#i know what happens and i sure as hell knows that hatori still hangs out with Akito

[jojiship]

The ending of Fruits Basket doesn't sit with me and I know why: tha lack of consequences of Akito's actions. The fact that she gets to walk away scot free despite kidnapping, multiple attempts of murder and child abuse is jarring to me, especially since Akitos abuse is portrayed as something harmful and to be taken seriously. None of the Zodiacs popping off on akito doesn't sit well either and it feels like Rin is alone in her feelings even though she really isnt, not to Haru or us at least.

Anon, you literally have every gripe that I have with the ending of Fruits Basket. I love Fruits Basket and some aspects of the ending I did enjoy, but there were a lot of things that made me scream. Akito's storyline is one of them. For a story that focuses so much on abused victims and how they coped with it, Akito's ending is a slap to the face for every character. Now, people will always say that Akito is also a victim of abuse, but that simply explains her actions. It doesn't excuse them at all. If it excuses her actions, we should all go and excuse every abuser in the world. Because most abusers have been victims of abuse as well. Akito should have dealt with the consequences of her actions, but she never did. You can definitely say that Fruits Basket failed at conveying the message that it was trying to convey from the beginning. The saddest thing about is that most of the fandom doesn't care. It's a little concerning that you can give a character a sad backstory and all is forgiven by the fandom.

The fact that the Zodiacs aren't shown to be mad pisses me off. The fact that Rin is the only one to not forgive Akito is just appalling. What about Kisa, a twelve-year-old, who Akito beat so much that she had been sent to the hospital? How about Yuki who Akito isolated and abused for years? How about Kureno who Akito isolated, used him as a toy and stabbed him? How about Hatori who she blinded in one eye? Why can't all of these characters be mad at her. was also tired and disappointed by Tohru's involvement in all of this. The fact that she could be friends with the person who hurt so many loved ones makes me think of her character as well (This reminds me to remove her from my top 25 characters in all anime). It even ruins her character. I don't think Akito should have gone to jail, but it would have been nice if she was held accountable for her actions rather than being given a slap on the wrist.

[kyosohmastan]

Can I request a kyoru angst fic involving a miscarriage? Maybe before hajime is born?

I fell into a pit of despair just by that question, anon. How dare you make me go through the torture of writing this. ;-; Regardless, I hope you enjoy it.

Title (I should probably give all my fics titles even though I sometimes don’t 🙃): Soon You’ll Get Better back to t swift titles

Rating: T

Words: 1,424

TW: Miscarriage

I arrived at the hospital less than an hour after calling Hatori-san. I had complained about stomach pain, and he told me to come straight away. I was two months into my pregnancy, so I thought that stomach pain might be normal. I’d had nausea before after all. But I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to have stabbing pain in my stomach.

Unable to stand the pain anymore and concerned for my baby, I called Hatori-san and there I was.

He entered the room after gathering results from the test. He didn’t seem optimistic. But it was normal for him to not show much emotion. Maybe that’s all it was.

“I have the results,” he said, not meeting my gaze.

I was waiting on the edge of my seat, or rather, the edge of the examination bed. “Y-yes?”

He pulled an office chair over next to the bed and sat. “There’s no signs of life. It doesn’t have a heartbeat. I’m sorry...”

He continued on, but I didn’t hear it. I was stuck on the meat of that. My baby was dead. 

I turned away, staring at the empty white wall. “No. That..that can’t be true. The test is wrong.”

“It’s not,” he frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

Hatori-san had no reason to lie. But that’s something so horrific that I immediately wanted to reject the idea. Although, it was true. I didn’t notice I was crying until I touched my cheek and felt the tears. I bit my lip, holding in sobs in a futile attempt. “I need to call Kyo-kun,” I said. Of course, I didn’t want to tell him, He would be heartbroken. Maybe even more so than I am.

“I can do it for you.”

“No,” I whisper. “He should hear it from me.”

