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Nothing in Particular | 3 - What's in a Name?

Pairing: Omota Uramichi x F!Reader

Summary: A series of unexpected encounters and misunderstandings causes you to fill a large and gaping hole in Uramichi’s life.

Minors and blank blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

Warning: Uramichi jerkin' it <3

Your to-go containers sat innocently on Uramichi’s counter as he passed them each day. You hadn’t seen each other in weeks despite the promise to do so more often. Usahara mentioned something called ghosting, where things seemed like they were going very well, then the other person would disappear without a trace. Was that happening to him?

He shook his head. No, it couldn’t be because you texted several times a week. Were you actually talking though?

Hi, when are you free? Sorry, overtime again. How was your day? Ugh, busy. Good morning! Good night!

Leaning against the counter, he analyzed your conversation until unexpectedly your photo ID popped up on his screen, making him jump. He waited a few seconds before answering it. You hadn’t called him before.

Bumping the call volume to its max setting, his ears still strained to hear you. All he could tell was that you were talking to a man, though he couldn’t hear the words clearly. His stomach sank. He should have known that things were too good to be true. Rather than letting the masochistic side of him win and continue to listen, his finger hovered over the ‘end call’ button.

“Huh? Ura…?” You said, voice suddenly clear. “Excuse me, Sakumoto, there’s something I need to take care of. I expect an email with more details by the end of tomorrow.”

Had he been listening this entire time, or was this a long voicemail? “Uramichi…?”

He said your name. “Hello?”

Fiddling with the pen on your desk, you smiled when you heard him speak. “Sorry for the random call! I’m still at work right now, trying to tie up loose ends for that team dinner on Friday.”

Ah, so it wasn’t what he thought it was. That sick feeling in his stomach disappeared as he hummed, scrolling back a few days to see that you did mention having to plan something nice for your team.

Putting away your things and slinging your bag around your shoulder, you pulled out your earbuds to keep your hands free. “You’re quiet,” you noted. “Guess I must have disturbed ya, huh?”

He shook his head even though you couldn’t see him. “No, I’m just a little tired. I just got back from the gym.” A part of him was waiting for a comment about being a gorilla or that he was a meathead.

Pushing past the front door, you didn’t bother to give your workplace another glance. You were too busy thinking of a sweaty Uramichi lifting weights and breathing heavily. His face probably flushed easily and his sweat made his hair stick to his forehead. You thought of the way his Adam's apple moved as he gulped down water. Good thing you were done for the day–and good lord, was it already night?--because your thoughts were definitely NSFW.

“Ooh, look at you. Good job,” you said. “I’ll let you get your rest then.”

He gripped the edge of the counter, somehow not expecting that answer. Was it only him that wanted to talk longer? Ah, but you said you were just leaving work. He looked at the clock. It read a god awful 8:30 PM.

“Oh, and Michi? It was so nice to hear your voice.” He could hear your smile. Did you actually mean that? He found himself smiling back at your words. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

---

Smokes in hand, Uramichi stiffened when he felt an unknown presence stalking behind him. It couldn’t have been Amon. He was out on vacation. Besides, this person’s aura felt far too menacing compared to the creative producer.

“Oh, Uramichi oniisan~” Utano sang from behind. When he didn’t stop, her voice dropped. “Hey, we need to talk.”

He was a few paces from the smoke room, and slowly he turned to see if he could make a run for it. Utano was somehow behind him, but at the very least she was pushing him towards where he wanted to go.

“I heard you and my friend had a lovely chat a while ago,” she said. At least she let him light up his cigarette before their break was over.

Uramichi took a quick puff, letting the smoke dissipate slowly upwards. “How’d you know?”

Giving him a look before rolling her eyes, she should have known that this was an Uramichi–and an Usahara and Iketeru too–type question. The lack of experience with women was obvious.

“Duh, we’re friends . We tell each other everything.”

He smoked a bit more without saying anything. He considered him and Nekota friends but certainly didn’t share all the details of his life with him. Kumatani, Iketeru, and Usahara were in the same boat too. There were things about each other that they didn’t know and didn’t care to know either. What was the point in knowing everything about someone’s life?

“So is everything good?” She asked, annoyed with his silence.

“Uhh, yes?”

Utano assessed his facial expression and body language. Uramichi’s arms weren’t crossed, letting his hand that held the cigarette dangle at his side. His ankles weren’t crossed either, meaning he wasn’t hiding anything or acting defensive. He spoke and looked at her with a confused expression. Even though he wasn’t as much of a liar as Kumatani or Usahara, she still couldn’t trust him. He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like Iketeru and lacked their kouhai’s brutal honesty too.

“Good,” she smiled.

She’s weird when she’s cryptic, Uramichi thought. “Why do you ask?”

Continuing her assessment, she noted that his mood has been more stable these days too. Naturally, she attributed it to your good work.

In her grating cheerful work voice, she spoke, “Things are better when we get along.”

“Huh?”

Deciding that she was done with him, Utano offered a few last words to a bewildered Uramichi. “Make sure you treat my friend well… or else! ☆”

“Chicks are pretty scary,” he mumbled to himself as he ashed the end of his cigarette onto the tray. What was the point of their conversation?

---

Uramichi just needed to get through the work week. His final obstacle before he could enjoy his weekend was a dreaded dinner that the station decided to throw in his honor. Apparently, he was in the running to win a Galaxy Award for outstanding television host, which was a surprise since he didn’t consider himself one. Regardless, his win would give MHK and their show more fame, which equaled more views and more revenue. He hoped that it also meant a bigger paycheck.

He doubted it though as he followed the directions to an upscale restaurant in Roppongi. The station would rather splurge on luxuries like these instead of paying their workers what they were worth.

Tugging at his tie, he loosened it a bit before stepping inside. The only time he ever dressed up was when he had to give official interviews as a gymnast and at the year-end work party. He couldn’t wait to dress down into something more comfortable.

The bathroom mirror’s bright lights showed every pore and wrinkle you had as you did one last once over on your appearance. Sticking to your rule to be overdressed instead of under, you smoothed over your clothes, making sure you looked neat. Your dress fit tighter than you’d like, an oversight you made by changing your outfit last minute. At the very least, your hair and makeup looked good.

Your assistant, Sakumoto, had done well with his assignment. Your goal was to make the teams that you managed feel appreciated. After all, you had asked a lot out of them in the past quarter, and their quiet grumbles and complaints weren’t completely lost on you.

It was a shame that he couldn’t rent out the entire place. Sure, your boss wouldn’t have liked how much you spent, but you’d been in your position long enough to know how to write off certain expenses. It’d be worth it too, you could argue, to have happy employees.

Leaving the bathroom and entering the dining room, you were confused to see Sakumoto and two other supervisors, Hasegawa and Iwamoto, crowding around what was obviously the other party that had the other half of the restaurant. Other staff joined their crowd, and quickly you rushed to assess the situation.

“Uramichi oniisan! Love your work, buddy. If it weren’t for you, my wife and I would be going insane. Jotaru uses up all of his energy doing those ABC calisthenics!”

You turned at the sound of your name. “Utano?”

Giving you a hug, she pulled you aside, giving the crowd a glance. “Hey girly! I didn’t know you were doing your team dinner here. Oh my gosh, we should totally merge parties.” You both looked at the intermingled groups. “I didn’t know that a lot of people on your team were huge fans!”

Sakumoto was chatting with the director while Hasegawa and Iwamoto talked to Iketeru. The other staff continued to surround Uramichi and two other actors that Utano said were the mascots. You hummed, “Yeah, I didn’t know either.”

While Usahara and Kumatani bickered and the other people made their way to Iketeru and the Derekida, Uramichi tried to find a viable escape route from this exhausting social situation. Instead, his eyes spotted you and Utano talking.

He called out your name, making you turn from your conversation. You weren’t sure why you were expecting him to be in exercise gear, especially when Utano herself was dressed up, but you were pleasantly surprised to see how well he cleaned up. This look gave him the aura of a true TV star.

“No way,” you heard Akane, a new hire that you already had to keep an eye on, whisper loudly. “How does our boss know such a hottie?”

Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen you in a while, but Uramichi couldn’t help but blurt out that you looked nice. Utano watched the exchange with the pleased look of a successful matchmaker before giving you space (and so she could watch from afar).

“I could say the same about yourself,” you said, giving him one last look for good measure. It’d be the only casual comment you’d give him. You had to remind yourself that you were at a work event and needed to be professional.

You could already see your staff gathering around you both. Good. You didn’t have to herd them to the correct side.

“I see some of you have already met the stars of Together with Maman, like my dear friend Ms. Tadano as well as Mr. Omota and Mr. Daga along with other members of their production team. It seems like they’re here for their own celebration, so let’s be respectful of that and give them some space.”

Utano waved after her introduction as did Iketeru. Unfortunately, Uramichi was different.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” he told them, then turned to you, “and please, call me Uramichi.”

“We love you, Uramichi!! I can get laid in the morning because of ya’ll!”

Shooting a glare at Daiki, you mouthed that you’d talk to him later. Daiki paled.

Clapping your hands, you hoped that the team would finally get the cue that you wanted them to leave the Together with Maman team the fuck alone. You hated having to repeat yourself. You also didn’t want to look bad in front of Uramichi.

“Thanks so much for being so welcoming, Mr. Omota. Now let’s get ready for dinner and drinks, team!”

Why were you calling him Omota again? Didn’t you both agree to call each other by your names? “No need to be so formal,” he reminded you. “I don’t care what they call me, but you should call me by my requested name.”

Utano snickered behind her drink as you stared at Uramichi blankly. After knowing Uramichi for years, she knew exactly what he was doing. He really wanted to feel close to you. In a way, she felt sorry for questioning his sincerity and motives towards you earlier. This man was unknowingly dealing with an adult crush, and he was so fucking cringe.

Surprisingly, it was Usahara who had come to your rescue, pulling Uramichi away while Kumatani followed behind them. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for you. “Quit bullying her, bro. That’s not how you get chicks.”

Bullying? Uramichi only wanted to be less formal with you.

To prove his point, Usahara turned back at you and winked, earning a very bewildered look out of you. Quickly, you returned to your team.

Despite the unexpected introduction and mingling, the team dinner had gone without a hitch. Your team was happy, full, and drunk, which you hoped meant that they would continue to keep up the good work. You hoped that you could pay them off with good food and booze until the end of the year, or at least until your own annual review.

Unfortunately, being the host meant that you were the last to leave. Paying the bill, you sighed. Exhaustion made the alcohol hit your system quicker. At least you wouldn’t look like a fool in front of your co-workers.

It was a shame though. You wanted to hang out with Utano more, but your friend had left about an hour prior with her boyfriend. You wouldn’t want to be a third wheel with them anyway.

With no one left from your company, you left the restaurant, pausing when you saw a familiar person smoking outside.

“I thought you left a while ago,” you told Uramichi.

He couldn’t say that he was stalling just to see you. “Yeah,” he exhaled, “they threw this party because of me, so it’d be rude if I was the first to leave.”

You nodded. “Utano told me about your nomination. Congrats!”

Trying to downplay his achievement, he shrugged out a thanks and tossed his cig in the trash. “Anyway, let’s head to the station. We might miss the last train.”

Following in his step, you teased him, “Uh-oh. Don’t tell me that you’re gonna walk me home after.”

He gave you a look. “Strong, independent women in their 30s still need to be protected late at night, especially when they’ve had a bit to drink.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

---

Ugh, the ride back home would take a half-hour. Clutching your purse in your lap, you leaned forward in your seat while Uramichi stood in front of you. The alcohol was really hitting and had you wondering if you really had overdone it. You closed your eyes as you tried to stop the spins from getting to you.

The train car grew emptier with each stop, and soon its movement lulled you to sleep.

Your head rested on something more comfortable than your hands, and you nuzzled your face into whatever it was.

Uramichi mumbled your name in a strangled voice, “Hey, um, could you uh, could you move?”

Why would you need to do that? Opening your eyes, you saw his zipper, then looked more and saw a bulge. Oh.

