#and Yata is like pissed but also so turned on

[ridiasfangirlings]

Wheelchair user Saruhiko because I have to use a wheelchair and want comfort.

Wheelchair Fushimi and the first thing S4 has to do when he’s hired is make the place more accessible because all those stairs are not disability friendly, Munakata you should be ashamed. Imagine Fushimi who has always needed to use mobility aids in some capacity, maybe he can stand if needed for short periods but largely he needs the wheelchair for day to day life. He has a ton of trouble at home though because his giant house also has a huge staircase and you know Kisa wouldn’t even care that her kid can’t physically get up the stairs, his bedroom is on the second floor and if he has to literally drag himself by his arms to get there then oh well. Since normally no one is home Fushimi just commandeers one of the first floor rooms to be his, sleeping on a couch because he can’t bring the futon down from the other room by himself. Niki probably enjoys causing Fushimi a lot of trouble with the wheelchair too, hiding it when Fushimi’s sleeping or throwing it down the stairs and breaking it and Fushimi has to drag around this rickety wheelchair held together with duct tape because he can’t get a new one.

At school he’s allowed to just coast through because no one expects anything of the kid in the wheelchair and Fushimi figures if they think that way then why should he even try. When Yata saves him from being bullied Fushimi assumes it’s pity for the poor wheelchair kid and throws that in Yata’s face. Yata ends up troubled by it because he didn’t expect Fushimi to have such a sharp tongue and was he assuming stuff on his own. Imagine once they become friends though for Fushimi it’s like this is the first time someone’s seen past the chair and treats him just like anyone else. If anything Yata thinks the chair is cool, like Saruhiko’s so good at maneuvering it and you can go so fast, with the right tools Yata’s sure Fushimi could make a super awesome futuristic wheelchair. And because of this Yata is the first one Fushimi ever allows to help him too, like anyone else who touches the handles of Fushimi’s wheelchair gets a glare (imagine he puts spikes on them or glues knives on) but he’ll sometimes let Yata wheel him around when he’s feeling lazy and doesn’t want to push himself. (Yata also visits Fushimi’s house, sees Fushimi sleeping on a couch in a side room, and brings the futon down from upstairs without needing to be asked.) When they move in together imagine Yata being really conscientious of what Fushimi needs too, like they took a room on the first floor but there’s a single step to get in the doorway and Yata gets some wood and nails and bangs together a ramp so Fushimi can easily get around in his chair on his own.

In Homra is when all the old feelings of uselessness come back, Fushimi feeling like of course Yata thinks Mikoto is so amazing, Mikoto can walk. I imagine a lot of the Homra members at least initially being wary of Fushimi being a member too because of his chair. Even Kusanagi is hesitant for a moment, like them being middle schoolers already gave him pause but he’s really not sure about putting Fushimi in danger this way. Fushimi just glares when he starts to say anything though, and Kusanagi quickly realizes how competent Fushimi is regardless of the chair. Despite that trust Fushimi pushes himself more and more to be stronger, imagine he gets super skilled at maneuvering his chair in a fight and his chair is probably just decked out in hidden knives (oh imagine he can even pour his power into the chair too, Fushimi would totally be willing to run over anyone who pissed him off). 

When Munakata first shows interest in him Fushimi assumes it’s just being patronizing but it turns out that no, Munakata thinks he’s useful even with the chair. I imagine once in S4 Munakata gets Fushimi like the best chair money can buy and maybe Fushimi even customizes it too, like it’s got a computer built-in and Fushimi has fun with that. He adds more hidden knife compartments too, it’s pretty much a combat wheelchair at this point (and then he has a second more ‘normal’ wheelchair for when he’s in the office doing paperwork, and he can ‘accidentally’ run over Doumyouji’s feet with it when Doumyouji doesn’t finish his reports on time). Fushimi won’t admit it out loud but it’s important to him that Munakata sends him on missions alone and doesn’t act like he’s fragile or can’t do things, and even the squad think he’s super amazing. There’s probably some grumbling when he becomes third in command due to both his age and disability but anyone who works with him quickly finds out that the wheelchair in fact just makes Fushimi more dangerous.

[dukeswonderousmenagerie]

Allright, why’s Jigen close to throwing hands with Zeni?

BOY my friends, strap in, your in for a RIIDEEE

ok first a recap!

The Lavender Jacket Series is basically my own PT7, includes lore from Lupin 0 (kiddo), Koike and is basically just a lil self indulgent thing that popped into my head and I’ve been having fun with. It’s split into two parts, in Part One An unexpected near fatal shooting leaves questions unanswered and the gang on edge after one of their own is the victim of an unsuspecting hit. Decades old grudges are unearthed, friends become enemies, enemies become friends and a certain Gunman takes it upon himself to go into crisis management and clean up the mess left behind.

Now on to why Jigen punched or came close to punching Zenigata

im putting this under a read more cause this shits gonna get looonnnggg

Basically the Zeni/Jigen thing is a side plot

What started the mess: When Zenigata received intel about Lupin and finds out about the shooting and that Lupin was in the hospital, Zenigata had arrived to arrest him and upon finding out he was unconscious, still handcuffed him to the bed and needless to say it pissed Jigen off and the two got into a argument about it that nearly came to physical blows because Jigen couldn’t believe that Zenigata would do that knowing that Lupin isn’t even in the condition to wake up let alone *sit up* with a enough energy to run away.

Zenigata claims it was just him doing his job, and that Jigen was considered *lucky* he had the decency to not handcuff him as well when he basically saved him the night before from the local police after Jigen was assaulted.

Because basically what happened is the same people who went after Lupin and Jigen, went after Zenigata and Yata and Zenigata landed in the same hospital as Lupin.

When Jigen found out, he decided *the enemy of my enemy is my friend* and made a deal with Zenigata that if Zenigata would allow Lupin to be uncuffed that he would help him with the case since he also had a bone to pick with the people who hurt Lupin.

Zenigata agreed but only on his side of the condition that if Jigen helped him with the case that whenever he asked for it, Jigen would aid him in the future, knowing the man kept promises like that.

Zenigata also wanted to help Jigen cause kinda scares him when Lupin isn’t around since Lupin albeit very surprising is the only thing keeping Jigen on a leash

Cause you see no matter what they were. No matter what relationship Zenigata had with Lupin, whether it be sworn enemies or acquaintances or drinking buddies or whatever the hell this whole cat and mouse thing had grown into over the years, he knew the loyalty did not spread to Jigen the same way.

Lupin may have been out of commission for the time being but that did not mean Jigen would just automatically turn his loyalty over to him just because Zenigata had offered to help.

Now ON TO THE REAL REASON WHY JIGEN NEARLY SOCKED ZENI COLD

Now the reason as to WHY Jigen nearly punched Zeni is actually based around these two screenshots

They basically perfectly depict why Jigens so pissed, not only with Zenigata, but with the whole cuffing shit

publicity

Basically the idea is is after lupins “incident”, Jigen tried his best to keep as much of it on the down low as possible.

Hoping that whoever hurt Lupin would think he was dead in order to iron out some of the issues that came with it, like retaliation or another attempt on his life while he was unable to protect himself.

The problem is however is Zenigata found out about it somehow, either he was tipped off by someone or something, Jigen doesn’t know. But it’s because of that, that it’s not long before not only the police but the press show up as well. Which means publicity

Which also means Jigens attempts at keeping people from knowing Lupin was alive are dashed and fruitless and now he has to deal this new issue 

What pissed *Jigen* off even more is that Zenigata brushed the danger off, claiming that the ICPO would protect Lupin while also *handcuffing* Lupin to the hospital bed, which Jigen found to be a big no no because if something happened, it would put Lupin in danger.

Cut to the scene with him on the roof that happens just a few moments before Jigens discovery of Zenigata’s actions, Jigens ranting and raving on the roof above the police cruisers and reporters, about three seconds from loosing his temper, calling them all *Goddamn vultures* looking to cash in on the story 

He KNOWS they don’t know what’s truly going on, especially Zenigata, but their getting in the way of him keeping Lupin safe and needless to say he’s not happy

It also doesn’t help that Zenigata at the moment is being *ridiculously* stubborn, refusing to take Jigens words into consideration when he tells Zenigata that he *knows* how bad the people who might come after them because of this truly are and that lupins in more danger with the cops here then he was without them

The only time Zenigata *actually* listens is the night after Jigen snuck in to the hospital to see Lupin late one night and  discovered all the cops that Zenigata had posted outside the hospital as well as the reporters were gone, and finds Lupin unprotected having later finding out that because of the news, Lupins attempted killers find out they were indeed still alive and NYPD officers on the assassins payroll cleared out everyone too make room for the assassination attempt, having paid off a police chief to basically have his men “abandon their post” and leave Lupin unattended, and had Jigen not decided to go up that night, the attempt would have been made and the police would quietly “clean up the mess” and cover up what actually happened that night

However, Jigen ends up scaring off the guys sent to kill Lupin, but in the process is assaulted by the paid off police chief who punches him in the face nearly breaking his jaw.

Jigen passes out shortly after but not before Zenigata, who arrives just in time to “save Jigen”, claiming that the local police had no authority to arrest him as he was ICPO territory, cuffs him himself and throws him in the back of his cruiser, where Jigen finally passes out, only to wake up the next morning with a large shiner on his jaw.

And the funny thing is is despit all this, Jigen still turns out to be right

If Lupin didn’t need to be where he is he *wouldn’t be there*

There are many ways to stay hidden and lie low

But as much as it hurts jigen too admit the hospital is where he needs to be, Jigen can’t take care of him like he needs to be and it bothers him but the least he can do is keep a eye on him

Except now his job is 200% harder because of some obsessed cop who refuses to listen until it’s too late, making him stuck in a situation he hates because it makes it tougher to protect the one he's hellbent on protecting

[flamingskater]