He nodded. “I don’t think you heard me the first time. It will take a week for the fetus to pass through. You’ll see bleeding until then. Call me if you need anything. You’re free to leave whenever.”

I had to go through the process of watching the aftermath of my baby’s death for about a week. That sounded close to hell.

I noded as a reply, and Hatori-san left. The moment he did, I finally let out a sob. I shouldn’t have called Kyo-kun like that, but I needed him there. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone. He had a class, and I had to push aside the thought that I was interrupting it. This was an emergency. He told me to call whenever there was an emergency.

That’s why when he picked up, he sounded panicked. “What’s wrong?”

I took in a breath to pull myself together but it didn't work. I made a strangled cry. “I’m at the hospital. I lost the baby.”

There was silence on his end. He must have been having the same reaction as me. It hurt to think of him that way, as distraught as I was. “I’ll be there in five. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“Please,” I said. Please don’t leave me alone.

“Okay. Just hang on.” His voice became distant as he continued, “I have an emergency, so I have to leave. We’ll end class early today.”

I clutched the phone in a death grip. I didn’t want to face him after this. But I also didn’t want anyone else with me. I didn’t want to be alone either. Above all else, I needed him.

“I’m leaving now. Thank God the hospital is within walking distance. You still with me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, crying so much I couldn’t be deciphered.

“It’s okay. Don’t cry. It’s okay. I just got to the parking lot.”

It wasn’t okay and by the falter in his voice, he had to know that. “You don’t have to stay with me then. I’ll see you in a moment.”

“I’ll be there soon,” he said before the line went dead. No more than a minute later, he was in the doorway, his eyes lined with red. I couldn’t even tell he was crying over the phone.

I sobbed harder when I saw him, clutching my arms around my middle. I hung my head, my falling tears falling to my knees.

“Tohru,” he said gently, approaching me slowly as if facing a wounded animal. I was jerked forward before I had time to lift my head. He had me in his embrace. His hand rested on my back while the other was in my hair. 

My head landed over his shoulder and rested there. I gradually enveloped his neck with my arms, crying onto the rough fabric of his uniform. “What did I do wrong?” My crying was getting louder, and I didn’t care anymore.

“Nothing,” he whispered, choking on the word. The sound was breaking me, which I thought further proved that it was my fault. It was my fault that he was feeling that way. 

“Yes, I did something. I must have ate something I shouldn’t have or bumped into something. It was my responsibility to take care of it and...I failed.” I couldn’t breathe. I pulled back and cried with each breath I tried to pull in. “It’s dead. The poor thing…” It seemed so soon, but I’d already grown attached to the baby. I had been preparing to see it one day, to cherish and love it. That was taken away from me and, worst of all, it never got to live and never will.

I force myself to look to Kyo-kun. He no longer looked strong like he normally tries to. His cheeks were covered in tears and his lip quivered as he took in a breath. He shook his head quickly. “It can’t be your fault. These things...they just happen.”

“Then why us?” I grasped onto the collar of his robe and pulled him in closer. “It shouldn’t happen to anyone, but why us when everything has been going so great?” 

He took my face in his hands and wiped away my tears with a forceful flick of his thumbs. “I know. I hate this. This is...it’s fucked up. But I need you to know that you’re not to blame for it. I’ve watched you these past months, and I never saw you mess up. You’ve been so responsible. You did nothing to hurt the baby, and you didn’t let me down. We’ve just run into some bad luck. That’s all.” He held onto the back of my neck and kissed me, probably in an attempt to calm me. It worked just a little. Just having him there helped.

“I hope you’re right. It doesn’t change the fact that I just lost a part of my heart.”

He pulled me off of the bed and took me in his arms again. “I did too. But you know what?”

I lifted my head and came face first with his auburn eyes. “We’ve both been through devastating times before and came out of them strong. We can get through this too. I don’t want to live while letting trauma bring me down anymore, and I definitely don’t want you doing that either. We just need a little bit of time.”