Jolting up, you sat back into your seat, relieved that no one was around to see you. Somehow, the fact that you were alone was worse. The subway air felt thick each time the door opened. Uramichi’s cheeks were flushed. Your new position didn’t change the fact that you were eye-level with his boner.

Sliding into the seat beside you, he pointed towards his arm. “You can rest still if you want. We have about twenty more minutes until we reach our stop.” His blush spread to his ears and down his neck. “I think this way will be more comfortable for both of us.”

Wrapping your arms around his, you took him up on that offer.

“How ‘bout one more drink before the night ends?” You asked, getting a second wind from your power nap as well as newfound sobriety. You stretched your arms overhead, a bit stiff from sleeping while sitting up.

Although Uramichi said that leaning on his shoulder would be more comfortable, it was a lie. Asleep, your arms fell limp. One hand covered his own while the other laid precariously on his lap. Your knees bumped into his thigh, and your breasts pressed into his arm.

Honestly, all he wanted was some relief from this unintentional torture you put him through, but it was difficult to refuse you.

Trying to think of what was open, the two of you had limited options. The konbini, Cat Kick… Oh. That place might work, if you were willing.

“My place is right there,” he said sheepishly while pointing out his building. “I have a few bottles if you don’t mind something a bit stronger than beer.”

“Ah, the really nice apartments,” you noted. Uramichi lived in the high-rise that had its own doorsman.

Uramichi tried to find other reasons why you should go to his place instead of a bar; any reason would do to make him seem less creepy. “Oh! And I still have your containers from last time.”

“Right. I was really missing those actually,” you winked, “so I guess I might as well stop by and get them.”

There was a skip in your step as you followed him home.

---

Taking a good look at his apartment, you tried to memorize everything you could, in case you’d never see this place again. Despite all of his accolades and trophies, his walls and shelves were surprisingly devoid of any of that. The only hint that Uramichi might even be into any sport at all were the dumbbells and hand grips he had in a corner and some workout magazines on the table.

“I’ll have what you’re having,” you said as you made yourself comfortable at the table.

Uramichi looked up from what he was doing. He was already pouring himself a large glass of whiskey on the rocks.

You looked at him, then the cup while Uramichi grew conscious about just how much he drank. You regretted saying what you did as he continued to pour. He only stopped just a hair before it would overflow.

And because of social etiquette, he slowly pushed the glass towards you, not spilling a drop despite your hopes. With a tight smile, you accepted it.

“You really don’t have to finish that,” he said, pouring himself an identical glass.

“Oh, it’s fine!” You smiled. “You poured it for me, and I asked for it. It’d be rude not to drink it all.”

Life left your eyes as you swallowed hard to get through the burn.

Coughing, you asked him, “So how was the rest of your night? Sorry about my co-workers. I didn’t know that they were fans.”

He shrugged, “I’ve had worse conversations from parents. But yeah, the rest of the night was fine.” He was hoping that the two parties would merge, but you seemed hellbent on keeping your team in line.

Taking a smaller sip, you said, “I didn’t realize how popular you are. Now I��m kind of worried that there might be more competition than I realized.”

“With the kids program?” He asked.

Before you could say that no , you were not talking about the kids program, respectfully fuck the program, and that you were trying your hardest to flirt with him, Uramichi continued to speak.

“I mean, there are a few other educational programs out there, but a lot of ‘em nowadays are more focused on entertainment. Honestly, I think it’s a bit overstimulating for the targeted age group.”

You finished the rest of your drink in two large gulps, wiping away the tears in your eyes and mumbling about the burn. “Is that so?” You coughed. “Well, that makes you even more amazing.”

How had he finished his drink before you? He made zero indication that he even drank at all–no coughing, no wincing, nothing.

“Actually, I think what you do is more amazing instead. One of your kouhais was telling me that you’re one of the youngest regional managers at the company.”

“It’s not that impressive,” you admitted. “I just… do the bare minimum, which is apparently still too much compared to others–that’s how I fast-tracked it to my current position. And what did it get me other than a slightly larger salary and a significantly larger amount of work?” You shook your head. “I should have spent my 20s at the club or going on gokons.”

“Oh… is that what you’re into?”

“Not really,” you swirled the ice around in your cup. “I guess I feel like I missed out on a lot of things because of work?”

As a child, you were sold the lie that girls could have it all–a career, a family, and a fulfilling social life–and it was only in adulthood that you realized how difficult it was to balance all three. You never dated because you were too busy getting promotions. Your friend group slowly dropped off as each of you submitted to social expectations and life’s demands. All you had was this shitty job that you needed in order to live.

Uramichi felt the same way with his gymnastics career. The fame and glory meant nothing when it felt like he was falling behind and failing at life.

You rambled on, “I mean, we didn’t even get to have dinner together or see each other until now.”

Somehow your honesty embarrassed him, just like when you spoke on the phone. You made him feel important.

“I’m happy that we’re able to be together now though,” he said, “ alone too.”

Were your feelings finally getting across to him? Maybe he was an honest drunk.

“Is that so, Michi?” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much around him.

His mouth twisted into a pout. “Aw, don’t play cute by calling me that when it’s just us.”

“I knew that was what you wanted me to call you at the restaurant! Why ?”

There was an innocent look in Uramichi’s eyes. They sparkled with hope and misunderstanding. “Didn’t we agree to call each other by our first names? It felt like you were going back on your promise.”

That little devil!

“Well, uh, yeah,” you trailed off, recalling that embarrassing incident at the market, “but not while I’m at work! People will be suspicious!”

“Suspicious of what?” He asked, all charm gone from his features and voice. He was serious, as if he didn’t know what you were talking about.

Now that you thought about it, what would that imply? It seemed like a lot of people were on a first-name basis with Uramichi, and people called out to him like that because of his work. It was something that you could easily get away with. Was there anything to be suspicious about between you and Uramichi? Maybe you were just friends or had known each other for a long time. No one knew your history together. How did he see you anyway?

Your dark thoughts only grew darker because of the alcohol, and you fell into an all-consuming spiral. You looked up from your glass, laughing. “You’re right. I guess I’m overthinking things!”

Standing up, you thought it’d be best to leave before you did something embarrassing. “Anyways, I think I should go now.”

The clock read that it was nearly two in the morning. “No way,” Uramichi said firmly, holding you by the wrist. “It’s late, and you’re drunk.”

The problem with alcohol was that it was hard to notice how hard it hit you until you started moving. Everything was spinning, and your body felt heavy and slow. “It's fine!” You tried to argue and pull away. “‘‘m fine!”

---

And as life would have it, things were not fine as you woke up to the sun peeking in through the curtains, strategically blinding you. Groaning, your head pounded from the hangover. You were hoping that all you’d feel today was some photosensitivity and a headache instead of wasting your day by the toilet.

Turning from the sun, your leg wrapped around something that was firm yet soft. You felt the mattress. It definitely wasn’t yours. The sheets didn’t smell like your sheets either. They smelled like…You buried your head into the pillow. A man?!

You employed all the techniques that your company equipped you with for stress management: breathe deeply, express gratitude, ground yourself in the present… Ugh, that was all a load of shit in this situation!

You recalled everything you could from last night: team dinner, train, Uramichi’s place, you hurt your own feelings after drinking too much, then left. You left… right? All you could remember were your intentions to leave and spilling water on your clothes, then changing out of them right after.

Which meant that this bed and these sheets were Uramichi’s.

And the person that you were cuddling was…

“What the fuck?!”

You were met with the blank stare of some disgusting human-bird chimera. Trying to avoid its judgemental gaze, you weren’t sure if you should look at its beak or lips, eventually settling on its bright blue buttoned top. Why the hell was it human-sized too?

“You’re not Uramichi!”

In your fright, you threw the creature with all your strength. It landed a foot away from the bed with a thud.

A shirt that wasn’t yours pooled at the tops of your thighs as you sat, tickling your bare legs. You grabbed your boobs. No bra on either. Shifting, you were grateful that at least your panties were still on. Could you and Uramichi really have…?

Hearing your movement from the bed, Uramichi laid still while contemplating what to do next after last night. He didn’t fully understand why you were upset but couldn’t let you leave in that condition. The water he offered you spilled on your clothes. His plan to walk you home after an hour of sobering up failed.

“Could I borrow a shirt?” You asked before stripping off your wet dress.

Did you not see him as a man? He wondered as he quickly gathered the dress you threw, nearly getting hit by your bra. He threw your clothes in the dryer as he fought his body’s urge to turn around.

He would have suggested that you laid down, but you already claimed his bed as yours, patting the open spot in front of you.

“Michi?” You asked him, lying on your side with your head resting on your hand. “Aren’t you gonna come?”

The whiskey drunk was slow when it wanted to be but could hit the drinker like a truck just as easily.

“Only if you’ll let me,” he stammered out.

God, he could hear himself and he prayed for death. He sounded like a virgin, not that it was anything to be ashamed of, but that was something that he wasn’t. He didn’t want you to think that he was a completely inexperienced and inept fool. Maybe he’d just blame all of this on the alcohol.

How could he not be tempted and feel the things that men felt when you were in his bed like that? His shirt clung to parts of your body that it shouldn’t: hanging onto the contour of your hard nipples, bunching up at your waist. Your panties were dark and lacy.

“Well?”

This could be his only chance, he thought, as he did his best to get rid of his clothes. Nearly choking himself out with his tie, his shirt was next. His fingers fumbled with his belt buckle.

Stepping out of his pants, he was met with disappointment. You were already asleep. Fate was cruel. How could anyone fall asleep that fast?

Disappointment brought back his senses, and he resigned to getting the guest futon. When he came back, to add even more insult to injury, he saw that disgustingly large stuffie of Kotori-san snuggled against your body, upside down so its face was buried between your thighs. That could have been him! It should have been him! He glared at that abomination as he laid out the bedding on the floor..

Leaning over the edge of the bed, Uramichi’s back was turned towards you. He slept shirtless, and you wondered if that was normal or because of the heat. He wasn’t even flexing, but you could see the definition of his back. You told yourself that you were reaching out to him to see if he was awake, not because you were some kind of perv.

“Uramichi?” You tentatively asked, giving his shoulder a soft prod.

That was his cue to turn over. Using his best just-woke-up-but-not-really voice, he mumbled a low ‘good morning’ while stretching out on his back.

“Morning! Would–” His blanket dropped lower, revealing chiseled abs and a tease of his boxer’s waistband. It also revealed a very noticeable tent where his cock was. You caught yourself. “Would you happen to know where my clothes are?”

The sexual frustration and tension from last hit you two harder than your hangovers as you both stared at each other for a moment. Everything you felt last night was bubbling up, and in some weak attempt at protection, you grabbed his sheet to cover up.

“They’re in the dryer,” he said, scrambling to get up. You saw the rest of his perfect body. “I’ll grab ‘em.”

Pointing out the bathroom, he handed off your dress, and you scurried there while he headed to the balcony to smoke.

In the bathroom, you went over last night’s events again. You and Uramichi seemed to have done nothing explicit at all, but he had to have some interest in you, right? There was no way he’d let any woman that he was merely acquainted with sleep in his bed. He was kind though, so maybe he was just being polite?

Coming out of the bathroom with his shirt folded, you thanked him for taking care of you and apologized for any trouble that you might have caused. He stared at you with his cigarette hanging off his lips, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I’ll be heading out now,” you told him, not giving him a chance to even see you off. You hoped that you could quickly walk off your embarrassment.

Putting out the cig, he trailed behind you. There were so many things he wanted to say.

“Wait!” He tried to call out. It only made you walk faster. “I wanted to,”–The front door slammed as he stood in the hallway–“at least kiss you goodbye.”

---

“‘Scuse me!” You called out in a hurry, pushing past two guys to make sure you caught the elevator down. Your walk of shame started now, and the fact that you didn’t even fuck made it even worse.

“Man,” Usahara commented, glancing back to make sure you weren’t waiting by the lift, “hope she’s not late for work. It’s past noon.”

“Probably is,” Kumatani shrugged, trying to think of why you looked so familiar. Nothing came to mind. “Oh well. Think Uramichi will let us in? He hasn’t answered any of our calls or texts, so I hope he didn’t forget about today.”