Okay, I've been wanting to do this one for a fat minute so here we go!

~~~~~~~~~

It's a typical Saturday afternoon for Saruhiko and Misaki. Both are bored so they decide to turn on their gaming system and play some online games with each other, and they usually tag team to beat up other players on their games. Yata is usually the one who makes the other players angry, thus getting them to chase him throughout the game, while Saru remains hidden and takes out the other player before they can even realize what's happened.

Naturally, they hear a lot of screaming, cussing, and rage quitting through their headsets, but it just makes them smirk toward each other and they continue their little plan.

Now, out of the two of them, Misaki is normally the one who always screams and cusses whenever someone pisses him off in game, which is very often. While Saruhiko is always quiet and keeps a serious look on his face while telling Misaki to calm down.

Everyone on the game knows who is who when it comes to the two of them so no one, not even Misaki is ready when it finally happens.

During their game, someone finally catches on to where Saruhiko's character is hiding and instead of chasing down Misaki, they casually sneak up to where Saruhiko is. Neither of them see it coming because it's never happened like that before, so when Saru's character suddenly ends up dead, both Misaki and Saru are very confused.

Silence takes over both of them for several moments, as they're both still in shock to see the screen showing Saruhiko's dead character until finally, one of the controllers is SLAMMED down.

"You little shit! How fucking dare you sneak up on me like that! You better hope I don't fucking find your ass because when I do, I'll kill you so many fucking times, you'll never want to come back! I'll show you absolutely NO mercy!"

Everyone's heard it on the headset, and some players are even laughing because they think it's Misaki and his empty threats, but it isn't. After a few more minutes, Misaki finally finds his words and speaks so quietly into the mic that he can barely be heard.

"Uh- that wasn't me..."

That's when it finally clicks for everyone playing that it wasn't Misaki, but it was in fact Saruhiko, the one always telling his partner to calm down.

Afterwards, no one dares to ever mess with Saruhiko's character again and they eventually go back to playing. Misaki has slid a bit away from Saruhiko because he's actually scared now, but also very impressed and proud that his babe actually did such a thing and scared the shit out of everyone else playing.

At the end of their game, the mics come off and both of them sigh before staring at each other. Saru's expression is calm once again and Misaki is grinning like an idiot.

"I didn't know you had that in you. I'm impressed but also a bit scared." Misaki says before letting out a small laugh.

"Shut it, Misaki. That's never happening again." Saruhiko rolls his eyes, clearly embarrassed about such a childish outburst.

He claims it won't happen again, but it totally happens again, and soon Misaki joins in on cussing out whoever dares to sneak up and eliminate Saruhiko, and Saruhiko sometimes does the same whenever someone takes out Misaki.

[itsuki-minamy]

WONDERFUL SCHOOL DAYS: MY PRECIOUS RED

CHAPTER 4: AUTUMN

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: skyflyinginaction

* Gakuen K (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

During the summer vacation month, she spent a lot of time playing and then the new semester began.

There were many school events in the fall. The sophomores had a school trip, and they were planning and preparing for it, so they were busy with more than just school work, and the days were rushing by.

In the blink of an eye, summer vacation turned into a page of memories, it turned cool, and she changed her uniform. Then they entered the period of preparation for the intermediate test, which was a difficult task for the red club in many ways.

Furthermore, it seemed like Suoh could repeat a year again.

Specifically, if he gets a red point, he will have another repeat year.

To avoid that, Kusanagi told all the members that they would be banned from entering and leaving HOMRA until the end of the intermediate test.

In the first semester, if they got even a red dot, they would ban him, but in the second semester, they were all banned until the midterm test was over. By the way, if they get even a red dot, it looks like it will be banned until the end of the year and the New Year holidays.

Of course, they were not satisfied with the harsh words.

Everyone had to shut up at Kusanagi's words, "By Mikoto."

"Although Mikoto works hard, what about the others? Those below can avoid the red dot, but the one above is like this. Yes? It's a collective responsibility."

Suoh sighed at the words, and if Suoh agreed, no one could complain. Everyone agreed with that.

From that day on, Suoh was in the dorm as soon as he finished school. He studied while he was watched by Totsuka. Everyone had a study session in the school's red club room and headed straight back to the dorm.

Saya, Yata, and Kamamoto often went to the library together. Like today.

When she stopped the movement of the mechanical pencil, she exhaled.

Yata, who hated studying and got bored quickly, probably did his best for Suoh, but for some reason, he tended to get distracted.

"I wonder if it will finish soon..."

Saya lowered the tip of the mechanical pencil as she turned it over in the notebook.

They were a little upset that they couldn't see Suoh, Totsuka, and Kusanagi.

But even after they finished, they started preparing for the school festival right away. After the school festival, the final test. After that, a Christmas event, and so on.

Of course, there will be activities with the red club at school festivals, so she doesn't think she can't meet them at all. However, she cannot afford to neglect her class activities and if she thinks about it, she believes that the time to go to HOMRA will be greatly shortened from now on.

And, aside from Suoh, Totsuka should be busy studying for the entrance exams if he goes to college.

Now that she thought about it, in the ordinary activities of the club, the third-year students have already retired.

She maybe she "could play" until the summer, and she thinks she won't be able to see them much from now on.

"No. It's lonely."

Involuntarily, she put those words into her mouth.

The truth is, she didn't like it at all. For the future, it is not something she can say. She was not good to stop thinking that.

It didn't mean that she couldn't get together at all, and she felt like it was something different to be hanging out all the time, so she wondered why she was thinking that.

But if she had an excuse, she would lose everything again.

Back then, it seemed like a miracle to be surrounded by "friends" like now.

Every day was fun, comfortable, cool and she wanted to be "the way it is".

"I want to see Suoh-senpai..."

Just seeing Suoh dozing on the bar couch, she felt relieved.

"I want to see Totsuka-san and Kusanagi-san..."

She was healed by Totsuka's gentle smile and Kusanagi's mischievous smile.

Since she moved she was there, since she was very lonely.

"Oh, I wonder if the test will end soon..."

It was at that moment that she sighed several times.

"I can't help saying that."

Yata said it as if he was a little frustrated and stood up.

She was surprised by the words because she thought Yata had the same feelings.

When he opened his mouth, Yata coughed, "I'm thirsty, so I'm going to buy something.", and immediately turned his back on her.

She couldn't understand how he looked so terrible. She turned her eyes to Kamamoto.

"Huh? Did I say something that pissed him off?"

Or was she loud? Did she get in the way even though he was so focused?

Oh, or was she persistent? Repeating things that cannot be avoided.

"Uh, did I say something wrong? I'm sorry."

Kamamoto smiled and shook his head.

"No, do not worry."

"But…"

"Yata-san is a great person."

"Eh?"

Eh? Were they talking about the same topic?

When she bowed her head, Kamamoto smiled even more and looked out the window.

"But the three people in front of Yata-san are more amazing. Maybe it's frustrating."

"What? What's the story? I don't know."

"That's fine, Konohana-san. Don't worry."

"......?"

"Yata-san wasn't mad at Konohana-san either. Don't worry."

Once again, she was scared and confused, and looked towards the door where Yata had disappeared.

The day was quite heavy.

It was the time she closed the library, that is, the time they left school, so she gathered her books and went to the entrance with Yata and Kamamoto.

"The sun is setting faster."

She looks up at the sky, which changed color at night, as if light ink had been spilled.

Since then. Yata, who immediately returned with a drink, didn't seem to be in a bad mood at all, which made her feel very relieved, but what was it after all?

However, she did not want to infuriate him and make him angry again, so she avoids that topic and, thanks to her hard work, she felt that her studies have improved a lot. Not only her, but also Yata and Kamamoto.

When she goes back to the bedroom, she will do the best she can.

She stretched out and suddenly looked at Yata.

It was already October. Everyone in the red club wears a pure "black" that was different from ordinary students.

"By the way, the red club does not have girls' uniforms because there are no other girls. Not only now, but I am the first in history, right?"

"Huh? Ah!"

"It's a bit disappointing. The red club's black school uniform is great. The girls don't have those school uniforms, but I wish I had a black uniform. Wearing the same black as everyone else. I wish I had."

"……!"

"Well, it's a real problem, and I know it's impossible to make a uniform for one person, right? Even the silver club wear normal uniforms."

She look at Yata and Kamamoto, and smile.

"After all, I long for that a little. It's great."

"Seriously?"

"That's how it is."

When she said that, Yata thought about the words for a bit and pushed the bag against Kamamoto.

When she wondered what he was going to do, Yata took off his school uniform and smashed it against her startled head.

"Eh?"

"Then, you should put it on."

"Eh?"

(Oh Yata-kun, isn't it cold in just a shirt? You'll catch a cold.), she thought.

She tried to quickly return it, but he said, "Okay, put it on!"

"No, it's okay... I'm happy though! But Yata-kun, isn't it difficult if you get sick before the test? If you get a red dot, will you be banned until the end of the second semester?"

When she said that, he was a little upset and said, "The distance to the bedroom is not an exaggeration."

Well, it certainly wasn't that cold yet.

And she was happy after all. The red club uniform, the test of friends that everyone wears. To say that she did not yearn for it was a lie.

When she said "Oh, thank you.", she took off her light blue uniform and offered it to Yata.

"Eh?"

"Then Yata-kun, you can use this one. After all, it's cold."

"But...! Do you think it would fit me?"

"What?! The height doesn't change that much!"

"Ah?!"

"This, Konohana-san, leave it at that!"

It was true, but Yata turned around, so she didn't say anything else, and she was a little excited to put on Yata's school uniform.

"Eh?"

However, when she pulled it up her sleeve, she thought her height wouldn't change much, but it was big. She couldn't get her whole hand out of her sleeve. Her shoulders also felt like the fabric was too loose.

Oh, that?

"Yata-kun, are you bigger than me?"

"Ah, it's true!"

When she accidentally coughed, she said...

"Wow! I'm sorry! Because it doesn't normally look like this!"

But that was correct. After all, he is a boy.

Suddenly, a strange sensation arose and her chest gradually warmed up.

She held her mouth gently with her hand hidden in the sleeve of his school uniform.

The red club uniform and Yata. It was warm, and she was happy.

"Why does a girl look cute when she wears men's clothes? Oh, isn't that our uniform? Yata-san…"

"Bah! Oh, it's just a shirt!"

"Eh? Wow, is that so?"

She also thought that he would say, "It is not mine!"

When she looked at Yata with blinking eyes, she wondered if he had noticed, and suddenly he turned bright red. Involuntarily, she looked at Kamamoto and laughed.

"Hmm...! Don't be laughing!"

"Ah. I'm sorry. Because..."

She was happy.

(Oh, I think I'm very happy. Who would have imagined such a day would come? I wonder if I'm that happy, but every day I have fun.), she thought.

"You're laughing!"

"Fufufu. Come on, sorry. A little later..."

She grabbed Kamamoto's arm and laughed.

She was happy. Finally, she was having fun.

Then she didn't notice.

There were people who looked at her and exchanged words.

++++++++++

"Well, at the red club?"

"Yes, in the red club."

Totsuka smiled kindly.

Thanks to the effort, Suoh passed the intermediate test brilliantly. Also, it seemed like there was a lot of space when it came to points. After all, he was a person who could do it. He just didn't do it.

Then as for the other members, there were a lot of people who were barely there, but all of them still had no red dots. Everyone could do it, right? They just didn't.

So the next big event is the school festival!

Of course, this was her first experience at the school festival. She really wanted to do it from now on.

The next day they said it at the "HOMRA" bar. After a long time, senior Totsuka sent a notice to all the members of the red club so that they could meet in the school club room.

And then, looking around the lineup of members, Totsuka said, "Let's do something at the school festival, red club."

"Of course it's fun to look around at the school festival, but don't you think it's best to be ready for anything?"

"Yes, that is true."

"That's why I suggested doing something at the red club. Wouldn't you like to create the best memories of Konohana-san's first school festival?"

Eh? Well, why?

Totsuka smiled, she was surprised and looking at him, said: "Basically, I like festivals. They are…"

"But..."

"Let's participate this time, Konohana-san. Of course, it's not just preparation, right?"

"......!"

At Totsuka's words, they breathed involuntarily.

"Totsuka-senpai...?"

"Didn't you do your best in summer too?"

"That's it…"

"Because we are together."

They all looked at her as their words invited her. She clasped her hands and turned around.

Until the summer, she thought that she would have shook her head immediately.

"I'll help you get ready. But that day... the school festival itself... I think I shouldn't be there. Because I heard from Kukuri-chan that a lot of people other than students will be coming."

She was afraid of being in a crowded place. But…

"It's okay, Konohana-san."

She lifted her face at Totsuka's voice. She was even more nervous and clasped her hands.

Until the summer, she thought she was more scared than necessary. Most of all, she was afraid of herself and she was always nervous.

Before moving there, she could not leave the room. In the end, she even thought that there was no way to protect someone from her.

But now she was a little different. She wanted to participate.

She was not afraid of herself. It was a strange expression to say that she was fine, but she was really trying. She still she was afraid.

She didn't want to break things again. She didn't want to hurt people. She was waiting so hard for it, she wanted to participate.

She wanted to be with those people and get involved with people.

Thanks to everyone in the red club she come to think that way. There were also Kusanagi and Kamamoto.

Everyone believes in her. They treat her well without hesitation. She clasped her hands and laughed.

Kamamoto also supported her without hesitation. They all take care of her and support her.

Above all, Yata, who always protected her. He cared about her and went to find her first, pulling her hand.

Someday, she might kill Yata. She had much fear and she fell.

But Yata was not afraid. Yata should be able to think of himself.

He believes in her more than she does, and stays with her.

"Wow, I..."

But of course, she had not forgotten the danger of her abilities.

Earlier, Munakata told her that he wanted to talk, but she ran away from him at the time, but when she consulted with Totsuka at a later date, he said, "I'll tell Fushimi."

"I'm trying to find out about Konohana-san's abilities."

"Leave it to me. Rather, Konohana-san shouldn't have any contact with the blue club." He pointed his finger at Yata and smiled.

She therefore decided to leave the report to the blue club entirely to Totsuka. Since then, the blue club's interference with her had completely disappeared, as evidenced by the fact that it had been broadcast correctly.

But that didn't mean she was glad. It was not a relief. In fact, she started training to control her abilities around that time.

(I'm free to do it, so I can't help but do my best, right?), she thought.

She would not be afraid of herself forever. She couldn't just be protected and pampered for it. She had to fulfill her responsibility appropriately for them.

That is why she started training. First of all, the basics of the basics. From the place where her ability was revealed.

She went to Kawahara on her day off, and she was doing her best with "superhuman strength" first.

Even if she tried to use it, she didn't show up, although she did show up when she wasn't doing anything.

She had a lot of problems at first, but thanks to her hard work in the summer, she was gradually becoming apparent. It was really a little progress.

For that, and above all thanks to everyone, she believes that she has been able to have a little courage. That is why a change of opinion may have occurred.

If everyone was there, she might stop being afraid of herself.

If Yata was there, she might believe in herself a little.

In the red club, with everyone, she felt that she could take a step forward.

Even if she stepped forward, she felt that she could forgive herself.

"Unlike..."

Bravely, she looked around her and parted her lips.

"I want to participate."

"……!

They all sparkled at the words that she desperately said with courage.

"It's okay!"

"I will do that!"

Everyone was talking and clapping.

"Well, I made up my mind."

Totsuka's smile made her heart warm.

She squeezed her chest tightly with both hands.

Oh, she even she was glad she let her skill slip away on the first day of moving.

If she had hidden it, she could not have been like this, if she had been completely hidden.

At that time, she was able to become "friends" with everyone in the red club because she had run away, and because of that she was able to make the red club monitor her abilities, report the situation and monitor her.

And she, too, was able to make an effort to gain control.

Yata said that he was in debt to her. Thanks to her, he doesn’t hurt students in general. And he apologized for hurting her on that occasion.

She was sure that feeling hadn't changed.

But wasn't it really the opposite?

The Yata thing was certainly a mistake for Yata, and perhaps it was a crime. But for her, it was the opposite. That was what saved her. He helped her to be like she was now.

"Let's have fun!"

"Yes!"

When she took a long break, Totsuka laughed and looked around his again.

"That's why I'm actually talking about what to do."

"Hmm. Isn't it a shop rather than an exhibition? It's not like a coffee shop, it's a stall. There are a lot of people, so if we take turns, we won't be there for that long during the day. I have enough time to look around."

Everyone screamed at Chitose's words.

"That's right. Let's think in that direction."

"Easy cooking is good, isn't it? Or is it something that can be prepared in advance? You don't have to wait long at the place."

"That's right. I want to avoid fried foods if possible. It's hard."

"Besides, isn't it better to eat something you can eat without using chopsticks?"

"Oh, that's right. You should be able to choose where to eat."

"After that, the cost of the material is cheap."

"In other words, you can get it cheaply."

"Something that collects in my stomach."

"Something that looks good."

"It's also important that cooking is easy."

"It is also important that the menu does not overlap with other food stands."

They looked at each other, and then looked up, "Hmm."

There was silence.

Thinking of it that way, it is quite difficult to decide on a menu.

She looked at the cloudy and inorganic ceiling, which was different from the "HOMRA" bar, and she thought more.

By the way, did they plan the school festival like this last year? While they made a fuss with everyone.

After all, the school festival itself was canceled due to that heinous "accident", and she couldn't go to the school itself shortly after that, so she made a plan.

At the time, she was talking about offering some food. She came up with several ideas. Takoyaki, okonomiyaki, yakisoba, French fries. However, they were likely to be used by everyone in other classes and club activities, so she was concerned.

"Meat roll, hot dogs."

She involuntarily coughed. They all looked at her at once.

After many days of worrying, the menu they decided on was "Meat Roll Dog".

At one point, everyone clapped and cheered.

The memory that she had become distant pierced her chest.

She gritted her back teeth and looked at everyone around her.

"How about a meat-wrapped ball? Simply put, it's a meat-rolled rice ball. It's not a bale or a triangle, it's like wrapping rice and meat around disposable chopsticks."

"Rice ball wrapped in meat?"

"That's right. How to do it would be: wrap the rice and the pork belly around disposable chopsticks. You can add a little vinegar to the rice. It is refreshing and has a bactericidal effect. I will do a lot in the morning. On the day of the festival, we will bake it one by one shortly before the school festival starts. When the school festival starts and an order is placed, just put it in a grilled meat sauce and heat it on an iron plate. The first step is to grill it and then add the sauce. I think, if you have two iron plates, it can be efficient."

They all look at each other.

"The offer itself is as simple as putting it in a paper cup or something and handing it over. No special packaging is required and it's easy. The cost of the material is just rice, pork belly, and roast beef, so doesn't cost a lot. But it's not bulky. Oh, maybe toothpicks and a paper cup?"

"Oh, okay! That!"

Chitose was the first to shine and scream.

Then they all did it one after another and smiled.

"You can eat even if you wake up just by biting."

"If that's the only material, I think you can get it at a fairly low price."

"And the rice has a lot of volume. The satisfaction should be high."

"It looks great. Meat wrapped balls look delicious just in writing."

"On top of that, it's a bit different from the standard, and it seems like it's easy to carry."

Totsuka coughed and smiled.

"How nice!"

"Yes!"

In a word, she almost cried.

She thought sin was sin. It was irreparable that she did it.

The school festival that she couldn't go to with her old friends a year ago, could no longer be recovered.

But she could start over and take a new step.

Although she couldn't get back what she lost, she could get a fresh start.

She was so happy it was painful.

"If you decide to do so, you must write a stop permit request immediately."

She couldn't cry, it would seem strange to everyone.

Someone poked his head out with eyes closed, her mouth held in her hand and her head down desperately enduring tears. Probably Totsuka. Totsuka's voice echoed in front of her.

She gritted her back teeth, took a deep breath, and slowly raised her face.

In front of her, after all, was Totsuka.

She was relieved to see the soft smile.

"Food stands, permits, applications...?"

"Yes. When you make a position in a school festival, you have to apply as the red club in advance. I will take care of the gas and fire, to prevent accidents."

"Red club?"

"Of course, most things in this school are self-governed by the students. It is not the teacher who gives these permissions."

Oh, it was true.

"So first, King has to get a job permit application from the red club."

"Eh?!"

(Suoh-senpai?!), she thought.

"Why Suoh-senpai in person?"

"That's the rule. It is the representative of the department who is going to find the application and submit it. Well, that's correct. You get permission to work as a department."

"Okay, what is...?"

(No, I don't think Munakata-senpai will do anything.), she thought.

But no matter how she thought about it, they feel like oil and water.

"Well, okay. Maybe."

(Maybe? I don't think it's possible!), she thought.

But when Totsuka laughed and said, "Okay.", he walked over to Suoh, who was dozing on the couch, and hit him on the arm.

"Hey, King."

"So today's discussion is over? I have nothing to do until Mikoto-san receives the request form."

Kamamoto looked at Totsuka, who shook Suoh.

"Oh, that's right. Everyone will be ready for class."

"Oh, yeah. After this, I have to go get ready for class."

It was said that Kukuri would email her once her workplace was decided.

At that moment, the PDA rang to notify her of an incoming call. (Oh, Kukuri-chan. Just in time!), she thought.

When she took out the PDA, Totsuka looked at her.

"A classmate?"

"Yes. She said that she would email me when the workplace was decided. I was a little late due to the meeting at the red club."

An email with an image attached. And the image was a simple sketch of the school building.

A red star was drawn at one point.

"It was the right time. I have to go."

"What is Konohana-san's class doing?"

"It's a display system. The details are still secret."

"Oh, so is it quite difficult to prepare?"

"It seems. Was it set up today? They told me to tell my friends when the location was decided."

"I see. If it's an exhibition system, you can work hard at the red club position that day."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Maybe it will happen."

When she understood, Totsuka laughed mischievously and said, "I heard something good."

"Because we have a valuable female member, Konohana-san."

"Yes!"

"Good. Then go. What about that? What about Yata and Kamamoto? Huh?"

"The boys should have another preparation, and they are acting differently from me."

Instead of the two who didn't seem to move, she said so and waved back saying, "I'm leaving."

"Welcome."

When she left the club room, she pulled out the PDA and ran away.

"Wow, it's pretty far."

The stars indicated the rear of the school building. It was a place she hadn't been to yet.

Even though it had been half a year since she came to school, there are places where she still hadn't set foot. Anyway, even though this school was so big, she wondered if Kukuri could secure such a place.

She was wondering a bit, but maybe it's a good place to work just because it's far away? She rethought.

Yes. she should have noticed it there.

"Oh, that?"

When she saw the empty space with no one, she inadvertently tilted her head.

She tried to follow the sketch, but there was no one.

Old... Was it a place to store tools? Anyway, it was just a place with a warehouse-like building. It wasn't that big.

It was tough... Not that it was tough, but she got the impression that was a bit messy in the beautiful school, which was well maintained throughout. The ground was bare, a lot of pebbles have fallen, weeds grew here and there and it was a bit dark behind the school building. Also, it was a bit humid.

Of course, there was no evidence that it was being worked on. It was done too. It was funny.

However, it should be here.

"......?"

She tilted her head and looked back at the PDA.

(Did I make a mistake? No, but it should be okay. I walked out the door, I came there, I turned around and I came here...), she thought.

"Oh, it's funny. It should be here."

It was then that he was desperately comparing the plane of her head with that of the PDA.

Yes. It was exactly there.

Behind it was also quite close, there was a footfall.

The moment she tried to turn around, her eyes suddenly turned completely black.

"Eh?!"

It wasn't until she was beaten that she realized she had something on her head.

Her arm fell to the stepped spot and she was roughly pushed just as she was. Her body suddenly hit something and made a loud noise. Immediately after, a loud metallic sound.

"Eh?"

She didn't know what happened and she was confused.

But that was also a moment, and when she flinched, she quickly picked up what was on her head (it was like a box) and looked around her.

However, only a few things appeared.

It was so dark that she thought she was still wearing something.

"Eh...?"

When she looked around her, she heard a giggle in the distance.

"Hey!"

It was the voice of a girl. Also, there were multiples. When she reached out, she hit a cold hard wall. Eh? Maybe she was on to something?!

Also, she looks around her. But after all, visibility was dark and black. What she could see is that it was very dusty and moldy. Also, there was an odor that appeared to be chemical.

Maybe in the toolbox?

"Hey, hey!"

She hit the wall that her hand touched and shook it loudly.

The laugh she heard from a distance grew bigger and pulled away from her when she called out.

"Well, wait!"

They were about to leave while laughing.

Only that she understood, and at the same time it was hideous.

"Wait! Hey!"

It was enough to know that. Because that was more than enough.

The malice of them.

"Wait!"

She already knew that yelling was useless.

Not that her voice hadn't come through. She had arrived, but they did not want to listen to her.

If she stops here, they'll lock up people from the start!

"The PDA...!"

(No, Kukuri-chan. That girl can't do this.), she thought.

Then who? Was that email really from Kukuri?

However, even if she tries to confirm it now, she did not have the PDA in her hand. Had she dropped it herself?

By the way, when they attacked her, she was holding it in her hand. Did she drop it because of her fright?

She involuntarily clenched her back teeth.

(Oh, idiot! I didn't even verify the caller's name. Kukuri-chan told me, “I'll send you an email when the workplace is decided.” And that email was an indication of the location. Arbitrarily, I thought Kukuri-chan had contacted me!), she thought.

But who was they then?

She thought long and hard and shook her head.

"Oh, if you're thinking about that now..."

The search for the criminal is later. First of all, she had to get out of there

But how? She couldn't ask for help without a PDA.

This was a place that she had never visited for over half a year since she moved. She came here today because she was guided.

In other words, if she did it normally, she wouldn't come here. The chances of someone passing by were extremely low!

"What should she do?!"

