#his a.ss!! does not know!!

[savrr]

[that-was-anticlimactic]

Ouu okay okay how about kunikida + another character of your choosing and "Where exactly do you think you're going?"

i spun a bsd character wheel, and it landed on tachihara!

Tachihara quietly closes the door to Jun's door behind him and lets out of a soft breath of relief.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?"

He freezes, then slowly turns around to see Kunikida with his arms crossed.

Da.mn, of all the people to catch him, it just had to be the one with a major stick up his a.ss, huh?

"Hey, man," he says, slowly raising his hands. "I was just, uh, dropping something off."

"This early?" Kunikida raises a brow.

"Yup." He pops his 'p'. "I'm an early riser. So, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way--"

Just as Tachihara is about to book it, he sees Kunikida's eyes land on his neck. His very bruised neck. His neck that is covered in bite marks and hand prints that he plans to cover up when he gets back to his place.

"If you think that's bad, you should see the other guy," he blurts out.

Kunikid's eyes widen, and Tachihara thinks now would be a good time to pass out or, perhaps, keel over a die.

"Sh.it."

"Sh.it indeed."

"Look, dude, we really don't need to get into this, okay? It's perfectly natural for enemies to hook up every once in awhile. The whole fighting this is sexy sometimes! Sue me!"

Kunikida does not seem impressed.

"Gah, look. Just... please don't tell anyone, okay? He isn't ready to be out yet and he's terrified of disappointing you so--"

"Tachihara-kun."

His mouth snaps shut.

"I'm not..." Kunikida drags a hand down his face. "I'm not disappointed. Just surprised and... just don't let it get in the way of work and for the love of God, please make sure Kenji-kun and Kyouka-kun don't walk into... anything."

Oh thank GOD.

"That won't happen, trust me. We usually do it at my place but Naomi-chan is away for the week, which you obviously know, and there's something kinda hot about sneaking around here."

Kunikida wrinkles his nose.

"I don't want to... whatever. Does Naomi-chan know?"

"Heh, no. Not yet, anyways."

Kunikida nods. "That's probably for the best. She's really smart, though. Dazai trained her for a bit, and Ranpo has taken her under his wing. It won't be a secret for long."

"Yeah, we kinda figured." He scratches the back of his neck. God, this is awkward.

The silence starts to get to him, and, because Tachihara has no impulse control, apparently, he snorts and says: "What you aren't going to threaten to kill me or anything?"

A slow grin starts slinking up Kunikida's face. "I don't see the point in wasting my time when I know that Naomi-chan will threaten you in a most effective manner."

Kunikida clears his throat before Tachihara can properly process the threat and adjusts his collar (but not before Tachihara sees a patch of yellow and purple...) and bows. "I trust you can see yourself out."

"Yes, sir, I can!"

He's not about to refuse the out Kunikida so graciously gave him, so he shoots Kunikida with finger guns and bolts down the hall calling, "Seeya!"

[aphomic]

/ A slideshow of D.oppo official card a.rts that I'm thinking about and my summarized opinions on them; (part 1)

Pray for him, he needs it.

BRO LOOKS LIKE HE'S PROPOSING?? why is he kneeling down here? god knows

Literally soggy wet salary man-

Interesting-

BABYGIRL POSE (as how l.ynnypoo said) & also wholesome?? he looks happy actually

HIS A.SS!!! DOES N OT KNOW HOW TO PLAY POOL!!

This one is literally called 'This is what I live for' Is he ok?? is he about to lose it??/j

[sweetmarzipan]

open to: m/f/nb plot: kota got his a.ss whooped ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

kota's cheek is starting to turn purple by the time he finds a place to sit down, his eye throbbing and the taste of iron still prevalent on his tongue. everything in his form aches but his fist clenches crumpled bills like it's the biggest prize he's ever won. 

 he doesn't even know why they tried to rob him— it isn't like he has anything, or even looks like he does. what he managed to save from swinging fists and grasping fingers might be enough to feed himself a meal tomorrow and enough fare for the bus. that’s a win as far as he’s concerned.

slumping beneath a small tree, fingers press at tender skin only to recoil, hissing through clenched teeth. he needs to clean himself up but his legs are weighed with iron, almost quivering with exertion from all the running he had just done. for now he leans back, eyes falling shut and breathing starting to settle.