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topplemin · 8 months ago

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birthday 1 year apart

(happy birthday best boy teruki)

#happy birthday teru #mob psycho 100 #fanart #mob psycho fanart #mp100 fanart #mp100 #teruki hanazawa #teru hanazawa

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pierogish · 2 years ago

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☀️🌟⭐✨ happy birthday Teru! ✨⭐🌟☀️

#almost forgot about it had to do at least a little sketch #my little star prince #teruki hanazawa #happy birthday teru #mob psycho 100 #my art

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acekindaneat · 2 years ago

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HAPPY BDAY TERU !!!!!

bonus:

ritsu being a little sibling™ inspired by this

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theinternetisaweboflies · 2 years ago

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Gates to Heck Chapter 2

It’s a little on the short side, but I’m happy to be able to post Chapter 2 for Teru’s birthday.

This story is a follow-up to the omake "Teaching Mob Basketball > Anti-terrorism", in which Teru does a vigilante-justice speedrun so he can teach Mob how to dribble.

"Spirits and Such Consultation, this is the greatest psychic of the 21st Century, Reigen Arataka, speaking."

"Shishou-"

"Oh, Mob." Reigen dropped the voice. "I thought you were learning how to dribble today. What's the-"

"Shishou, I need your help."

"I already told you, I don't play the ball sports." Reigen heard a suppressed sound from the kitchenette. As if Serizawa had room to snort. The only sport he played was Wii Golf.

"It's Hanazawa-kun. He's- He's hurt."

"How badly hurt are we talking?" Reigen closed the lid of his laptop. "Do you need an ambulance?"

"I don't think so? He came to basketball practice, but then he fainted. I think his head is hurt, and also his arm, but it's not just the injuries. It's everything."

"Everything?"

Serizawa appeared in the kitchenette doorway, looking for all the world like a concerned housewife with his dishwashing gloves and furrowed brow.

"When I asked how he got hurt, he laughed so hard he passed out again. Well, I did ask if he was forming another gang, which may have been rude, now that I consider it. He wouldn't-

"Wait a second," said Reigen, waving a hand even though only Serizawa was there to see him. "Middle schools have gangs?"

"Yes," said Mob. "Hanazawa-kun was the urabanchou at Black Vinegar."

"Middle school gangs have shadow leaders?" When Reigen was fourteen, he was eating cup noodles and drawing Sailor Moon doujinshi like it was a full-time job.

"Yes, but- but that doesn't matter, Shishou. He's acting tired, like he did before, and he's gotten thin again. He must weigh less than…" Mob gave a small grunt. "50 kilograms."

"Did- Did you just pick him up?"

"Well, that's how much I can lift in my club." Mob's voice had the barest hint of defensiveness.

"Really? Wow."

"Just the deadlift."

"I know what that means," said Reigen. He started playing with a stress toy on his desk. Mob's friend, Kurata-chan, had gotten it for him last month, no doubt as some sort of joke, but squeezing the little alien until its eyes popped was strangely satisfying.

If Hanazawa had lost that much weight, it must have been more than a schoolyard fight. It had to be a chronic issue, like bullying, or even abuse.

Reigen swallowed hard. "His parents still overseas?"

"Yes," said Mob. "They have been since he was nine. He doesn't have anyone to take care of him." The kid was never what you would call expressive, but there was a note in his voice that Reigen could only describe as panic. "Shishou, I think he has a concussion, and I don't know what to do."

Reigen was already patting his pockets: wallets, keys, business cards, salt. "Right. I'll be there as soon as I can swing by a pharmacy."

"He doesn't need first aid supplies," said Mob, his voice going strangely grave.

"Okay?"

"Oh, actually, he's running low on cooling patches. I think he has a Failure Fever too."

"Failure… fever?" Reigen grabbed some cooling patches from the office first aid kit and waved a quick goodbye to Serizawa, whose forehead was more furrowed than ever. Reigen had to resist the sudden impulse to smooth it down with his thumb.

"Hanazawa-kun gets a fever whenever he loses something."

Reigen hailed the first cab he saw. "Let me get this straight. You're telling me he has a psychosomatic reaction to losing fights? With middle school gangs?"

He fumbled with his wallet for the paper containing Hanazawa's address, which he'd kept tucked away ever since their final confrontation with Claw.

"No, I think it was mostly with Claw."

For a moment, Reigen thought he had misheard, somehow conflating Mob's words with his own thoughts.

"Claw- They- Mob, do you mean they went after him before they took Otouto-kun?"

"He was nine the first time they went after him," said Mob.

Reigen kept moving on autopilot, sliding into the cab's backseat and shoving the paper into the driver's hands. He didn't bother to cover the mouthpiece when he said, "Sorry, sick kid."

The driver nodded, tapping a Polaroid taped to the dash. The cab pulled into traffic and Reigen returned to his conversation with Mob.

"The same age he was when his parents left?" he asked, because that was easier than thinking about psychic terrorists targeting a literal child for five years.

Mob made a noise of assent. "He said it was safer that way."

"…Safer?"

"I didn't understand at first either, but I think he meant safer for them."

Reigen did cover the mouthpiece this time. At least the cab driver didn't seem to mind all the swearing.

#teruki hanzawa #happy birthday teru #mp100 #mp100 fanfic #mob psycho 100 fanfiction #terumob #reigen is a good dad #reigen arataka #can't you just imagine reigen practicing the whole #tsuki ni kawatte oshioki yo #thing in front of a mirror

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esperr · 2 years ago

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