Swinging the bag of alcohol he brought, Usahara laughed. “That dude? No way! I bet this is the only thing he’s got goin’ on for the weekend. Well, this, and hitting up the gym.”

The door opened to reveal an exhausted Uramichi, now dressed in athleisure as he quickly tidied up his apartment. Thankfully, his phone’s ringer was on, and he saw the texts in their group chat.

“Yo dude, you look like death,” Usahara said first, pushing his way past the disgruntled man to throw some drinks in the fridge.

There was something off about their senpai and his place, but he couldn’t place what. Kumatani felt it too.

“Yeah, more so than usual. You sure you’re still up to watch this movie?”

Uramichi sighed, closing the door. “Well, you’ve already made yourselves at home, haven’t you? Even if I said no, I don’t think you would leave.”

Settling into his spot at the table, Uramichi thought about how last night you were across from him sharing a drink. Now you were replaced by his meddlesome kouhais who were making a mess of all the snacks and drinks they laid out on the table. His eye twitched.

Naturally, Usahara was the first to dig into Uramichi’s odder than ordinary behavior. Usually he was annoyed, but today he seemed standoffish and annoyed. “So what gives, man? You stayed up late partying? Someone took too long on your fave machine at the gym?”

Oddly, Utano’s voice cheerfully saying that friends tell each other everything popped into his head. Perhaps now was the perfect opportunity to get closer to the guys he spent nearly a decade hanging around.

“Nah, was up late drinking with a friend,” he admitted while looking off at the TV screen.

His two juniors exchanged looks. They left before he did, deciding to hang out with Nekota at Cat Kick, so Uramichi couldn’t have been talking about them.

“Oh, I didn’t know that you and Kikaku were close like that,” Kumatani said.

Huh? Kikaku? Why would they bring up his name? Uramichi imagined the offense that Kikaku would have at their misunderstanding.

“No, I didn’t drink with Kikaku.”

“Uebu then?”

An even more outlandish suggestion.

“No…”

Neither cared to take anymore guesses as the opening credits for Mozphoon played. Kumatani swore to them that this B-grade horror movie would become a cult classic. After all, had anyone seen a movie that involved mutant mosquitoes terrorizing the city via a typhoon before?

As they were about to leave, Usahara finally realized the cause of the odd vibe he felt at Uramichi’s.

“Dude, did you finally put away your weights?”

Yeah, for the first time in forever, he hadn’t stubbed his toe or tripped over the damn thing. That had to be why things felt different today.

---

With his friends gone, Uramichi sighed. Normally he cleared his head by smoking, but right now, he surprisingly wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps it was because today drained him. He stripped down to his boxers and laid in bed, closing his eyes. His thoughts wandered back to you.

Your tits, your lips, the way that you laughed. He imagined the way your panties would feel against his palms while he grabbed your ass. His ears burned red whenever you said his name.

His raging hard on provided an obvious solution to help him gather his thoughts.

Palming himself, he wasn’t sure why he was so hesitant. Was it because it was you ? His sex drive was low–a deadly combo of stress, depression, drinking, smoking, and the inevitable drop of T that came with aging–and when he actually was in the mood, he usually browsed for sites. It felt wrong to do this without your permission, but this also wasn’t necessarily something he could ask permission for.

“Michi? Aren’t you gonna come?” You asked, giving him that soft, buzzing smile.

When his hand laid still against his cock, you tilted your head and spoke in an impatient inflection, “Well?”

God, he was pathetic. You didn’t even mean it like that, and here he was, harder than he’d ever been in recent memory, cockhead dripping pre when he finally pulled it out.

It wasn’t even your looks that were driving him crazy. It was the way you made him feel. His heart pounded in his ears when you called his name. He grew giddy when he’d see your texts. And when it was just you and him–

Smearing the pre down his shaft, he let his mind wander, no longer caring how desperate and needy he got. It was already obvious that he neglected his needs as a man for too long. Every stroke felt like heaven, and his balls ached, ready for release.

Adjusting his grip to the way he liked, he tugged, wishing you were the one touching him instead. Uramichi thought of you greeting him good morning and good night, calling to tell him that you missed him during the day. He thought of you getting ready for work and welcoming him home after he was done at his.

Carefully reaching down to grab his shirt from the floor, he used it to wipe up the mess he made. After, he stared at the ceiling, waiting for that post-nut clarity to go into effect. And when it didn’t, he sighed, his hand wandering downwards. Guess he’d have to try again.

A/N: Not sure what's gotten into me. I never update this quickly lol. Maybe it's because I've been binging the men's gymnastics portion of the Olympics? But thanks for reading, ya'll. I've been having a lot of fun with this fic.

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CHAPTER FIVE: "These explanations are valid. But it should be known if the same day a friend of the desperate hasn't spoken to him with an indifferent tone.."

Mourning is the expression of grief after someone died. There are several types of mourning with an example being Chronic Grief.

Symptoms for this kind of grief can include extreme feelings of hopelessness, A sense of disbelief and a loss of meaning. All of which can lead to severe clinical depression or thoughts of self harm and even suicide.

The song of sparrows and swallows danced through the summer breeze, All sat nestled within the vegetation as they hummed their melody.

The soft sunlight shone down upon the shrine, Giving a blessing of quiet light to the abundance of blossoming flowers nearby. [F/N] blinked once, Trying to figure out whether what she was seeing was a mirage or reality.

Was this the afterlife? It certainly felt like it as the gentle warmth caressed her skin, A calm embrace that pacified her worries. It felt peaceful, Something so tranquil that she couldn't help but melt into the porch she was perched on.

She felt the heat of the wood as she laid against it, Like a firm hand cupping her cheek as she basked in the sunlight. Her worries quickly dissolving into nothing at the touch.

Afterlife.. Why did she mistake her everyday as the Afterlife? How did it even come up in the first place? [F/N] had no idea. She huffed lightly, Only mildly confused as she nuzzled further into the comfort of the timber.

She took a moment to take it all in. The rustle of the leaves, The cicadas in the bushes, The clear sapphire skies looking over her. It was beautiful, A serene little world all to herself, It was paradise.

Life was nice, It was simple and tranquil. She tended to the crops, To the shrine and the wellbeing of the forest. And after she was done with that she could spend her day roaming around with the wildlife, Spending time with her brothers and watching them train.

It was good.

"[F/N]..!"

She heard her name called out to her, And without a second thought or any bodily control [F/N] jolted up from her lying position to look across the courtyard.

"Lying on the porch again? You're gonna get sunburn if you keep doing that.."

[F/N] watched her older brother, Michikatsu, Slowly make his way over to her. He had a single hand on the hilt of his sword while the other was wiping the training sweat from off his brow, A light smile playing on his face as he did.

"Michi-Nii! You're back!" [F/N] exclaimed as she hopped up from the porch, Quickly dusted herself off before running over to him and jumping into his arms so swiftly that it made him stumble back a bit.

"Ah! [F/N], You need to be more careful.. You could of knocked me over." Michikatsu scolded, Yet the warmth playing in both his eyes as he held her up told [F/N] all she needed to know.

"As if! You're too tough for that." [F/N] grinned as she looked down on her older brother.

Michikatsu shook his head lightly

"You really give me too much credit sometimes.." Michikatsu remarked as he brought his gaze away from her, His smile was still there yet [F/N] could see the slight quirk.

She reached over and held his shoulder, The touch bringing him back to his senses as he looked right back at [F/N].

"You don't give yourself enough credit, You're able to train for hours at a time and not even get tired. I'd definetly consider that tough!" [F/N] said, The smile evident in her voice as she said so.

Michikatsu frowned

"I hear you saying things like that all the time to Yorichii, You know? I appreciate your words but.." Michikatsu trailed off from his sentence, The venomous undertone spiking in concentration at the mention of his twin.

[F/N] squeezed his shoulder.

"…But Yori-nii doesn't train for hours at a time, Does he? I mean all my words to him, I really do but if I am being honest.." [F/N] paused as she lowered her voice. "You've got drive to be strong. It's really admirable, You know? Yori-nii may be strong and such but honestly, You have the passion to do it.. It's you who I look up to." [F/N] admitted.

A nervous giggle followed her words, Like she was slightly embarrassed by the fact she was actually able to confess it to him.

Michikatsu seemed shocked as he heard this, The light in his blank eyed stare seemed to spark up like wood to friction as he looked up at his sister. The grip on her grew only a smidge tighter as he smiled.

"You.. You really mean that?" Michikatsu asked.

[F/N] beamed back at him, An expression that almost seemed as warm as the sun as she looked back at him.

"Of course I mean it! You're my-" [F/N] cut herself off suddenly, Her words dying on her tongue. The happy grin slowly dissolving into a puzzled frown.

"[F/N]?" Michikatsu asked as he noticed the grip on his shoulder loosen, Then eventually fall to her side.

"You're my.." [F/N] mumbled. Michikatsu set her down onto the ground, Her feet lightly touching the smoothed dirt as she stood there quietly.

Michikatsu went down onto a single knee to level his eyes with her far-off ones.

"[F/N].. Are you alright?" He asked, Eyes searching for the answer as he watched her brows knit together. Her stare returning to him as her visage contorted into a slightly alarmed expression.

"I.. I don't know.. Who are you?" [F/N] exclaimed, Her stance stumbled back. Her breath growing heavy as she felt the world around her darken, The sun burning so bright before seemed to melt away into a endless black void.

"[F/N]" Her name sounded so distorted when he spoke now, As she looked back at him she could see that it wasn't just the sun that was melting.

It was his face too.

Like melting wax his features turned into sludge. His nose, Eyes and mouth all dripped down and fell into a puddle on the ground, Which started pulling them both in like quicksand.

[F/N] screamed.

She tried to pull away once his molten arm lunged out for hers, Yet she was too slow. His rapidly deteriorating limb locking onto hers, Yanking her forward off her feet and into his grasp.

[F/N] cried even louder, Tears starting to rush out of her ducts as she felt the sludge touch her skin.

He kept making noises as he pulled her in, Strangled and choked wails like he was in pain. Like his vocal chords were mangled and severed inside his throat. [F/N] struggled, She flailed about in his hold. Kicked, Punched, Hit, Anything. Anything at all to get out of the sludge starting to envelop her whole.

It latched onto her legs, Onto her arms and her mid-section. It was like it was desperate, Like it's life depended on bringing her as close as possible.

What was happening? Why was the entire world that seemed so tranquil before turn into a candle wax nightmare? The entire world seemed to follow suit of the monster intent on consuming her, Dripping away and mixing together like a raindrops on a window.

Her screams mixed into the dissolving world too, Sounds combining with the shrill cries of the monster as she felt the nigh-boiling heat of his molten flesh grasp onto her face. [F/N] felt her own skin start to bubble.

Then eventually, She felt herself start to melt.

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Her body jolted like skin to an exposed wire, Eyes shooting open as she gasped for air.

She felt her lungs rapidly expand then decrease, A cold sweat running down her back as she tried to gather her racing thoughts. [F/N]'s body felt like it had been frozen to the touch, Both with the sheer temperature of the chilling room and the stiffness of her unthawed limbs. They felt so numb, The only feeling was the minute aching of her joints so far spread that it was like she hadn't moved in weeks.

What happened? [F/N] gripped the side of her head, A throbbing pain in her frontal lobe pulsated as she groaned in pain. It made it hard to recollect herself, To remember what could of happened.

Her spare hand felt around, Vision still a tad blurry as her fingers met the soft touch of thick fabric.

[F/N] tried to blink away the fuzz in her sight as she continued to feel around, It was the cotton bedding of a futon.

She groaned, Finally piecing together enough parts of the puzzle to come to terms of what happened.

[F/N] had fallen asleep, She had another nightmare.

[F/N] sighed. A tired yet tad annoyed exhale of air escaped her lungs as her body stilled onto the futon like a rolling coin, The soft mattress feeling like delicate silk on her skin as she relaxed.

Her memories, They came back to her like a heeling dog. [F/N] recalled the fight with Uppermoon one, Her fatal injuries, The destruction of her shrine.. She felt her heart jolt at the thought of it.

The walls which sheltered her through thick and thin, The ruined hallways that held such talkative life and the ceilings that housed the injured and maimed.. All destroyed within a single night.