If she couldn't ask to help, she should go out on her own.

This warehouse was not that solid. She thinks it was possible to destroy it by activating her ability, but...

"Ah!"

She looked back with eyes used to the dark.

Perhaps because it was not used much, she had the impression that it was packed with things in a messy way. The shelves also seemed to wobble.

She still couldn't control her abilities. If she mishandled her abilities here, things would definitely get worse.

But on the other hand, she remained silent...

It was dangerous to use her ability. But if she didn't risk it, she couldn't get out.

Then…!

"Huh! Please!"

She put her hand in the doorway of the warehouse and thought about it.

For a moment, both of her hands suddenly glowed white.

"…!"

Activated!

At that moment, the door made a painful noise in her ears and dented.

Oh, did it go there? She wanted to open the key as if she smashed it.

But thanks to the dents and heavy distortion, she was able to pull it off.

She felt a bit relieved, but right after that. It was a simple warehouse. What if one side was very distorted?

As she was in danger, the insides of her vibrated violently, the luggage fell and the dust shot up.

At the same time, something hung from her waist, and a strong acrid smell hit her.

Then the sound of a hard object hitting the ground.

"Eh?"

What was that?!

She reflexively pressed her nose and mouth at the terrible smell.

"What's that?!"

She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed. Outside, she could hear the sound of her PDA.

She reverberated in vain and grew impatient.

(Oh, someone! Ah! Notice that melody! Did anyone hear the destructive sound just before? Maybe my crying?), she thought.

"Please! Someone!"

She screamed as much as she could.

It was at that moment that...

Was there anyone? A tempting voice. Ah! This was exactly the heavenly aid!

However, the voice was a bit... no, it was from someone who wasn't very good at it.

For a moment she thought, "Why are you in such a place?", but... "I see! Blue club patrol!"

"That's right! What you don't know is what I'm doing in a hidden place! This is where you look around! Ah, thank you!"

"Hmm, Fushimi-kun! Open up!"

"Ah?"

When she knocked on the door, she heard Fushimi's surprised voice.

"Please! Help! I'm trapped!"

Along with her scream, a strange noise resounded.

That would have made him aware that the situation was imminent. There was a high-pitched voice that said, "Get as far away from the door as you can."

In a small warehouse (and shabby inside), it was a pretty difficult order, but she managed to get away from the door a bit.

"It's just a little!"

The moment she screamed, blue light shot through the dented door.

His hand tugged and knocked down the door that had broken and slipped.

Light shining through a large hole. The moment she narrowed her limbs, his big hand grabbed her arm.

"Come on!"

At the same time, the warehouse got a lot of holes.

At that moment, she was drawn to the force of pulling hard.

"Konohana!"

A powerful hand held her head.

The last thing she saw was a warped warehouse and a cardboard box on top of it.

Like in slow motion, got bigger and blocked her view.

She opened her eyes slowly, as if something invited her.

Miserable, distorted and blurred vision.

She remained distracted, she gradually focused and discovered that what occupies her field of vision was the inorganic white ceiling and lighting.

When she was distracted, she heard a voice saying, "Did you notice?"

When she slowly looked around her, Fushimi was sitting next to her.

Eh?

She did not understand the situation for a moment and was confused.

Immediately afterwards, however, she noticed that she was sleeping on the white sheets of the bed and hurriedly got up. No, she tried to get up, but she couldn't. At that moment, a fierce nausea hit her.

When she reflexively covered her mouth with both hands, Fushimi yelled "Idiot...!", and stood up.

And when she could move a little, she slightly lifted her body.

"Ah!"

"Be patient!"

He yelled and carried her to the other side of the wall to the side of the bed.

Then Fushimi quickly lowered her in front of the toilet bowl that was there and rubbed her a bit savagely.

"Vomit. It will be easier."

In front of Fushimi, that was it.

She thought about it for a moment. She coughed violently and the entire contents of his stomach turned.

She remembered as she spat. That was. She breathed in the acrid smell of paint.

She clung to the toilet bowl, coughed many times, and vomited many times. Tears naturally spilled over the pain.

During that time, she was a bit surprised that Fushimi rubbed her back all the time, but she was grateful. That was enough to make her cry.

"Ah!"

When she finally calmed down and took a breath, Fushimi left.

She then he returned with a wet towel and mineral water and offered them to her.

(Hmm... is that nice?), she thought.

The usual terrible attitude towards Yata seemed to be a lie.

"Thanks."

She managed to thank him, wipe her mouth, and drink the water.

But that was finally comfortable. She takes a deep breath.

"Can you go back to bed? Come on."

"Eh? Oh, I think I can go back. Just give me a hand." She remembered as she spat. That was. She breathed in the acrid smell of paint.

She clung to the toilet bowl, coughed many times, and vomited many times. Tears naturally spilled over the pain.

During that time, she was a bit surprised that Fushimi rubbed her back all the time, but she was grateful. That was enough to make her cry.

"Ah!"

When she finally calmed down and took a breath, Fushimi left.

She then he returned with a wet towel and mineral water and offered them to her.

(Hmm... is that nice?), she thought.

The usual terrible attitude towards Yata seemed to be a lie.

"Thanks."

She managed to thank him, wipe her mouth, and drink the water.

But that was finally comfortable. She takes a deep breath.

"Can you go back to bed? Come on."

"Eh? Oh, I think I can go back. Just give me a hand."

When she shook her head vertically, his hand reached out in front of her.

She grabbed his hand and stood up. It was disgusting, but even though she was fluttering, she managed to get back in bed and lie down.

She took a relieved breath again and looked at Fushimi, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"Ah, this…?"

"Ah…"

"I'm wearing something like hospital clothes... Where is my uniform?"

Fushimi pointed to her feet without saying anything. There was something in a plastic bag.

"It's pretty dirty with paint. Maybe it's rubbish."

"Trash... The nurse was the one who changed my clothes, right?"

"Of course."

(Was that so? No, I knew. I just wanted to check.), she thought.

"I see. Okay then. Um, did I get hurt?"

She remembered the cardboard box that occupied the field of vision. Had she hit her head?

"I heard you're not hurt. I was a bit surprised. You protected yourself."

Fushimi took a deep breath. By the way, Fushimi, held her head in his hand?

When she looked down, Fushimi had a bandage on his left hand.

When she said "That...", Fushimi clicked his tongue and hid his hand from her.

"That, Fushimi-kun..."

"This does not matter. What happened in that place? Speak up. I have an obligation to investigate as a member of the blue club. If necessary, I have to inform the president."

He didn't care.

But it was brilliant to dig in and ask, and when he sighed, she obediently told the whole story.

The only thing she could say is the events that happened to her.

She had no idea who the person was that caught her, why they did that or anything else.

If she looks at the PDA, she may know who sent the email.

"Oh! By the way, my PDA..."

She reflexively searched for the PDA with her eyes, but she remembered it immediately. That was. She dropped it when she was trapped.

Looking at Fushimi, she silently pointed to a small white locker next to the bed.

On top of that, the PDA had a miserable look where the glass cracked.

"Oh… is it broken…?"

"It was under the warehouse. It won't turn on for now."

"Is the data inside messed up?"

"Come on. I could get it out, but now it's no use."

"I see. That means it is impossible to confirm the sender of the email at that time."

When she said that, Fushimi shrugged, "Even if I can confirm it, is it really useful?"

"Eh…?"

"Think about it. That email, silly, would you send it from your own email address? It could have been sent from a different email address or PC, with a free email address that looks like Yukizome's address."

"Oh, it's true."

"For now, listen to the nurse and we'll investigate if necessary. Anyway, rest until they pick you up. Don't move if you feel uncomfortable."

"Eh? Pick me up? Is someone coming?"

"A person has been contacted."

Fushimi said that and quickly stood up and turned around.

To who? She tries to say it, but as a result, she didn't have to ask. She immediately hears voices and multiple disturbing footsteps.

The moment she opened her eyes, the door swung open vigorously without a hook.

"Are you okay?!"

Immediately afterwards, a strong voice echoed through the room. She was relieved and pursed her lips.

"Ya-..."

"I was surprised! Saya-chan! What were you doing there?!"

"Konohana-san. Are you okay? What happened?"

"Eh? You don't know?"

She tilted her head for a moment, but... oh, it was true. She was able to explain everything to Fushimi a little while ago.

"I haven't heard it. I just found out that Konohana-san was taken to the hospital."

That said, everyone looked at Fushimi with a slightly complicated look. Yata too. Unusually, in the end (although he's usually the first person to run), he walked in and looked at her and Fushimi alternately.

"Oh, sorry. I'm sorry I made you worry..."

"It's okay. Konohana-san looks pale. Is it okay?"

Kamamoto worriedly distorted his face.

At the same time, Fushimi sighed. She was surprised and managed to get up.

"Konohana! Still..."

"Alright! Fushimi-kun!"

She ignored Kamamoto trying to hold him back and called after him back.

"Oh, thanks!"

"It is not a big thing."

That may be true for Fushimi, but not for her.

"I just wanted to thank you. What would have happened to me without Fushimi-kun?"

"......"

"Thank you very much for your help."

When she tilted her head, Fushimi looked at her over his shoulder.

"I will inform the director."

But he didn't say anything else, just clicked his tongue. Fushimi said that with a voice without emotional intonation, passed between the members of the red club and Yata's side, and left the hospital room.

For some reason, Yata painfully distorted his face as the footsteps receded.

"Are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"Idiot. Look at Saya-chan's face."

"Oh, that's right. You shouldn't speak now."

"First of all, you must rest. What do you want...?"

As soon as they couldn't hear the footsteps, they all circled her bed and spoke.

She was so happy that she laughed saying "I'm fine." But why? Only Yata was standing in the doorway and he didn't try to get closer.

Yata was usually the first to arrive. Yata was worried, but now he stared at her with a distorted face.

"Yata-kun?"

She instinctively bows her head in a way that seemed unreasonable.

Then Yata bounced his shoulders, then gritted his back teeth tightly and stared at her.

Yes. He literally looked at her, as if he couldn't forgive himself.

"Yata-kun?"

"What were you doing with the monkey here?"

His cold voice took her breath away.

The large eyes of him looking at her burned in a fiery flame.

"That...?"

"You said you would help out with the class. Was that a lie?"

There was no way they would say such a thing to him. She was surprised by his unexpected words.

The blood faded.

With a strange feeling, she believed it to be true.

Oh, after all, that was not good.

"Hey, Yata?"

"What are you talking about? Yata…"

Everyone tended to get confused and gave up on Yata.

But it seems that it was counterproductive. Yata distorted his face as if he was screaming, and screamed more.

"I'm asking you what you were doing with the monkey, you lied to me!"

"No, Yata-kun...?"

"You are a traitor too!"

Those incredible words got through her.

[shoheiakagi]

Summary: In which HOMRA is a bunch of college frat boys trying to get in your pants. Or: “Come back, I’m not done wasting your time.”

Warnings: Some might be a bit ooc since they’re all fuckboys in here (some more than others), y/n culture, angst, somewhat explicit ***, unrequited feelings, Chitose in his natural habitat, Fujishima is a furry, Yata still can’t talk to women, and Bandou still can’t get laid.

Word Count: 5.6k lol

Notes: OKAY, IT’S FINALLY HERE. I was working on my FwB piece with @mangoqueens when we were suddenly like, “Okay, but fuckboy!homra tho.” Also, not including the trio in this one cause I wanted to focus on the younger guys more. A quick shoutout to @anewmourning for helping me come up with ideas for fuckboy!fujishima. This is my first ever time doing something like this, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or stale dialogue. Reblogs/replies are appreciated!

This is pretty self indulgent, so ignore it if it’s not your thing.

Yata

Obnoxious in a completely different way from the average fuckboy (as in he doesn’t break your heart. Well, not intentionally).

That one guy who always shows up to your Philosophy class late with loud rap music blasting from his headphones, with a skateboard under his arm.

But if he’s not coming to class late, he’s skipping. You don’t think you ever saw him come to class on time (seriously, why is he even in this class?).

If he’s not sleeping in class, he’s always arguing with someone, even the Professor. Usually, that random student happens to be you.

“What the fuck do you mean we don’t have free will?” “I mean that there’s something called fucking fate which means everything is destined to be, you asshat!” “The fuck did you call me?”

You happened to be the lucky student he fights with cause of the one time you ‘accidentally’ told him to shut the fuck up (but in a ‘kind’ way cause you can’t just go around cursing during class) and you’ve been on his radar ever since.

But not in that “damn, i wanna fuck her” way, more like “i hate her, i gotta ruin her life” type of way since you pretty much embarrassed him in class.

Doesn’t really hate you or wanna ruin your life though, just likes to start fights with you over petty shit (Bandou would be proud).

Intervenes whenever you’re flirting with another guy in class with the pretext of trying to “save” him from you.

And everyone definitely notices his behavior towards you cause no matter how obnoxious Yata is, he never picked any fights with girls (except for that one busty blonde who’s part of the student govt).

If he’s really feeling bold (and stupid), he would sometimes tug on your hair or jab you with his pen to get a reaction out of you in class.

Pretty much the embodiment of the whole “you know a boy likes you if he teases you a lot.”

Your philosophy class is practically a war zone at this point with how much you two bicker (which really pisses everyone off). 

One day your prof assigns the class a group paper and partners you and Yata up (probably for some sadistic reason). 

You refuse to have anything to do with Yata at first but then he just declares that you can write the whole paper then. So you bitterly suck it up and force him to contribute just out of spite (you know if you write it yourself, your grade will be higher. But you’re honestly willing to take the lower grade if it means Yata will suffer in the process). 

He stands you up whenever you arrange to meet in cafes, the library, etc. You leave him really angry, nasty texts and tell him to go to hell.

You were over it one day and marched up to his dorm room, banging on the door, demanding that he let you in. He opens the door, irritated with you, and you push through and start going OFF on how much of an idiot and a dick he was. 

And as cliche as it is, you guys were too busy yelling at each other to notice how the distance between you two was getting shorter and shorter until you had him backed against the wall. Yata looked at your lips, before looking up to glare at you, “I fucking hate you.” Before you can respond some equally nasty shit, he immediately slammed his lips against you. 

What started off as a kiss, eventually turned into you getting fucked by Yata against the wall (God, you never knew a day like this would ever happen...and that he would actually be a good fuck despite his height and inability to talk to most women).

You both eventually fall into this pattern of sleeping with each other, since it’s an easier way to deal with anger and stress.

But other than sex, nothing changes between you two. You still treat each other like shit.

And in the end, your paper got a C+ so at least you passed.

You didn’t notice that you caught feelings for him until a friend pointed out that you seemed to have softened up on Yata (which you denied, of course).

But once you realized that his smile is probably one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen and how his usually obnoxious laugh suddenly became endearing to you, you noticed a change in his behavior.

He...he doesn’t pick a fight with you that much anymore? That’s a good thing, right?

But...he doesn’t really talk to you that much either, other than some half assed replies. And he stopped coming over for sex too. 

Was fighting (and sex) really the only way you guys communicated with each other?

You try not to think much of it and decide to treat yourself to your favorite drink at the cafe nearby.

And it wasn’t until you were halfway across campus when you hear that familiar voice and your heart started beating like crazy when he came in your view.

But before you can call out to him, you notice the petite figure walking next to him. And then you really take a look at Yata this time.

For the first time ever, you see Yata unlike his usual, loud self. He’s patiently teaching the pretty girl how to use his skateboard, and when she holds onto him in fear of falling, you see how broad his smile gets, despite his awkward stammers and obvious blush. It was only when the girl leans over to kiss his cheek, when you decide to walk away.

It’s just in your fate for your first heartbreak to be like this.

Kamamoto

Ah yes, the king of ghosting™

So here’s the thing, you didn’t think much of him at first. But then you found out that he’s one of them and suddenly, he was just another annoying ass fuckboy to you.

So you were shocked to see him join the home economics club you were part of. 

Didn’t take you long to change your opinion again cause despite his sketchy appearance and friend group, he was such a sweetheart??? He was always making sure all of the club members were appreciated and acknowledged for their efforts, would bring food for everyone, etc.

And you find yourself becoming friends with him, learning about how his parents owned a liquor store back home, how he spent his first couple of years in college undeclared cause he was following Yata around so that they can major in the same field, which obviously didn’t work out (fortunately, he was able to discover his passion for cooking).

It was during a rainy day when he was walking you back to your dorm when he leaned over to kiss you. And it was after a couple of dates, you decided to ride him in your dorm when your roommate was out. 

And all was well till it was the end of the semester and it was time to go home for summer break. Despite promising to keep in touch over the summer, you notice the good morning texts becoming rare until it just stopped showing up. Replies to your texts would be vague or one worded (if it’s one of those lucky days where he finally decides to text back). It doesn’t take that long for you figure out what’s happening.

He’s ghosting you.

aka he’s breaking up with you without even letting you know.

He wants to play that game? Then fine, you’re not the type to beg someone to stay anyway. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Easier said than done,” you mused to yourself as you search for his Instagram later on.

You don’t know what you were expecting to see on his page, but you definitely were not expecting to see this thin, surfer looking guy pop up, donning the same name and username as Kamamoto.

You check his instagram and see his latest selfies and you can’t believe what you’re seeing???? Who is this guy and where is Rikio???

You thought that Kamamoto must have changed his @ until you realized that the names still there and that the other homra guys are following him (with jealous, bitter comments from Yata, Bandou, and Chitose).

He posts a lot of pics with so many pretty girls, his comment section is filled with girls, he’s out partying with so many girls. 

And you can’t help but notice this petite girl named Ayumi, who keeps popping up in his comments (and the fact that he’s always replying to her).

You eventually give up. Maybe this is a sign from God that it wasn’t meant to be.

But when you come back to uni, you noticed that he’s back to his normal shape. How does he lose and gain that much weight in such a quick span of time??? And his hair???? 

Ironically, he suddenly remembers your existence and pretends as if he didn’t ignore you during the summer.

When he waits for you outside of your classroom with a boxed lunch for you two to share, you immediately turn around and walk away.

You loved yourself too much to let yourself be used like that.

Akagi

You know him cause everyone on campus knows him, judging by the large amount of followers he has on social media, and how he’s always seen hanging with all types of people on campus.

The type to constantly post shirtless pics and gym selfies, so that he can show off his abs and biceps (you may or may not have drooled at one or five pics). Posts videos of his crazy nights out, which always include girls and alcohol. Strangely enough though, with the amount of girls he’s seen with, you don’t hear any crazy rumors about him with any of the girls he’s seen with other than a casual hookup here and there.

He also happens to be in your consumer behavior class. And unlike the majority of the class, he’s one of the rare people who takes this class cause he actually majors in marketing. It fits him though, he’s an extremely social person who is good at persuading people, as proven during his presentation of why students should invest in the shitty gym near campus (y’know, the type ex convicts work out at), rather than the one provided by Uni.

It wasn’t until you worked with him in a group assignment that you realized that he’s a lot nicer than he looks. Suddenly, conversations about the group assignment transitioned from sitting next to each other in class to actually hanging outside of class and making plans.

It didn’t take a long time for you to realize that you were whipped for this full time student, part time delinquent with puppy dog eyes and a boyish grin.

Despite your sudden revelation, things were normal between you two. As much as you wanted your feelings to be reciprocated, you knew there was a line between your fantasies and reality. The way he interacted with you was pretty much how he interacted with everyone else and that is something you have come to understand. You guys were just friends, and nothing more.

Well, that’s what you thought until that one party homra threw a party in celebration for Bandou getting a C- in his Cultural Anthropology midterm that he thought he was going to fail (at this point, they were just desperate to throw a party).

Shouhei was a social butterfly with a lot of friends, so you weren’t surprised that he didn’t remain by your side after greeting you and your friends since he was busy rotating between different groups of people throughout the party. 

But what you didn’t expect was him coming over to talk to you about the upcoming marketing exam while you were dancing along with one of your guy friends. But you realize that it’s just an excuse when he puts his hand on your lower back, inviting you to his room so that you guys can talk in private (but you didn’t care).

Next thing you know, you’re laid up on his bed with his face buried between your thighs.

Ever since that night, things have changed between you guys. Suddenly, study sessions in reserved study rooms would end up with you bent over the table while he thrusts into you. And if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought this was his infamous friend, Chitose you were dealing with. 

But you know it’s Shouhei when you find out that you guys are exclusive (which relieves you when you remember how many pretty girls he’s friends with) and how there are times where you guys would have sweet pillow talks where you both talk about general shit like future aspirations but also some deep shit like family issues.

But things get difficult cause you guys act like you’re in a relationship, even though you aren’t.

You want to be in a relationship with him, but he’s not sure if he wants to settle down yet.

But he also doesn’t want to let you go, preferring to have you as his girl, but w/o officially being his girl.

You deal with this clownery shit for a few more weeks (cause you’re weak) until you finally decided to put an end to w/e you two have going on, and blocking him on social media right before the semester ended.

You eventually link up with another guy from uni over the summer and things go great with him and you guys return to the new semester as a couple.

You forgot all about Shouhei until you come across him with Bandou and Chitose on the hallways while walking with your man.

Shit, you just made eye contact with him, time to pretend you don’t know this guy.

But he calls out your name anyway, and asks you how’ve you been since you’ve been pretty awol.

(Even though Shouhei stopped walking in order to talk to you, Chitose and Bandou continue to walk past you. You don’t know if you should be relieved or worried).

You tell him that you’ve been pretty busy (trying to pretend that you didn’t block him on ig) and introduce him to your boyfriend.

You couldn’t help but notice Shouhei sizing up your man while talking to you. “So you went off and got yourself a boyfriend, huh?” His tone was carefree and nonchalant, but you knew better.

“Well we had some pretty good times together last semester too. Did you tell him about me?” *Cue implications of sexual (and semi romantic) relationship you shared with him to make your bf jealous and to back off*

You grab your bf’s hand and walk away from him before things can get messy.

Pretty much resorts to sending you texts asking if he can see you, and that just cause you’re in a relationship, doesn’t mean you can’t hang with other guys. Leaves you drunk messages and voicemails, begging you to come back to him, and how he thinks he fell in love with you.

First one to wish you a happy birthday text (even before your own bf) at 12 a.m. despite you not talking to him for months.

You want to save his texts and messages for memories’ sake (and that somewhere deep inside of you, you still have some leftover feelings for him) but you end up deleting it just incase your bf comes across it.

To move on is to grow.

Bandou

That one weird, quiet kid who usually sits in the back of the classroom, all bundled up in a hoodie and a dark pair of sunglasses (yes, even inside the classroom). 

You initially thought he was pretty harmless (despite his suspicious apparel) since he usually minded his own business and worked alone.

But you were wrong. so so wrong.

It happened to be one of those days where the professor randomly announces some assignment in class and everyones already paired up, leaving you no choice but to partner with little miss sunshine at the back.

And that is when you unfortunately get to know him. For someone who doesn’t talk much, he’s hella loud. If he’s not cursing at every error message he receives from entering a code, he’s ranting about the smallest (and dumbest) shit you can possibly think of. But it didn’t really bother you that much until it happened. 

 While working through the assignment, you would feel his gaze on you. But anytime you would look up to meet his gaze, he would quickly turn away with a small smirk on his face. This goes on for a while until you finally hiss at him to stop staring at you. He immediately goes on defense and sneers at you, “Well shit, I didn’t know it was a crime to look at people these days. You should probably seek therapy if people looking at you scares the shit out of you.” 

And you swear you never wanted to smack someone this bad before.

You were hoping that the assignment would be finished asap, so that you wouldn’t have to deal with him any longer. But fortunately for you, the professor decided to extend the deadline for the assignment, so that means more quality time spent with your partner. You frown, while Bandou smirks.

If you thought he was bad in person, he’s even worse in social media (you refuse to give him your number). Always sends you a message, especially after you post a selfie. 

Pretty much the embodiment of texting like a straight white boy.

“Oh so you’re alone in your room now?? What are you wearing now??” *gets no responses back*

As per tradition, sends you an unsolicited dick pic while messaging you about a class assignment.

You see him without his stupid get up for the first time in a party thrown for him by his friends. And wow, he’s actually really fucking cute??? Who knew fucking Bandou would be that good looking? But alas, his annoying personality remains the same. 

He tries to pull a move on you while on the dancefloor, whether it’s to give you a kiss or to have you grind on him. He gets annoyed when you reject him (again) and tells you to leave the party since you’re not giving him any action, with a (cute) pout on his face.

“Y’know, this party was held for ME. It’S MY party so I can tell people to leave whenever I want to-wait you’re actually leaving????”

And maybe it’s because of the realization that Bandou is a lot cuter than you thought, or the fact that you have grown used to his company (and advances), you’re on your knees in an empty bathroom stall, giving him the best blowjob he’s possibly ever had. 

Which you ended up regretting since the next day you were met with whistles and smug smirks when you walked passed some of the guys of homra, immediately knowing why when your eyes zeroed in on a smug Bandou, who threw you a kissy face.

You were planning to ignore them and go on with your day, since this type of behavior is expected from them, but once Bandou made that infuriating kissy face with his infuriating ass face, you went straight up to them and smacked him right across his face, leaving the others stunned. 

You looked at them with a raised eyebrow, silently challenging them. Chitose stepped up, about to say something, but Kamamoto grabbed him back.

