#i hate sitting here w torn up old as hell clothing and no jacket or coat for winter!!!

[arcadequeerz]

I am so incredibly tired of everything anymore.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.66

Keith missed the turn off for the stairs upstairs. Locationally misplaced, he carried himself with aura of “anyone approaching could kindly piss off”. Lance didn’t come back. He didn’t come back and explain what the hell that had been. He didn’t get it and his hips hurt. Feeling annoyed because he’d been walking around the complex lost far too long now, he was torn between being relieved and running off when he heard his name being called by his brother.

Turning, Keith barely had time before Shiro was pulling him up against him. What the fuck?

“Oh, thank god. Thank god you’re okay”

Releasing him, Shiro cupped his face, staring down at him for a moment, before his brother was moving to hug him again

“I was so worried. Lance said he’d fucked up. He was crying his eyes out, Coran led him out and they didn’t come back. You scared me”

What did Lance have to cry about? He hadn’t even given them a chance to talk about his heat before he was dumping Keith in favour of the others

“I’m fine...”

“I was scared. You didn’t turn did you? Let me take a look at you?”

Breaking the hug, his brother took him by the shoulders, eyes widening

“What the fuck happened?!”

Lance had sucked small love bites across his skin, fed from him too at one point, but that was because Keith spurred him on

“It’s fine”

“It’s not fucking fine. Your neck looks like he mauled you. Keith, tell me, was he...”

“He was fine. It was consensual. I forced him to feed from me. Now back off. I’m not a kid”

“You were...”

He was helping his boyfriend through his heat. Lance was scared over it. Apologetic in the lulls between need. Soft and warm, he showered attention on Keith, praising him... plus Keith had found Lance apparently had a kink he’d been hiding

“If you finish that, I’m going to punch you in the dick. Now what the fuck did Lance say?”

“Nothing much... he walked into the meeting room, went straight up to Coran and started crying that he’d fucked up. Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t turn...?”

Shiro went to move his hand towards Keith’s mouth, Keith slapping it away

“I didn’t turn. I have no idea what the fuck he’s on about. He wouldn’t even talk to me about what happened. He sprouted some shit about loving and respecting me, then fucking took off”

The corner of Shiro’s left eye seemed to twitch, his brother grabbing him the hand, Keith jerked forward, being dragged along the corridor he’d just turned back from walking down

“Shiro!”

“We’re going to talk to him. He owes us both an explanation. Heat or not, he has no right to upset you”

“He owes me an explanation... not you”

“He scared the shit out of me”

“And he’s going through a lot!”

“He hurt you!”

“He didn’t mean too...”

“Words hurt too, Keith. Even if he was ashamed, he should have had the decency to talk to you”

Yeah... but Lance turned into a bigger idiot than him when he got embarrassed

“You’re going to make things worse”

“You’re my brother. I’m not letting this one go”

“Then at least slow down... my hips hurt”

Shiro stumbled to a stop, free hand going up to pinch his nose as he groaned at Keith’s mumbled confession

“I don’t think I want to... did you at least... tell me you used protection”

“Of course we did. I even had a condom stuck to my fucking leg in the shower”

It was gross. Tied off but all gross... it’d ended up pushed into the shower corner with his toes so he didn’t have acknowledged it

“I didn’t need to know that”

“He might have been in heat, but we were careful. So just... let me go, and walk slower, and when we find them don’t start yelling at him”

“I make no promises”

Coran wasn’t in his office, but Lance’s clothes were. Keith biting down an annoyed groan as he surmised Lance had turned into a bat

“Why’s his clothes here when he’s not?”

“He probably turned into a bat”

“So he should be with Coran still?”

“How should I know?”

“Can’t you smell him?”

Keith huffed

“I’m not a bloodhound. No. I can’t. No more than you can”

“Well they can’t be far”

“Coran probably headed to the conference room to look for us”

“Then let’s go already. I swear... turning into a bat...”

“He can’t help it”

“Well it’s past time he learned how to. He can’t weasel out a conversation by being cute”

Actually... Lance could. Sometimes all it took was a glance at his boyfriend and Keith was forgetting what he was saying

“Don’t call him cute. And don’t be weird. We don’t know what’s going on”

“Yeah, well, whatever it is I’m not impressed”

“It’s my relationship, not yours. So until we’ve found Coran, just back off. You’re making me nervous”

Nervous Shiro would take a swing at Lance when Keith was the one who deserved too... even if it now seemed like Lance had been really upset and he’d missed it

“I’m... this is frustrating. I don’t want to see you hurting”

“I know. But Lance is upset. Coran knows what’s going on, so until we know, back off”

“Right... okay. I’m not happy you fed him”

“He’s probably not happy about it either. He doesn’t like it when I offer my blood”

“Then why do it?”