I sniffled, my ability to breathe coming back a little. He was right. He’s really grown so much. “Okay, I agree,” I mumbled.

“And we can always try again.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, and my head fell into his palm.

“What if this is because I just can’t have kids?” I said, the thought just occurring to me. “I don’t want to go through this again.”

“We don’t know that and Hatori didn’t tell you that right? I think it’s worth trying again. We have to.” He smiled, and it was sad yet hopeful. “I can’t picture you not being a mother, Tohru. I have to give that to you no matter what.”

I wish I could’ve brought myself to smile back. It was too soon. But the thought left me hopeful too. “I want to keep trying.” I hugged him again, finally fully relaxing at last. “I want to try with you. I also have to give that to you.”

He buried his face into my shoulder. “You’ve already given me enough by just giving me you.” He continued on before I had time to cry again not out of my despair, but because of that sentence. I’m so loved. I’m so fortunate. I kept him there as he whispered, “Let’s go home.”

[recentanimenews]

Fruits Basket – 13 – Yuki-kun, Adult Version

I always get antsy whenever Tooru’s hanging with Yuki in his garden, wondering what new devilry will come afoul of them. In this case, it’s a snake, but it’s okay, that snake is Souma Ayame, The Snake of the Zodiac. Being cold-blooded, he doesn’t do well when it’s cold, but you still have to wonder if he just used that as an excuse to hide inside Tooru’s shirt dress.

Ayame, who is actually Yuki’s ten-years-older brother he never once mentioned, is quite forward and ebullient, ordering Tooru to serve him lunch, then taking her out for gyoza when she doesn’t respond (due to Yuki telling him to check his rudeness). Turns out Ayame didn’t come to meet Tooru. He heard that Yuki interacted with Akito at school, and was checking in on him, knowing the terror he feels around Akito is on a whole other level as the other Soumas.

When he talks about how hard it’s been to reconcile his younger self (who was less interested in connecting with his baby bro) with his older self (who wants to repent for that younger Ayame) Tooru naturally parrots her mother’s advice about parents not knowing how to be parents…until they’re parents. But also the importants of remembering what it was like to be a child, such that as an adult one can empathize with the next generation.

Ayame is impressed with Tooru’s wisdom, and while Tooru doesn’t take credit, she definitely deserves it simply for absorbing every last iota of her mother’s wisdom (not something most kids do) and being able to so effortlessly apply it to others in order to sooth their troubles.

But as much as she might want Yuki and Ayame to close the yawning rift between them, it just doesn’t happen this time around. Part of that is Ayame is usually an unapologetic cad, and has been one since school when he was classmates with Shigure and Hatori.

He’s also possessed of a particularly silver tongue; whenever he broke the rules, either by growing his hair out or getting caught in a pleasure district, he could talk his way out of it with colorful oratory that would either inspire or annoy his foes into submission.

As Ayame and Shigure reminisce—and Yuki and Kyou sit there and stew—once gets the sense that all his bravado and good cheer on the surface is hiding that deep-seated regret for not being there when his little bro needed him most. Even if he was beholden to Akito like everyone else in the clan, shouldn’t he have put everything on the line to save Yuki…even exile or worse?

He didn’t, and that, much more than his salacious past and forwardness with Tooru, probably keeps that rift between the brothers as wide as it is. In the end, Shigure was more of a big brother to him than Ayame, since he at least got Yuki out of that hell.

Luckily for Yuki, Haruhatsu learns that Ayame is hanging around Yuki, and he informs the only one who Ayame listens to (since he’s always loved and admired the guy): Hatori, who shows up to collect Ayame, ending his reign of terror at Casa Shigure. Later at school Yuki makes sure to thank Hatsu.

And yet, just because a rift will never close doesn’t mean it can’t narrow a little. Yuki learning about Ayame’s devotion to Hatori does that somewhat, which Tooru takes as a sign they’re not an entirely hopeless cause.