Once you were sure none of them did anything, you walked right past them. Your face was heated up. A part of you was shocked that you actually smacked Bandou, that too in front of his friends. Another part of you was super embarrassed that you ended up giving that fuckboy a blowjob, which gave him the opportunity to brag about it to his fuckass friends. You don’t even know why you’re so angry, you knew this was something to be expected. Maybe it’s cause you actually found Bandou cute that night, or maybe it’s cause you lowkey ended up having a soft spot for him. Cause as annoying as he was, there was something endearing about him, especially with the way how he would nag about you being a bitch to him, but then immediately helping you with a coding problem that you didn’t understand without you even asking.

But that doesn’t matter now, since what’s done and done. Bandou Saburouta is just as much as an asshole as his friends, and you don’t want anything to do with that. 

Chitose

Before you had class with Chitose Yo, you knew exactly three things about him: 1. He’s pretty much the ringleader of all the fuckboys (it makes sense since he’s a finance major), 2. He briefly considered majoring in the liberal arts field just because it had more girls (you heard this one from one of your friends who hooked up with him last semester), and 3. He hooked up with the young T.A. of the required psychology class he had to take. Needless to say, that did not end pretty.

Being a part of the campus’ social scene, you’ve always heard about Chitose Yo and his womanizing ways. He was that one guy who was always surrounded by girls in parties, eventually leaving soon with his (victim) date. 

But you’ve never actually interacted with him until your Business Policy class. You weren’t surprised when he comes to class late, giving the professor a sheepish grin and grabbing the empty seat next to you. 

He didn’t notice your presence until the professor called out your name during attendance. You knew you were a goner once he turned to look at you, slowly checking you out with an infuriating (albeit, sexy) smirk on his face.

It took you approximately two classes to be charmed by him, and a party to sleep with him.

You guys become fuck buddies, and you become accustomed to the “you up?” texts he sends around 3 a.m. (obviously turns out to be full blown sexting between you two).

As much as you hate to admit it, you eventually catch feelings for him. Not only is he the best dick you ever had, he is a genuinely funny and charming person. 

Unfortunately for you though, Chitose is strict on his “stay away from relationships” rule. You know that if he ever finds out about your change in feelings, he will lose interest and cut all contact with you (and you honestly don’t think you’ll be able to take that), so you bottle it up and pretend not to care when you hear of him sleeping with someone else (this asshole even asked you to join him and this other girl for a threesome), or when he always chooses party and alcohol over you.

In the bright side (well, as bright as it can be), he’s at least honest with where you guys stand and doesn’t string you along. But you know that’s just bare minimum at this point.

You thought you were able to endure it all. But then that happened.

You guys were having sex when your roommate went out. And for once, he was actually being super romantic and soft with you. For a moment, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he’s finally coming around. But that all changes once called out a name that definitely was not yours.

Oh. Oh.

Needless to say, it got awkward real quick and you guys didn’t finish.

He admits to you that he called out his ex girlfriend’s name...His ex girlfriend from high school... Someone who he never got over, and how their breakup affected him a lot more than you thought.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I think you should leave.” You don’t think you can do this anymore. Fortunately, Chitose does not fight back and immediately leaves.

This guy needs a therapist, but that’s not your job.

Dewa

So heres how it goes: you know Dewa through Chitose (who you were so close to having sex with but the party you guys were hooking up in was crashed by the R.A. (it was one of those small, congested parties held in a dorm)). And you know that he’s not your biggest fan since he thinks you share one brain cell with Chitose and all of his other girlie friends (doesn’t help that you once threw up in his favorite hat during a party)

That’s fine with you cause you don’t like guys who act like there’s a stick up their ass anyway.

Dewa is a different type from his friends. Where his friends were loud, obnoxious, and brass, Dewa has a superior complex in which he thinks he’s better than everyone else (honestly with that attitude, he might as well be part of the student govt. rather than a frat house). To this day, no one knows how him and Chitose are best friends. 

But you can’t deny that underneath his glasses and that ridiculous derpy hat, he’s hot. A different kind of hot from Chitose, but hot (and that you really wouldn’t mind riding him, but that’s a conversation for another day).

He’s one of the few students who actually knows what the fuck is going on in your accounting class, so you couldn’t help but swallow your pride and ask him to tutor you (unless you wanted to retake this class for the third time).

So you both agree to meet up in the campus’ library during the weekend when its more quiet than usual and there’s not that much people around, and you’re not sure how you feel about that (but it’s only an hour long tutoring session. You will be able to tolerate him for that long, right?).

So far, the tutoring session has been pretty surprisingly quiet, aside from a couple of snarky remarks from Dewa, which you chose to ignore (considering your temper and mouth, that is a feat and honestly, you deserve to treat yourself once the session ends). 

You were just about to think that maybe getting tutored by Dewa wasn’t so bad until you felt a warm hand slide up your thigh (you just had to wear shorts too, dammit).

You looked up at him in shock, only to see that he’s not even paying attention to you. Instead, his gaze was locked on your exam paper, and if it wasn’t for the hand on your thigh, you wouldn’t think he was interested in you. “Wow, you’re stupid. You seriously don’t know the difference between a balance sheet and an income statement? That’s some basic elementary shit right there,” he remarks in a bland tone.  

“Shut the fuck up, I already told you that I don’t fucking get this shit,” you snap back at him. But as you two were arguing, his hand keeps sliding higher and higher till you eventually reach over and stop his hand. 

Only then does he look up from the paper to glance at you. “I can leave if you’re not interested.”

You take a good look at him, wondering what he’s playing at. You decide to play along, eventually loosening up and letting his hand continue its journey. 

Throughout the session, he “rewards” you with a kiss on different parts of your body (from innocent places like the inside of your wrist to more dangerous places like your inner thigh), every time you get an answer right. It didn’t take that long for you both to end the session quick, immediately rushing over to his dorm. 

(And boy, did he look cute moaning underneath you while you rode the fuck out of him).

Maybe it was stupid of you to think otherwise, but you made the mistake of asking him about the next tutoring session, and how you guys can grab lunch right after.

The look he gave you made you feel like utter shit. “You don’t really think I’d go on a date with a girl like you, right? I thought I made it obvious that I have higher standards than Chitose.” 

Despite the angry tears threatening to drop (dammit, you promised yourself that you would never cry over a boy), you immediately slapped Dewa before quickly dressing up and getting the fuck out of his dorm. 

He’s not a fuckboy like his friends, but you’re beginning to think that he’s a lot worse.

Fuck him (and this time, not literally).

Eric 

Probably the more intimidating one out of his group since you don’t think you can ever recall him with a genuine smile on his face (and no, those sinister smirks don’t count). But that didn’t matter to a lot of girls, including you.

Despite his quiet and standoffish demeanor, Eric is noticed for his Eurocentric features, accent, and witty remarks. 

In your eyes, he fit the look of a European prince who has come to take you far, far away from everyone else and live happily ever after (yes, you’re in college, not in middle school).

You genuinely had a crush on him when you first saw him, but never had the guts to talk to him, let alone confess, since you’ve seen him coldly reject other girls (as much as you hate to admit it, you’re not good at dealing with rejection).

But you’re pretty sure you got over him since you now share an English literature class with him (you’re not sure why he’s even in this class if all he does is sleep) and actually got to know him. Somewhat.

Whenever you would participate in class discussions, whether it would be to discuss the current book you’re reading or to speak in english, you would always hear a smartass remark or question from him, which usually ends up with you looking dumb in front of the whole class. 

It especially doesn’t help that he stares you down while he calls you out on any mispronunciations you make. And you don’t think you’ve ever felt as self conscious as you do in this class because of him.

You do hate him for it but you don’t really stand up for yourself against him (he’s too intimidating and you like to pick your own battles). 

And to be fair, he’s probably just being an asshole. He doesn’t really know who you are (or care).

That’s what you thought until you go to the party thrown by his friends one night. 

And maybe it’s because of the alcohol in your system, but you immediately snap at him when he mocks your broken English accent.

So used to you not speaking back to him, Eric couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow before letting out a chuckle. “So she speaks!” he says in a sarcastic tone. But before you can reply, he immediately leans over and kisses you.

You won’t deny and claim that you never thought about kissing Eric, you’ve had way too many daydreams with him. But this kiss was nothing like the kiss you imagined in your daydreams. 

For someone who appears quiet and somewhat soft-spoken, Eric kisses rough, and it’s nowhere near romantic as you wanted it to be. His hands grip on to your shoulders tightly, before sliding over to your hips to pull you closer. You pull back from the kiss, in favor of placing kisses on his neck and collarbone.

(You didn’t imagine getting with Eric like this, but you weren’t going to let go of this opportunity, either).

He eventually pulled you into a nearby room, making sure to kick out the half naked couple that was on the bed. It wasn’t too long before he pounded into you while you were on your hands and knees.

Once it’s over, you were left staring at the ceiling while he puts his clothes back on. Without a word, he leaves the bedroom. 

So much for a prince charming, huh?

Fujishima

The Soft Boy™ 

Double majors in animal biology and zoology to become a vet for fuck’s sake.

You start talking to him cause he’s probably the softest and sweetest boy you’ve ever met, despite his appearance. 

But boy were you wrong (x2).

He listens to you attentively, offering kind words and good (generic) advice, assuring you that he’s nothing like those other boys (he’s lying, look at his friend group).

Tells you that unlike those other guys who want to fuck and dump you, he wants to get to know you and make love to you.

And everything is all fine and dandy until holy shit, you realize that this sweetheart you’ve been talking to, has a dark secret.

He’s a furry. 

A. Goddamn. Furry.

Legit has a fursona in the form of an Ethiopian wolf (hint: cause its red). But he also likes dabbling into mythology so sometimes he would take the form of a lycan.

You indulge his fantasies for a while, thinking that yeah it’s weird but at least he doesn’t have a foot fetish (but it is worse than a foot fetish) and how no one’s perfect.

You wear animal costumes to sex. At first, it starts out with pretty normal costumes like a playboy bunny. Then it starts to get weird and oddly specific with wolf costumes, roleplay scenarios as animals during mating session...

Once you were finally close to getting into a commitment with him, he starts acting funny.

When you let him know that you’re not super comfortable with your eccentric foreplay, he gets offended and starts sprouting bullshit about you being just like the other girls, which is so disappointing cause he thought you would be different and actually understand his rather…unconventional needs.

Needless to say, you ended up blocking him. You needed to preserve your sanity, after all. 

[rubldus]

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Fushimi x Yata (1/4)

Name: Fushimi Ichiro (伏見一郎)

Physical appearance: He has shaggy dark brown hair swept and styled, and brown eyes. He’s slightly tall and has some muscle from boxing and other fighting centered activity. He dresses in a very casual and slightly disheveled way, and has four ear piercings, two on each ear.

Personality: An extremely lazy, rude, dismissive person, Ichiro has a short attention span and gets bored with people and places very easily. He won't do much of anything that isn’t in his own self interest without being forced unless it's his sister doing the asking, to which he’ll consider the request. He does acceptably in school without too much effort, but he doesn’t much care for it and doesn’t often go, instead opting to spend the majority of his time on roofs. He likes to be up high and observe the people below. There isn’t anything interesting at school after all- he doesn’t have many friends because he doesn’t find them entertaining, and most people are scared of him because if you make him angry or even if he’s just in the mood for chaos, he’s prone to get violent. He finds life unbearably boring in every way, but he’s an incredibly talented fighter. There really isn’t a fist fight he can’t win, and it’s an activity he does every day: one of the only things that can retain his attention because it stimulates him. Speaking of, he’s very street smart and a thrill seeker of the most dangerous variety. He loves doing things like walking the ledges of buildings, climbing tall structures without equipment- anything to give him that wonderful, perfect rush. He has pretty bad depression, so the adrenaline is a feeling he chases. He gets into so much trouble, practically daily, and he gets arrested a lot- whether for obstruction of property, trespassing, battery and assault- the list goes on. Munakata’s influences has gotten him out of VERY deep water more times than can be counted. he couldn’t care less. The local police know him by name, in fact, and know not to approach him without extreme care and a stun gun easily accessible. He doesn’t much care that that his parents are forced to deal with the crap he does, or that they struggle with him. He has very little respect for anybody and makes it blatantly obvious. He doesn’t act out for attention either- but just because he can. It should be mentioned that he got kidnapped by one of the countless, nameless enemies Scepter 4 and HOMRA have made over the years when he was just a year old. His parents practically went catatonic- Saruhiko headed the tracking operation at Scepter 4 and Misaki headed the one at HOMRA. They combined clans to find him and there was a lot of strain on his parents’ relationship- more than usual, an extra dose of fighting involved. Neither of them slept, and when they got him back, he wasn’t let out of their sight for ages. He slept between them in their bed at night, and Saruhiko pulled him out of school and taught him on his own. They switched off taking him to work- though Saruhiko took him most of the time- Misaki insisting he be confined to a desk job because he didn’t want him in the line of fire, but also didn’t trust anyone else with him. Actually, neither really trusted many people to look after him for a long time, and neither ever let him go unsupervised. This lasted until Koji was born about two years later. Saruhiko was NOT happy that they had to find an alternative to their completely obsessive behavior now that they had more than one kid, so he went pretty over the top and quickly manufactured his own tracking system- chips. Saruhiko still took him to work every day until he turned six however, trading off with Misaki so that each had one kid a day.

First love: Munakata Umi (宗像海 ). As the niece of the man self-dubbed ‘ grandpa ‘, as well as being close in age to him along with her brother, they grew up together. Six years older than him, she always played big sister to he and his siblings and was more than happy to have an accompanying shadow running around during playing. Ichiro had loved her for as long as he could remember- loved her bright smile, her excitability- everything. But she’s always been oblivious, and either way he isn’t on her radar. It’s one sided and her views on him are that of a sibling. There’s still somewhat of a longing for him, but she just doesn’t feel it. 

Future: Four years older than Ichiro, Munakata Kai (宗像カイ)- fresh out of his undergrad in university and working part time at Scepter 4 is a routine presence in his life. After growing up, he lost most of his shyness and is well mannered and civil towards others, though remains very stern with Ichiro. They’ve been some semblance of ‘ close ‘ since they were young. Kai’s always taken it upon himself to watch over him, and he’s very persistent in his monitoring, making himself aware of all of his hiding spots. Ichiro quite plainly tells him to piss off daily, but it never results in anything. Ichiro had always seen him as annoying, but not impactful on his way of life. He merely lazily brushes him off most of the time unless he’s in a bad mood, which is when he’ll try to provoke and eventually attack him. Sometimes he’ll make him chase him dangerously all over the city, and sometimes he’ll do crazy things just to get a reaction. He’s always cared for Kai however, and if anyone else attempted to attack him, there would be hell to pay from the oldest Fushimi.

He’s also the closest thing Ichiro has to a friend- he sees right through him in almost every way. He was the person who dragged him to the doctor and got him prescribed anti-depressants, and the one who makes sure he’s taking them. He also makes sure he eats, cleans his wounds from the fights he gets in, and mother hens him in a strange way. Not to mention, unbeknownst to his uncle and Saruhiko, he’s more than once intercepted a call from Ashinaka and used his lunch break to go bail Ichiro out of trouble (before having a battle of wills with him until he goes to class). Ichiro is a pain in his ass but he could never bring himself to stop keeping tabs on him or cut him out of his life. As loathe as he is to admit it, Kai deeply loves him- that kid who used to follow him around with bright eyes and a gummy smile. At twenty, Ichiro finally makes the leap to start a relationship with him- the only person outside of his family and Umi who still really cares abut him. Meanwhile, he drops out of university after deciding it wasn’t for him. He finds an appreciation for art, and learns to take out some of his aggression in different forms of it. It’s more of a passion project than actual work, so Misaki insists he have a job- leading him to eventually start teaching boxing classes at a nearby gym. By twenty-eight, he and Kai marry- neither are very into theatrics, so it’s simple- signing papers at a court house. They’re gifted a Rottweiler puppy by Kai’s father because he saw it and it ‘reminded him of his son-in-law’. Thirty comes and they decide on adoption as their favored course of action. A blonde haired little boy called Nao (直), meaning honest, joins their family, and by the time Ichiro is thirty-four, a second, brunette little boy called Kaoru (薫)- meaning fragrance- comes along. 

[akatsukigadaisuki]

I HAVE WRITTEN A FIC

after months i finally had the motivation and energy to write a new fic!! check it out on ao3 here or click to read under the cut!!! 

When Yata’s ears and cheeks turn as red as his hair, it can mean one of two things: either he’s really pissed, or really embarrassed. Today, it was the first.

“Yata-chan, try to calm down,” Kusanagi pleads, slowly growing frustrated at the continuous string of curses that had been filling his ears for the past hour.

“It’s unfair, Kusanagi-san!” Yata shouts for what seems to be the one hundredth time that afternoon. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to do anything with that damn monkey!” He hammers his fist down on the table, startling one of his fellow clan members.

Kusanagi feels stripped of his soul with each dent Yata makes in his precious bar.

"I'M NOT HELPING WITH THAT PARTY!" Yata yells even louder, when nobody says anything, only increasing his rapidly growing frustration.

“You have to. You two are the only ones who aren’t busy this weekend." Kusanagi sighs with a surprisingly calm tone, setting down the wine glass he had just finished cleaning delicately. "Christmas is in two days, can’t you lighten up?”

Before Yata can shout again, he’s held back as a small hand grabs the sleeve of the hoodie tied around his waist. He looks down and sees HOMRA’s youngest member, Anna, looking at him with her eyes shining under the dim light hanging above them. "Please, Misaki," she says softly, tightening her grip. "It won't be as bad as you think it'll be."

"But...A-Anna..." Misaki begins, before biting his lip; he knows he can't argue with her. Taking a deep breath, he looks away, staring at a streak on the floor created by his board a few days ago.

"It's our first Christmas with SCEPTER 4. Let's try to enjoy it, yeah?" Chitose brings up, holding his hands out in front of his face in case Yata decides to punch him.

But he doesn't. Instead, he shifts his gaze to Chitose for a split second before turning around, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't get why we have to celebrate with them just because..." he trails off, not knowing how to finish that statement.

"You can do it, Yata-san," Kamamoto says, trying to lift his spirits and prevent the destruction of any more furniture. "Who cares if you're working with Fushimi? Whatever you do is amazing, so make this party awesome for all of us, okay? And don't let him get all the credit for it!"

Yata's ears perk up slightly at that, slowly draining of the red color and returning to the normal soft peach. "Huh...you're right," he says. His gloomy eyes suddenly light up, and a determined smile replaces the frown on his face. "This party will be so great that everyone will remember it forever!"

"Nice one, Rikio-chan," Kusanagi whispers to him with a wink. Kamamoto chuckles modestly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"HELL YEAH! I'LL GO GET STARTED RIGHT AWAY, EVEN IF THAT LAZY MONKEY DOESN'T SHOW UP!" Yata yells with a burst of energy. He grabs his skateboard and tosses it to the floor, placing his foot on it and pushing forward. "I'll see you all later! Get prepared for the best party of your lives!"

"Well that changed his mood fast," Chitose says, blinking, once Yata's out the door.

"Thankfully, and now everything is going according to plan," Kusanagi adds with a mischievous smile. Anna reflects his expression, nodding.

"Is there something we should know about?" Kamamoto asks, confused.

"Oh, don't worry about it. You'll know soon enough," is all Kusanagi says in response to that.

Kamamoto and Chitose share a glance before turning to stare at the door through which Yata left, wondering if all of this was more than just what meets the eye.

"Tch. You're late, Misaki."

That's the first thing Yata hears when he shows up to the party hall carrying piles upon piles of decorations. He almost falls off his skateboard as he spots a familiar looking figure standing before him, leaning against the back wall with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Saru, what the hell are you doing here?" Yata exclaims, steadying himself after setting down the boxes he was carrying.

"Are you that stupid, or did you really forget that we were assigned to decorate the party for tomorrow together?" He clicks his tongue, an annoyed expression taking form on his face.

Yata's face scrunches up, like he'd just walked into a garbage dump. "Fuck you! We weren't even supposed to meet until later this evening!"

"Then why are you here?" Saruhiko asks with almost no emotion to his voice.

"I...I wanted to start early," Yata states as he kneels down to open the first box, turning his head to hide the embarrassed blush burning at the tips of his ears. He shakes out a string of lights, holding the tangled mess out in front of him. In his peripheral vision, he catches Saruhiko shifting his position, so he adds, "Also, I don't need your damn help. I can do this by myself."

Saruhiko pauses for a moment and then simply clicks his tongue, closing his eyes. "Do whatever you want, Misaki. I'll just wait until you mess up and then fix everything afterwards."

Yata resists the urge to fire something back at him. Instead, he uses his anger to pull apart the lights in a feeble attempt to untangle them. He mutters incoherent things under his breath, not handling the wires with the care he should be handling them with.

Saruhiko opens one eye when he hears a mix of grunts and bulbs clacking. "Don't be so rough, Misaki. You'll break them."

"I don't need your damn criticism," Yata says through gritted teeth, not bothering to stop pulling apart the lights as a lion would rip apart a deer. "And quit calling me by that name!"

"Why? I think it suits you rather well, Mi~sa~ki," Saruhiko says with a grin, steadying his gaze on Misaki's small, chiseled face.

At that, he's had enough. His patience never really lasted long anyway.

Yata stands up abruptly and takes a step forward to punch him, but ends up tripping over the string of lights, falling face first onto the floor. Clenching his fists, he attempts to stand up again but can only sit up awkwardly as he realizes he's tangled within all the cords.

Saruhiko laughs, his grin only growing wider. "I didn't realize you were so clumsy. Looks like you'll always be an idiot."

"Shut the hell up you bastard!" Yata yells, struggling to get out of the mess of knots. His brows are sharply furrowed, his teeth pressed so tightly together that they just might shatter. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Saruhiko scoffs. "I didn't even touch you."

"Just fucking help me," Yata grumbles, feeling as if the world is closing in on him and eradicating his existence.

"I thought you said you didn't need my help," Saruhiko reminds him, his expression shifting to more of a serious one.

Yata looks down at the floor, because at this point, anything is better than looking at the solemn face of a traitor, a man who was once his best friend in the whole world. Normally he'd be so outspoken, shouting at anyone who dares to try and destroy his precious pride, but lately he's been finding it harder and harder to say things that came directly to his mind. Especially when it came to Saruhiko.

He expels a puff of air, hanging his head low. He thinks of Anna, who held him with a gentle yet desperate grip, telling him that this wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would be. He wanted to believe her, but so far, even after just a few minutes since arriving here, he'd only been feeling like complete shit.

Yata predicts he'll be stuck forever in this room that's suddenly become too hot, when a pair of nimble, pale hands reach towards his direction, startling him. He raises his head slowly, surprised to see Saruhiko with an annoyed expression reforming on his face, helping him out of the tangled mess of lights.

"Saruhiko...?" Yata starts.

"Don't look so depressed, stupid Misaki. It doesn't look good on you," Saruhiko says, swiftly yet carefully working his way through the knots. "What's wrong with you anyway? You seem different."

Yata looks visibly offended. "Nothing's wrong except for the fact that I'm stuck here, being forced to work together with you," he mutters. "And how would you know what I've been like, huh? It's not like you spent time with me these past few ye–"

"As much as it annoys me," Saruhiko cuts in, not wanting the conversation to head in that direction, "hearing you shout is better than this. What the hell is actually bothering you?"

The fire in Yata's irises blazes when it meets the blue in Saruhiko's eyes. "What makes you think there's more, huh? Just because you're smart and all doesn't mean you know everything!" Yata spits out in a burst of frustration. "Why the hell do you even care? It's not like you ever cared about my feelings anyway! Isn't that why you left, damn traitor?! You didn't even think about how I would feel once you were gone!"

Saruhiko's expression twists into a deeper frown, and he almost breaks the wire he's holding. In any other situation he would tease Yata, but something made his heart twist grossly, causing him to refrain from doing so. "And what about you, Misaki? Did you ever care about mine?"

A short moment of silence followed that question, and Yata stares at Saruhiko as if he couldn't recognize him. "The fuck are you talking ab–"

"Do you ever stop to think even once in your pathetic life?" Saruhiko interrupts, stopping his hands for a moment to look up into Yata's eyes.

Yata's eyes don't meet his. They're still searching his face, as if this is some complex math problem he can't seem to comprehend in the slightest.

"You're a terrible person, Misaki..." Saruhiko says softly, and Yata can now see the visible hurt in his eyes, something he didn't seem to recognize before but instantly knew that it had been there for a while.

A sudden pang attacks his heart, and the layer of pride and arrogance that Yata values so much dissipates for a moment. "Saruhiko, why didn't you tell me before?"

"That you're a horrible person? I'm sure I did tell you a couple of times," Saruhiko says with a scoff, but even Yata isn't fooled by the amusement he's trying to use to cover up the pain within.

"That's not what I mean! Why didn't you tell me how you were feeling?"

"Even if I did tell you, you'd never understand."

"Don't say that!" Yata shouts suddenly, disrupting the softness they had just a few minutes ago. "If it's you, Saruhiko, I'll do whatever it takes to understand. I want to know why you did what you did...there's no way someone I liked so much could end up being a horrible traitor!"