“Because he’s my boyfriend. You know... when he’s upset... or hungry, I want to be there for him”

Shiro sighed

“You two are as bad each other. I want to know what’s going on”

“I’ll talk to you, but I need to talk to Coran first”

Shiro led him to the conference room. Letting them in, Lance was sitting on Curtis’s head, little clawed hands around Curtis’s horn

“Keith, my boy! I was worried you��d gotten lost again”

Coran didn’t have to say it like that

“Not lost, just talking with Shiro. Lance, you okay?”

Curtis raised his hands, lifting Lance off his head. Coran crying out

“Careful of his stomach! He’s... still tender”

Lance squeaked up a storm, Curtis smiling as he repositioned his hands to hold Lance under his arse rather than around the middle

“Wouldn’t you rather go to Keith?”

Squeaking, Lance flapped his wings as he tried to climb up Curtis’s arm. Matt snorting with laughter

“Whoops. Looks like there’s trouble in paradise”

Keith shot Matt a glare, honestly hurt over how Lance was acting

“I see. I’m going to need a moment with Keith and Lance alone. Please prepare the briefing from the beginning. Both Lance and Keith will need to be caught up on the last few days”

Coran carefully untangled Lance from Curtis’s jacket. Lance squeaking loudly in clear objection. Carrying Lance over, Coran cast him a look that Keith couldn’t quite figure out

“You best come with me”

Taken back to Coran’s office, Keith was glad to sit until his arse objected. How Lance liked bottoming, he wasn’t sure. Sitting in his chair, Coran stared down at Lance, before stroking the top of his head

“Now, my boy. You need a bit of an explanation. Lance was most distressed when he came to me. Very upset about leaving you, and very upset about another matter, which he’ll talk to you about himself. Firstly, I’m glad to see you up and around. You were both missed”

Times like these Coran needed a magical button that skipped all this “before conversation” and got right to the point

“Just tell me what’s going on with him”

“He’s very upset over how he acted during his heat. He’s also very hormonal right now, heats are designed for breeding. The intensity and the fact that another vampire triggered his heat have him sure you were hurt emotionally by it. He did say he didn’t know why you hadn’t broken up with him over it. He feels he betrayed your trust”

Keith groaned. That sounded like his idiot crumpet

“I know he couldn’t help it”

“Still. He cared for you very deeply. He’s in a state of shock right now. Oh dear... perhaps it is best I tell you. He came to me fearing that things might be over as he was worried about conception”

Lance shrieked loudly, flapping his wings so hard that Coran dropped him by accident. Without thinking, Keith scooped Lance up. The hunter’s heart racing at the thought

“Babe... is it true? You could have talked to me”

In his arms, Lance turned back, Keith finding himself holding his naked boyfriend as Lance started crying

“I’m sorry! I don’t know how it happened... there was... condom...”

If Lance was doubting they’d been as careful as they could be... No wonder he was crying

“Hey... we used condoms. I even had one stuck to my leg in the shower”

Lance shook his head, watery blue eyes looking up at him in guit

“It was torn! I’m sorry... I’m so sorry... I don’t want you to hate me... I’m scared... and I don’t... I don’t want you think I only want to be with you because something like this happened...”

Coran stepped closer, placing his hand on Lance’s shoulder

“He’s extremely emotional right now. As to be expected from an intense heat. I’m not doubting him, but it is possible that it was perhaps beneath him and stuck to him as you both slept. I do have a contraceptive I can administer, though it is designed for werewolves and he may experience some side effects. Oh dear... I did tell him I would allow him to tell you, but I hate to see you both hurting so much”

“I’m so sorry... I respect you so much and I don’t have anything I can give you... and I went into heat because of someone else... I feel like I cheated on you when you’re the only one I want!”