By: magicalchurlsukui

[suicidesquadgirl13]

Day 3: Summer/Travel

Whoo!!! Made it to day three, I nearly forgot to post this today. @regifa and @trifiesta I hope you guys enjoy the story.

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Yokozawa was honestly surprised when Takano came up to him in the break room at work and said, “Hey did you book the hotel for this year already or not?”

“Eh? What are you talking about?” Yokozawa asked sipping his drink.

Takano gave him a look. “Seriously? Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Forgot what?” Yokozawa asked.

At that Takano’s eyes narrowed as he was starting to get annoyed. “Our summer tradition.”

“Our…oh…oh!” the realization came slowly to Yokozawa as he stared at his best friend.

Takano and Yokozawa had a yearly tradition of taking two weeks off together in the summer for two reasons. Yokozawa and Takano were secretly comic book nerds and metal heads, and Comiket (The Japanese equivalent of San Diego comic con) alone with Warped Tour came to Japan around the same time in a two-week span. For the past seven years, the pair synced up their schedule and took two weeks of together to attend both events along with the parties each venue host. At the end of those two weeks, both Takano and Yokozawa would have raging hangovers and sore bodies but it was worth it.

“I…I didn’t think we were doing it this year,” Yokozawa answered honestly.

Takano looked at him incredulously before realizing why Yokozawa said that. “Oh.”

“Yeah, but I’m still willing to go if you are,” Yokozawa said quickly.

“Yeah, I mean I already bought the passes and I spent 87,000 yen on them,” Takano said.

“You spent 87,000 yen on passes!?” Yokozawa exclaimed.

Takano then grinned “I may or may not have gotten the VIP ones.”

“Oh! We are definitely going,” Yokozawa said, “I’ll book the hotel today, and I need to plan my cos-play…”

“I thought this year we were doing pairs,” Takano said, “You promised last year.”

“Right…” Yokozawa said, “Just make sure it’s nothing embarrassing.”

“Dully noted,” Takano responded walking away.

-

‘I’m not jealous,’ Kirishima thought in his head as he stalked Yokozawa’s social media account that he had gotten from Hatori of all people. ‘He can do what he wants…he’s an adult...’

“Kirishima-san, I’m done with my proposal,” One of his editors said, “I’m heading to sales.”

“I can take it,” Kirishima said quickly “I was heading there anyway.”

Kirishima took the proposal and head to the sales department only to find Yokozawa’s chair empty.

“Ah, sorry Kirishima-san, Yokozawa’s not here,” Henmi said to him. “He won’t be back for two weeks.”

“I see, is it some sort of sales thing?” Kirishima asked hoping Henmi would abate his jealousy.

“No, Yokozawa-san and Takano-san always take a two-week vacation together but nobody knows what they’re doing,” Henmi shrugged “But Yokozawa-san left the name of the hotel he’s staying at with me in case of an emergency.”

Kirishima was seeing red but he kept himself composed until he got off work and was constantly dialing Yokozawa’s cell only to get sent straight to voicemail.

‘He wouldn’t cheat on me…right?’ Kirishima thought to himself ‘But what if Takano wants him back, what if the whole point of this trip is them getting back together…No, pull yourself together man! This is Yokozawa were taking about!’

Just as Kirishima calm his paranoia down, he got a notification from the social media site Yokozawa was on. If Kirishima was jealous before, he was green with envy as seeing the photo. It was of Yokozawa and Takano in their cosplay at a video game bar, and the caption said, ‘Partying with the greatest boyfriend in the world # Comiket2017 #Afterparty.’ To make it worse, it came from Takano’s account, that was the last straw for Kirishima. He went home temporarily sent Hiyo off to her grandparents’ house before packing a duffel bag of clothes and making the two-hour drive to where Yokozawa was staying before he hastily books a room. Kirishima threw his duffel bag on the bed before checking social media again to figure out where Yokozawa was, in the two hours he had taken to drive there Yokozawa had updated his status claiming he need to change out of his cos-play attire and Takano had posted a picture five minutes ago of Yokozawa in a video game theme t-shirt with the caption ‘He’s back!’