The thought of it disgusted [F/N], During the fight she hadn't thought much of it- The raw adrenaline being a distraction to it's fall. She calmed down rather quickly however.

The fight with the Uppermoon, Her injuries, The shrine's destruction. It wasn't real, It couldn't be.

Because she was currently lying in her bedroom.

It was dark, [F/N] could barely see a foot in front of her due to the poor lack of lighting. Despite it however she could make out the basic shapes of furniture lying within the shadows. The closet, The dresser and the tatami mats lain out were all there, Just like they've always been.

The shoji door's that let in only a crack of periwinkle light, The several statues of worship scattered about, Everything she owned, They were here.

It all must of been a dream, Her bedroom was destroyed along with the rest of the shrine so it was completely impossible to be lying down on her futon right now.

[F/N] felt a low frustration rise in her throat. These nightmares were getting out of hand. It was easier when it was the blizzard, Then she knew what to expect, She knew what she was getting into despite how horrid it would be.

Now? Dreams involving "Uppermoon one", Both the melting flesh and the shrine invasion were so much worse. They changed every time, She had no idea what was coming, Had no preparation at all.

The latter was particularly worse. Mitsuri's face, Her hysterical begging for [F/N] not to go, It burned into her mind like a branding. Not to mention the finality of her death only to wake up and find out it was just a nightmare.

[F/N] thought she finally got it over with, She supposed not however, The shrine was proof of that.

Though these dreams had to be a sign, But of what?

[F/N] stretched her arms slightly, Trying to wear off the numbness in her joints as she tried to haul her upper body into a sitting position, Only to yelp out in pain and fall back into the silky mattress.

A sharp pain feeling appeared in her abdomen once she tried to get up, It felt like a dozen knives stabbing into her, Twisting and turning within her guts.

[F/N] groaned, Her hands reaching down to the point of pain only to come to touch with what felt like bandage dressing.

Her eyes widened, Needing to confirm this information she quickly shoved off the covers protecting her from the cold draft. And sure enough, She was right.

Wrapped tightly yet carefully across her abdomen were thick bandages, Wrapped entirely around the front to her back.

Small splotches of red seemed to stain parts of the dressing, One's that made [F/N]'s jaw drop agape as she peered down at her core.

What.. What does this mean..?

Her dream.. In her dream she was fatally wounded, She had finally died.. All due to deep injury inflicted on her. It had to be a dream though, She was in her shrine of course!

But it was here, The dressing was covering the exact place she had been struck.

[F/N] planted both hands on each side of her and with great effort she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, Careful not to trigger the pain.

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she finally sat up. She was simply dressed in an oversized Jinbei, Sleep clothing that seemed too big for her stature yet stayed comfortable draped on it anyways.

She breathed in and out. What was happening? The shrine around her started to seem more distorted than it did before. Furniture seeming bigger or smaller than she remembered, Things misplaced.

All of it just starting to seem.. off.

It was her shrine but.. Something was wrong. Something very wrong. The feeling creeping up her spine didn't help either. An uncomfortable dread climbing up her back and drenching her in sweat, A feeling that felt like she was being watched.

Her open maw snapped shut. Her body growing rigid in place, The eyes like that of a gorgons.

Something was watching her

From her peripherals, She could see six glowing amber eyes were watching her from within the darkness.

They were piercing. Even though she only dared to see through the corners of her vision she could tell how intense their gaze was, How they seemed to be looking right through her, Glaring right into her soul.

She felt her hands start to tremble. Her mouth growing dry as her thoughts felt like they were going a thousand miles per minute, Racing to find a solution.

The eyes.. There eyes were looking at her.. What was she going to do? What could she do?

[F/N] had no time to think as they started to move.

The six glowing points shifted and moved within the shadows like fireflies. [F/N] could only make out the general shape of the being as it morphed within the darkness into what looked like a standing position.

[F/N] didn't need to have another thought, She knew who it was. It was the man from her 'dreams'.

Uppermoon one.

In her dream or at least what she thought was a dream he seemed much less.. Imposing. It's not to say he wasn't, He certainly was but it was easily ignorable due to the heat of the moment and [F/N]'s own desires.

But now as his frightening form emerged from the dark corners, His sinister prescence nigh-radiating from his figure she could only turn her head over in horror to meet his hellish visage staring right back at her.

This was the man from her dreams. The man in the blizzard, This was him.

The image of his open mouth ready to bite down, Body lunging for her. Teeth digging into the flesh of her arm. All of it flashed in her mind in rapid motion. How could she be so stupid to not figure it out?

This was what Inari was warning her about.

"You're awake.." His voice sent a freezing chill through her system, Her heart feeling like it was restarting inside of her chest as her breathing grew ragged.

Her mask. Where was her mask?

[F/N]'s fight or flight activated. Her fighter instincts finally kicking in as her hand shot out to where her mask usually sat, Hidden within her haori.

But she came up empty, Her hand only touching the side of her jinbei.

Her mask was nowhere in sight.

"I've been waiting so long.. For you to awaken.." Uppermoon one rasped. He took careful calculated steps towards her, A steady pace that moved him closer to [F/N] ever so slowly.

What was he going to do to her? She couldn't fight back, Her mask..

She was completely useless without her mask. It was the source of her body strength, The one she was most used to fighting in. Her body now was too frail, Not to mention the large gash in her abdomen.

She was helpless.

The only thing she could do was back away on the futon, Pushing herself as far into the corner as she could. Get as much distance between him and her as she eyed him up and down, Waiting for his next move.

"W-What do you want.. How am I here..?" Her voice was filled with defensive malice, Yet it shook under the weight of the situation. Her terror seeping through it all.

Kokushibo didn't falter in his stride as he approached her. The room was dark, The only thing illuminated was his eyes as he stopped in front of the futon. Staring down at her shrunken form.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, His knee's crouching down so he was as close to her level as possible.

[F/N] felt like a sitting duck under him. His hand reached out, Light from his eyes shining off his claws.

She clenched her eyes shut, Not wanting to know wha-

A cold palm touched the side of her cheek, A chilling sensation that felt like dry ice on her skin, So much so that it almost felt a scorching fire.

"Open your eyes.. I want to see them.." He commanded. Out of fear she did what he said and gazed up at him.

She looked upon his face, Her eyes locked onto his that looked down at her with such an odd emotion, Such a strange way his bloodshot eyes seemed so calm. A way that disturbed her down to her very core.

His palm was cupping her cheek, Claws careful not to graze her as his thumb rubbed gently over her skin. Eyes searching for something before a small uncanny smile appeared on his face looking so unnatural on him, Showing off the row of sharp teeth settled in his maw.

"You're here.. You're really here.. The gods have given you back to me after all these centuries.." He mumbled under his breath as his thumb rubbed the outline of her cheekbones.

[F/N] didn't understand, Mind like tangled threads as she spoke out once again.

"W-Where am I.. Why.. W-Why am I alive?" She cried. Tears brimming on the ledge of her eyes as she shied away from his sickening touch, Not for long however as his hand just gripped the side of her face harder, Keeping her in place.

Kokushibo shook his head lightly.

"You are frightened.. It is understandable.. You have woken up with an injury and most assumedly a headache.. I do sincerely apologise for that.. But I ask you to calm down.. You are safe now.." He spoke, His tone trying its best to mimic a comforting tone while [F/N] didn't believe his words for a single second.

She swallowed down the sheer terror in her throat.

"A-Answer me.. W-Why am I here.. Alive?" [F/N] repeated. Kokushibo only caressed the side of her cheek, His face filled up with thought as he began to speak.

"..It is a rather silly question.. Why you are here should already be obvious to you.. And alive..? You are lucky I was able to provide first aid.. Otherwise.." He trailed off, The last of his words going unspoken as his smile dropped.

[F/N] took the chance to speak, A small slither of vigour still left in her as she did.

"It's not obvious at all.. Explain it to me, I-I should be dead.. I should.. Why am I alive, Where am I.. What do you plan on doing with me?" She looked back up at him with the steadiest expression she could muster, One of which he completely ignored in favour of his stare turning.. Miffed.

"You.. You should be aware of why you are here.. Do you not recognise me, Little one?" Kokushibo asked. His demeanour started to shift to a more recognisable aura, Something serious. More dark in the hum of his voice.

"I-I.." She recognised him alright. His face was burned into her vision every time she blinked. Met his eyes every time she slumbered, But judging by the tone of his voice.. That wasn't the right answer.

"No.." [F/N] said, Shaking her head as she watched his frown contort into a scowl. One which she shrunk back into the corner at as he dropped the hand cupping her cheek, Letting it fall to his side.

"I.. No.. You said my name.. You called me by my nickname, The one you always used.. You remember, Don't you?" Kokushibo's voice, The serious tone was still there, Permeating his voice yet the lilt undertone of a pleading man, Desperate and confused radiated within his voice.

[F/N] sharpened her jaw, She had no idea what he was talking about. He spoke as if he knew her, Like she was an old friend yet she couldn't recall ever knowing him.

"I.. I don't know your name.. I-I.. I don't know who you are.." [F/N] replied.

Her words seemed to trigger something within him, His scowl growing more angry as he backed away from the futon. [F/N] watched on as he turned his back to her, His body going completely still, Almost disturbingly so as he just stood there without making a single move.

[F/N] took a deep breath in, One she didn't know she needed as she tried to steady the beating of her drumming heart. The sweat dripped down her face freely, She needed to make a move.

Quietly swinging her legs over the side of the futon she placed them down onto the wooden floorboards, All while eyeing the demon a few feet away from her like an ticking bomb.

[F/N] softly got up from the futon. The pain in her abdomen diluted down, The shock before had caused it to seem worse than it already was. It was bad, But she could work with it, She always had.

She placed another foot down in front of her, The wooden boards were old, She needed to be careful as she quietly circled around him. Trying her best not to alert him to her movements as she went.

[F/N]'s stretched out hand eventually felt the wood of the shoji door, The one letting bioluminescent light through the single crack it made. Feeling around she caught her fingers on the edge.

She carefully slid it open, Though it didn't matter as the careful light illuminating from the other side flooded into the room like a rising sun over a dead night. Snapping Kokushibo out of whatever trance he had been in and jerk his head over to her position.

"You..!"

[F/N] didn't wait to hear what he had to say, Her feet moved for her as she took off into the hallway at the first alarm raised.

She ran throughout the hall barefoot, The sole of her foot feeling the sharp splinters digging into her like porcupine hide as she went. It didn't matter in the slightest though, Not the pain stabbing into her soles or the warped caricature of her shrine's hallways as she sprinted through past the old tapestries and near-ancient support beams.

Is he following me? Where's the exit? Run now, Think later she chided. [F/N] didn't stop for a second to look around or listen out for the possibility of heavy footsteps following her as she went. Her mind was dead-set on escape.

She sharply turned round corners, Fumbled her way through the winding hallways as she finally reached a set of creaked cedar stairs. [F/N] took no time in descending them, Each step slightly bending under her quick motions as she got to the bottom.

Despite the warped mimicry of her shrine, Walls and hallways worn out and minimized, [F/N] could still navigate it with a finesse that left her fast on her feet.

Her internal GPS carried her feet and guided her along. In front of her was the main shrine doors, Two wide cedarwood doorframes with windows that let in a bluish-green light into the shadow blessed pathway.

This was it. She was going to get out, It was only a few more seconds until she reached her salvation. Her exit from this live-nightmare, Such a thought that made her pace quicken. Heart thudding so hard she felt like it would explode.

[F/N] reached out her steady hands, Reaching the door she slammed her hands down and shoved them wide open to where the courtyard should be.

Rushing out int-

[F/N] stride shuddered in its steps. The once determined sprint fizzled out into a walk, Then she stopped completely in her tracks all together.

Her eyes widened, Irises shaking in their sclera as she felt her knees start to wobble.

W-What.. What does this.. Where..

In front of her wasn't the courtyard. No.. It wasn't the courtyard at all.

Standing before her was an infinite sea, An endless dark plane that seemed to stretch on forever. There was no end. Up, Left, Right.. All of it was an infinite expanse in all directions. A fast breeze blew out from nowhere at all, Hitting her face and snapping her out of the horrified trance she was stuck in.