Saruhiko yanks apart a strand of lights that's holding Yata's arms together, setting them free. He then turns around, staring at the wall in front of him. "Shut up, Misaki."

"Saruhiko..." Yata says with desperation, pleading him with his eyes to turn around and face him.

But he doesn't. Instead, he responds with, "I can't even tell if you hate me or not. Your words confuse me."

Now it's Yata's turn to be silent. In short, he doesn't know the answer either. All he knows is that in this very moment, he can't stay mad at him. So, without giving it much thought, he closes his eyes and leans his head on Saruhiko's back, feeling as his muscles tense up upon the contact.

"Misaki, what are you–" Saruhiko begins, but Yata cuts him off.

"I shouldn't be the one saying this, or at least not the only one saying this, but I'm sorry."

He says it in such a soft manner that it takes a second for Saruhiko to register that it's his voice. He knows Yata means it, that he's genuinely sorry, but still, it only makes him angry.

"Don't play these stupid games with me, Misa–"

Before he can finish his statement, Yata's arms wrap around his torso, rendering him speechless.

"Wh-"

"Shut it, Saruhiko." Yata squeezes his eyes shut, plunging into the depths of his heart and soul. Yata's never been one to think too deeply about things. If there's anything he's realized over the years, it's that he can't stay mad at Saruhiko forever, no matter what he does. Even if it's as shitty as betraying the clan he values more than anything.

It's because of the fact that Yata Misaki simply can't focus on the bad things in life that makes this a little easier for him. He always searched for the light at the end of every dark tunnel he's ever been in, strongly believing that life was too short to think negatively about everything. Whether it's in a fight or a tough situation, Yata made sure to bask in that light instead of drowning himself in the shadows.

And now, he wanted to be the light for Saruhiko, because his best friend had been in the shadows for far too long.

Yata doesn't let go of Saruhiko, and wouldn't let go even if Saruhiko tried to pry his arms off. He holds him tighter, pulling him close until he can feel his own heartbeat resonating through his skin.

Saruhiko still can't find the words he wants–or thinks– to say. All he knows is that he doesn't want Yata to let go, ever, because he's been wanting this for so long that the fact that it was happening now made him delirious.

Shakily, he reaches down and places his hand on top of Yata's. His hands are so thin and pale compared to Yata's tanned, callous ones.

Yata's so close to him that he can feel his smile on his back, and all Saruhiko can do in that moment is smile too. A real, genuine smile, for the first time in years.

The next morning, a tired Kamamoto and Chitose enter the party hall only to find out that it hadn't been decorated in the slightest.

"Huh?!" Kamamoto screeches, staring at the bare walls. He and Chitose exchange a look, sharing the same confused expression.

Earlier, Kusanagi and Anna had called them in to check out the 'special surprise' in the party hall, but they were not expecting something like this.

"Shh! You'll wake them up!" Anna whispers, but it's loud enough so they all can hear.

"Wake who up?" Chitose asks, looking around.

She points towards the floor, and Chitose gasps.

There, in the middle of the linoleum floor, lie Saruhiko and Yata. They're huddled close together, their breathing soft and in sync. Yata's legs are wrapped in Christmas lights, his head is resting in the nook of Saruhiko's neck, and his fingers are firmly holding on to the fabric of Saruhiko's uniform. Saruhiko has his arms around Yata, holding him in a way a mother would hold her baby.

"Aren't they adorable?" Anna asks with a smile.

As Kamamoto and Chitose continue to stare at Yata and Saruhiko as if they were some rare species, Munakata Reisi walks in through the door with an elegant smirk on his face.

"Looks like our plan worked to perfection," he states proudly, pushing his glasses up with a grin.

Kusanagi mimics the gesture, a smile creeping across his face. "Oh, it sure did."

[emeraldwaves]

AU list 10xiv Mikorei

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xiv)  Youpissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detentionand jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and waityou’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no. HI SHINY HERE I AM YEARS LATER FINALLY GIVING YOU THIS. BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT CAUSE I HAD A LOT OF FUN @its-love-u-asshole for betaing!!

Title: SpeechlessRating: TWC: 2,572Pairing:  MikoreiMikorei Week Day 6: Free DayAo3Summary: For once, Suoh finds a way to get Munakata to shut up.Tap-tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap. The sound of his fingers rolling against the desk were grating on Munakata’s nerves. Of course, it didn’t help that his mood was already quite sour to begin with. First of all, he didn’t get detention, so this was unheard of, completely unheard of. And second of all, he had been a victim in this particular case! And yet, somehow he was also getting punished.

He should’ve expected nothing less. Not when it involved Suoh Mikoto.

“Could you please stop?” Munakata hummed, his voice filled with disdain, a hint of spite in his tone as he asked Suoh the very simple request.

“Ah?” came his monosyllabic response.

“You know exactly what I’m asking,” Munakata scoffed.

“Mmm…” Suoh grunted. Leaning back in his chair, he slowly slouched down, his neck leaning against the back of the chair. He puffed out a large breath of air, his bangs swooping upwards, only to flop back down against his forehead.

The red-haired boy was a complete nuisance-always ruining Munakata’s time, or landing him in detention for the first time as he had done today.

Weismann, their history teacher, had given them both detention after the incident in question. He claimed this was the best way for them to try and get along. Munakata however, politely disagreed. As there was absolutely no way he could imagine himself ‘getting along’ with someone as deplorable as Suoh Mikoto.

For as long as he had been at Shizume Academy, Munakata had been a model student. Perfect grades, student body president, and president of the puzzles and chess club (they had added the 'puzzles’ part when Munakata had insisted upon doing so), Munakata was flawless.

Well, flawless minus one small fact; when it came to Suoh Mikoto, Munakata Reisi was undeniably at a loss.

The two had had problems since their first year when they had been in the same class. Munakata had, of course, been the top of the class, and Suoh Mikoto had been rather close to the bottom. At first, Munakata offered to tutor him, assuming Suoh could use some of his sagely advice, but instead of accepting Munakata’s generous offering of his genius, the interaction had gone somewhat unexpectedly.

“Suoh, I know you are struggling to keep your grades up. Seeing as I am the top student in our class, I thought I would offer my tutoring services to you.”

Suoh had looked up at him, peering through his red, messy bangs. “Hah?” he had grunted, keeping his chin rested upon his palm.

“I wish to offer you my tutoring services,” Munakata had repeated. “I thought this would be of great help to you, since you seem to be unable to excel in this class.”

“Don’t need it,” Suoh had grunted back.

It had been shocking to say the least, and Munakata couldn’t quite remember what he’d responded at the time.

It was then Munakata had begun to observe Suoh. The red-haired boy had one friend, Kusanagi Izumo, who seemed to be far more responsible than him. He, at the very least, didn’t fall asleep during class. There were also two middle schoolers who often crossed the street during lunch to come see him. Munakata didn’t know their names, but one of them constantly referred to Suoh as 'King’ and the other couldn’t stop yelling about how fantastic 'Mikoto-san’ was.

Quite frankly, Munakata didn’t care about Suoh in the slightest, but it was hard to comprehend where his popularity came from.

He supposed he could understand why people found the redhead attractive. Physically, he wasn’t hard on the eyes, his blase, uncaring attitude could be considered 'cool’, however Munakata found it infuriating. How could Suoh trudge through his life like he didn’t care about anything? And how could he possibly not have been kicked out of school yet?

Ever since, the two had been at odds, and somehow had ended up in the same class all three years of their high school lives. Munakata would constantly lecture Suoh in an attempt to get him to actually do his work, and Suoh would never listen, spending most of his time on the roof, or sleeping in class. Half the time, Munakata was convinced Suoh would do things just to bother him.

Their seats were unfortunately next to each other. Suoh would often spend his awake moments in class tapping his pencil on his desk, or capping and uncapping his pens. Munakata was convinced there had been a few times Suoh had smirked at him before dozing off for the majority of the afternoon.

By the end of their second year of high school, Munakata had all but given up. Still, it didn’t stop him from engaging in small quips with the red-haired boy.

And it was one of said back and forth arguments that had landed Munakata where he was now; detention.

At first, Suoh had been sleeping. Munakata hadn’t even needed to look behind him to tell. Suoh’s breathing had been heavy, slightly sporadic-Munakata was quite familiar with the sound after three years. How one person could sleep as much as Suoh Mikoto did was beyond him. There had to be something wrong with him, if he needed to sleep as much as he did.

But now Suoh was awake, and ready to continue being obnoxious. Behind him, he could hear Suoh’s tapping growing louder and more frequent.

There would be no end to Munakata’s suffering it seemed.

“Suoh,” Munakata grunted, turning his head around. His blue locks flipped with the fast movement of his body. “I believe the least you could do for me is stop with the infernal tapping. Since it is your fault this is my first time in detention.”

There was a soft chuckle, and Suoh moved up in his seat. “Ruining your perfect record? Kinda nice to not be so damn good all the time right?”

Munakata was convinced that was the longest sentence Suoh had actually ever spoken to him. Frowning, he pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath. “No,” he shook his head. “It is not nice. I do not wish to be trapped in a classroom as a punishment for something I did not do.”

“Hey, it’s not like I wanna be here with your obnoxious ass anyway,” Suoh yawned, stretching his hands up.

Munakata turned back around, staring at the clock. Only 30 more minutes until he was free…

~~

It had been stupid, to say the least, but Suoh had lost his patience. It was such a rare thing to happen to him as well. Normally, Suoh was fairly relaxed. Or well, as relaxed as one could be when they were surrounded by the noise and excitement of high school.

But Munakata Reisi…that guy…that guy really pissed him off. He thought he was so damn perfect at everything, and really Suoh had to admit, Munakata kinda was. He was incredibly smart, very athletic, and shockingly pretty…far too pretty for a man. Suoh had caught himself staring from time to time. Munakata’s hair was always perfectly straight, framing his thin face. His smile, his genuine smile, (not the frustrated fake one Suoh often witnessed) was beautiful, so much so, that his face practically sparkled.

But holy shit, whenever he opened his fucking mouth, Suoh contemplated punching him. All that beauty was ruined as Suoh would have to sit for what seemed like hours, listening to the other lecture and lecture about how important school was.

All those lectures did was make Suoh hate the guy even more. It didn’t matter how beautiful he was, the second he opened his mouth, all attractiveness was gone.

At first, Suoh hadn’t gave two shits about the guy, but when he kept bugging him and coming over to his desk to either lecture or try and get him to study, Suoh had grown more and more frustrated with the asshole.

So, he started pissing him off on purpose-Sleeping a little bit more obvious in class, tapping his pencil against the desk, tapping his feet against the floor. It was the little things that really seemed to set Munakata off. Hell, it was kind of cute. He’d see Munakata’s eyebrow twitch, then he’d press his glasses up on his face, attempting to ignore Suoh. But the redhead knew he was getting to the other.

And that brought him all the joy he needed.

“I think he’s just trying to help, King,” Totsuka had said one day after school. As per usual, he spent his afternoon relaxing with Totsuka, Kusanagi and Yata.

“That is definitely what he’s doing,” Kusanagi said. “But some people don’t care about school.”

“Nope,” Suoh shrugged. “Plus he’s gotta be a know-it-all about everything. I can’t stand looking at his shitty face.”

But of course, that wasn’t the case at all. Actually Munakata’s face was probably the most bearable part of him.

It was all these things and more which had led to the incident. The book throwing incident. Really what Suoh should have done was punch him outside, but Munakata and his big mouth had made it absolutely impossible to resist some form of retaliation.

The teacher had called on Suoh in class, and as expected, he had been unable to answer the question. It was rare he got called on-most teachers knew he wouldn’t have the answer by now. But, oh how the stars had aligned for today.

Munakata had stood up, as though he’d been waiting all day to steal the question from Suoh. “The answer is 1856. And some people would probably know that if they ever took the time to study,” he smirked.

And before Suoh had realized it, the notebook had flown out of his hand, and smacked directly against Munakata’s face, knocking his glasses clean off. For a moment, Suoh was able to see his dark purple eyes more clear, they were really beautiful. Munakata’s scowl, was not as beautiful.

“…Heh.”

“Did…you just throw…your notebook at me, Suoh!?” Munakata had yelled, slamming his hand down on the desk.

“Both of you! Detention after class!” Weismann-sensei, a normally calm man, had snapped. “We will discuss this in full detail then!”

Munakata’s face had broken. His upper lip trembled, twitching in a mixture of horror, sadness, and anger. His purple eyes were wide, glancing first at Weismann incredulously, then back to Suoh angrily.

As promised, after school Weismann gave a stern lecture about their behavior towards each other. Awkward, unmeant apologies were exchanged between the two, but Suoh didn’t think it helped anything, especially with the way Munakata’s brow seemed to be stuck in a constant frown. Weismann had left then, leaving Munakata in charge. Though the ass was in detention, seemed the teacher trusted him enough not to break the rules, and to not let Suoh break them either.

So yeah, it had been pretty dumb, but wow had it been worth it to see the best look he’d ever seen on Munakata’s smug ass face. Though somehow, the ass had managed to still look beautiful. Suoh resented him for that a little bit.

Which is why he kept tapping his fingers on the desk.

“Suoh,” Munakata hissed for a third time.

“Hm?” he asked, folding his arms when Munakata turned around, as though he were completely innocent.

Standing up, Munakata walked briskly towards Suoh’s desk. He slammed his hand down.

“I apologized earlier, but I’ve never felt so frustrated with you in my whole life! I do not understand how you could possibly keep doing these things-acting as though you do not have a care in the world. When really all you’re doing is bothering those around you, and hurting yourself. What do you plan to do once you graduate from this school? I suppose it will be a miracle if you do graduate…”

Munakata kept babbling, his deep voice stilted and filled with frustration. Suoh hated how nice and smooth his voice was, and how stupid pretty he looked, even when he was going on and on…

Standing up, Suoh met Munakata at eye level and grabbed his cheeks, pulling their lips together in a soft kiss. It was short-lived, as Suoh pulled away quickly.

Ah, the second best face he’d ever seen on Munakata’s beautiful face. The blue-haired boy was staring at him, wide-eyed, his mouth open. He was…speechless, for once in his life.

Suoh leaned in again, pressing their lips together as he kissed him slowly. Munakata’s lips were gentle and smooth. He nibbled on his lower lip for a brief moment, enjoying how frozen Munakata was before pulling away with a smirk.

“You’re really uptight Munakata, y'know that?” Suoh whispered. Leaning down, he slung his jacket over his shoulder. “You should learn ways to loosen up.” He walked to the front of the classroom, pointing up at the clock. “That’s time. See ya.”

He waved his hand once, and walked out of the classroom, wondering if he would ever be able to kiss Munakata again.

~~

He’d kissed him. Suoh had kissed him. Suoh had been his first kiss. It had come out of the blue, though knowing Suoh he’d probably done it to annoy Munakata, or to get him to shut up. Either were viable answers.

Munakata touched his fingers to his lips, and his wide eyes slowly turned towards the door. Had that really just happened? Had Munakata Reisi really kissed Suoh Mikoto? And…did Munakata want to do it again?

Scrambling to grab his stuff, Munakata ran out of the door, chasing after Suoh. It wasn’t hard to catch him, since he walked so damn slow down the hallway.

“What…was that?!” he growled, walking next to him. Suoh didn’t stop walking, he kept dragging his feet slowly down the empty hallway.

“Hm?”

“You know exactly what I am referring to!” Munakata said.

“I kissed ya.”

“I know you did,” Munakata sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Why?”

“Cause you were pretty.”

The blue-haired boy blushed, stopping in his tracks.

“And you wouldn’t shut up,” Suoh said, stopping to turn and look at him.

Munakata frowned and folded his arms. “Well-”

“Did ya’ like it?” Suoh asked, walking towards him, and Munakata immediately took a step back.

“What?” he blinked.

“Did ya’ like it? I mean you came running out here after me,” he snorted.

Frowning, Munakata pursed his lips. He…had liked it admittedly. Suoh’s lips were dry, but they had felt interesting against his. They’d made his stomach flip flop and his heart pound faster than Munakata could remember his heart ever pounding.

What he really hated though, was Suoh having the upper hand. Clenching his hand around the front of Suoh’s shirt, he yanked him forward, kissing Suoh again, pressing their lips together hard. He took a large breath in through his nose before pulling away. His purple hues filled with a plethora of emotions–anger, frustration, lust…

“Guess ya’ did,” Suoh chuckled. “Hope we can do that again.”

Brushing past him, Munakata scoffed, walking once again. “Perhaps, if you can actually stay awake for a whole day of school.”

“…Deal…” Suoh grinned, following after him.

Perhaps Weismann’s plan to have them get along had worked after all. Maybe not in the way he had meant…but it had worked, though Munakata still found himself frustrated with Suoh. But just maybe, Suoh had awakened a whole new kind of frustration.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Thanks for answering my sarumi Beauty and the Beast ask and i'm sorry it wasn't MikoSaru. Although, it does make me wonder how that story would end up if it had been MikoSaru. They don't really get along much in canon so I can't imagine how they'd even be together in an au like that.

*gasp* I must show you the light of Mikosaru! So imagine similar situation to the last beauty and the beast ask, where plucky orphans Yata and Fushimi go into the woods to check out rumors of a beast. They get attacked by wolves and separated, Yata ends up stumbling back to town yelling for help. When local constable Munakata shows up and follows Yata to where they were attacked though there’s nothing except footprints, some of which look too large to belong to a wolf. Meanwhile beast!Mikoto has dragged Fushimi’s unconscious wounded body back to his castle, not really sure what else to do with the kid. Luckily his furniture-servants are able to help, with lighter Kusanagi instructing talking camera Totsuka and feather duster Anna on how to wrap injuries. When Fushimi wakes up and finds himself face to face with a beast he’s immediately on guard but Mikoto just tells him not to move so much and leaves the room.

As Fushimi gets better he’s allowed more run of the castle but he tries to actively avoid Mikoto, who makes him nervous. Even so imagine they keep running into each other and despite himself Fushimi keeps making caustic comments to Mikoto’s face. Like Mikoto figured Fushimi could help with the cooking now that he can move but turns out Fushimi also sucks at cooking (that’s a Misaki job), when Mikoto laughs at what Fushimi made Fushimi grumbles that he doesn’t need to hear that from some lazy monster who can’t even make his own meals. He expects Mikoto to get angry at him but Mikoto just shrugs and smirks in response and that irritates Fushimi even more, that he doesn’t know where he stands with this person. 

At some point he decides to just try and escape, say he’s mostly recovered but his legs are injured so he needs a cane or something and Mikoto’s actually been keeping him in the castle knowing he’d be in trouble if he tried to go home alone. As expected Fushimi gets attacked by wolves again and this time gets to really see Mikoto jump in and save him, he’s initially afraid but when Mikoto walks over to him still bleeding from wounds he received from the wolves Fushimi’s able to gather himself enough to click his tongue and call Mikoto an idiot. Mikoto chuckles and says ‘you too,’ and Fushimi clicks his tongue again and looks away as he wonders out loud which way they need to go to get back to the castle. It’s after this that things start to become more comfortable between them, imagine Mikoto gifting Fushimi anything he wants from the armory so he can protect himself if he decides to go wandering in the woods again and Fushimi gets some fancy knives for his trouble. He also starts getting better at cooking, ostensibly just so he can show Mikoto that at least one of us can learn, but it’s also weirdly satisfying to him when Mikoto eats the food and tells him he did good.

Meanwhile Yata’s been trying to get someone to help him go into the woods and find out what happened to Saruhiko. Munakata keeps being evasive when Yata asks so Yata ends up going to the only guy who will listen to him, shady priest Iwafune and his wheelchair bound son Hisui. The two of them decide to stir up the town to go against the castle, since that beast guy is actually the prince who commands this area and they believe everyone should have a chance to be a ruler. Yata becomes worried when everyone starts yelling about killing the beast because what if Saruhiko gets caught up in this but he’s too late to stop the mob. Fushimi sees them coming from the castle window and tells Mikoto, who just gives this rueful smile as he’s like ‘about time.’ Fushimi feels suddenly pissed off and claims that if Mikoto won’t save himself then Fushimi’s leaving. Mikoto tells him to just go, acting all nonchalant but really this is so Fushimi won’t get caught up in his fate. Despite his words though Fushimi isn’t about to go through with it, turning back just outside the castle and instead planning an elaborate defense of the castle with the help of Mikoto’s servants. Hisui, who can really walk, slips inside though and tries to kill Mikoto, Fushimi shows up at the last second to save him and they end up kissing, which causes Mikoto to turn back into a human (Fushimi claims he sees no difference).

[brynne-lagaao]

(Fanfic) Set in Stone - Chapter Nine

Title: Set in Stone

Pairing: Sarumi

Chapter: 9/18

Rating: M

Mirrors: AO3 | Website

Summary: Yata wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he performed a summon on his own in a fit of drunken loneliness. It definitely wasn’t some asshole demon with a bad attitude, even if that demon happened to be frustratingly hot. But breaking their contract was going to mean working together, and he wasn’t sure how much of that he could take before he snapped… one way or another.

Note: Thank you to @dropletons for being my beta and to @chromekins for helping with the magic aspect. This fic is not entirely accurate in terms of modern magic and the demon lore was basically made up to suit the story, but I tried to keep somewhat of an authentic feel, so hopefully that succeeded.

The sky hadn’t cleared by the time they returned to Munakata’s office, but the rain at least tapered off to a drizzle by the time they came out again, allowing for another flight to the Homra bar so that Yata could pass along the information about Hisui – which Kusanagi didn’t seem particularly surprised or bothered about.

That was kinda what he’d expected – Kusanagi had ways of getting information that Yata would never have been able to figure out – but loyalty had prompted him to speak up anyway. Just in case.

Three of his friends – Kamamoto, Bandou, and Akagi – all happened to be there this time, and Yata stayed just long enough to introduce Fushimi and give a grudging explanation of his current situation.

An explanation that Fushimi kept interrupting with embarrassing, unnecessary details, which his friends all seemed to find hilarious. Fucking traitors, all of them.

“You didn’t have to say all that,” he grumbled when they pushed through the door into his place after flying in.

“If I didn’t, it wouldn’t get said,” Fushimi responded without any sign of remorse, lowering his eyelids and offering a little smirk when Yata turned to glare at him.

Fuck, that expression was still dangerous as hell. Yata couldn’t help but feel nervous at being the focus of it, acutely aware of his exposed skin as he cleared his throat to respond. “Yeah, well, I’m fine with that.”

“You’re the one who values honesty,” Fushimi responded breezily, lowered his lids even further to allow his lashes to veil his eyes – and Yata had to look away, hastily tugging his shirt out from where he’d tucked it into his shorts and pulling it on.

It seriously felt like he needed a barrier against that look sometimes.

The evening was… uneventful. Mostly. He made himself dinner, they took turns having showers again, and it seemed like Fushimi was just going to bury himself in his laptop. So Yata cleaned the remains of the ill-fated summoning from his floor – finally – and pulled out his portable gaming system to waste a few hours before going to bed.

He wasn’t fifteen minutes into it – swearing up a storm as usual – before Fushimi was suddenly leaning over the back of his chair and pointing out every single mistake. And he didn’t put up with more than five minutes of that before thrusting the console in his face and telling him to ‘put up or shut up’.

Unfortunately, as it turned out, Fushimi was surprisingly good at video games.

Yata could only watch him blow through all the trouble spots with apparent ease for a minute or two before a mix of chagrin and frustration had him ripping the console back out of Fushimi’s hands and furiously turning his attention to mastering the stupid thing already.

“And you said I can’t handle losing,” Fushimi drawled, raising an eyebrow at him.

They spent the rest of the evening like that – Yata playing and Fushimi taking breaks to watch over his shoulder periodically, mumbling suggestions almost as if making observations to himself. Which was annoying, but he ended up usually being right, so after a few rebellious but frustrating deaths accompanied by impatient sighs from behind him, Yata started following the advice rather than stubbornly doing the opposite.

The suggestions became more frequent after that. Almost like an annoying companion telling him what he already knew he needed to do.

“Get the chest. To the right. The right.”

“I saw it, just… this guy’s in the way! Wait, wait… There!”

“You should equip that right away – it’s better than what you’ve got on.”

“I know! I’m doing it now, okay?”

“Watch out for that guy coming back.”

“I got it, just let me do this!”

“You always miss things when I leave you alone.”

“Fuck off! I do not!”

“… You just passed a chest.”

“Damnit! I was just… I was gonna get it later!”

“Right. ‘Later’. After you die without reaching the next save point, you mean.”

“Ugh! Shut up already!”

As frustrating as it was, the evening passed by quickly, and Yata was so keyed up by the end of it that he nearly forgot the unfortunate mess they were in and the problems caused by the bad weather. Maybe it’ll clear up by tomorrow, was the last thought that went through his head before he passed out into blissful unconsciousness.

By morning, it had started to rain in earnest again.

“It’s almost like the Captain planned this,” Fushimi mumbled resentfully as they stepped out of Yata’s apartment. “Just to see how long it takes for one or both of us to snap.”

Yata snorted in response, locking his door. “Wouldn’t put it past him.” He turned to open his umbrella.

Fushimi clicked his tongue. “Your coffee place is open today, right?” He materialized his own umbrella, already open, as they headed for the stairs. “Yesterday's was barely tolerable.”

“You're like one of those coffee snobs, huh?” Yata shook his head, amused. “But you liked the shit I had, right?” He didn't wait for an answer - by now he was more or less clued in that a lack of complaints was the same as a compliment as far as Fushimi was concerned. “That's their stuff. And it's better when they make it, too - you'll see.”

“Hm.” That was a slightly dubious hum, but Fushimi didn't offer a deprecating comment with it.

Good enough.

The coffee shop required a train going in the opposite direction of Munakata's place, but it was generally worth the extra time spent. In addition to the coffee – and the desserts, which were just as awesome – sometimes they had a delivery for him to take back to work with him, which saved him a little time here and there.

Munakata also had an uncanny knack for picking out when Yata was gonna visit the place and arranging for him to take a delivery with him for the owner. It was pretty convenient, even if the all-knowing bullshit pissed him off a little. He could live with it at least.

Whatever. A job’s a job.

When they walked out of the station, it was into the center of a shopping district: all colorful billboards and banners, large store names, and fancy awnings for restaurants and small buildings. Most of them had a modern look, unlike Homra's old-fashioned decor, but there was a lot more liveliness to it than Munakata's sleek, symmetrical office building. The sidewalks were crowded with people despite the rain, umbrellas blending into a mishmash of shades and shapes and shopping bags bumping against their legs. Some of the stores had colored lighting to illuminate their signs and specials through the grey haze of the downpour.

