to him. I know I could but… I just can’t right now. I need time. I need to get my head around everything.

And I don’t want to deal with the disgust I know he’ll probably feel. I know he will because I feel it, every single time I look at myself in the mirror. My parents and Archie keep insisting it’s not my fault, but all I can see is that I was the one who willingly got involved with the people I got involved with in the first place. I’m not stupid. I had to know that Dave didn’t really give a shit. That he was probably using me to stroke his own massive ego. That he purposely picked me when he sensed some deep hidden vulnerability. But I’m the one who let it happen. And I’m the one who let it go on for as long as it did and I allowed it to get to the scary point that it got to…

So yeah.. Pretty sure I don’t want to dump all this on Reggie Mantle and then see him look at me differently. I just… can’t.

I want to, but I can’t.

I hugged myself when the wind picked up, wishing I’d had the common sense to grab a thicker jacket before I left my dad’s house earlier. Reggie stopped our walk and slipped off his letterman’s jacket, holding it out. I eyed it and then him.

“Oh no. No. I’m not about to get my ass kicked by your fanclub.” I teased gently.

In reality, I knew that having the scent of his cologne so close to me would probably stick with me. It’d be too much temptation. Taking his jacket was a slippery slope.

“C’mon. Stop being so stubborn, woman. Look at you, shivering right now… You always took care of me back then. Let me take care of you, okay?”

He stepped closer. Not too close. Close enough that I knew if things were different, I’d totally be pouting right now because I’d want him closer. Before I could answer him, he slipped the jacket around my shoulders and I gave a soft and amused laugh. “Better, Reggie?”

“Yeah.” he answered. I tried not to notice it, but I couldn’t help myself. His eyes darted down and settled on my lips. His gaze lingered.

My heart hammered just a little harder against my chest.

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, trying not to think about the way he was looking at me currently and the way it made me feel. Because someone’s made me feel that way before but they turned out to be the most toxic person I’ve ever known.

I just.. I don’t know if I can trust myself or anyone else right now.

But I want to. God, I want to.

[ask-the-shorty-squad]

Having a nickname is fun!!! It shows that your friends really like you!!!

Yeah Baby Gangsta! Like how we call Terry Terry-yaki!

*TERUYAKI>:(*

And you're like one of the only people with a cool nickname!!! "Baby Gangsta"!! So unique!!

You can say it over and over too! Baby Gangsta! Baby Gangsta! Baby Gangstaaaa!!!! Yaaaahoooooo!!!!

Hey! Hey! If you cross your eyes like this!! You can have double vison!!! Two Baby Gangstas!!! Wowie!!!

It mostly just makes you look stupid.

[sillymann]

X, I have a game for you, it’s called Danganronpa, and if you like solving murder then you’ll like the story

And the tiny yakuza high schooler is hot too I guess

Oh yeah, uh, this guy

He is 5 ft 1in and he is the Ultimate Yakuza, he leads the Japanese mafia, his nickname is baby gangsta

manlet

[jknerd]

An, Ann N Anny AU: Samuel

Full Name: Samuel Jude Hills

Nickname(s): Twerp (by Anny), Baby Brother (by An)

Age: 13-16

Gender: Male

Credits: An’s spoiled and hot-headed little brother

Family: Mr. Hills (father), Mrs. Hills (mother), An (older sister)

Friends: Jinny, Nazz, Kevin, Rolf, Ann (crush)

Enemies: Anny, Kanker Sisters

Character

Samuel “Sam” Jude Hills is An’s younger brother who tends to be bossy, spoiled and short-tempered, only acting nice and charming when it serves him. He has An’s unending loyalty, mostly because of his constant threats of tattling on her to their mother who always favor him over his older, less-intelligent sister. He is frequently seen with his friend Jinny and rushes to her aid the moment she calls for him. Inheriting almost superhuman strength from An, he is very strong and is in football team. However, he is unaware of his older sister’s “gangsta” side.

Other person beside Jinny, Ann is the one he does not act bratty or violent to as he has enormous infatuation for her. And due to being a hormonal teen, he does fantasize himself being a stronger jock than Kevin and having Ann as his only cheerleader. Whenever someone mentions or is with the Double N, he ceases his true behavior and act nice. And as aware of her attraction to Kevin, Samuel considers the all-rounder as his personal rivalry for her affection. Despite his entitled and spoiled side, he does have some degrees of caring side to his sister as he is seen upset when the Kanker sisters mess with her.

[puff-yy]

okay ya know what fuck it more Genocide Shell facts

[like the last one,this post WILL contain spoliers for sdr2!!be warned!!]

⬤ in this au,Toko doesnt have Genocide Jack.i thought it would be a bit confusing to have two characters with a serial killer split personality...so i made it that only Kazuichi had it,you get me?

⬤ Shell may come off as rude and very disrespectful,but deep down,like DEEP,he just wants to make friends.Kazuichi treats him like literal shit,and that kicked his self esteem in the nuts

⬤ during Ch4′s class trial,Shell had tried to prove Gundham wasnt the killer of Mechamaru,because during Ch3 and Shell was out and about,the pair became friends (well,sort of,tbh) and didnt want to think his only true friend was going to die

⬤ on the topic of friends,Shell also became friends with Nekomaru and Ibuki,so it also hurt him when they were both killed

⬤ also,another quick thing - Shell killed Kazuichi's dad :D

●he also calls everyone stupid nicknames so...heres some of Shell's nicknames for everyone in the class!

~Hajime = Pinecone Head,Boring Personified

~Nagito = Fucking Creepy Asshole,High As Fuck Cloud

~Chiaki = Stubby

~Sonia = Fucking Wh0re,Sl*t,Sonia the First (for jokes,and when he fakes being nice)

~Gundham = Hamster Chan,Edgy Furry Teen

~Nekomaru = Shit Man,The Toilet Destroyer

~Ibuki = Cone Head

~Hiyoko = Croissant Hair

~Mahiru - AppleTop

~Teruteru = Potato Face,Dumbass Womanizer

~Twogami = (doesnt have a nickname for him...yet)

~Fuyuhiko = Baby Gangsta (says this in a baby voice),Boss Baby

~Akane = Big Tits,Muncher

~Mikan = Fucking Pussy,Crybaby

~Peko = Two Eyes,Screwdriver (for the way she calls herself a "tool")

~Kazuichi = so many rude things istfg