She snapped her head down to the ground she was standing on. What should of been the smooth dirt of the courtyard was instead a wide rickety dock, One that seemed just as endless as the void, Branches of the dock stretching out like tree roots around the shrine connecting and ending seemingly at random.

This.. This couldn't be real… This must be another dream, It had to be! It appeared like a lovecraftian-esque pocket dimension, Nothing from the real world, Nothing from reality at all.

Her palms were clammy. [F/N] took a few wearied steps, Disbelief shown in her eyes as she felt the heel of her foot land on nothing. She yelped out, Quickly backing up onto the dock as she peered over the edge.

It was an aquamarine sea. The one that the dock's structure ventured deep down into the depths of, Blurring out in the faint turquoise glow rising up from the foaming aqua. Gumussevri, The light it emitted being the only source within the infinity surrounding them.

This didn't make sense.. It couldn't.. How could it? [F/N] felt the glimmer of hope extinguish under the seafoam waves of the water below. How could she ever hope to escape..?

[F/N] felt the slow depression of the dock before she heard the footsteps. Heavy, Slow and stoic as she felt the doors behind her shut gently, That being the thing bringing her attention as she turned around.

Kokushibo was only a couple metres away from her. [F/N] felt her eye twitch, That's why he didn't run after her.. That's why he didn't catch her a soon as she stepped foot out of the room.

He knew she had nowhere else to run.

"[F/N].. I am offended.. Why would you try to get away from me..? You.. You must remember me.. You must. You said my name, It's undeniable proof.." He accused, Standing in a complete stance.

His eyes pierced into her like javelins, Sharp and scrutinizing yet it still held that strange quality of desperation. It made her shiver and that in turn made his frown sharpen. How he knew her first name didn't matter to her in that moment, She only opened her mouth ready for a rebuttal.

[F/N] breathed. She had gotten this far.

"I've told you, I don't know your name nor do I know how you know mine. I don't know who you are and I certainly don't know what you want with me.. Whoever you think I am, I am obviously not." [F/N] argued. She bared her teeth, Trying to steady her jaw.

Kokushibo shook his head. He took a single step towards her and in response she took several more back.

"[F/N].. You have been asleep for a few weeks.. I suppose I should of predicted your confusion but.." He paused

"Maybe it's possible that you don't recall.." He muttered. A few weeks?! She had been asleep for several weeks, Assumedly healing under the care of this cold monster standing in front of her acting friendly as it could.

She'd lament over it later though, What mattered was here and now. And right now he was starting to aggravate her.

[F/N] clenched her fist. How stubborn could he be? She didn't know him, Had only seen him as warnings in dreams yet he acted as if they had known each other for decades. He was completely delusional and to spite all the terror she was feeling in this moment, It pissed [F/N] off.

"Then if you do not remember.. Let me refresh your memory, Little one.." Kokushibo said.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at Upperrank one.." He started.

"Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.." Kokushibo announced, His eyes staring down onto her, Closely examining her facial expression. Waiting intently for her reaction.

[F/N] stilled. Her body growing rigid as if she was fixed to the dock by nails.

"..I'm sorry.. What?" She asked. Her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked up at him in disbelief.

"..I am your big brother.. And you are my little sister.." He repeated so clearly yet his voice seemed incoherent to her ears. [F/N] swallowed a lump in her throat, If she thought he was delusional before he now looked completely insane to her now.

He was a demon.. An Uppermoon, He must of been hundreds of years old at the very least yet here he was claiming to be her sibling? It didn't add up, He looked at her like she was meant to understand but she couldn't find a single puzzle piece that fit.

"Impossible.. You're hundreds of years old and I have absolutely no older siblings.."

Kokushibo breathed out, The carbon dioxide showing in the chill-raising air as he took another step forward towards her. This time, [F/N] didn't move back.

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.. For centuries I grieved for you.." He lamented. A sudden pain crossing him as he seemed to recall something deep within him.

He was spouting sheer madness. He was the one who took her here against her own wishes and nursed her back to physical health, It made her heart writhe around inside her and this time she couldn't bite her tongue.

"I-I am not your sister, We are not related in any way… I don't know how goddamn delusional you need to be to think as such! You are a demon, Not my brother.. I want you to piss off and leave me alone, You fucking monster!" [F/N] cried. The terrified tone only an afterthought suddenly grew back into the forefront of her mind as she watched him close.

As soon as the word monster rolled off her tongue his body stilled, His expression going blank as he stared down at her with an unrecognisable expression. It disturbed her right down to her stomach, Even more so when she felt the heat.

"You.. You will not speak to me like that, Little one.." He said through gritted teeth. [F/N] felt her body raise up into that state of flight or fight once more, His soul radiating such a boiling hot heat that [F/N] could feel it in her bones.

It was obvious he was trying to hold back his anger, Yet it spilled out of the brims of his expression. The twitch of his fingers and the glare he gave her, She could tell and it utterly horrified her.

"As your older brother and the last remaining head of our clan.. You will treat me with respect.. It doesn't matter if you're confused or have.. forgotten entirely.. You address me in proper honorifics like a good younger sister should." Kokushibo hissed. Venom near dripping off every word as he started approaching her trembling form.

His footsteps were slow, Drawing out every step as he finally loomed over her. Shadow cast over him as [F/N] looked up at him, Body aching for her to run.

Whatever façade of cold comfort he put up was completely shattered now, His eyes brimming with malice and his fingers itching the reach for the hilt of his sword. Itching to strike her down.

"I've been praying for this day for centuries.. For the wish that you would come back to me.. You said you would never leave me again, And I fully intend to hold you to your promise.. You cannot run.. So come back here now and I will forget this little mistake.. If you do not, I assure your time here will be much more.. Nightmarish.." He commanded lowly. Slowly moving towards her

"..No matter how far you go I will always be right behind you.. You will not escape me."

But that didn't mean she wasn't willing to try.

Her legs moved before she could comprehend she was. Quickly turning around and sprinting off down the dock in her nightwear and splotched dressing as she cried out in sheer utter helplessness.

Kokushibo paused as he watched her go. He didn't bother run after her, He knew she wouldn't get far.

As [F/N] carefully navigated throughout the labyrinth of docks she could hear his quiet voice call after her, Echoing through the void and seeping through her as she ran.

"Tire yourself out all you want.. Run as long and as far as you like but you will never be able to leave me.. Not again. When you come back.. Do not expect to be treated with such affection that I have offered you thus far.. Not until you stop with this stupid rebellious phase of yours.."

Though [F/N] could barely hear him, As his silhouette shrunk further and further into the vastness of the void.

All until he disappeared completely

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three soft and precise knocks hit against the thin cut of the rosewood door.

Sounds of quiet shuffling could be heard from within the house, Settling of cups and screeching of chairs as footsteps started to move their way over to the closed entrance.

The door slid open only a peep, Only enough for the weathered face of a middle-aged man to careen his head over to get a good look out past it.

"Hello..?"

"Hello there!" A polite and cheery voice spoke out to him, One that sounded exaggerated and overly-friendly compared to his quiet yet cordial tone. The girl the voice belonged to smiled lightly and clasped her hands together.

"My name is Shinobu Kocho from the Demon Slayer Corps, If I am not mistaken.. This is the Kanroji household is it not?" Shinobu asked. Glassy orchid eyes staring into the ones of the older mans, His own softened at her introduction as he nodded.

"Ah.. Yes. You two must be my daughter's colleague's." He said. The slightly cracked open door slid ajar, His shoulders softening and a small welcoming smile grew onto his aged face as he looked at the two slayers.

Shinobu, A woman of short stature similar to that of a mantis. She held an eternal far off gaze that seemed clouded with the salesman smile plastered onto her face like concrete. Her butterfly haori and short tied hair danced in the wind as he looked over at the other man behind her.

"Greetings.." Was all the other slayer said as he lightly bowed down to him.

Despite being taller than his colleague, He was still rather short. He had a mop of choppy black hair that looked overgrown as it covered his shadowed his face well, That and along with the bandages he used as a mask made his features nigh hidden. The only thing peeking out from over the mask was mismatched eyes.

"Ah, You must have more manners then that!" Shinobu exclaimed lightly as she giggled it off.

"I apologise for my friend here.. This is my co-worker Iguro Obanai. And yes, We're here to see Mitsuri-chan about recent events I'm sure you've been informed of?" Shinobu inquired, Tilting her head to the side while Obanai muttered something under his breath and swept his head to the side.

Mr. Kanroji nodded, His smile only dropping an inch.

"Yes.. I'm aware. You two better come in then." He nodded as he stepped a side, Raising an arm to welcome them into his abode. Shinobu smiled and thanked him as she made her way inside, Iguro following closely behind her as they entered the livingroom.

It was a cosy little room, It was homely and warm yet had enough room for a large family to move around in comfortably. It was beautifully decorated, Clean-cut furniture and masterfully painted moving doors.

It was a rather large family home, The inner walls of the house being compiled of entirely open shoji-doors revealing the wide open plan of the entire building.

"It's a nice home you have.." Iguro muttered as he made his way to the middle of the room.

"Thank you. Me and my wife are both rather house-proud.." He chuckled lightly "It's been easier to take care of since the little ones have grown bigger and gotten much more responsible. I love them all, But do they make mess I'd tell you.."

Shinobu airily laughed along with him.

"Yes! I have a few little girls who I provide for back home with me, Children are quite troublemakers aren't they?" Shinobu replied as she turned to the man.

"Aha! Isn't that the truth.." He smiled. "Though unfortunately we aren't here to talk about our kids.."

"No, Unfortunately not." Iguro confirmed, Nodding his head lightly as he started talking.

"It's about The Shrine Invasion Incident that occurred a few weeks ago, We're here to talk to Mitsuri-san about what happened when she was there and get her statement. About both the demon that attacked and the.. Casualties" Iguro explained.

Mr. Kanroji sighed.

"Yes. You're referring to [F/N], Right?" He asked.

Shinobu nodded.

"Correct. I understand that [F/N] was very close to Mitsuri-chan.. That and along with Fujimori-san of course." She said. As she did she slid a quick wink over to Mr. Kanroji and subtly signalled towards Iguro, Who didn't notice a thing.

Mr. Kanroji paused before nodding back.

"Right. Come, We can discuss this while we walk" He said. Beckoning them with his hand and turning his back and starting to walk at a leisurely pace out of the livingroom. Both slayers nodded and followed after him.

"So, Can you recall what happened when she came home?" Shinobu asked him as she trailed behind.

"Yes. It was in the early morning.. Both me and my wife were barely awake when we heard the banging on the door. When we opened it she just ran into my arms, She was hysterical and we could barely make a word out of what happened.. It was a painful sight to see.." He explained, Shaking his head.

"Ah.. I see" Shinobu said. "I'm aware that you and your wife were also quite familiar with [F/N]?"

Mr. Kanroji smiled once again yet it held none of that bright attitude he had before, It was instead blocked by a dark cloud hanging over him like a noose.

"Right.. Mitsuri and [F/N] were basically inseparable back when they were young, So much so that she was over at our place most of the time. [F/N] didn't have the best home life you see, Not that she had much of one to begin with but.. She stayed over so often, Helped out with chores and played with the younger kids so much that at points I even considered her my own. And I'm pretty sure my wife did too" Mr. Kanroji tried to play off the sombre undertone in his voice with a light-hearted giggle, Yet it was futile under the heaviness of his bleak voice.

"It was horrible when the news came to light. We both were broken up by her.. Choice of actions. But Mitsuri.. She just.. She just broke down entirely." He said. Shinobu's eyes narrowed in confusion.

Choice of actions, What he meant alluded her.

Before she could question it however he stopped at a closed door, A rarity amongst the open ones spread about the walls of the house. He turned around and looked at them with a serious expression.

"Alright then, This is it." He started as he looked down at the both of them

"Please, When you go in try to be gentle when speaking with her. Don't try to overwhelm her or make any sudden noises.. She's not in the best mental state right now." He said quietly, Nigh-whisper as he waited for their answer.

"Understood." They both said in unison.