As usual, it was a flashy place.

“This looks like a pain,” Fushimi muttered beside him.

Somehow it wasn't a surprise that he'd hate crowded areas. “Yeah, yeah.” Yata re-opened his umbrella, raising it up over his head before they reached the edge of the station’s awning. “S'not that bad once you get used to it. Anyway, it's not far - just don't lose me.”

Fushimi clicked his tongue, following suit with the illusionary umbrella he’d kept with him on the train. “I literally can't lose you, remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Right. He wasn't totally sure how that contract kept them tethered, honestly. Good question for later, maybe. “Then there's no problem, right? C'mon.”

The café was only a block and a half from the station, sandwiched between an art supplies shop and a pet store. The building it was part of was actually the outside perimeter of a mall, so it continued up past the small awning that read ‘Hakumaitou’ in cheerful, bold printing. There was a small decal in the pane of glass on the door: two paw prints, one from a cat and one from a dog. Otherwise, the exterior picture windows just offered a view of the tables and chairs inside, all of which were small and round and clearly intended for just two or three people to sit at. There were some booths toward the back that allowed for larger groups, but the obvious intent of the place was a spot to relax with one or two people you were close with.

“Why would you name a café ‘Hakumaitou’?” Fushimi muttered, seemingly to himself. “What does white rice have to do with coffee?”

“No idea.” Yata paused to fold his umbrella again and stow it in the backpack he’d bought along. “I asked once but the answer didn't really make sense. Something about friends and food? I think it's like an inside joke.” He reached out to push the door open and then hesitated, frowning. “I don't think there's any protection spells on this place. If so it'd probably just be warding off evil and those with ill intent and all. Their coven headquarters is in the basement, so that'd be the place with all the wards. I think.”

“You ‘think’, huh?” Fushimi sighed. “Well, if you're wrong we’ll be giving whoever’s in there an eyeful, and you can do the explaining.”

Yata shot him a disgruntled look. “I’m gonna go ask them, jerk. Wait here.”

Fushimi clicked his tongue. “Just remember not to go far if you don't want me following you.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Sort of. Whatever. Yata pushed open the door, setting off the cheery jingle that would alert the staff to a customer’s arrival. He brought up a hand automatically to greet the dark-haired man standing behind the counter. “Yo, Yatogami!”

He didn’t get an immediate response. Looking closer, the man – Yatogami Kuroh – was very carefully decorating the top of what looked like a chocolate cake. He set aside the icing wand after a moment, wiping the back of his arm across his forehead, and looked up. “Yata Misaki. What brings you here?”

Yata grimaced. “What’s with the full name thing, seriously?” He didn’t wait for a response, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he approached the counter. “I need more coffee. But first off…” He glanced around at the few patrons sitting in some of the tables, and lowered his voice furtively. “You guys don’t have any kinda dispels set up around this place, do you?”

Yatogami folded his arms. “This is a place of business. The wards are for protection, health, and harmony. Those who wish to pass unnoticed are welcome to keep their disguises. Why do you – ?”

The door jingled, drawing both of their attention, and Fushimi stepped inside.

Yata’s skin prickled up, first with shock and then with outrage. “What are you doing? I thought I told you to wait outside!”

Fushimi clicked his tongue, frowning in response as he made his way across the room toward the counter. “I thought I told you not to go too far.”

“This is too far?” At max, he’d only put a few feet between them. “You gotta be kidding me!”

“Don’t blame me for this stupid contract’s requirements.” Fushimi raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re the one who set it up without any kind of thought put into the limitations. Magic does what it will when you set it loose.”

“A wise observation,” Yatogami cut in before Yata could snap back. He glanced between the two of them with a severe expression. “However, I’ll have to ask you to take this outside if you’re going to continue. I don’t know what the situation is between the two of you, but you’re disrupting the mood for our customers.”

It was true – a quick glance around revealed that the few patrons in the café were watching them with a certain amount of confusion. Yata felt his face grow hot. “Right, sorry,” he muttered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

Fushimi clicked his tongue again, frowning, but didn’t respond.

“Anyway,” Yata hurried on, trying to brush aside his embarrassment, “like I said, we’re just here for coffee.”

Yatogami regarded him evenly. “Buying or trading?”

Yata grinned back, recovering his equilibrium. “Both.” He reached down into his lower shorts pocket for the packet he’d prepared before leaving his apartment. “I got more dream herb to trade. We’re each gonna get something while we’re here, too.”

“I see.” Yatogami reached out to take the packet from him. “Very well. I’ll let Shiro know you’re – ”

“Did I hear someone mention dream herb?” The swinging door at the back behind the counter was pushed open by a silver-haired man with a youthful face: Isana Yashiro, the owner of the café and leader of their small coven. He smiled broadly, stepping into the room. “Oh, Yata! Nice to see you again. If you’re here to trade, you have good timing – we’re just about out. I was thinking of contacting Munakata, actually.”

“The hell? Don't call him for this stuff!” Yata braced a hand on the counter, leaning forward to frown at Isana. “You got my number, right? Just text me and I'll hook you up. My shit's way better than his, c'mon!”

Yatogami let out what sounded like a long-suffering sigh. “This conversation is beginning to sound unsavory.” He fixed Yata with another of those level gazes. “Should you be talking about your employer in that way?”

Yata snorted derisively in response. “He already knows what I think of him.”

“He probably finds it funny, actually,” Fushimi added dryly.

Isana had joined Yatogami at the counter by that point. He reached out his hand for the packet Yata was holding, and brought it up to peer at and then sniff. “The quality is great, as always.” He smiled across the counter. “You want the usual in return?”

Yata grinned back. “You bet!”

Isana leaned back from the counter, tilting his head towards the door. “Neko!” he called out. “If you're awake, can you bring a bag of Blue Mountain beans to the front?”

“Shiro!” Yatogami shot him an annoyed look. “Don’t yell in front of the customers like that. It’s unseemly!”

“Oh, right.” Isana looked sheepish when he turned back toward them, bending his head a little as if he were the employee rather than the other way around. “Sorry, Kuroh.”

Yatogami folded his arms, looking only mildly appeased, and turned back to face Yata again. “Now then, what can I get for you to drink?”

Their dynamic is so weird. “Uh… yeah, just a regular latte.”

“Very well.” That severe gaze shifted past him. “And you?”

There wasn’t a chance for Fushimi to answer, because the back room door flung open and a young woman with silvery hair bounced into the room, proudly brandishing a small sack of coffee beans. “Shiro! I got the Blue Mountain!”

“Ah. Thank you, Neko.” Isana stepped over to the woman and patted her head affectionately, which she leaned into exactly like a cat would. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Nope! I was awake already.” She happily trailed after him as he made his way back to the counter. “The dream I had last night was so great! I’ll tell you about it if you want!”

“Of course! But later, okay?” He took the bag from her, placing it on the counter before turning to smile back. “Kuroh probably wants to hear it, too – right, Kuroh?” He didn’t wait for any confirmation. “But we need to finish with the customers first.”

Yatogami shook his head, but didn’t comment. The edge of a fond but rueful smile had crept onto his stern face.

Neko glanced at the counter. “Oh, it’s just Yata.” Despite the flippant words, her voice was cheerful. “Morning!”

It felt awkward responding to all that enthusiasm somehow. Neko tended to catch him off guard still, even though he was sorta used to her by now. “R-right. Morning.”

“Is she always like this?” Fushimi commented blandly.

Neko immediately glared at him, hackles seeming to raise with instant dislike. “What’s with this… this bad-aura gloomy glasses guy?”

“Oh, right!” In all the excitement, he’d forgotten to do any introductions. Yata grinned sheepishly. “This is Fushimi.” He shot a smirk over his shoulder. “But y’know, I kinda like ‘bad-aura gloomy glasses guy’… Anyway, these guys are Yatogami, Isana, and Neko.” He shrugged. “Sorry ’bout that.”

Fushimi clicked his tongue. “Isn’t it pointless to do introductions at this point?”

“Courtesy should always be offered when possible,” Yatogami responded strictly, and nodded. “My name is Yatogami Kuroh.”

“Ah. That’s true, isn’t it?” Isana smiled brightly. “Isana Yashiro.”

Neko narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, but when Isana gave her a gentle nudge, supplied a somewhat subdued, “I’m Neko.”

Fushimi raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound like a real name.”

“It is! Neko is my name!” She glowered at him. “Anyway, you don’t belong here – you’re not human or a familiar!”

There was a moment of stark silence. Yata’s skin prickled up.

She can tell he’s not human?

“Neko,” Isana admonished. “Be polite.”

“Hmph!” She puffed out her cheeks childishly, and then vanished with a small huff. In her place, a tiny silver kitten streaked across the floor and nudged through the door into the back room.

Yatogami sighed, took in what sounded like a steadying breath, and glanced ruefully around at the astonished patrons watching them. “Sorry for the disturbance,” he announced. “Please try to forget it.”

“We’re just practicing for an improv act,” Isana cut in smoothly, tilting his head with a cheerful smile. “Hopefully you all were entertained!”

As the patrons relaxed and turned back to their drinks and conversation, Isana lowered his voice to an undertone. “Sorry about that.” The smile he offered Fushimi was apologetic. “Neko’s very honest, and she’ll sometimes blurt things out like that when she gets excited. Hopefully you’re not offended.”

“As you may have noticed,” Yatogami added, with a meaningful glance in the direction of the back room, “we don’t discriminate against non-humans here. As long as you don’t intend any violence.”

Fushimi shrugged, accepting both apology and clarification. “I’m just here for coffee.”

“Well, this is the right place for that!” Isana waved an arm expansively. “I’ll let Kuroh help you guys out.” He took a couple of steps back toward the door, still smiling brightly. “Call me if there’s anything you need, all right, Kuroh?”

“Not so fast.” Yatogami’s voice was sharp; his stare piercing as he directed it at his employer. “You haven’t forgotten about your promise to fix the error on the till from last night, have you?”

“What? Of course not!” Isana’s grin took on a tiny hint of strain. “I just have a few more things to take care of in the back first, and I’ll be right out to deal with that!”

Yatogami’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t forget it again.”

“I won’t, don’t worry!” Isana was already opening the door and moving through it before he’d finishing speaking. “See you later, Yata! Nice meeting you, Fushimi! Bye!”

There was an awkward pause after his departure.

Yatogami sighed again, facing them. “So one regular latte,” he noted, and glanced at Fushimi. “And what are you having?”

“Large double Americano,” Fushimi responded promptly – as if he couldn’t wait to get this all over with.

“For here or to go?”

What the hell, why not? They weren’t in any rush, considering the weather and Munakata’s seemingly infinite patience. He could work well into the evening if he had to. “We’ll drink ’em here,” Yata responded, reaching out to retrieve the sack of beans from the counter.

“Will we?” Fushimi mumbled, with clear sarcasm. “Somehow I don’t remember having that conversation.”

Yata ignored him, tucking the sack into his backpack. “Like I said, for here.”

Yatogami raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. “Together or separate?”

“Sep – ”

“Together,” Fushimi cut in. He materialized the credit card from the other day between his fingers when Yata turned to stare at him. “You were the one complaining about the fact that I drank the last of your coffee. I’ll pay you back right now.”

That was a tempting offer - and pretty reasonable. Yata wrestled with his pride for a moment, before deciding ‘what the hell?’ and giving in with a short nod. “Yeah, okay.”

He had to move aside as Fushimi stepped up to the counter. It gave him a bit of a weird feeling, like he’d lost control of the encounter. Something about watching Fushimi in particular pay for both of their coffees, which they were going to take to one of those cozy two-person tables and drink together, felt... funny.

There was no reason for it, but there it was.

It didn’t take Yatogami long to make their drinks and they took a table in the corner, near the window and far from the other customers in the place. Yata stowed the backpack with his umbrella and the sack of coffee beans under the table.

They’d have to stop at his apartment to drop those off before heading to Munakata’s, but that was okay; it wasn’t like he had set hours, after all. If he ended up missing out on some cash, it’d be worth it to chill out for a while.

“What makes the coffee in this place so great?” Fushimi asked him once they’d sat down. He took a small sip and added, “I’ll admit it's better than most, but...”

“They use magic.” Yata set his own mug down so it could cool. “That woman – Neko – she’s Isana’s familiar. Apparently her talent is altering reality. Kinda like your illusions, but more... I dunno... inward? Feelings and stuff." It probably wasn’t the best way to explain it, but whatever. “When she has really vivid dreams, the good feelings soak into the beans somehow. So the coffee makes you feel better.” He shrugged. “It's great for hangovers.”

“You would know, I suppose,” Fushimi murmured, a hint of a smirk tilting his lips up at the corners.

“Shut up! That was one time, okay?” Yata kicked him under the table. For some reason, the comment didn’t irritate him as much as it would’ve before. “Anyway, it’s probably the only reason we didn’t fucking kill each other back at the start.”

“That explains a lot,” Fushimi commented dryly. He set his mug down, meeting Yata’s gaze across the table. “Is there a reason you decided we were going to stay here and drink these?”

Yata shrugged again. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why that whim had struck him. “Just felt like it.”

“Hm.” Fushimi's answering hum was skeptical. He lowered his lids, another little smirk at the ready. “If you’re really that desperate for a date, you should’ve made that your contract instead.”

Date. The word hit him like a bolt of electricity, setting off a shock that rippled through his body, prickling up his skin.

Oh... fuck.

So that was where the funny feeling had come from. Yata felt a sudden fierce rush of mortification surge through him, tingling skin burning in its wake – a mix that resulted in an intensely uncomfortable sensation. Right, yeah… Fushimi had paid for them both, and now here they were in a cutesy cafe at a tiny table meant for two, which was totally date-like, and he hadn’t even realized it.

Shit…

The silence stretched on painfully as he tried to come up with some response, and then Fushimi hummed lightly, smirk widening. “Too embarrassed to admit it? That's cute.”

Yata scowled back at him, irritation seeping in through his flustered paralysis. “Shut up,” he muttered, feeling his face burn, and busied himself with his coffee to avoid that smug gaze.

The worst part of it – the part he didn’t want to admit on pain of death – was that the initial shock wasn’t unpleasant. For a second – just a tiny, stupid second – the idea of a date had felt… nice. Exciting, even.

It was infuriating – humiliating. His own brain betraying him. And because of the contract and the shared emotions, Fushimi knew it.

Goddamnit…

He was bracing himself for more teasing, scowling at the mug in his hands, but nothing came. The silence from across the table was starting to felt almost stifling as the seconds ticked by – what the hell was going on? Yata took a hasty sip of his coffee, absorbing the familiar pleasure of both taste and feeling for a bit of a boost, and set the mug down on the table before finally giving in to the urge to look up and see what Fushimi was doing.

Blue-grey eyes met his immediately and from far too close a distance for his liking. Fushimi was resting his chin on his hand, elbow braced on the table and head tilted as he studied Yata. In the instant that their gazes locked, the expression on his face was almost baffled: eyebrows knit, tiny frown on his lips, and eyes searching.

It was the look of someone struggling with a particularly difficult puzzle.

Not for the first time since they’d met, Yata found himself struck dumb, helplessly captivated by the charm of that open uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what to do with that look – wasn’t sure what he wanted to do – but something within him stirred to life all the same.

The table they were at really was way too small…

Fushimi blinked, interrupting that short moment, and then clicked his tongue, expression seeming to shutter up as he lowered his hand and turned his head. “What?” he muttered.

“Huh?” Yata stared at his profile, caught off guard by the abrupt change in mood. He shook his head to clear it and then frowned. “What d’you mean ‘what’? You were the one staring at me!”

The second click of Fushimi’s tongue was almost resentful; when he spoke again, his tone was grudging. “What do you expect when you react like that?”

Yata blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean? React like what?”

At that, Fushimi let out a breath, shut his eyes for a moment, and then turned his head again, reopening them lazily. That tiny smirk was spreading on his face again. “Figure it out for yourself,” he drawled, raising his mug for a sip. Just before bringing it to his lips, he added in a lower tone, “Misaki.”

And for some reason, just that – just the name, with the timbre and pitch of Fushimi’s voice – had heat spreading all the way across Yata’s face, to the tips of his ears.

Disgustingly, traitorously, irresistibly good.

And beyond fucked up. But in that moment, even as he protested loudly, glaring across the table with as much force as he could muster, it was hard to properly care.

[words-are-like-colors]

Title: Blending Blue and Red

AO3: Blackheart22 Word Count: 2498 Rating: General Audience  Relationship: M/M; Sarumi Chapter: 1/1 Tags: Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, sarumi fest 2017, metaphorical, not much action but bleh, but it's still good, fluff, marriage Summary: “Tearing my eyes away, I went to open up my binder when something caught my eye. Red stood out against the blue of the sky and when I squinted, the red had turned into a surfboard that was propped up in the white sand. The contrast in colors almost made me cringe, especially when red was not of my least favorite colors. It's too bright, lively, fiery to be put into a calm drawing; it's the complete opposite of my favorite color, which is incidentally blue, and fought against my forcefully maintained aesthetic. The color was just unwanted but there it was, standing out in the pale sand and against the surrounding blues.” Notes: This was originally intended to be called “5... 4.... 3... 2... 1...” because each section is based of random words (first section five words, etc) but I decided that “Blending Blue and Red” would be a better title. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated due to the fact that I edited this myself. Also, this may be my only entry for SarumiFest 2017 but that might change, we just have to wait and see :) Enjoy!!

Five Words Color: Blue Object: Binder  Feeling: Breathtaking  Setting: Beach  Describe: Beautiful ✧✧✧

All I needed was a blue binder to change this unnecessary beach trip into a worthwhile activity... or at least an activity away from obnoxious follow classmates. The blue umbrella above me seemed to coalesce into the sky as I gazed up at it, halfway through pulling out the binder from my bag. That would be a beautiful color to make, I thought. If shade wasn't applied, I would have thought that I was staring up at a clear sky instead of the underside of the umbrella which had become my safe haven from the sun. Tearing my eyes away, I went to open up my binder when something caught my eye. Red stood out against the blue of the sky and when I squinted, the red had turned into a surfboard that was propped up in the white sand. The contrast in colors almost made me cringe, especially when red was not of my least favorite colors. It's too bright, lively, fiery to be put into a calm drawing; it's the complete opposite of my favorite color, which is incidentally blue, and fought against my forcefully maintained aesthetic. The color was just unwanted but there it was, standing out in the pale sand and against the surrounding blues. Even though my mind was against this outrageous color, my body fought against it and my fingers were already ripping open my pen box to retrieve a pencil while prying open the binder to a new page. The fresh page was quickly becoming ruined by quick lines and smooth curves, all of which would become to mold the scene before me; a lone red in a sea of blue. It was breathtaking, the way I work. I've been told that hundreds of times of times but it is a miracle when I, myself, see the art before me as breathtaking. The screams and cheers of those playing were deaf to the sound of my pencil hitting the paper and drawing out this unwanted beauty. Difference is hated but it's also beautiful. Without difference, there is no norm; without norm, there is no difference. The norm was the beach, the difference was the surfboard. The object fitted the scene, yes, but the raw color of it did not... but because difference is the norm. We couldn't have this scene if there were no difference in it. It wouldn't be special if it did not have the stark red in it. It wouldn't be breathtaking if it did not hold this significance in it. It wouldn't be-- "Whoa. Whatcha' drawing?... wait, is that my surfboard?" A sudden voice pulled me out of where I was engrossed in my thoughts back to reality. The voice is unexpected but genuine so I look up. It was like I didn't looked up at all. All I saw was red in a sea of blue. His hair is ruffled and sticking out in weird places, forcing the orange-red out. His pink, lightly freckled cheeks gave off a boyish look to his complexion. But let's not forget his eyes: bright, shining, lively, and fiery. This boy's eyes were perfect; a mix of reds, ambers, and oranges gave off a light glow and the pleasant feeling you get when sitting in front of a calm fire. "Hey, you okay?" His voice brought me back again but this time I replied. "I'm alright. So you're the owner of that surfboard?" I pointed over to it and the boy nodded. "Yep! It's my pride and joy. And I see you drawing it-- you're really good!" He let out a short laugh. "I'm Yata by the way." I noticed the name... or lack of one. So you're just full of differences, aren't you? "Just Yata?" 'Just Yata' frowned which but it turned into a cute pout. "I just don't like my name. Okay? But what's yours?" Before I could hold myself back, the words fell from my lips. "Fushimi Saruhiko." "Oooo..." 'Just Yata' nodded. "Nice to meet you, Fushimi. I--" A thunk on the ground made us both jump but instead of a threat like our minds perceived, it was just a piece of ice pop that had fallen from the majority of it. The two ice pops that I neglected to notice that he was holding were blue and red... coincidence?

Four Words Color: Purple/blend Object: words/books Feeling: bittersweet Setting: bookstore ✧✧✧

Being snuggled in a puffy plum chair reading a purple covered book in a bookstore on friend meet up was how I was spending my evening off. The book in my hands had a special blend of bittersweet; just like the perfect blend of the color that I was sitting on. Both bittersweet and purple are blends of two differences-- something full, blue mixed with something painful, red. While contrasts are an unwanted beauty, blends are a perfect compromise. "Fushimi!" Yata cheered as he bounded towards me through the bookshelves with another purple covered book. "I found something to read. Guess what it is?" "What?" A small smile lifted on my lips as his uplifting nature enthralled me. "Apparently-" He fell into the chair across from me and kicked his feet up onto the short table. "-a distant man falls in love with this out-going women. Ha! You know that I wouldn't read romantic novels but this one looks nice and sweet." He shrugged and opened the book. People have given Yata and I comments that we have both changed since a month ago when we first meet on the beach. I don't disagree. We feed off each other... No, more like we syphon aspects off of each other. His red to my blue; sweet to my bitter; sociableness to my withdrawnness; fire to my sea. We blend; purple, bittersweet, our relationship, the drawing. Even though the blend can be inconsistent at times, it's still a perfect compromise. His charisma rubs away at my stiffness which in turn grounds him and keeps him at my side. Our "purple" is perfect as it is now but at times, I wonder if we could blend our colors more...

Three Words Color: Red Object: Fire Feeling: anger/passion ✧✧✧

There is a thing about the red fire that lives in his eyes: it's easily lit. The wrong word, the wrong action can stroke the flames and making explodes. Sparkles fly just to land and burn holes in the surroundings. 

I was the one who said the wrong thing, did the wrong thing. To be honest, I did not mean to say it that way. I did not mean it to rub him the wrong way. Without the sea, the fire would rage. Without the blue, the red would burst. The conversation wasn't suppose to go into that territory. Blurting out your inner fire for the person before you right when you were about to leave for a month long trip could either be bitter or sweet, but it had turned out to be the former. Misaki was pissed, his fire had been lit. He had been on the brick of telling me that he has a crush on me and that he was about to let his sea overflow when I dropped the news of my departure. Misaki had gotten the message wrong-- he assumed the news of me leaving was of me running away from him. I wasn't running from him. I tried to explain but he wouldn't understand until I told him my feelings. "Misaki." I was torn from wanting to hold him and staying back to protect myself. "I like you too, alright?" "What?" The angry look his face shifted into an confused one, his beautiful eyes wide. I let out a slow deep breath before repeating my words, "I. Like. You. A lot. I am not running from you, quite the opposite. It's just that this trip is part of my college art career." But there is another thing about the red fire that burns in his eyes: not all fire bursts and explodes. Some shimmer, some breathe, some wither. His eyes could become a sea of fire, both rage and passion. Although now, his eyes is an overflowing sea that he had siphoned from me. Blue drops were pouring over his cheeks as the words sank in. But his fire was not lost, it instead settled in the kiss that had fallen on my lips and trembled through my veins. I felt the spark at each pull of our lips and where my hands held him. We were blending, his red for my blue and that was good. It was his unwanted, unexpected beauty that had pulled me from my somber lonely norm and made me different. Even an unwanted beauty can sometimes be wanted.

Two Words Color: Black Object: Ink ✧✧✧

The black ink travels across the page, seeping and filling in the sketch. Black is elegant but it's a sweeping monster as it absorbs and pulls in colors when it rolls past. It's not overwhelming but at the same time it's not comforting. While it fills in the unimportant crevices, it also fills in the important ones. The train jolted, making my pen slip and slid across the page. I curse but the damage was already done. The month long trip away from Misaki was suffocated, and the only thing to keep me sane was my blue binder full of drawing. I had originally intended it to be filled with mindless blue drawings but now each page was covered in things that reminded me of Misaki and the things that he likes; the binder had become my connection to him. Although black is usually associated with grief, I have found another meaning: loneliness. This was the only hole that black ink could not cover. My life has been masked in bleak memories and black portraits, the majority of it at least. The discovery of art and drawing talents brought me some color but it was just shades of depressing blue. Even when I found this talents, my life and heart were still empty. I won't go on saying that Misaki brought me from the darkness and into the light like some bullshit romance story... but he opened up the gateway for change. If to put my life into different colors, the recent years was when I gained them all. The struggle and the prospect that I could lighten someone's world with a few lines brought me from the black and into the ever-deepening blue. Misaki's unwanted beauty gave me a red which rivaled the ones of my blue. The friendship between us had mixed up a purple that was not intended to happen. I thought all of this as I stared at the surfboard drawing I turned to. This was the only drawing that I had not inked and finalized; there were crevices that I did not want to fill which made this drawing special. It was different from the rest. That's what made me fall for Misaki-- he's different. Never had someone with so much passion and fire hid it behind a bright smile and beautiful eyes. The most important thing was that he was look at me, telling me how grand myself and my art was without any bias. Misaki was the fire that pushed through the ink.

One Word Color: White ✧✧✧