Kirishima decided to head to that bar, he didn’t have much trouble finding it seeing the cos-players come and go. He entered before looking around for his lover, he spotted Yokozawa at the bar carry two drinks in his hand. Kirishima then stopped for a moment seeing the content smile on his face, he’d never seen that kind of smile on Yokozawa before, he then considered what he was doing there, maybe the paranoia got the best of him. Just as Kirishima was about to turn around and leave he spotted where Yokozawa had walked to. It was a booth with four other people, two girls, and two boys, Yokozawa had just set the drinks down before Takano pulled him onto his lap and said, “There you are my sweet darling.”

Kirishima didn’t even think about what he did next, he stormed over to them punch Takano square in the jaw before grabbing a hold of Yokozawa’s upper arm and dragging him with him down the street ignoring the sounds of protest Yokozawa was making. When Kirishima finally stopped to catch his breath, he noticed they we’re in a deserted park, before he could get his thought process together Yokozawa shoved him harshly before giving him a well-deserved tongue lashing.

“What the hell Kirishima!? What the hell was that back there!? Why are you even here!? How the hell did you find me!?” Yokozawa ranted at him with no sign of stopping “Have you lost your fucking mind!? Why the hell did you punch Masamune!? Just…. what the hell! You better have a damn good explanation for this! I’m at my wits end with your bullshit right now! And- “

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Takano we’re back together?” Kirishima blurted out.

Yokozawa stared at Kirishima like he’d grown two heads. “What!?”

“I know you and Takano got back together, I’m asking why didn’t you tell me,” Kirishima said.

“Y-you have actually lost your mind,” Yokozawa said pinching the bridge of his nose “I might not believe in any deity but I'm praying for restraint right now. Why do you think that Masamune and I are together?”

“He called you his boyfriend,” Kirishima said before pulling out his phone a shoving the picture Takano had posted of them together on social media as if it was definitive proof.

Yokozawa took one look at the photo before inhaling through his nose again. “I’m going to kill him…He’s joking with the caption.”

“Then why did he call you ‘His sweet darling’ back at the bar,” Kirishima asked still not totally convinced.

“He was making a joke since someone made the statement that we acted like an old married couple,” Yokozawa said giving Kirishima a look.

Now that Kirishima thought about it, his paranoia got the best of him and he had probably over reacted back there. Kirishima then took in Yokozawa pissed off expression before he realized he was in deep shit.

“Oh…oops…” Kirishima said.

“Is that all you really have to say to me right now?” Yokozawa growled.

“I’m sorry…it’s just…” Kirishima then lets out all the insecurities he had been feeling ever since Yokozawa when on vacation without him, how hurt he had been, how paranoid he was, and of course how jealous he had been.

Yokozawa listened quietly before sighing. “I’m sorry too. These trips I take with Masamune are…sort of our tradition as friends. And with everything that’s happened, I was glad to hang out with my best friend again with any lingering emotions, and completely disregarded your feelings.”

Kirishima blinked at him, Yokozawa was rarely ever this direct with him, and he wasn’t finished yet.

“But, I need you trust me when I say I don’t have romantic feelings for him anymore…I love you and only you. As much as you drive me crazy, so don’t be a paranoid idiot, ok!?” Yokozawa snapped at the end blushing furiously.

Kirishima stared at him blankly before grabbing him and kissing him. Yokozawa resisted at first but melted into it slowly.

“D-don’t think…you’re not in trouble…” Yokozawa said looking away still blushing “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know, but all I want to do right now is make love to you,” Kirishima said grinning as he saw Yokozawa blush darken.

“Y-you…really are an idiot!” Yokozawa exclaimed.

“Not an idiot,” Kirishima said “Just a stupid fool in love with you.”