Keith was internally freaking out. He loved spending time with Lance. He loved talking with him. He loved his crap taste in music and old people references. He loved the way he loved his mami. The way he loved his friends with everything he had. It was different for Keith. He didn’t have the plumbing to fall pregnant thanks to an accident. He was pretty certain Coran was right. He’d have remembered if the condom broke and Lance probably would have noticed right away

“Oh, babe. You didn’t cheat on me. Hey. I get it. I’m scared too. But not because of this. I think we both would have noticed if it’d torn during... so if you’re so scared that you need to take that contraceptive then that’s okay. I respect you too. I wish you could have told me in your room”

“I went into heat... and I fed... I didn’t... you’re the most beautiful person and my heat was so intense. I respect you so much and I don’t know... I... can’t even look at myself”

Keith looked over Lance’s shoulder

“What kind of side effects are we talking about?”

“Because Lance is a vampire I can’t be sure. It will cause a miscarriage, simply put, inducing the shedding of lining of the womb. Headaches. Dizziness. Cramping. Nausea...”

That sounded like what Lance had gone through growing a womb in the first place

“Babe. If you want to take it, I won’t stop you”

“I don’t want things to change between us... are you sure... are you sure you didn’t notice?”

“I didn’t. I swear to you I didn’t. There were condoms on the bed... I really do think Coran is right. Coran, I know this probably sounds ridiculous, but is there any ways Lance could tell? Like... would he feel it? He said he felt hollow and grateful... does that make sense?”

Coran nodded

“I’d say that is a positive sign. Feeling hollow must refer to the use of protection despite how many times you mated. The rational part of him knew enough to know you’d used protection”

Lance hiccuped, needing a few attempts to rein in his breathing before asking

“You think I’m overreacting? I... it was... am I?”

“We can wait a few weeks my boy and go from there. I believe there is a very strong chance Keith took very good care of you during your heat. He’s very fond of you. He’s never shied away from giving his all for you”

Lance nodded his head, before laying it against Keith’s shoulder

“I... know. I... don’t want... to lose you...”

“I don’t want to lose you either. I’m pretty certain”

He would have freaked the fuck out the moment he’d noticed... though they might have gone at it like mad during sex, as the waves passed, he always made sure Lance was safe and as comfortable as he could be. He wasn’t ready for kids. He didn’t even know if he wanted kids at all. Sex with Lance was amazing... but he knew he had to be careful too. A torn condom would have gone unnoticed during the act, but not after... not with how much attention Lance’s arse had gotten. His heart was still racing as the adrenaline of a near miss lingered in his system

“Babe, I really don’t think it tore during. You know how much attention I paid to your arse”

Lance snorted wetly

“A lot... god... I feel drained... I...”

“You were terrified. I’m still kind of terrified, but it just means we need to be more careful next time. It was a lot and it was intense, but I’m not turned off you by it”

Lance made him feel good about himself. He praised him. He called his name, begged him for more, then peppered kisses to his lips as they together

“I bit you”

Yeah... he’d bitten him... but it wasn’t bad. It hurt, and the spot on his collarbone hurt because it seemed to be the one place that Lance was okay with drawing blood mid... well...

“I egged you on. I want to be there for you. I know it’s hard... I still... there’s a lot I’m still not ready to tell you... but I like us”

“I like us too... I really like us. I don’t ever want to make you feel pressured or just used. You’re worth more than that to me”

“Trust me, anyone but you and I would have killed them”

And if anyone tried going near his arse again, he just might. Rimming and eating were fine, but anything else... not so much. He couldn’t get over the discomfort, despite what his pleasure spot might be saying

“I’m sorry for freaking out...”

“It’s okay. Shiro’s mad, but he’ll get over it”

“I didn’t...”

“If you apologise again, I’m going to punch you”

“Please don’t... but you do deserve to. I should have been calmer”

“Babe, role reversal and I think I would have been crying on the bathroom floor”

“That’s reminds me... Coran... I... Keith won’t turn because of... my... um... stuff?”

Lance didn’t raise his head from Keith’s shoulder, Keith feeling a kind of possessive pride that he was being relied on so much

“No, my boy. Blood and an intent, or at least the blood”

“And I... he can’t...”

Coran gave a chuckle, Keith kind of wanted to punch him

“Get pregnant? No. He’s very much a human male”

“Okay... can you give us a moment? I need to get dressed”

“Certainly. I’ll give you two some privacy”

When Coran left, Keith drew Lance over to the examination bed. Sitting on the edge, he had no idea Coran had held Lance in a similar way

“I need you to be honest with me. Are you okay?”

“Other than...”