Opposites. The opposite of black is white. The opposite of lonely is friendship. The opposite of blue is red. The opposite of sea is fire. The opposite of norm is difference. The opposite of me is Misaki. My love was standing before me so handsome and beautiful. He had just let go of his mother who had walked him down the aisle per his request. Gorgeous orange-red eyes slowly met mine, then he broke. The same nerves that held me and shaken to my bones were reflected when he suddenly flung himself into my arms. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his hair brushing against my cheek. I couldn't help but laugh with the rest of the audience at his action "Idiot, you have to wait until after the kiss," I whispered but he shook his head and hugged me tighter before letting go and backing up. "Sorry! I had too." I gazed at him lovingly as the minister started to speak but his words were lost to me. Misaki's hands were in mine and he was shaking... I have to admit I was too. I am marrying Misaki. The urge to lean in and kiss him before the ceremony had ended was strongly present but this has to be waited out and be done correctly. Marriage and love had always seemed redundant and unnecessary to me, an annoying inconvenience, but now I see why people fall in love and why it's so important-- Misaki has shown me that over the couple years. He had shown me things great and small, beautiful and glorious. Finding someone so different than myself and others was how I fell in love with him. If he never owned a stark red surfboard, I would have never met him and found my red and purple. I'm now in the middle of saying my vows; each word and phrase was heavily laced with this metaphor of norms and differences, blues and reds. Tears started to roll down my beloved's cheeks. "... Misaki, you have shown me what it means to love and be loved. You are the red to my blue but if I had to pick a color for my feeling right now, it would be white. White contains every color, everything. You have given me everything, your love, your red, your heart. You have given me meaning to myself and to my life, I am eternally grateful. Thank you for being my unwanted beauty." A grand hush fell upon the room at my last words. Misaki's eyes are wide and swimming, his sea leaking and slowing flowing down his cheeks. His hands are clenched around my own, the pain didn't matter as Misaki hiccuped. I love him. The minister hesitantly rambled on until Misaki cut him off with a yell. "Fuck this shit. Kiss me now. I love you too much." this brash fiery spirit finally revealed itself. He had become a sea of fire. I complied and kissed him. His cheeks are wet as I held them, abandoning his hands at the command. The formality of the wedding didn't matter to me anymore as I kissed my love. I started to cry too, and for the first time in my life they were happy tears as my heart swelled. "I love you too, Misaki." Blends. Two contrasts make a perfect compromise. Bitterness and sweetness makes bittersweetness. Blues and reds makes purples. Love is not red or pink, but white... white like the sand between the surfboard and the sky.

[itsuki-minamy]

“YATA AND HIS DISCIPLE”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

The park on the outskirts of Shizume-cho was a place where all the skaters in the neighborhood could meet to practice and evaluate the skills, as there was equipment such as small sections of rails and boxes, large ramps and bowls.

It is open until 10 at night and the lights are on.

And Yata was a very famous person in the skate park. The tricks that stem from his superhuman physical ability are so spectacular that even non-skaters can stop and watch.

Once he started to slide, the skaters around him also stopped practicing, crossed their arms, stared, and watched how they stole their technique. And even among the skaters who gathered, they were sometimes particularly excited about the investigation and asking Yata directly for advice, but those people,

"Well, if you want to master the ollie system, you should choose one with a slightly harder wheel."

And…

"Surprisingly, is the secret to improving your daily core exercises like pushing and turning?"

He was happy to say that. And among them, a group of several children around the age of 10 especially liked Yata. Yata loved them too, and every Saturday afternoon Yata had somehow gotten used to watching them practice.

The children called this meeting the "Yata Dojo".

Also, they wanted to call Yata "King", but Yata said "Please forgive me." and ended with Professor Yata.

A cheeky girl said "Hey, Misaki." Making him twitch.

On Saturday afternoon, when they meet Yata,

"Misa! What are you doing?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman who appeared raised a hand of one of the children who was slowing down on a skateboard.

The girl had eaten a mochi and long black hair had spilled from the hat she removed.

Among the children who attended the Yata Dojo, she was the only girl who thought, "This guy is very good at physical use."

The children were surprised and Yata came out with a stern look.

"A little."

He soon realized that the woman was the mother of the girl named Misa. However, Yata cannot ignore the dangerous act of pulling her hand while riding a skateboard. Perhaps the woman thought she was exaggerating.

"Misa, you're doing this! You're a girl, right?"

She started scolding Misa. Misa has an embarrassed face while sitting. Yata entered again.

"No, skate is good for men or women. Misa is good."

The woman frowns.

"It's noisy! Is there an adult supervisor?"

"No, I'm over 20 years old."

Yata responds, thinking that the ridiculously laughing kids will be in trouble later. Try to persuade the woman.

"Anyway, this girl is in really bad shape lately, so her grades are going down. I'm going home."

Misa was brought home by her mother without telling her. On what is the intention, when she left, she winked at everyone who remained at an angle that her mother could not see.

Yata stuck out his tongue without weighing it down.

That night Yata was complaining to Kusanagi at the HOMRA bar.

"I'm a little pissed off. No matter how much she is her mother. I don't know. She's looking under the skateboard and she can't respect that girl's freedom."

Kusanagi, having finished listening to the story, cleans a glass and laughs.

"Well, though, I know a little about that mother."

"Eh? Why?"

When Yata seems unsatisfied,

"No, she's a little worried right now that a strange young man is teaching her daughter without studying to ride a skateboard."

"Oh, my problem."

"It could be different if Yata-chan was a professional and opened up appropriately in the classroom to teach."

"I don't like that kind of thing. It's just a professional title, it's just me. It's annoying for me to change my grade."

Kusanagi finally laughs.

"In the world, unexpectedly, that happens."

Kusanagi, who has purple glasses, is blond and striking, and does not have a clearly solid appearance, he said that.

When Yata is halfway there,

"......"

As he places his chin on the counter and look at the contents of the non-alcoholic cocktail he was drinking,

"I can't do anything with that girl."

He coughs very gently.

A week later, when Yata was practicing at the same skate park,

"Yata sensei!"

Someone called him. When he was surprised and looked back, Misa was standing there. She had a bag in her hand with a skirt that he had never seen.

"What happened to you?"

When Yata wonders so much, Misa smiles and says,

"Ah, I go to school entirely."

"I see."

Yata clouded his face. On the other hand, Misa...

"But I will be back here in two months."

She simply said it. Yata inadvertently utters a voice.

"Eh?"

Misa was bright everywhere.

"I, my dad was involved, crying and getting mad, and he promised that I could skate again if I exceed the value of 60 in the test that will be done in two months."

"......"

Misa says to Yata, he has lost his words.

“I certainly thought it was bad because my grades have dropped a bit lately. So I study and skate. I love skateboarding, Yata sensei, please follow me by teaching me how to skate when I return."

That said, she waved her hand and ran.

He wondered what happened.

She is much stronger than he expected.

Yata put a megaphone behind his and shouted loudly at her back.

"Do your best! Misa!"

The appearance of Misa will soon disappear. Yata coughed,

"Do your best."

Depressed, he raised his face, kicked the ground, and started running on a skateboard. He was thinking of trying a difficult technique with which he had little success. He thought he would do it many times until he could, and he really wanted to.

[mikafa1212]

Like a Chocolate

Title : Like a Chocolate 

Warning : Mild Languages 

Summary : Do you believe something ridiculous like one small chocolate could change entire story? Fushimi Saruhiko didn’t realize that until he tastes one of small chocolate from a guy that claim want to be his partner for his entire life, Fushimi didn’t wish to dealing any taste he didn’t familiar of, but he admit, it wasn’t that bad. Note : This story goes in Canon Story with Alternative different story progressing Un-beta ed For Sarumi fest 2017

What if people can create time paradox if they changing their own fate?

Or fate always prepare new story for those who want to change?

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Fushimi Saruhiko, just ordinary grumpy teenager in some regular middle school, woke up in the middle of class, luckily the school had just finished and the teacher didn’t bother him for all day, its good news for Fushimi. Since beginning, no one try to bother him because he always earns high marks on score and also, he never tries to socialite to his classmate.

"Oii, Saru, it's the class was over, ya know?"

Except this red-head small guy, Yata Misaki.

Fushimi groaned and stretched his body, his whole body feel so stiff because his sleeping habits. The sound of people talking was more crowded than usual, Fushimi feel more annoyed than usual.

"So noisy, what do you want?"

"Well, remember the Taiyaki shop that day? It's on sale now—"

"Hey, did you know? Matsumoto from Class 2 got confessed!" Some randomly guy shout out in the class, and the rest of guy got excited. 'Oh,' Fushimi remembered today was valentine day, which mean his locker would full of chocolates again, he sighed hard.

"Ugh, why people so exciting someone got laid?? Its so damn annoying! I wish I got chocolate too—" Fushimi didn’t listened any Yata's complain while he stood up.

'I better go home fast before somebody caught me,' he thought while pull his bag and went out classroom, ditching Yata.

"Hey!! Why ditching me, you asshole!?" Yata was not happy with it, obviously.

"Shuush, don't be so loud, someone will catch us," Said Fushimi, he takes turn on different route to school lobby.

"What? Who?" Yata dumbfounded, and because of him, unexpected ambush got Fushimi in the lobby.

"F-F-Fushimi-san! Please wait a moment!" The girl cracked her voice, Fushimi sighed again.

"B-Before you go home, c-can you please accept my chocolate?" She said with shy tone, while completely ignoring Yata who was shocked. "Fine." Fushimi took her chocolates without intention to continue the conversation.

"Hey, that's rude! Say something back to h-her!" Yata interrupted but Fushimi didn’t budge it at all, he opened his locker recklessly, which the chocolates fell down because his rough opening, and made Yata more dumbstruck when he saw the amount of chocolates he received.

The girl also kind of shock too, but Fushimi didn’t bother her, he gathered all the chocolates all he could while Yata helping him and dragged Yata out of school. "God!! Seeing you act like that pissed me off, Can you act be more nice to them?" Yata feel bad seeing how poor Fushimi treated the girl.

"I don’t have obligation to be nice like what you said." Fushimi wish Yata won't nagging him over little things, but seems no one can stop Yata for nagging him.

"Argh, that didn't solve anything! I know you kinda popular to girls, but I didn’t know would be like this! Show some gratitude, man" Said Yata, Fushimi clicked his tongue. "I never ask for this, don't be such a loser, Misaki, just because you didn't got some," Said Fushimi with grumpy tone.

"But you are damn popular, even you're so gloomy, Man, its make me so jealous!" He said while opening one of chocolates. "You didn’t mind I eat some right?" "Go on, in fact, take them all, so I don’t need to throw it," The glasses guy muttered without looking his friend.

"What!? Why you throw it?? That's rude!" Yata feel irritated with how Fushimi act, but he knew Fushimi wouldn't change his mind that easily.

"Like I said, I never ask them to give me, I'm free to do anything to these chocolates," He said with mock tone. He was about to throw some of them but Yata stop them.

"Cut it out, man, wasting food never a cool thing, look, if you hate chocolates so much, let me take it all!" Yata look at Fushimi with glare, even though his hands already full of chocolates.

"...Fine." Fushimi was beyond irritated because Yata's meddling habit, but he didn’t disagree and let Yata do what he want.

They decided to drop the chocolates in Yata's house, Yata had two siblings, which mean they would love to help Yata eat chocolates. Luckily or unluckily, Yata's mom was in home, she asked Fushimi to stay, which he had no option to refuse.

"Ara~ Fushimi-kun, I didn't know you're so famous, dear," She said while look surprisingly to the chocolates that gathered in the table. "Hey, why did you assume all the chocolates are Saru's?" Suddenly Yata feel annoyed.

"Just a hunch, am I right?" Yata defeated on the spot, Mother intunition never wrong. 'A mother, huh?' Thought Fushimi randomly.

"Don’t be so sad, dear, here your favorite chocolate," Yata's mom give her homemade chocolates to Yata and Fushimi, which surprised both of them.

"E-Eeh!? Mom, you never made these before!" Yata was surprised how well made the chocolate, and it was delicious.

"Don't underestimate my cooking skill, son, Minoru and Megumi ask me to make chocolate, but if I know you will bring these many chocolates, I wouldn't make it,"

"But these delicious, mom, right, Saruhiko?" Fushimi was bit surprised Yata also asking his opinion, he never tried ate homemade food before, but he didn't want act rude in front of adult, specially his mother.

He took bite, and swallow it. "...It was delicious, ma'am." He said quietly.

"Oh, thank you!" Yata's mom was delighted how they enjoyed her food.

"At least I got one chocolate, after all," mumbled Yata while ate his mother chocolate.

"Pfft, you got a chocolate from your own mother, how lame," tease Fushimi with his mock grin. "W-What the!? You got the same thing too, you little—" "Mom! We're home!" Minoru and Megumi's calling cut of their little fight, in one second, Yata's house was full of laughter and crowded.

But this time, Fushimi didn’t hate it, in fact, he enjoyed the warm atmosphere in Yata's household.

"Sorry, my folks really loudsome and like to meddle things, hope you aren't grumpy than usual," Explain Yata while walk him to the station.

"No, I'm already get used to it, Misaki still the loudest anyway," He chuckled. The sky was clear and no sign of snowing, but the air still cold as ice. He hide his mouth on his muffler.

"Hey!! Don't call me that! Humph—" Misaki hide his hand on his jacket pocket. "Hey, why you didn’t want eat those chocolates, anyway?" "Because some of them was homemade."

"That's more reason to not waste it, you idiot, but you ate my mom's chocolate anyway," he mumbled while looking Fushimi annoyedly. "….It's different, beside, I don’t want upset your mother." Fushimi said quietly. Yata chuckled, "See? You can be nice if you try," they went silent for a moment, when they finished walking on the front station, Yata decided to ask again.

"Then... if I made some, would you eat it?" Fushimi surprised with his ambigous question, but he find Yata's homemade food never fail to entertain his tongue, he nodded slowly.

"Only if you eat it first in front of me."

"Hey! Don't assume I would poisoning you, idiot." He shouted, attracting some passerby to look at them, Fushimi hiding his grin on his muffler and waving his hand. He always bad mood in Valentine day, the so called showing your love day, and he prefer to be alone, but after spending time in Yata's house, he found having a company for while was not bad at all.

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Yata Misaki didn’t know that day, he actually pissed off because of how poor Fushimi treated those girls who had crush on him, not because he was one of popular guy that always got chocolate every valentine day and he didn’t get any, he didn’t know why feel like that, but what he remembered, he actually picture himself as one of those girls and feel really bad if Fushimi, which made him weirded out.

A lot of things happened since then, he got to know Oogai Aya, they chasing after the blimp and they discovered some strong gang called HOMRA, he and Fushimi develop unexpected adventure and their bond was deeper than he thought. Like example, Fushimi actually genuinely laughed at him, which was the most rare moment he ever find Fushimi opened himself.

The sound of exciting girls on the class make Yata snapped out from the flashback of the events, he was in the middle of class, the girls were giggling and whispering, some of them bring out their favorite magazines and show some of chocolate's picture.

'Oh right, Valentine Day coming up!' He thought, he found himself anxious and excited in the same time. He did practice with his mother making chocolate but the result never satisfying him. He need to made chocolate that fit with Fushimi, not too sweet but not too bitter.

'Why he is the one who the most difficult picky eater of all people!?' Yata was frustasted how he had not been succeed making chocolates.

"Oi, Misaki, the class is over, why you staring the wall like an idiot?" Fushimi smack his shoulder since Yata didn't response him right away.

"What? Hey! I was thinking hard stuff now, this all your fault for being picky eater!" Yata stood up and carry his bag, he decided to learn again.

"You’re not going to arcade today?" Fushimi was surprised Yata didn’t drag him to somwhere today.

"Ah, about that, I'm gonna busy for while so sorry! Don’t worry I will still hang out with you after I'm done, see ya, Saru!" He waved his hand and quickly get out from the classroom.

Fushimi should feel relieved no one going to bother him, but small part of him feel... little lonely.

========== "Listen, that wasn't the right way to make chocolate, this was the right way to make chocolate!" Yata's mom seem also frustrated teaching her son making chocolate that keep failed.

"What's the difference!? It's still the same!!" Yata even more frustated than her mother, the Valentine Day will come up tomorrow and he has zero chocolate to give.

'For this gloomy asshole, I shouldn't have promise what I can't do' Yata feel regret little, but he slapped his face and face his mother.

"Please one more time," Yata's face and hand full of flour, chocolate and cream, but his eyes still hasn't give up.

Yata's mom sighed, she couldn't turn down her beloved child's request. "Okay, but you promise me to not waste food and you will eat these failed chocolates," "Roger, mom!"

"Listen, I don't think your chocolate fail at all, no matter how bad the appearance, if the taste was good, the person that will eat will enjoy it, so I think we need to focus to the taste first."

'But Fushimi's peaky eater, if he disgusted with the appearance, I doubt he would eat it,' Yata wasn't sure about it but since her mother was the expert, he have to listened her. After countless battles in the kitchen with her mother, like the right proposition of sugar and chocolate, also the patience on baking them, Yata finally made a decent chocolate with warm and delicious taste, similar to her mother's chocolate. He finally feels satisfied to his hardwork and begin to warp it with nice decoration.

His mother giggled seeing her eldest son was excited to give chocolate, which was unusual for him. But she decided to not tease him.

Yata end up eating the failed chocolates as dinner and he got stomachache in the morning.

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Yata never been feel stupid, he just realized Valentine Day is all about girls giving chocolates to guys, not the opposite. And he was about to give chocolate to his best friend, best mate, best partner, Fushimi Saruhiko, on Valentine Day.

'Why the heck that day I want to give chocolate!? It's not like he need chocolate, in fact, he always got it some in every Valentine day.' Yata want to bang his head on the walls. "Misaki, what are you doing in the middle of hallway?" Fushimi show up in time when Yata want to run away.

"Oh shit! You're here!" Yata quickly hide his bag that consist the chocolate he made yesterday. "I mean, what a surprise, man, I thought you already gone home since you know—you hate Valentine day, right?" He patted Fushimi's shoulder and walk nervously to the lobby.

Fushimi raise his eyebrow, suspicious to Yata's odd act for entire day, he didn't greet nor say anything to him, he keep staring his table and then nervous for nothing. "Did you hit your head or something? You acting like insane person today," As Fushimi spoke, he changed his shoes and took his umbrella.

Turn out today weather was heavy rainy, a lot of students took shelter or walk with their umbrellas. Yata remembered he didn’t bring any umbrella today.

"Damn, I forgot to bring umbrella!" Yata nervously searching something in his bag. Suddenly Fushimi pull him to under his umbrella. "This umbrella enough for both of us, beside you need to explain what are you planning today?"

"E-Eh what!?" Yata got more nervous because there was no distance between them, but he can't refuse his offer, he didn't want his chocolates get soaked by the rain, knowing how heavy it was.

"Don't pretend you forgot, yesterday you told me free my time so you can surprise me, now tell me," Fushimi clicked his tongue, irritated seeing how slow Yata react. "Ah about that, hmmmmmm," Yata spotted some deserted shop in the side of front station. "Let's stop at that first."

The weather didn't get any better, in fact, the wind went worse and since Fushimi didn't gripped the umbrella that strong, their umbrella got caught on the wind and they get a bit soaked.

"This so suuuuuck!" Complained Yata when his shirt got soaked, luckily the bag didn’t get soaked badly.

Even Fushimi's face got grumpier because his glasses and hair got wet. 'Okay its now or never.' Yata nervously took out the chocolates while Fushimi cleaned up his glasses. "Uh, Saru, don't get mad or teasing me for this okay, here," Fushimi turned his side to Yata and look surprised.

"…. You made chocolates? And now you giving it to me?" Fushimi didn’t quite understand what the meaning of this.

"L—look! You've said you would eat it, okay? And I feel bad if I didn’t keep promise, so here!"

"Are you sure this wasn't poisoned?"

"Of course it's not!!! Here!" Yata took bite one of his chocolates. "I didn't get pass out right?"

"…. If you say so," Fushimi took the his small bag of chocolate and look disgusted to it. "It's look horrible—"

"Don't make me hit you, damn monkey!" Yata growled, but then he bit his lip when Fushimi took the bite and his face didn't look like hate it. "….Not bad, I think your mother genes got in you," He said quietly while ate it.

"Of course, I am! Heh! The amount of practice making these really paid off," Yata rub his cheek while smiling widely. He never thought he would feel happy seeing Fushimi ate the chocolates without complain.

Fushimi end up ate all the chocolates while both of them wait the rain get out. When he finished, he licked some leftover chocolates on his finger. Yata blushed when he staring him too long.

'The fuck wrong with me!?'

"So, Do I need return something in White day? What a pain in the ass," Fushimi started to complain again.

"What? Duh, you don't need to if you don't want, idiot," Yata grumbled, but Fushimi chuckled, he got pat Yata's head.

"Thanks anyway, see you." He said before took his umbrella and walk away to the station. Yata found himself grinning while waiting the rain finished. 'Guess I'm the only person who can make Saruhiko eat,'

On March 14th, Fushimi giving him some cheap looking white chocolates that he bought on the store, of course Yata feel pissed for Fushimi's poor choice, but in the end he enjoyed the chocolate while chatting with him on the rooftop school like usual.

Their habit of giving chocolates each other still continue even after they joined HOMRA, no matter how grumpy Fushimi, Yata never break his promise to provide him chocolates every Valentine's day.

Sometimes, Fushimi feel mad seeing Yata keep giving him just because the promise, or the tradition, the dull feeling he feel on his heart bugging him to throw those irritating chocolates, but he never couldn't do it.

Especially when he saw those messy and burned hands of Yata after baking them, even the chocolates getting better, Yata always pour his hardwork of making it, Fushimi always saw it since they live together.

In exchange, Fushimi also put some effort for White day's gift, sometimes he gives Yata's favorite lollipop, sometimes treat him in his favorite's ramen shop, or anything Yata's favorite food, its not always chocolates, Fushimi pretty sure Yata will get bored of it. But it was bit odd for Fushimi that he never thought he would bored if keep receiving Yata's chocolate.

One day when their apartment full of HOMRA buddies, Fushimi get more upset than ever, 'It's not like I'm looking forward this stupid Valentine's day,' he thought, while he grumpily hide himself on the top of bunk bed.

"Okay guys, time you all get out from here!" Said Yata suddenly when the clock hit on six pm, all his friends groaned disappointingly.

"What?? That's no fun, why Yata-san?" Protested Kamamoto, and rest of guy following him, but Yata didn't give budge to his friends and dragged them out from their room. "Now then, let's start!" Yata said to himself, Fushimi didn't try to talk him whenever he was in bad mood, but he peeked little from his bunk bed.

Yata preparing his chocolates again, and Fushimi remembered tomorrow was Valentine's day, some how, he felt heavy, something on his chest felt hurt. Fushimi didn't know why it irritated him, his logic tell him he should be happy Yata actually ditched those HOMRA clowns and do something for him only.

Everything makes Fushimi irritated, he clicked his tongue. "Are you still preparing those chocolates again?"

Yata look up toward him. "Hmm? What's wrong about that?"

[I don't need those petty chocolates again]

[Why you keep giving me those chocolates anyway]

[I think we should stop doing this—]

But those words never come out from his mouth, he bit his lips and muttered. "Nothing, really."

The next day, Yata left early because he got chores with Kusanagi on HOMRA Bar, but he left the chocolates with notes on it. Fushimi opened it while scratched his messy hair.

{ Happy Valentine's Day—Heck, this sound weird, anyway you have been so bad mood lately, so I tried to make it have same taste like Mom's, hopefully this chocolate taste better than last year!

--- Yatagarasu M

P.S I think I'm getting good making chocolates! Maybe I can be passieter? Or what it's called? Nah, nvm }

He shouldn't be smiling at those crappy writing or the warm chocolates, he thought, because in the end, Yata always go to HOMRA in the first place when he got trouble.

But he can't stop himself for happy that Yata didn't change one bit about the chocolate.

'I should treat him Sushi next March, he never eats fancy food, after all' thought Fushimi while eat the chocolate.

Yata know his friendship with Fushimi have been drift away ever since they joined HOMRA and Yata focused his life to HOMRA. He knew Fushimi actually dislikes HOMRA, Suoh Mikoto, and anything related to them, but despise all of that, he still staying with him, he still come HOMRA sometimes, and he still help him whenever he got trouble. Fushimi always be there for him whenever he need. 'Heck, he still accept my chocolates every year, if he hates me, he wouldn't even bother to eat it in the first place,' He thought whenever he had doubt on Fushimi. But he can't turn blind eye about Fushimi's talent. Fushimi got worst attitude when he dealing with people, he also likes to saying something that likely people will mad at him for saying rude things, and he one of typical person that won't tell you if he was mad, sad, or anything that make him look like weak person. He can't blame him, having monstrous father like Fushimi Niki was one of reason why Fushimi act like that.

But his talent was different matter. Fushimi really good at programming, he could hack any website when he was middle school, and now when he had a lot free time, Yata know Fushimi's skill had been increased after they joined HOMRA, especially Fushimi also learn some basic self-defense and how using knife. Even Fushimi joined HOMRA just for following Yata, his talent also useful to HOMRA and he helped a lot of works for Kusanagi and others, sometimes Yata was so jealous to him, because his good point only his loyalty toward HOMRA.

He would never admit he was weak, but he knew his power was nothing if compared to Fushimi's talent, that's why he worked hard, he spends time so much to Mikoto and others, spending time practicing and fight some thugs so he would become stronger. But Yata only human after all, he also make mistakes.

He should talk more to Fushimi, thought he already tried it and it was making Fushimi more bad mood, but at least he should have communicated Fushimi more than ever. So Fushimi won't go away.

Like today, he was standing in front of him in the alley, saying things he want to quit HOMRA and join Scepter 4 instead.

Yata knew someday Fushimi would prefer going somewhere without him, but he didn't know it would be today and all of this happening so fast.

"Oi, Misaki, did you hear me?" Said Fushimi in mocked tone, seeing Yata frozen up wasn't in his plan.

"A-Ah, what? O-oh right, well, you said you want to quit, huh?" Yata can't thinking right now, suddenly his brain stopped working and the anxious that he have been hiding all this time blow up in his stomach.

"Are you listening? Or is this too much for you to handle, huh?" Fushimi begin to taunt him with his wicked smile.

"OF COURSE IT IS, DUMBASS! You, who never tried to listen to me whenever I want to talk to you, suddenly deciding to join that shitty group without ask me first?? What are you expecting!?" Yata started to lose himself, he didn't know what to do or to say anything, but he knew he shouldn't keep quiet, he need to say something. Something.

"Why would I ask you first, You will be always saying HOMRA This, HOMRA that, I'm sick it of—"