Mr. Kanroji nodded before turning back to the door.

Raising a single fist he lightly knocked at the paper shoji door. He smiled a best as he could as he spoke.

"Pumpkin? Are you awake..?" He called out.

…

There was no answer.

Iguro shifted around uncomfortably in his stance. Mitsuri Kanroji, The woman he loved and cared for.. She wasn't anything like this. He knew her well. He knew she loved to eat, He knew the way her lip quirked when she was confused and he certainly knew she was a light sleeper.

Anything could wake her. A sneeze or the drop of a pin, Anything at all. And it was certain that she would definetly wake at the light knock on her door. For her not to answer was concerning at best. Mr. Kanroji tried once more.

"Your friends from work are here to see you.. It's about a few weeks ago.." He called out once more though this time you could hear the audible shake in his speech.

…

"Come in.."

A weak voice called out from behind the door, It was so quiet that you could barely hear it. Both Shinobu and Iguro took a glance at each other before Mr. Kanroji grabbed onto the handle and slowly slid the door open.

It was dark. That was the first thought that entered their heads as they finally saw the inside to the room, Their sole source of vision being the new light from the other side flooding in only a crack to reveal only the bare shapes of furniture inside.

"I'll leave you two to it.." Mr. Kanroji whispered as he stood behind the open door, Nodding towards the room.

"Thank you.." Shinobu replied lowly as she took the first few steps in, Iguro following closely behind as she slowly entered the abyss that was Mitsuri's room.

From what they could make out, It looked more like a guest room than it did an actual room. The source of light was the window which was meant to be open, Instead it was locked and bolted shut tight leaving their environment hard to navigate.

CLANK!

Iguro's foot hit against something on the floor, Looking down he gagged slightly.

It was a small plate of food. It looked to be a normal meal consisting of pork cutlets and a side of omurice. Though on closer inspection Iguro spied the signs of mould starting to gather up on the meat from most likely a day or two, It hadn't been touched at all.

Iguro swallowed down his bubbling concerns and tried to ignore the smell as he stepped around it.

Both Shinobu and Iguro moved towards the centrepiece of the room of which being a large futon. Growing closer they could see the shapes of several duvets and pillows scattered amongst it, Reminiscent of a crows nest from the built up barrier around the lump poking out from under one of the duvets.

Shinobu kept up her smile, Though as she moved it started to look more strained and forced like one you'd see on an advertisement or billboard.

They finally reached the futon. Both Shinobu and Iguro shuffled around the side, Avoiding scattered clothes and stray furniture as they tried to get a better look.

They could barely see anything at all, Both from the lack of light and the duvet covering the girl below it. The only thing they could make out was only the upper half of her face sticking out from under it, Lime irises staring up at both of them.

Iguro bit his tongue. He backed up a bit as his hands reached out for the window-shutters. Eyes not taken off of Mitsuri's as he opened it up, Letting the late-morning light fill the dark void of the room.

Once the sunlight bounced off the walls of the room, Shinobu's smile quickly switched down to a frown while Iguro's shoulders tensed up.

The room was much more of a mess than first thought to be. The odd scattered clothing or two turned out to be more like piles.

Uneaten meals more rotten than before were also placed about, Some on furniture, Some on the floor.

But what really put off the two was the girl they called a friend, Lying curled up in a fetal position within the bedding.

Now that the light hit her face she flinched back from the sudden exposure, Eyes clenching closed to prevent the sudden light hitting her pupils flood in. Both of them noticed the swollen red under her eyes and her stuffy nose, To which she sniffled lightly every so often.

"Mitsuri-chan.." Shinobu mumbled, Her face a practiced sympathy as she took another step forward towards the futon. She stopped however when the sudden movement of Mitsuri cut her off, Mitsuri hauling herself out from under the covers and up into a sitting position

"I.. Sorry about that.. Comfortable position and all.." Mitsuri giggled lightly. Yet the sound never quite reached her bloodshot eyes.

Coupled with the greasy tangle that was her hair and the rather shaky smile she held it was obvious to see her true self in that moment. Iguro took his turn to take a step forward.

"Mitsuri-san.. I.." He felt the words caught on his tongue once he looked down upon the painful expression of the girl in front of him. Despite lying in bed it looked like she hadn't slept for days, Weeks even.

"Y-You're here about a few weeks ago right? Were you able to look at the ruins..? F-Find anything?" Mitsuri's voice shook more than her ear to ear smile, It wasn't liked Shinobu's perfectly perfected one. No, It was instead like an unknowingly widowed wife in the ER room lobby, Waiting in ignorant bliss for what she assumed was just a cut.

Both Iguro and Shinobu shared another glance at one and other. Both having a silent conversation between the two before Shinobu turned her head back around to face Mitsuri.

"Well.. We were able to get a report back from the ruins of the shrine.." Shinobu started. Reaching within her butterfly haori she pulled out a small piece of folded paper.

Starting to unfold it she peered down and started to read.

"Lets see here.. There were more injuries than casualties.. Seventy two severely injured and thirty four deaths. Majority of the casualties being Kakushi and Lower ranked slayers.." Shinobu read out, Eyes scanning down the list.

Mitsuri slowly nodded.

"T-That's unfortunate.. I hope their families are doing okay.." Mitsuri replied softly, The first glint of genuine concern showing from behind her eyes.

"But.. Erm.." She started again.

Shinobu nodded, Sad smile painted. Mitsuri didn't have to finish her words for Shinobu to know what she meant.

"Yes.. About [F/N] and Fujimori.." The mention of the names caught Mitsuri's attention immediately, Her head perking up to give her undying regard as the glint in her eyes burned back up.

Shinobu's nose twitched, Body stiffening ever so slightly.

"..We weren't able to recover any bodies.."

The light in Mitsuri's irises started to grow, Yet it wasn't from the hope or finality of the news. Instead it was the reflection off the water starting to grow at the rims of her eyes.

Shinobu took in a deep breath and continued.

"The only trace was of Fujimori.. Which was a pool of blood located near the back of the shrine." Shinobu shook her head, Trying not to focus on Mitsuri as she continued.

"Our leading theory is that.. Well.. Fujimori was most likely eaten by the demon in question.. There was nothing left of him.." Shinobu whispered, Yet within the confines of the room it sounded like an reverberated scream to Mitsuri's ears.

And that's what broke the dam.

Mitsuri let out a quiet cry, Her shaky smile still spread wide across her face as the tears in her eyes flooded over. Rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto her lap as choked noises escaped her hoarse throat.

"Mitsuri-san-!"

Iguro instantly went into action at the first sound of her cries, He quickly moved over to her side, Sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Which was quickly dismissed by Mitsuri.

"D-Don't touch me.. Just, Please.. N-Not now.." Mitsuri wept. Iguro quickly obliged, Moving away from her on the bed as she planted her face into her palms. Shinobu looked on as she put the paper away, Eyes filled with pity.

"I.. I-I can't believe this.. I.. Why didn't I recognise the signs.. I.. D-Doesn't she remember our promise..?" She whispered. Her nails digging into her skin as she looked through the cracks of her fingers, Eyes staring off into the distance of the floor.

"She..? What do you mean by signs..?" Iguro asked lightly.

Mitsuri withdrew her face from her hands to look up at Obanai. Her eyes meeting the mismatch of his with a disbelieving gaze, Like his tongue spoke of heresy to her very own religion.

Her pained voice spoke out once again.

"F-Fujimori.. [F/N].. They.. They're the same person.. And I.." Mitsuri whispered.

Iguro's eyes widened to that of circles, He shook his head adamantly and responded quick to her.

"No.. That's impossible. Fujimori and [F/N] look completely different, How could they be the same?" Iguro asked. His soft voice was still present yet there was an edge to it, A sharp confusion and bafflement at her words.

Mitsuri didn't listen to him, It was like he wasn't even there.

"I-I knew it was there.. I really did but I just.. I-I just ignored them.. If I had tried just a little harder.. I-If I just.." Mitsuri's voice seemed to break down into children's babble, Ranting off under her breath about this and that Iguro just couldn't understand.

He took a step closer.

"Mitsuri.. Please, Tell me what you mean.." Iguro asked softly. He lowered down onto a single knee to match her eye level, Pleading silently with her to tell him.

Mitsuri mumbled something so quiet, So incomprehensible that neither Iguro nor Shinobu could hear.

"What did you say..?"

Mitsuri's lip quivered. Bloodshot eyes staring back at him with that disfigured smile still on her face. Her voice only turning up a single notch as they were finally able to make out what she said.

"[F/N].. S-She killed herself."

Shinobu's frown sharpened into a tight-lipped grimace. Iguro's brows furrowed, His bandaged mask concealing his parted lips, Information still processing in his mind.

"I-If I just tried a little harder.. If I just made sure she was okay, Said hello or just.. Just ask her what was wrong.. S-She would've still been here with me.. I.. I did this.. I-I shouldn't of let go of her hand, I shouldn't of let go.."

Mitsuri's gaze was Far-off as she stared back into the vivid face of [F/N] appearing in her mind. The blank eyes so dull like she was nothing more than a caricature of her true self, The tried and true smile, The angle of her nose and the dimensions of her face.

All of it she tried so hard to cling onto. Grasping desperately at the memory, Begging with whatever god was up there. Pleading with whatever was listening that she wouldn't forget her face.

Yet as she continued to imagine her face, It faded further and further away from her grasp. Already blurring into a distant memory along with the warmth of her hand drifting away from her palms.

Iguro looked back at her. His heart felt like it was twisting and turning inside him, Hurting at the sight of the woman he held so close to it.

The new information felt so unsolved in his mind, He doubted it. Yet the raw grief that was coming from Mitsuri in front of him made it seem so real. Yet, He needed to question it once more.

Though before he could, He felt a small tap on his shoulder. Looking up only to come face to face with Shinobu.

"Iguro-san.. I think you should go wait outside." Shinobu said. Her voice suddenly serious, A side of which was barely shown through her friendly disguise.

He looked back at her and she stared back down at him with an unwavering gaze.

Iguro nodded slowly before getting up from his kneeling position. As he quietly moved out of the room he took only a single glance back at the two of them, All before opening the door and exiting the room.

As soon as the door slid shut Shinobu made her move, Head turning towards Mitsuri who looked up at her with the gaze of a wounded animal.

"Mitsuri-san.. These are massive claims, I don't mean to be insensitive but could you explain to me what happened? According to reports you were rather hysterical, Both from the handmaiden escorting you out and the various people you asked about [F/N]'s whereabouts." Shinobu asked. Voice levelled and calm, Her friendly self back up with a small smile to contrast her words.

Mitsuri didn't waste anytime for a shaky hand to extend out behind her towards her pillow, Reaching under it she carefully fished out a worn piece of paper. It was folded several times and looked rather worn from first sights.

Shinobu carefully plucked it out of her hands once it was offered. Carefully unfolding the flaps she held it in her hands and started to read.

Mitsuri sat there uncomfortably on the bed despite the mountain of pillows and blankets surrounding her. She had stopped crying at this point but by no means did that make her okay.

Her form was trembling as if she was in the middle of a hailing blizzard. She felt as if she wasn't in her body, Like she was just looking through the vision of someone else entirely while she was just a spectator within her own mind.

Shinobu's glassy eyes scanned over the paper, Carefully reading over every line with upmost delicacy as her gaze descended downwards.

She reached the bottom, The finality of the signature registering in her mind.

Shinobu was quiet.

But after a moment, She let out a single sigh.

"I see.. Well.. That's unfortunate.." Was all she said. She refolded up the paper in her hands and sitting it down on the windowsill.

Suddenly brought back into her own body, Mitsuri's head snapped over to look up at Shinobu. Her mouth going agape along with her eyes as she looked up in disbelief.

"..Is that all you have to say?" Mitsuri asked. [F/N]'s note, Her very last words written down onto a carefully made parchment. The story of her life, The words she could never express to anyone aloud yet scribed down with her entire heart and soul put onto this single letter.

And Shinobu just shook it off, Like it was absolutely nothing.

"Well.. It's an unfortunate turn of events, Taking one's life always is. Though I do have to admit I never saw it coming.." Shinobu said, That same tone of plain apathy dripped off every syllable and hit Mitsuri like acid as she stood up.