Lance stopped himself, shaking his head, then starting again

“Honestly... I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t calm down at all without you. Then it was like I had no off switch. You’re all I could think about. Holding you. Touching you. The way you touched me. I feel like I love you and I feel like it’s too soon for me to be saying that. I don’t want you feeling pressured... Then... then I started feeling useless. I can’t go back home. I’m not a practicing Law. Rieva says everyone’s in danger by Lotor being here. We keep going two steps forward, one step back. I’m not used to... I’m not used to having sex and showing off my body. I’m not used to seeing a body as sexual anymore. I get frustrated and then I get mad at myself. I feel like my body keeps getting in the way. When I smelt that vampire, their scent told me to submit. Submit because I’m nothing to someone like them. I felt that condom... I felt that cum run down my leg... I didn’t want you touch me because I didn’t want to freak you out. Coran wasn’t supposed to tell you... I was going to... I just... I just needed to process. It’s always me with an issue. I can’t help you back”

Keith kissed the top of Lance’s head

“When you don’t talk to me. I don’t feel like you want me or trust me. I feel like... like shaking you. I don’t want just the good. And you hating yourself I’m not okay with it. I’m not okay with you going hot and cold. It throws me off and I can’t balance. You can’t tell me you love me and then go to sleep, or leave. It doesn’t mean... I don’t know what it’s meant to feel like or how the fuck to take that”

“I get so repetitive. It’s always about me”

“Because you’re going through shit and I want to be there! I want to know these things! We got good at talking on the phone, so why can’t we just get it together now?”

“Because... maybe... I think... we’re scared? And don’t know what we’re doing?”

It wasn’t always about Lance all the time. Lance had done things to make him happy too. Kosmo. His camera. Lactose free milk. The coffee pods Keith liked. Listening to him when he needed to vent. Training with him. If this heat hadn’t happened, Lance would be helping with whatever the briefing was about. Keith got it. He catastrophised too. Too long without hearing form Lance or Shiro made him almost physically sick with worry that they’d died and no one had told him. Or that they were hurt. He always thought he was being left behind, but when Lance moved ahead of him, he’d hold out his hand for him to take

“I get paranoid. I get paranoid that I’m going to be left again. When my dad died, I was waiting for him. Now I get paranoid. I push the people I love away. I test them. I get jealous. I don’t want to be like this, but I do it anyway. My mum doesn’t want to know me. You push me away I think you don’t really want me”

Lance’s left hand found his, squeezing gently

“I’m sorry... I don’t know how to... I’m trying to hate myself less. I’m trying to... You are wanted. I won’t leave... not forever. It’s because... you make me feel like I’m alive, and then it hits me again that I’m dead. I’m not warm. I’m older than you. I should be cool and calm, but you... when I look at you, I want the good and the bad. I want you to be greedy. To yell at me. I don’t know how to love... I’ve only got these feelings. You... you have permission to call me out on all my shit. Help me change. I’m old Keith. I’m old and set in my ways. I didn’t... I denied myself everything. And kept myself constantly in check. Two friends. A cat. A house. A job. Mami. That was my world. Living in constant fear... You... I want more for you. You’re kind and you’re good. I should have told you. I was going to tell you. I didn’t know how not to freak you out”

“Then tell me. Always tell me so I understand”

“I’ll try... but can we... can we be patient? It took us weeks to realise maybe we liked each other. I think working out a relationship is going to take us much longer”

That was kind of true. Neither of them really knew much other than that they both wanted to be with each other

“Probably. I wish we weren’t this dumb”

Lance snorted

“Me too. Curtis would probably say were two halves of the same idiot”

Curtis did insist they were soulmates. Keith didn’t believe in soulmates, he wasn’t sure he believed in compatible quintessence and all that stuff either. He just knew he liked Lance

“I don’t know if that makes one person, or contagious?”

“With our friends, I feel like us being contagious is dangerous”

Keith kissed the top of Lance’s head again

“Probably. Fuck... I feel drained... no wonder you turned into a bat”

“I didn’t mean to... I... was so panicked”

“I know now... Man, it makes me want to blow off the briefing”

Lance nodded, letting out a small sniffle as he did

“Me too. I... god, Keith. I’m so tired... you must be exhausted. I feel so bad...”