"Of course not!!!" Yata gripped hard Saruhiko's jacket. "I would have listened to you, Asshole, You never try talk anything to me ever since we joined HOMRA, you close yourself, even to me, and What I suppose to do!? I always thinking what best for you!"

It wasn't going exactly what I planned, Fushimi thought, he planned to tell Yata while riled him off, so Yata would hate him and he can go to Scepter 4 peacefully. He started to feel annoyed, Yata should be the one who pissed off, not him, why Yata keep saying like he was the one who most understood him? Fushimi pushed Yata off. "The best of what? You always thinking about HOMRA, all for the sake Oh The Great Suoh Mikoto and those precious comrades of yours, just admit it, I'm nothing but also those pawns."

"You've got it wrong, I don't understand what the heck are you talking about, the pawns or shits, But what's wrong you being a HOMRA Comrades?" "See—That's the point, I'm not in the circle of thugs like you, I'm not some fanboy who fawning over 'Mikoto-san', Ugh, even my tongue feel disgusted saying his name—" Fushimi pull out his best mockery face to Yata, the more Yata get angry, the more he can cut off their bond as soon as possible. "SHUT UP!" Fushimi smiled wickedly when Yata fell for the bait.

'Good, say it, Misaki, say it that You hate me and you want to—' He saw Yata swung his hand toward him, Fushimi didn't budge to move. But the fist missed on purpose. He hit the wall beside Fushimi. "Are you idiot, you missed—"

"SHUT UP, I KNOW!" Yata screaming, but Fushimi notice Yata actually cried in front of him. "I know, dammit, I know you didn't like HOMRA and Mikoto san in the first place, I know you didn't enjoy them as company whenever we hung out, Heck, it's not like we know each other just for moment, I have been with you for years, dumbass!" Yata tried his best to not let his voice cracked, but the tears wont stop flowing on his cheek. Fushimi never guessed Yata would breakdown in front of him, out of all people, and Fushimi feel something hurt in his chest.

'The hell, this wasn't going as I planned!'

"That's why I tried so hard to be strong, That's why I devote myself to Mikoto-san so I could be strong like him. So I could protect you and others!!" "The hell.... I don't need your protection." Fushimi mumbled, he was out of idea what he could do to make Yata hates him, and the worst, he start to feel guilty. 'Dammit' he cursed on his head.

"Shut up! You don't know how terrifying when I saw you almost dying because of me!! I never been feel scared and hopeless like that time! I don't want to lose you again!" Yata's teary eyes and his words suddenly make Fushimi's heart thumping.

'Ugh, not now.' Fushimi grip hard on his own hand. "You are so dumb, recalling those memories won't make me return to HOM—"

Slap.

Yata slapped him, but Fushimi felt Yata had just slapped his life, his vision of all this time. Yata grabbed his shirt again, for making sure Fushimi listened him.

"Listen here, you asshole, I'm talking about how you almost dying, I-if you want to quit, FINE! You can quit, I don't have right to stop you, nor anybody, because it's your choice...." Yata avert his eyes, he tried to not pled him to go back to HOMRA, but he couldn't lie to himself that he wasn't okay Fushimi would left him.

".... Idiot, you should have hated me and called me traitor, you HOMRA lover, why won't you hate me?" Fushimi spoke, he tried his best to cover his sadness, but his tone couldn't lie.

Yata noticed how hurt Fushimi too, judging how he look pained when seeing Yata's messy face. Yata swallowed all the nervous and decided to tell him. "Because you are my number one partner, there is no way I would want break this."

Fushimi can't say anything, he didn't expect to get answer like that. Both of them staring for while, lost of words to say, they didn't said anything provoke or pleading to go back HOMRA again.

Fushimi decided to dismiss the car that have been waiting him to escort him to Scepter 4, he also send text message to his new boss that he would move to Scepter 4 tomorrow instead.

After Yata feel calm, he wiped his face with his arm to erase the tears and asked him. "How long you have been wanting to move Scepter 4?"

"….. Not for long..." Fushimi seems hesitate to answer, but he spoke to him anyway. "Then.... Does Mikoto-san and Kusanagi-san know this?"

".... Yes, they know,"

"Dammit, I am not the first person to know this, you're so cruel, you know what, you should be honest to me and to yourself," Yata stood up and cleaned his mess. Both of them still mess because the earlier fight.

"…. I don't think you would accept it, Misaki, that's why I keep it secret." He look away from Yata, he didn't know how to act in front of Yata anymore, all his plan messed up. "You're too underestimate me, you know," Yata hit Fushimi shoulder with his bro fist while grinning. Fushimi clicked his tongue and slapped his hand.

"You're too dumb, any normal person would straight call me traitor and leave me alone." Fushimi didn't want see Yata smiled to him, even after what he has done to him.

"Why you want me to hate you so bad? I have been knowing you for long, sure, you make me pissed off every day, but hate is strong word, I don't think I can, you know, mad at you all the time, so won't it much better if you want to parted away in good terms with me."

[It's not like that, if you don't hate me—]

[You won't looking at me anymore]

[All this effort to move out from you become useless]

Again, Fushimi can't find any right words to tell him the truth, he didn't know why he want Yata hate him so much. "Well, let's go home together, for the last time, you haven't packed your items, right? Let me help you," Yata bumped his hand again to his shoulder and walk toward their small apartment.

"Misaki."

"Hmmm?"

"You're not mad?" "Hmmm, I was, but when I'm thinking back again, I think it's also part of my fault for not reaching you or be with you when you need me the most, so, maybe this decision could make us self-intropection, ya know?"

"…. Who are you and what you did to Yata Misaki?"

"Hey! Even I'm dumb, I'm still capable thinking with logic, unlike you"

"So you admit you're dumb."

"Uuuuuuugrh!"

It's been 3 years after Fushimi moving out from their small apartment and they decided to sell it off and Yata rent new apartment with Kamamoto that closer toward HOMRA. 'Good bye our small world' That what Yata thought when he parted with his first apartment with Fushimi, he thought he may can't meet Fushimi often. But he was wrong. He always there, whenever he crashes to Scepter's 4 Patrol, and the funny thing, Fushimi never stop teasing or taunting him whenever he had chance. He used to hate all Scepter's 4 members and the ice queen but ever since Fushimi joined, he was way more annoying, even more than the Scepter's 4 captain, especially when he changed his hair that have similarity with his late father.

"Alone all by yourself, Mi~Sa~Ki~?"

"Shut up, you damn monkey!!!!"

They never stop fighting whenever they meet, start when both of teams awkward to each other until they both get used to their fight and waiting, The Ice Queen or Kusanagi stop the fight.

"He just pissed me off." That's what they answer if they were asked why they keep fighting everytime they met.

But gradually, start on the 2nd year after Fushimi left, whenever Yata was chilling out in the small gang while drinking some soda from vending machine, Fushimi show up and drinking the same thing. They still bickering and mocking each other, but they didn’t engage a battle, they just talking like some normal comrades.

And Fushimi didn't hate it.

"I never thought you like spending time outside, when you live with me, you don't want to come out no matter how I budge you!" Said Yata casually.

"It's because there so many gossipers and useless subordinates that cares stupid things, and Ice Queen so bossy," Explain Fushimi while rubbing his head, he got more less sleep than ever thanks to Captain's orders.

"Sound like a hell job, but you like it at there right?" Fushimi didn’t expect Yata would ask how he feeling, he never asked those questions before, its like he was scared seeing how Fushimi fit in other groups.

"…. The payment it's not bad." He avoided it while took a sip again.

Yata grinned. "I'm glad, then!"

Fushimi clicked his tongue and look away, somehow he felt annoyed if Yata would delighted if Fushimi happy.

"Oh, right timing, here." Misaki pulled out his small gift that full of chocolates, he still giving Fushimi chocolates depise they live in different place, if he couldn't found Fushimi, he usually give it to Scepter's 4 guy that patrolling that day.

"What? You still baking these?" Fushimi didn't reject it and examine the chocolates, it was bit melted because it have been in Yata's pocket too long. "Of course, I have been looking forward to give it you, since I found the secret ingredients, I realize what I have been missing!"

"What?"

"I'm making it while thinking about you, and its turn out more effective!"

It caught him off guard, the bizarre thump sound of his heart make him suddenly nervous. He got annoyed, Fushimi pull Yata by grabbing his jacket, and he saw chances. "Why are you drinking like 5th graders?"

"What are you—AAAAAH! What the hell!? Get off!!!" Yata didn't expect Fushimi would pulled him closer and licked chin, almost got his lips.

"You never stop acting like a child, huh"

"P-p-pervert!"

Fushimi hurriedly ran toward Yata who had been hiding in the back of alley that they usually met on free time.

The situation has been dire. Suoh Mikoto had been sent to Hospital because of Ashinaka's incident, Totsuka hasn't recovered from the shots yet, Kusanagi gone for months and no news from him, and the Gold King has been missing, HOMRA was completely mess.

The only remaining faithful members only Yata, Kamamoto and Anna.

Unfortunately, they had been attacked by someone that may from Green clan and Anna was kidnapped.

The black hair guy who had been helped them can't stop him from kidnapping Anna.

"Misaki!" Fushimi found him laying on the corner while coughing, he was injured badly because trying to save Anna earlier from the Green guy.

"S—Saru!" Yata suddenly stood up while coughing. Luckily Fushimi was in right time to catch him from falling.

"H-Help Anna! He kidnapped her! Somebody must save her!" Yata desperitaly shook off Fushimi's shoulder.

"Calm down, I already asked Awashima to find Anna, but it will took time to prepare the squads,"

"What the hell!? What are you waiting for!? Anna can got killed if you guys didn't do anything!" Yata yelled too loud, which cause him more coughing.

"Snap out it, Misaki, if you want to save her badly, then you must the one who save her, You are HOMRA Vanguard after all." Fushimi was irritated seeing how broken and unstable Yata's state.

Ever since Mikoto has been treated in hospital and hasn't regain consciousness for months, Yata was the one who get most depressed. The pressure and the worry he felt must be heavy enough to corner Yata and made him look like pitiful guy.

"You're right, I shouldn't have look for help, I must the one who help her! Heck, I even ask help to blues! I must be goddamit crazy!" Finally Yata get himself together, he slapped his own face and stood up with his favorite bat.

"Tch, I shouldn't have encouraged you if you going reckless again. Let me ask, do you know where she is?"

"Ah....Nope?"

"You're hopeless, here." Fushimi send some coordinate that consist Anna's location. "You go to here first, I will return to base to get some help, if you're in great danger, I suggest you give signal to me,"

"Thanks, Saru, I know you're the best, I owe you one!!" Yata left while using his skateboard to speed up, Fushimi waved back and he return to base.

He didn't like seeing Yata happy with other than himself, but he hate it more if Yata was depressed.

'At least this what I can do.'

Yata never been feel more grateful when Fushimi helped him last time, not only he could save Anna, he got himself a new King, or Queen exactly, safe and sound.

He owes a life debt to Fushimi, because for him, HOMRA always his second home. Fushimi didn't want to admit he just helped him and he act more annoying than ever, especially after Scepter's 4 and HOMRA team up to defeat the Green clans.

But when he found out what Munakata assign Fushimi a suicide mission, Yata never felt so hopeless, not only he regrets doubting Fushimi's loyalty, he felt scared, the same horror sensation like when he almost watching Fushimi died in front of him. This time Mikoto didn't help them.

Yata decided he will save Fushimi, even if it cost his life.

He came in the right time, when Anna allowed him to help Fushimi first before the main mission, he use all his strength to catch up Fushimi and it turn out he almost get killed by Sukuna.

He feel so relieved after he succeed saved him.

Fushimi protested to him why he would save him, and Yata yelled him back because he knew Fushimi's loyalty always in Scepter's 4 side, he knew Fushimi acknowledge Munakata as his king, just like he acknowledge Mikoto as his king.

Fushimi won't admit how he feel happy when Yata always believe in him, but Yata knew anyway, because there is no way Fushimi would have fought back Sukuna together with Yata if he wasn't in good mood.

When Fushimi asked who the most important in his life, Yata would have answer it was Fushimi all the time, ever since he met him. But remembering how improtant his main mission, he answered Anna.

Fushimi didn't feel irritated for the answer, he wouldn't need a word from Yata for recognition of their feeling, he knew Yata always coming right to him, just like when he did to him.

This time, Fushimi saved by Yata's words, he can learn he was allowed to feel grateful toward his teammates and Captains, because his loyalty also stay on Scepter's 4.

But he still uncomfortable got welcome hug from his teammates, especially from the Captain.

"I can't believe The Slate have been over, I'm gonna miss my days when I could use my powers!" Yelled Yata in the middle of the night after he and Fushimi visited Yata's family.

When they welcome him like in old days, Fushimi admit he missed them for years after leaving the hometown.

"If you're going use Slate Power until you grown old, I bet you die quickly." Said Fushimi in monotone.

"Don't say die in that tone! It's like you didn't mind I would die in any moment!"

"I'm just joking, idiot," Fushimi messed Yata's hair while Yata mumbled, usually he owuld slapped back, but it seems he got used to it. As long Fushimi didn't mention about their difference height.

"Hey, even thought we didn't have power anymore, I'm still thinking Anna and Mikoto-san are my King and Queen! How about you, Saru? Munakata always be your king, right?"

Fushimi stared Yata little, usually Yata always be in bad mood whenever he mentioned Munakata or Captain in front of him, its like he was jealous, but now he just giving normal response.

'It's not fair.' He nodded slowly. Yata stretching his hand out to the air while yawned.

"Misaki, there something I want to tell you..." Fushimi stopped his track while looking seriously to Yata.

"Hmm, what is it?"

"I think we should stop the exchange chocolate tradition." Both of them were silent.

Yata was dumbfounded by Fushimi's random request. Sure he knew Fushimi was uncomfortable with it, but it was unexpected.

"And I think I don't want hang out with you for while."

"W-What!? Why!?? We had just reconciled last month! And there so much things I want to do with you!"

Fushimi averted his eyes, Yata's reaction was always exceed his expectation and he wanted to tease him so bad, but this wasn't the right time.

"Ugh, if I did something offensive again, I would apologize for that, but cutting off communication like that—"

"I never said I was cutting off communication." Fushimi still keep his cool posture.

"W-What? but you said you don't want to meet me—"

"We could still keep in touch by message, but we won't meet for while."

"Why!? Don't decided things like that! I-I don't want to stop seeing you..."

"Why, then? Give me reason why I should,"

"D-Don't you get it.... Argh!" Suddenly Yata pushed Fushimi over the neighbor walls and keep his both arms beside Fushimi, ilike he was trying to kabedon Fushimi.

"I-I just figure out after uh—You know, the slate incident, I want to be with you, not because about HOMRA, mission, partner, stuff like that. It's because... Just you, the monkey that I care about,"

"Cute." "W-What did you just call me—Hmph!" Fushimi pushed his lips toward Yata's lips. Their lips crashed, it was dry and bitter, but Fushimi took his whole lips and suck the Yata's bottom lips.

Yata still frozen up until Fushimi pulled out from their kiss. "T-That was my irst kiss!! You Asshole!!" Yata walk backwards and giving Fushimi space.

"Sorry, I was just teasing you." Fushimi pulled off his trademark smirk. "All of them was lies!!? Including the chocolates!?" They were lucky the neighborhood didn’t suddenly went out and scold them how loud Yata was.

"Yes." Fushimi didn't regret single thing about what he have done.

"Y-You fucking sadist! I hate you—" Yata was about to punch Fushimi again, but he stopped him and pulled him into hug instead.

"Misaki, go out with me." This time Fushimi asked him, with serious tone, even their eyes didn't meet, Yata notice how red Fushimi's cheek.

"Y-Y-You could ask me without teasing!" Yata feel so dumb for believing every words that come out from Fushimi's mouth.

"I need to make sure you feel the same way," Fushimi chuckled while nuzzling his head into Yata's neck, he felt Yata so small in his embrace, he still would told his feelings even if Yata didn't feel the same way.

"Dumbass, you won't get chocolate this year!"

[FIN]

[pleasedontsayit]

Random info about all / any of your ships? (THE TABLES HAVE TURNED.)

Lion Pack/LionPack

Back on earth, Keith once got jealous because Mae had a visit from her brother but he didn’t know about her brother [Mae and her brother were okay semi-close] and he questioned if Mae was cheating or had forgotten to say they were over. Mae thought it was adorable but she felt bad so she spent a night at Keith’s house to make up for it; It consisted of watching cheesy comedies as well as horrors [Mae jumps way too easily] and some other things. 

Beyond belief, Keith sings in the shower way too much but he’s really confident because he has no idea Mae has recordings of him singing on her phone that she will sometimes play as blackmail, or for entertainment purposes of the other Paladins. 

Mae found a way to attain a suit that was similar to Keith’s paladin armor/armour and when Keith saw it, he got about as red as his lion and the others have yet to let him forget it. She uses it mostly when she accompanies on missions or if she decides to recklessly become a decoy for the enemy [which makes Keith get fired up because damned he be if he let Mae get hurt] 

Mae mentioned having kids at some point in the future, and Keith completely lose everything about him. It started off with comments of “The universe comes first” “Kids are too worrisome” etc. and Mae let it go, although she was disappointed because kids weren’t a big priority or thought but she thought futurewise that it would’ve been nice 

---Keith later found out because Mae has a habit of sleeptalking, and it often wakes him up. He didn’t realize that Mae was serious and internally beat himself up for a while. He started training more until he felt he was ready to try to re-talk to Mae about it. She had to assure him that if he wasn’t ready for kids or didn’t care to have kids, then that was fine with her because she’s happy just being with him regardless. 

---This also led to Keith (accidentally??) explaining that he was just worried he wouldn’t be a proper father, and that protecting a child in space was something he didn’t know he could do, and plus raising a child alone just about would be something he didn’t want to put her through [Considering the missions him and the others have to constantly go on and such] 

The first time Mae got severely injured and had to spend days in a healing pod, Keith refused to leave [Refuses to leave ever when she’s in one] but he eventually fell asleep from exhaustion. He jolted awake from his yelling because he had had a nightmare that Mae came out of the healing pod but she didn’t make it and he spent minutes panicking before he realized she was still there and in the healing pod. 

He’s horrible at planning anything, so for a birthday or for an anniversary, he has to try to work with the others on ideas because he just doesn’t want to look stupid, although that’s all that happens but Mae loves the thought regardless.

---One birthday, Keith was walking with the cake and tripped right as Mae walked into the room and he faceplanted into it. Cake and Icing filled and covered his face and hair and the others lost all control and attacked the two with silly string that one of them somehow had managed to make or buy in the space mall. The clean up was not fun. 

Light Bursts/LightBursts

Yukine would insist in sleeping under different blankets or covers when they first started dating, but at some point he always found himself cuddling against Mae under the same blanket. 

Yukine loves giving Mae his jacket because when she returns it, it smells like her and it’s one of his favorite scents; Her scent is this mix of rose petals on a rainy afternoon and a cool, lightly sea salt type smell like you would smell on the beach. So like, sea salted rose petals or something. 

Mae would sometimes find herself on the receiving end of Yukine’s anger when dealing with Yato some days, but she’d always be greeted with flowers and her favorite sweet(s) as an apology, along with many many cuddles and movies/films of her choice. 

Sunshine Flowers/SunshineFlowers

Hide loves her just way too much. He refuses to let her walk to/from anywhere alone. If either of them have work, he’ll put in a request for her to wait somewhere near by or at work where it’s safe until he can get there, and then he’ll call her when he has the chance to talk to her about her day and he’ll stop by to pick up flowers on random days. If her feet hurt or she’s really tired, he’ll carry her home on his back. 

If she works late, Hide will cook her favorite meal and have it ready for when he goes to pick her up. He’ll already have a plate made for her as well as something to drink [Probably Ice Sweet Tea or an occasional Dr.Pepper] and he’ll tell her to sit down and he’ll bring it over to her; Even take off her shoes and socks for her and runs a warm bath full of bubbles for her when she’s finished eating. He’d even carry her to the bathtub because he’s just such a dork. 

Short Attitudes/ShortAttitudes

Yata at first acts like he really doesn’t care about the relationship and people start to question it, but Mae’s the one to stop the questioning. Not to be mistaken, she’s conflicted herself but she refuses to allow anyone else to question his decisions. In reality, Yata just really had no idea what to do because his previous relationship(s) were uh, really, something different compared to how Mae is. 

When she steals his board to try to skate, she gets pretty scraped up a few times and Yata won’t show it but holy shit does he get worried because what if the wounds get infected and how badly is she hurt and is she lying about her pain and what does he do because he has no clue?? He rarely tends to his own wounds, but Mae being injured is something he refuses to let be. 

If any of the other clan members, or anyone else, in general, gets too close or friendly, he turns into this like, sour patch kid type person. He’d get really jealous and territorial, which would be the sour part, but he’d also be really careful not to piss Mae off with it. 

Sometimes can’t help but annoy his fellow clan members with stories of habits Mae has and such; Like how curly her hair gets when it’s wet, or how bright her blue eyes shine with that hint of yellow when she gets really excited, or how her hair is also just really silky and smooth without conditioner like, was that even possible?? The others then have to practically beg for him to shut up. 

[rubldus]

kiss a HOMRA member

I DARE YOU TO KISS || NO LONGER ACCEPTING 🔥🔥🔥

                             He was so sick of this game. But he was finished…almost. This was the last round, they’d ALL decided. He was the last man standing: he and…ugh. Chitose. That guy would do anything, so maybe his chances weren’t great…but he was going to GO for it. He never won games ( other than video games, of course ) especially not against his fellow clansmen. He was closer than he’d ever been this time, and he wanted it bad. But this dare….it was so vague. Just WHO was he supposed to kiss? He’d already done it for Anna and Kusanagi-San, both of whom would’ve been his first two options…so the choices were…huh. Well, go big or go home was the mantra he lived by. He could do this- speed style. A smooth finish to a STUPID game.

                             Fujishima was an easy start- the gentlest of their group. He could be certain the man wouldn’t make fun of him for it, far too tender hearted for such juvenile action. Rather, he was more likely to pat his head in response, affectionate to the group’s younger members: nurturing and kind. It was a front put up to REJECT those sorts of movements: really, YATA didn’t mind them- enjoyed them, even. It was fun to be spoiled sometimes. And with that thought, Fujishima received a soft peck on the chin. 

                             Next was Dewa, who’d respond with a teasing sarcasm, no doubt, but who also retained some sense of maturity: he’d laugh about it for awhile, but then he’d drop it. He had a soft spot for Yata, after all- worried about him. He wouldn’t poke more FUN than he knew the younger’s psyche could handle. Still not a pleasant experience that he did it at all, but he was a better second option than the rest. So he was gifted a kiss to the edge of his mouth.

                             Shōhei was third. His tendency to overthink might signal his reaction to be quite creeped out, but his OPTIMISM meant he was likely to go with the flow of things and DROP the subject sooner rather than later. He was a solid contender for number three, so Yata went up onto his toes ( dammit, everyone in HOMRA was taller than him ) and pressed his lips to the older male’s cheek, quick and sweet.  

                             Fourth was Kamamoto: his best friend, and therefore a self explanatory awkwardness was added to the situation. Regardless, he was good at allowing redhead to get away with whatever he wanted ( albeit with complaint ) so this wasn’t likely to be much of an issue. Besides- height aside, the blonde’s stomach made the ideal stepping stone to reach his face. That was rather helpful, though the other WHINED at him every time he did it. Yata gave him a kiss on the eyelid ( and pressed a little harder than necessary because the moaning was pissing him off ) to show his gratitude. 

                             Bandō took fifth: SUCH a loyal friend, but so unbearably obnoxious. As close as he and Yata were, they fought over everything. Not to mention they both had similar…intelligence levels, so their fights were more like those of PRIMATES than sophisticated humans- yelling and rough housing and not a lot of actual resolution. The ravenette had watched the goings on of this round of the game thus far, leaving he and Yata to end up rolling around on the floor and shoving at each other. His mistake was to shove his hand over Yata’s mouth in attempt to shove him off. He received a sloppy SMOOCH on the palm for his troubles, and then a sharp BITE as a bonus. 

                             Eric sat nicely at sixth. Their dynamic was an interesting one- the bickering a CONSTANT. The ‘ dog ’ seemed to enjoy baiting him, enjoyed his OVER THE TOP reactions, and in turn redhead rose to the bait every time. He was BY FAR the most likely to make fun of Yata for his actions, and by far the most likely to PERSIST in his jeering. The only reason he was at sixth and not seventh, in fact, was because he wasn’t a complete PERVERT. To make things as painless for himself as possible, vanguard kissed the blonde’s hand.

                             Chitose was seventh- last place. Unsurprising when one considers the types of VICES he was so keen on enjoying. This game had been a BREEZE for him thus far, he was truly a worthy opponent when it came to bodily pleasures ( aka, truly a COMPLETE DIRTBAG ) and indulgences. As though he’d been patiently waiting his turn- and really, he probably had been- he smirked whilst the younger redhead came close, only for Yata to stop halfway with a glare and a finger pointed in the older’s face. 

“I do the kissing, YOU don’t move, got it? Pull anything and yer ass is grass!” 

                             And with that said, Yata was leaning in cautiously, close…closer…closer…and then a full on, WET press: mouth-to-mouth kiss. And was that…a hand, gripping his- oh HELL no. 

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!!” 

                             So much for a smooth finish to this clusterfuck.

[mikototsu-trash]

What kind of rides and food do you think each of the HOMRA members would do at Disneyland and California Adventure? Bonus for Yata dragging Saruhiko along

I hope u don’t mind if I substitute this for Universal Studios and Disneyworld in Orlando bc I’ve never been to California and I’m too lazy to do any research at this moment

So I think it’s pretty safe to say that these literal gang members would be pretty up for the big scary roller coasters- it seems like it’d turn into a pissing contest of who could be the least scared, so they’d do all the huge roller coasters and all the supposedly scary rides like the Haunted Mansion and the Tower of Terror. They wouldn’t be seen in the immediate vicinity of any of the kiddie rides unless Anna wanted to go on them, but she’d probably be in her early teens/tweens before they went so I can’t imagine she’d be doing the spinning tea cups. I also think they’d enjoy the water rides- log flumes etc. Florida is bloody hot as I imagine most people would already know, so the water is a relief, plus they seem like they’d wanna splash each other because that’s what young male friends do. 

Of course, they would be under no measure going on It’s a Small World. 

I can see Eric not being super fussed on the big rides?? So he’d probably give them a miss. I also feel like Saruhiko would also not be a big fan of the very fast rides- apart from anything else I feel like they’d probably make him feel sick so they’d form an unlikely alliance of The Pale Boys Sitting In The Shade Somewhere while the other clansmen lined up for the big roller coasters. 

Also I feel like Eric and probably pretty much everyone would take the piss out of Misaki for not being able to speak English as well as the others, so he has to rely on Saruhiko to order corn dogs for him.