-

(The next day)

“I can’t believe your boyfriend punched me,” Takano said inspecting his jaw in the mirror.

“That’s what you get for posting that caption,” Yokozawa said trying not to aggravate his sore back and hips.

Takano looked over to his friend suspiciously. “You two had makeup sex, didn’t you?”

“Fuck off Masamune!” Yokozawa snapped at his friend who just grinned at him.

[suicidesquadgirl13]

Day 1: Firsts/New

Hi everyone, I’m participating in Trifiesta this year and for the first day I decided to write some that’s somewhat connected to my other Trifecta story (Here) you don’t have to read it but it provides a clearer understanding. And @regifa does quick reviews about the story, so check them out. Thanks @trifiesta for the prompts. Enjoy!

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It was a normal Tuesday morning in the trifecta household…or was normal. Yokozawa Takafumi was currently coughing and hacking his lungs out as he had choked on his coffee. Kirishima Zen was giving his lover a deadpanned look at his reaction.

“Oh, come on, your over reacting,” Kirishima said sipping his own coffee waiting for his pattern to recover.

Yokozawa who had finally regained composure said, “I don’t think I heard you right because it sounds like you were asking me to take you with me…”

“To go Angel hunting,” Kirishima said watching as Yokozawa expression twisted into confusion.

“Why?” Yokozawa asked. “It’s nothing exciting, besides it’s too dangerous for…” Yokozawa cut himself off knowing that if he finished that sentence an argument was bound to happen. Kirishima caught on anyway and said, “It’s because I’m human, isn’t it?”

Yokozawa sighed to himself, he had admitted to both Hiyori and Kirishima that he was a witch months ago. And after three near-death experiences, he vowed to himself he’d never put them in harm’s way, even making his patron, Madama Butterfly, promise to protect if anything happens to him. Of course, he was a little reluctant to take his lover with him while he’s doing his job.

“I don’t want you in harm’s way,” Yokozawa replied, “Angel Hunting is no picnic…”

“Ok, compromise,” Kirishima said “Mino is usual taking notes while you fight, right? So, I’ll just hang around him and watch you fight.”

Yokozawa knew he was right, and Mino could defend Kirishima if push comes to shove. Yokozawa was about to answer Kirishima when he noticed Kirishima was staring behind him.

“Um…not to alarm you but…I think your patron wants to weigh in,” Kirishima gestured to the shadow overtaking a wall behind Yokozawa.

Yokozawa turned his head slightly. “Yes, Madama?”

“Take him with you,” She said.

“You can’t be serious,” Yokozawa replied. “You know how I feel.”

“Take him with you,” Madama said again more insistent this time.

“Are you trying to prove something to me?” Yokozawa asked.

“He’s trying to understand your true nature, but your fear of him getting hurt is preventing growth for the both of you,” Madama said her wings extending.

Yokozawa was glad that only he could hear Madama because he sure as hell didn’t want Kirishima to be listening to any of this. He sighed and nodded his understanding and Madama stopped overtaking the wall, Yokozawa looked over to Kirishima. “Ok, you can come with me tomorrow night, however, I need to talk to Mino about safety precautions.”

“It’s a date,” Kirishima smirked as Yokozawa pinched the bridge of his nose.

“God you're insufferable,” He mumbled.

-

“You need what?” Asahina blinked looking up from his computer.

“A pair of glasses that can see into purgatory,” Yokozawa repeated.

“Is there something wrong with your vision?” Asahina asked, “If so you need to see Hatori.”

“They’re not for me,” Yokozawa said bluntly.

Asahina raised an eyebrow before looking around. “Let’s talk somewhere more private.”

“My thought’s exactly,” Yokozawa replied as they stepped out of the office.

Asahina then snapped his fingers, his and Isaka shared symbol appeared on the door before the pair walking into the office once again to find it had changed it to a blacksmith shop. Asahina then turned to Yokozawa again. “Explain.”