“You don’t have to feel bad. You cannot control your heats. You didn’t go into heat because you wanted to. You didn’t intentionally go looking for someone to send you into heat. It scares me that you could have gone into heat in front of that bastard and anything could have happened”

“It scares me too... I don’t know if I’m more sensitive or if I’ve never come across a vampire with an ego that huge before, but... I would have killed anyone who tried to touch me... I don’t want to be touched by anyone but you”

Sitting there a few moments longer, they both held each other, needing the time to process. Just the thought of a new pregnancy mishap left Keith shaking. He felt like he’d let Lance down... while Lance felt like he’d let him down. They really needed an extra day alone to rest and recover. The only was Keith was able to keep up with it all was Lance’s scent. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, not that he’d messed around as a teen but he had seen movies. Teenagers were horny creatures from what he’d seen and remembered. Quietly Lance pulled away from him, Keith not quite ready to let go. Leaning in, he kissed Lance on the forehead

“We’ll work this out”

“I know... Coran’s right... I feel really hormonal right now... I want chocolate, cuddles with Blue and to ball my eyes out on the sofa watching a romance movie”

“What about me?”

“I want cuddles with you while we cuddle Blue... oh, and Kosmo. I want Kosmo too. I want you and our fur children...”

“I can’t give you that now, but after the briefing?”

Lance nodded

“That’d be really nice. Kind of like a date”

Keith kissed Lance’s forehead again

“Then it’s happening. Let me help you get dressed”

*is it a spoiler if I say now that Lance didn’t fall pregnant from the condom being torn?*

[lil-oowada]

+ ending

((Ok soooooo theres gonna be a couple cameos I apologize but this wouldn’t leave my head))

“KICHI!”

Bruno’s eyes popped open. Instead of being greeted by the absolute void of nothingness, or the fires of the actual place he expected to be, he was greeted by a black haired child sitting on his chest, black marker in hand. The kid wore a green dress… like a school uniform?

“Awww~ Mooooooom~” The kid drawled out in disappointment, inching the marker back closer to Bruno’s face. “Can I at least give him a monocle? This guy said it was fine! Right right right???”

He couldn’t speak. Honestly he hadn’t really spoken to nearly anyone in a year so he couldn’t trust that his voice wouldn’t be a croaky mess.

…Maybe he was in Hell. A hell where he’s forever forced to silently allow a child to draw on him. Meh, he’d take this over whatever the fuck the other Super High School Level Despairs could come up with. Suddenly he was very thankful he dipped out of the Enoshima’s little group when he did.

“No, Kichi!” The stern voice yelled once again. Suddenly the weight on his chest was lifted and the kid was pulled away by the scruff of their collar. “I told ya to leave him the fuck  alone, young man! He’s sick ‘n’ I don’t want ya gettin’ it too!”

Bruno gulped as he watched the new figure at the end of his bed place the boy in a dress down and hand him a bag. “'N’ quit callin’ me Mom, ya lil’ shit! I got the clothes ya asked for, so take yer shit ‘n’ go change. ”

“NYEHEHE! Why? You’re not my mooooom remember??” He giggled and ran off giddily into the other room anyway.

Bruno was really too stunned to react to anything. White jacket. Pink goggles. Black hair. Violet eye glaring down at him, the other hidden behind a black eye patch…

Crissy Oowada, Bruno’s high school sweet heart, and someone he had been told was torn apart by turrets on the steps of Hope’s Peak Academy, was standing at the edge of his bed.

“Bruno-san,” she stated. Her visible eye stared down at him. “Ya know who I am, yea?”

He flinched and looked down. Crissy didn’t address anyone formally, ever. He didn’t like that, but nonetheless he nodded his head. He was ashamed… He threw a party when he got the news she was dead. ‘Enoshima freed me so I didn’t have to do it myself~’ he once called out triumpantly. God, he hated what he became.

“Ya ain’t gotta talk. I’m fine filln’ ya in.” He was glad she had accepted the nod as an answer and watched as she circled around the bed to the chair Kichi must have set up there.

“You were being wreckless,” she stated, sitting down in the chair. “Left a fuckin’ trail a mile long, 'n’ if I didn’t have my contact in the Future Foundation, they woulda found ya 'n’ shot yer ass, no questions asked.”

He bit his tongue to interject. Bruno wasn’t stupid, he knew what he was doing. Not that he wanted to let her in on what he had been planning.

“Ya… ya done a lotta shit, Bruno-san,” she continued, running her hands through her long black hair. “Ya hurt a lotta people. Like so much that I can’t deny, I almost slit yer throat when I found ya.”

There was that brutal honesty he found so endearing. His mouth quirked up a little before it fell back down.

“W…why didn’t you?” Just as he feared, the words came out more as a croak then actual words. Thankfully she seemed to understand.

“'Cuz I care 'bout ya,” Crissy said, grabbing his hand. “A-at least I did… once. There’s no way I’m lettin’ ya get hurt that easily.”