"H-How could you?" Mitsuri gawked. Her unstable footsteps numb from hours of not walking as she took a few steps toward Shinobu.

"[F/N] was your friend too.. You're the only other Hashira who ever knew about the truth.. She.. S-She trusted you.." Mitsuri exclaimed, Her previous cries starting to boil and hiss into a rising anger as her face twisted into an ugly expression.

Shinobu's shoulders raised as she looked back at her, The anger on Mitsuri being a completely foreign view. She wasn't even acting like herself anymore, [F/N] really meant that much to her..

"Yes.. She did." Shinobu agreed "I'm not trying to say-"

"You don't need to say anything, Y-You're making it clear enough!" Mitsuri butted in. Her arms raising to hug her self as she feverishly shook her head, Trying to keep herself calm.

"T-This isn't just my fault.. This is yours too. This is everyone's fault.." Mitsuri heaved. Her breathing picked up speed as her overgrown nails dug into her elbows, Backing up a bit as she did.

"Mitsuri-san.. You're not yourself right now, You're still in the grieving process. You don't mean what you're saying.." Shinobu said.

Mitsuri looked back up at her, Sheer rage burning inside her eyes like infernoes

"H-How many of the Hashira actually liked [F/N]..? How many of them insulted her every time she was late to a meeting? How many snide looks.. How many nasty comments, Shinobu? T-Tell me.. How many?" Mitsuri choked out. Shinobu could feel the strain as it did.

"I.. I don't kn-"

"How many?!" Mitsuri yelled, Her voice shaking the very walls of the room she was in. Quickly turning away from Shinobu, Her hands grasped both sides of her head catching strands of messy hair in-between them.

"[F/N] never harboured any true resentment towards anyone! S-She may not of been on time or handled her duties well but she cared for every last one of us, A-And the only thing she got in return was scorn.." Mitsuri at this point broke down into strangled sobs. She hugged herself tighter as Shinobu could only watch her.

"G-Get out.. Y-You did this, We both did.. But.. Y-You don't even care at all…" Mitsuri ordered. Turning her back on Shinobu as she tried to reach out a hand to her.

"Mitsu-"

"GET OUT!" Mitsuri screamed, Turning back to Shinobu with a high-pitched wail as it faded back into soft cries. Mitsuri fell back onto her bed, Pulling her knees up to her chest and pressing her face into them.

Shinobu didn't need to be told twice. She turned her back and walked away towards the door.

However she stopped once her hand gripped onto the handle.

"Mitsuri-san.. Just for the record, I may not show it but I do care for [F/N].. She really was my friend and trusted comrade. I don't mean to be indifferent.. I am not at all.. I.. I really will miss her a lot. Me and the rest of the Hashira may not have favoured her at points, But she was still apart of our ranks and was our comrade.. We.. We all grieve in our own ways.. And I promise you.. One day, We will get vengeance on the demon who did this.. We'll avenge her, I promise you."

That was all Shinobu said. Mitsuri lifted her head from her shins but she couldn't see Shinobu's expression. Her back to hers, Mitsuri could only see her high shoulders shake and the grip on the sliding door tighten.

But it faded almost immediately. Shinobu slid the door open and stepped out.

Closing it over and walking away.

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Heavy yet light footsteps hit the rickety wood in quick succession, Each step taking no time to waste as [F/N] kept running faster and faster along the spiderweb docks.

[F/N] had to plan her movements in advance, The dock was hard to navigate with branches ending at random and others looping straight back around in the opposite direction. If she wasn't careful she could be thrown overboard at any moment, And she didn't want to find out whether the bioluminescent water was safe or not.

It felt like she had been running for hours, The infinite sky showing no sign of an end or exit in sight. But [F/N] knew it had to of only been half an hour or so, Otherwise she would of already collapsed.

Kokushibo was nowhere to be seen. Once [F/N] had taken off running she thought he would be dead on her tail, Chasing her down for even daring to leave whatever he had planned for her.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at upperrank one.. Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.."

Was he delusional? Out of his mind? Or could he be manipulating her with some so-crazy-it-works method. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, The name meant absolutely nothing at all. Her older brother he called himself, There was simply no way in hell that could of been true.

He was a centuries old demon, Whatever parents gave birth to him would of died a good long while ago. It was impossible that they could've been related but..

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.."

Maybe, Just maybe she shared some resemblance to the sister he had as a human. And maybe she shared the same first name as she did. And when he saw said resemblance, Somehow in his mind he had decided that they were the same person and then decided to spare and kidnap her away to this cold hell.

Even then that was baffling on its own.

[F/N] had saw from first hand experience how a demon would rip apart its own siblings, Parents or children just for another meal. Demon's had no sentimental attachment to much of anything, Especially not people.

So why? Why would he do this, Kidnap her away and try to feign an act of familiarity with her? Demons don't do that, They don't think that way. [F/N] swallowed back a lump in her throat.

How much did his sister mean to him? Was she really that important that he would still hold affection towards her?

But either way he wasn't anywhere at all.

No noises, Glimpses or auras. Nothing.

She had no time to dwell on it, She chided herself for getting distracted over a demon. Run now think later. The prospect of escaping whatever pocket dimension she had been siphoned to was vivid in her mind, A yearning feeling brought back to the primal desire for survival as she kept going and going.

Her abdomen hurt too, Every time she moved it felt like a needle jabbing into her side. She tried her best to ignore the pain however, She couldn't let it stop her now, Not since she got this far.

But then it hit her.

Why was she trying so hard to escape?

Her sprint faltered only a little as the thought crossed through her mind. Her lip upturned. Why was she trying so hard?

[F/N] wanted to die. She wanted to find an end for months, To get it over and done with and get out of everyone's way. To stop being such a stain on the Hashira and a burden on the corps. She had no use, No worth or redeemable qualities.

She may of killed a thousand of their kind, She may of been given the title of being the strongest Hashira but that name weighed down on her shoulders like steel blocks.

It wasn't a title, It was an expectation.

And [F/N] couldn't live up to it, She didn't even want to live at all. So why was she running? Why didn't she throw herself into the docks or go back to slaughterhouse behind her? Why was her body so insistent on continuing?

Because.. Because.. She wanted to die, Not be tortured. That's the reason. If she was here then it was obvious she was wanted alive, If she did try to throw herself off then whose to say Kokushibo wouldn't be watching her right now and prevent her from doing so?

If she was here he might be wanting information, The location of the Ubuyashiki estate. This entire 'dead little sister' thing was just a manipulation tactic to get it out of her! And once he realised she wasn't falling for it he'd resort to more violent methods.

Yes, That's the reason.

Turning around another dock and searching for a path she stared out into the open distance of a void. Her heart burned, There had to be an escape. She was so tired, She felt like she was going to collapse any second.

And that's when she saw it.

In the distance, Staring off into the vastness of the void she could make out a vague shape settled amongst the darkness.

Her eyes sparked up, Lit aflame as she spied her saving grace, The light at the end of the tunnel. Something had finally changed after running for so long.

Her pace picked up along with her breathing, Her breaths turning into light wheezes under her normal rhythm as she took far strides.

Sweat beads dripped down from her brow and stained her jinbei, Everything burned. Muscles ached but she kept moving forwards, Kept going faster and faster towards the building in the distance, Getting closer and closer.

Keep going, Almost there.. I can do this- I can escap-!

[F/N] stopped in her tracks.

Her sprint jittered down until she was completely still, Fixed on place to the dock as she stared up towards the building, One now looming over her like a guillotine.

It.. It was her shrine.

Towering over her was the behind of the shrine, The other side from which she came from. The walls, tiles, Wooden frames and the closed shut windows. Her eyes scanned over it in disbelief, The realisation crashing into her.

She had done a full circle, She had just came back from the way she came.

T-This can't be true.. How could this be-!

[F/N] felt her heart fall into her stomach along with her knee's collapsing to the ground, Finally giving out from exhaustion as her eyes were still locked on the shrine.

Her knees hit the wooden docks, Splinters digging into her bare shins as she felt all hope leave her body. She had been running for so long, The docks didn't loop or go in a circle, If it did she would of known. But how was she back here? How?

Heart drumming faster in her chest her head felt light and airy as if she was thousands of feet in the air. Nausea creeping up her throat and unsettling her stomach even more than it already was. As she felt herself fade, She had only one thought.

How.. How is this fair?

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Kokushibo walked slowly down the wooden step-way of the shrine it surrounded.

Taking a few careful steps down the stairway he felt the weight of it depress under him, Reaching the bottom he peered over from the corner he stood next to.

He watched the body of his younger sister collapse onto the dock, Her chest raising and lowering rapidly as if she was starved of air. Her hair was a mess along with her clothing and general appearance.

It was nothing he didn't expect however. He knew she would tire herself out eventually, Run until she couldn't and fall down onto the ground. He knew it would happen, And he couldn't help but feel a sense of catharsis out of it.

He stalked up towards her, All until he was staring down at her defeated form in front of him. Kneeling down with her neck exposed, Easily cut and easy to wring at any given moment.

In any other scenario this would of been a sort of guilty pleasure, The way life was held within his hands felt so electrifying. He never took time on making people grovel before him, He never saw the need to.

He was after strength, To stay eternally strong forever. Not to make insignificant and weak human beings bow down to him.

But he couldn't deny the way he dictated human life with the edge of his blade felt great. And it tasted even better once he bit into their throats, Tearing out their jugular giving them no time to scream as the sweet nectar of their blood hit his tongue.

It was empowering. But, It was different in this scenario.

He didn't feel any sense of power over the girl in front of him, Not the way he usually would anyways. As he looked over her broken form the only thing that he felt was.. Pity.

"Are you done now..? Have you tired yourself out..?" Kokushibo asked in that usual monotone voice. He sounded as if he didn't care, As if his sister lying stray on the dock meant absolutely nothing to him. But he knew that wasn't the case.

[F/N] didn't answer, It seemed as if she had fainted.

Again, It was predictable. She had just woken up after sustaining injury and had used all her energy to try and run away, Only to collapse right back at the place she had tried to escape from.

Kokushibo gritted his teeth slightly. This wasn't how he thought this was going to go.

He assumed that she remembered him. Throughout the time he had taken her, Cared for her wound and nursed her back to health he had heard murmurs from within her sleep. Places, Memories and names only she should of known was what she mumbled in her unconscious state.

He assumed that as soon as she had awoken she would remember him, Feel just as elated as he was at their reunion.

But now he knew that wasn't the case, And if he was being honest? It made him angry.

Kokushibo kneeled down. Reaching his arms out he scooped up her limp body into his arms to settle her within them.

He got up and examined her face, Her eyes and her hair. Every angle and dimension of her face he surveyed left and right. This was her, Everything just lined up too perfectly not to be.

Same name, Same face and Haori. Not to mention that she spoke his name once.

Kokushibo held onto her tighter as he started to walk away with her in his arms. He moved up the stairway careful not to drop her. He moved quickly yet steadily towards the entrance of the shrine.

Entering the building and shutting the door behind him with his foot and made his way up to the second floor where her bedroom was located.

Once he got there he slid open the shoji door, Letting the aquamarine flood the shadows of her room as he walked towards her futon.

Setting her down onto the mattress and tucking her in the duvet with the utmost care, He looked at her once more.

Kokushibo was angry. He truly was livid. The mere fact that she didn't even remember him angered him, Even more so once she called him a monster. He loathed the way he felt his heart wretch in that moment.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her. A part of him wanted to dispose of her, To get rid of her entirely. She was a weakness, Something Kokushibo just could not afford.

But the much larger, Louder part of him detested this with all he had. As the thought of killing her entered his mind he felt disgusted, Horrified at the mere imagining of her being harmed.

She was the only person who ever loved him more than Yorichii. The one person who saw him for himself instead of his brother, She admired him. She loved him. How could he bring himself to hurt her? Kokushibo took in a deep breath, The anger kept at bay as he smiled lightly at her unconscious state.

Even if she didn't remember him, That doesn't mean she won't in due time. The pieces of the puzzle were already there, They were just waiting to be solved is all. Even if she had some 'new life' or whatever may have happened to her. Maybe.. No.. It didn't matter, She was here. That's what mattered.