“Kirishima is coming with me for Angel hunting,” Yokozawa sighed “And I agreed.”

“What? Really?” Asahina said surprised.

“Yes, now please, do you have any glasses?” Yokozawa asked impatiently.

Asahina clicked his tongue. “I should…” he then looked through a couple of boxes before handing Yokozawa a pair of black spectacles “These should work fine, but I need them back in one piece. If you’d like I can make a custom made one for Kirishima.”

“Please, I don’t know if this will become a regular occurrence.” Yokozawa replied receive a text from Mino “That’s Mino, oh, that reminds me…”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it here,” Asahina said with a slight smirk, “I think this is my favorite project.”

“Watch it,” Yokozawa said giving Asahina a look.

Asahina handed Yokozawa a black box. “Don’t worry it has everything.”

“Thank you,” Yokozawa said before his phone started buzzing again “I’ve got to go.”

“Have fun,” Asahina teased.

Yokozawa gave Asahina a sharp glare before leaving.

-

“…Is this really necessary?” Kirishima asked looking down at the glasses Yokozawa placed in front of him. Yokozawa raised an eyebrow at the statement, watching as Kirishima grimaced at the glasses.

“Kirishima, I’ll be in purgatory the entire time,” Yokozawa deadpanned “You won’t be able to see me without them.”

“And what’s with the rosemary and pomegranate perfume,” Kirishima asked sniffing the concoction.

“The rosemary is to protect you from angels,” Yokozawa said, “And the pomegranate protects from demons.”

“Why the pomegranate?” Kirishima asked becoming more irritating by the second.

“Just wear it,” Yokozawa sighed “Or you can’t come with me.”

Kirishima then sprayed himself with perfume so much to the point Yokozawa was coughing.

“Fuck, it’s not axe fucking body spray,” Yokozawa said looking over to Kirishima “What’s gotten into you?”

Kirishima didn’t answer him but stared for a moment before saying “Look, Yokozawa, I have a confession to make.”

“Kirishima, I swear to fucking Satan that if you don’t want to go, Angel Hunting,” Yokozawa said through gritted teeth.

“No, nothing like that,” Kirishima said “I’m just…a little nervous…”

Yokozawa blinked, was he going insane. “Huh?”

“I’m nervous,” Kirishima repeated with a sigh “Look, Yokozawa. A lot of this is still new to me, that fact that you’re basically a superhero…”

“I’m not a superhero, more like an anti-hero,” Yokozawa mumbled.

“And…I just me…” Kirishima confessed, “I’m not anything special, I’m just another human you took a liking to.”

Yokozawa stared blankly at Kirishima trying to process what he just heard. He could start to feel Madama bugging him, so he sighed before handing Kirishima the black box he got from Asahina earlier. “This is for you…I was going to give it to you after we went hunting but…now seems like an appropriate time.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the gift before carefully opening it to reveal a jade bracelet. “Is a bracelet?”

“Not just any bracelet,” Yokozawa explained, “It has protection charms, helps with self-defense and an alarm system if you ever need me.”

“Alarm system?” Kirishima asked twirling the bracelet in his fingers.

“It's connected, to…my heart…” Yokozawa said the last part quietly but Kirishima heard him looking up in mild shock.

“What?” Kirishima asked before quickly putting the bracelet on to test the alarm before he saw Yokozawa pendant glow a soft purple before dimming.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Yokozawa said feeling a blush spread across his cheeks. “Anyway, you should bring a jacket, since this is your first time coming with me and this is new to you, we’re going to abandon graveyard and it gets chilly at…ngh!”

Yokozawa didn’t finish his sentence as Kirishima hugged him tightly. “K-Kirishima!”

“I love you too,” Kirishima said before planting a quick kiss on Yokozawa lips “So, how long until Mino gets here?”

Yokozawa didn’t answer him back, just opting to blush and said quietly “You’re an idiot.”