He visibly shivered at her touch and squeezed back. It was warm. But this was wrong. He didn’t deserve this. If she grabbed him before the Future Foundation could, she’d be in trouble. From documentation he had dug up on the punishment of the man that dared to defy the Future Foundation and save Remnants of Despair… She would be as good as dead.

 "Kitten,“ he whispered softly. He knew she hated that old nickname, but couldn’t resist. “I don’t deserve this… I can’t-”

“Yer right,” she stated simply, a bit cold. She slid her hand away and stood up. “Ya don’t deserve my hospitality 'r whatever. Yer not like the others.Ya chose this. Ya chose to leave me 'n’ all yer friends behind to hurt people, fucking kill people! 'Cuz yer fuckin bored!” She stopped her ranting to pinch the bridge of her nose, as if trying to keep herself from yelling anymore.

He didn’t know why. He deserved every syllable and more.

“Ya can never undo the hurt ya caused us,” she muttered, reaching into a satchel the strap strung around the nearby hat rack. “But ya can help make things right.”

Bruno raised his eyebrows as Crissy dumped a laptop in front of him. “Wha-?”

“KICHI! Bring yer classmate!”

He just sat there confused for a moment. Kichi then returned, proudly dressed in a strange strsight jacket like white shirt and pants, but Bruno nearly stopped breathing as he saw him hand in hand with the 'classmate’ Crissy mentioned. He wore a uniform, similar to Kichi’s former clothes, but an ugly grey Monokuma helmet sat on his head.

“Bruno-san,” Crissy sighed. “I brought ya to a house in Towa City… I know ya can fix this,” she grabbed his shoulder. “Ya know what happens if ya break the controller? 'R if the link between the Monokumas and the kids ’re severed?”

Knew? Please. Once he was bored of hacking government servers and sending nukes to small villages, he had helped the little green haired shit write the actual code. Bruno had even coded it so that if someone didn’t take it off just right, the thing would implode on the poor little bastard inside. However he didn’t want to devulge all of that in fear of what Crissy would do to him and simply nodded. He knew that no matter how desperate she was, if he freely gave away that info, she’d make him suffer when this was all over.

“Then please…” She breathed shakily. “Set them free. I tried and I can’t…can’t keep doing this…” Even with Crissy’s Super High School Level Sabotuer talent, he could tell she hadn’t been able to save many. Kichi must have been one of the lucky ones.

He turned back to the laptop and opened it. It was old, honestly. A giant piece of shit, but it could work. Hell, he lauched a nuke with worse. His fingers danced on the keys, not answering her. Her eyes lit up with hope, as she watched him work silently. She didn’t say a word until Kichi groaned in the background, complaining of boredom and hunger.

Crissy relented and retired with Kichi to the kitchen to whip up food for the boys, leaving Bruno alone with the boy in the Monokuma helmet. He tried not to look up at the boy, at the empty eyes of the helmet. Tried to push down the guilt, and the small voice at the back of his head that whispered about how cool it would be if he just moved around some code to make all the children’s heads just explode when Crissy walked in.

Bruno just grit his teeth bared it until-

Chssshhhhh

The helmet thumped onto the ground, revealing dark purple hair and watering violet eyes to match.

Bruno sighed and slid the laptop away from him, keeping the temptation to add any harmful coding at bay.

“Kaito-chan!”

He turned to the door and found that Kichi had returned with bread rolls and soup, probably for him. However, it didn’t matter, since the boy immediately dropped the entire platter and raced to his friend. Bruno didn’t mind; he probably would have thrown it up anyway.

“Kichi! I know yer not throwin’ shi-” Crissy stomped angrily into the room, but deflated the instant she found Kichi hugging and crying the hugging the confused but newly freed child.

She turned to Bruno, who in turn simply leaned back against the headboard, and brushed his fingernails against his shirt as if it was no big deal, a bit of his forner cheekiness beginning to shine through his formerly sullen face. “All the kids should be coming around about now.”

Her visible eye filled with tears and she flung her arms around him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She sobbed hard, catching the hacker off guard. He had no clue what the hell to do in this situation… so he simply pat her head. “I- I can’t thank you enough, Prettyboy!”

He never realized how much he missed that name.

((Yaaah still can’t end things for shit haa sorry if this was ooc like i couldn’t write this from Crissy’s view honestly and kaito and ouma are like 13 here which i figured would be appropriate since a certain character looked a bit older for reference also as far as i know they never broke up so like yeah haha))