He breathed out once more. 'Her new life', It felt so wrong as he thought about it. Kokushibo found her as a Hashira of all things, One he had struck down as a man like a god to a heretic.

Gods, He had questions. He had so many questions.

How was she here back with him? How did she become an entirely different person while fighting him? Where did she learn or how would he get her to remember him? Hundreds of questions rushed through his head. Possibilities and chances.

He tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. He had many questions, And he'll get answers eventually when she was awake.

His little sister was finally brought back to him. The one who died in his arms and the one he would never let go of again. She'll learn to accept her fate here, Understand she has nowhere to run. She'll understand her place was here with him, Her big brother.

He'd crush whatever rebellious phase she was going through, Whatever disobedient little chapter of life she was going through right now. Insulting him, Running away..

He breathed out, Trying to keep away the bloodlust at the thought of her escaping.

She was safe now, And that's all that matters.

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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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So @demonicpansexual wanted me to do like a challenge like make a fic off a picture

So yeah

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Takemichi had a secret.

Well it wasn't a secret but it was for the host club.

Takemichi, the hosts clubs only beta amongst alphas had an Omega Brother who went to the public high school by their apartment.

Takemichi had been doing everything in his power to keep the club from visiting his apartment, not wanting them to bother (name).

But luck wasn't on his side.

Knock knock knock.

Takemichi grumbled as he stumbled to open the door, it was far too early for this.

Oh it was far too early to deal with what he was looking at.

There stood the host club in all its glory, Shinichiro smiling as he held a box of Taiyaki as Mikey tried sneakily grabbing it to no success.

Takemichi liked Shinichiro, he was the hosts clubs big brother.

What he didn't like was all of them busting into his apartment like they owned it.

"It's smaller than I expected" Ran commented bluntly as he and Rindō looked at all the niknaks and such around the house "got a lot of puzzles"

"What do you guys want...? It's our day off" takemichi grumbled as Mikey smiled "exactly! So we came to hang out! Aren't you happy mitchy?" The blond said happily but takemichi had seen him fight his elder and Shinchiros younger brother and knew there was more behind that smile.

"I'm actually bu--"" takemichi, why are you so loud?" A voice broke out and closest to Koko a sliding door opened to reveal a half awake teen in a large T-shirt and sweat pants, rubbing his eyes tiredly "oh, you have guests?" (Name) mumbled calmly as he looked at the strangers who stared at him wide eyed.

Before the host club stood one of the most attractive omegas they had ever seen, rubbing his eyes tiredly before sleepily bowing and greeting them then walking to the kitchen.

"Oh, excuse me" (name) said softly to Draken who just stepped aside, stunned by the Omega who was too sleepy to really process the people around him.

(Name) grabbed a refillable water bottle and filled it up before stumbling back to the bedroom to most likely continue sleeping.

"Who...was that?" Koko asked almost dumbfounded and Takemichi sighed "that's my brother (name)" he said begrudgingly introduced and the host club members glanced at each other in a form of challenge.

Takemichi had a feeling it would be a long day.

It wasn't until an hour later when (name) fully woke and got dressed, stretching bad cracking his back fully ready to see the world.

"Michi! I'm gonna head to the m...arket" (name) looked at the group of men before him confused "I feel like I'm missing something" "these guys are the host club, you met them earlier but knowing your memory when you're tired you probably forgot" takemichi teased, causing his brother to stick his tongue out to the other.

'cute' was what the host club thought "we brought Taiyaki and a few other treats, would you like to join us?" Shinichiro asked kindly, smiling with his host club smile but that didn't have much effect on (name) so the haitanis dragged him down to sit with them.

"Takemichi didn't mention a brother ~" Ran said flirtatiously as he gently shoved a macaron into (name)s mouth, the Omega nibbling on it "well did you ever ask about his family?" (Name) asked bluntly, the Omega had dealt with alphas on a regular.

These games didn't work on him.

"Well uh.." Draken started but (name) just sighed at this, of course they didn't "what about my brother do you guys know?"

"He likes chips!"

"And puzzles!"

"And he has a cute brother!"

These were all very surface level facts, Things anyone would learn about him by talking to him after maybe twenty minutes if you ask questions.

Shinichiro saw the disheartened and disappointed look on (name)s face and spoke up "he's also very strong willed and determined, he doesn't give up till he succeeds"

(Name) seemed pleased at this and everyone glared at Shinichiro for gaining favor with (name).

"So (name), did you apply to ouran?" Koko asked curiously and (name) shook his head "nah, wasn't really interested and besides Michi had a way better chance than me if that sounds believable"

The host club was a little disheartened at (name)s blasé attitude about himself but the Omega just glanced at the wall clock "I need to head to the market to get dinner, I will be right back!"

And like that (name) left.

They barely saw him rush and leave.

"He's surprisingly fast" takemichi jokes slightly "sorry about him talking down about himself, Omega classes apparently do numbers to one's self esteem" he continued but the host club looked confused "Omega classes?" Mikey asked curiously and takemichi was bewildered.

"Omega classes, you know the classes omegas take to become "proper" omegas, the thing our Omega classmates go to last period" takemichi explained and realization dawned on them "the only difference is the omegas at our school have been trained to be perfect unlike my brother who like most kids, lived like beta's till they hit 12-14 then kind of pushed into a role they are completely unfamiliar with"

The host club processed this and that's when they realized, where's Koko?

"You know you didn't have to come with me" (name) said as he put items in the basket "eh, it's alright and it's not safe to let a cutie like you be alone" Koko said as the two wandered the store "so what are you planning on making?"

"Oh! I'm making (food), I just needed to get a few ingredients" (name) said softly "those are a lot of ingredients" Koko comments and (name) laughs slightly "well we have guests so I'm making enough for everyone" (name) explained "now what should we make for dessert, I'm thinking (dessert)"

Koko smiled at the omega who took charge, following him like a lost puppy as the rest of the host club watched.

"My brother is so responsible" takemichi said teary eyed and the host club agreed.

He was really responsible, he would make an excellent mate.

The host club couldn't keep hidden well and eventually bothered (name) by adding stuff to his basket, Draken taking it from his hands once it got a bit heavy and Koko paying for it "don't worry about it" and takemichi was surprised seeing as Koko made Shinichiro pay him back for a soda once.

But he was happy his brother was happy around the host club.

Even if they were trying to court him.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #ohshc au

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jellymichi-andco · 4 months ago

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CG! MITSUYA+DRAKEN AND LITTLE! TAKEMICHI SHORT FIC

[Not beta read, may be typos]

Mitsuya wasn't aware that his 'big brother senses', as some of the other founders teasingly called it, were something that could basically blare in his head like some sort of siren. At least he wasn't aware until a dazed-looking Takemichi silently grabbed onto the purplet's left ring and pinky fingers and just stood beside and slightly behind the aforementioned while Draken and Mitsuya both looked at him in confusion.

The meeting welcoming Valhalla as new sixth division and promoting Takemichi to captain had newly dismissed so it was only the admins and the twin dragons had been talking about going for a ride when it happened. Takemichi had been so quiet walking up that Mitsuya slightly flinched in surprise when he felt the faux blond's hand curl around his fingers but his mind yelled that this wasn't a teenager beside him, it was a child the same age as Mana. Mitsuya couldn't begin to guess why he just went with it.

His right hand moved up to Takemichi's head and ruffled through the pompadour, feeling Takemichi relax slightly. Mitsuya's confusion shifted to worry at how dazed those ocean eyes looked but didn't want to question it too deeply here around everyone and especially not with Takemichi in this state.

"Hey kiddo, you okay?" Mitsuya tested the nickname, Draken giving him an even more confused look than they'd both given Takemichi but purple eyed captain looked at the vice commander as if to say 'hold on, I want to see something'.

"Mm-mmh, 'm stressed" Takemichi's mumble as he shook his head slightly was low but they both could hear clear as day that child-like tone. That kicked Draken into the same feeling as Mitsuya that this was more like interacting with a child.

"You wanna talk about it, kid?" Draken asked and they watched Takemichi bite his bottom lip as if needing something to chew on. The ocean eyed male shook his head again before settling his temple against the edge of Mitsuya's shoulder. His own left hand came up in a loose fist and rubbed at his eyes in a poor attempt to rub the daze, tiredness, or maybe both from his eyes. Every movement he made radiated 'young child' and both twin dragons could tell.

"Do you want us to go hang out at your house? Draken and I can tell you cool stories about being delinquents?" Mitsuya gave a small fond smile to Takemichi that only grew more fond when those blue eyes got sleepily bright with childish awe as Takemichi looked at Mitsuya and nodded quickly like a kid wanting a bedtime story. Draken chuckled and held his keys out.

"Think you can hold onto these for me until we get down to our bikes, kid?" Draken jingled the keys which grew a smile from Takemichi who grabbed them and immediately began fidgeting with them looking like he'd just been given the greatest gift on earth. "Do you want to be carried?"

Takemichi nodded and Draken made easy work of picking up the new captain and holding him close.

"Hey guys, we're gonna head out" Mitsuya called out while Takemichi eased into Draken and continued playing with the keys. Eyes turned to them and then specifically to Takemichi.

"Is he okay?" Kisaki asked. On one hand, he and Takemichi were rivals, yes. On the other hand, Takemichi was just as human as him and Kisaki respected the guy at least a bit so of course he was going to make sure Takemichi was okay.

"Yeah just tired as all hell. Mitsuya and I are taking him home so he doesn't go passing out on the way" Draken chuckled and made sure to bite his tongue on any heavier swearing so this child-michi wouldn't go repeating it. They received nods and the twin dragons walked off with Takemichi being held to Draken's front supported by the black eyed male's right arm and with Draken's left hand rubbing up and down Takemichi's back.

"Hey Michi, could you tell us how old you are?" Draken asked once they reached the parking lot and realized it was empty but their bikes. He and Mitsuya hoped for an answer beneath ten so they knew what age this sort of mental state was and not just an iteration of Takemichi's physical age. They watched Takemichi seem to count on his fingers before looking up at Draken with a slightly proud smile.

"I just turned four" The timeleaper said and Draken huffed a small and very fond laugh.

"Well happy late birthday, tiny tot." The teen with braided hair snerked and laughed quietly when he immediately got a pout in return.

"Well I'm gonna be a big delinquent super hero when I grow up which is cooler than a normal delinquent, so-" Takemichi stuck his tongue out and Mitsuya grinned slightly. Both founders honestly liked this side of Takemichi simply because he immediately felt like their little brother.

"You're gonna be a hell of a lot cooler then" Mitsuya was naturally happy to be a big brother so he was slightly glowing as he encouraged the regressed teen. Tired and chilsh giggles escaped the faux blond and both twin dragons took insane pride over it.

#hanagaki takemichi #takemichi hanagaki #mitsuya takashi #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokrev #tokrev agere #tokyorev #agere community #age regressor #age regression #sfw agere #agere blog

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sleepy-grav3 · 11 months ago

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Burnout - Uramichi x Kikaku

A/N: I love my brain... love it so.. so much...

Summary: Kikaku, after pulling a much too stressful all nighter after all nighter, ended up collapsing and landing his face right on Uramichi's lovely man boobs! Kikaku then decides to just go along with it, soon having Uramichi show another side of him, a side he thankfully couldn't go up against.

Tw: Swears, fluff, sorta kidnapping?

A/N: Not really much romance but uh... it hints at it a bit?

“Uramichi! Hey!” Derekida exclaimed as he jogged over.

Uramichi’s eyes lost all life in them.

“Damn it.”

“So I was wondering if you-”

“Ura… Urami.. Mnmnmmmgh…”

The 2 turned to the walking corpse that was heading over to Uramichi, mumbling something incoherent. The zombie swayed and Uramichi stepped forward but stopped when the said zombie aggressively regained his balance.

The zombie swayed once more anyway, making Uramichi take another step, but the zombie did the exact same thing as before.

Yet another sway and Derekida sweatdropped as Uramichi just continued to walk before freezing up at the wide-eyed expression of clear exhaustion the zombie had.

“Ura… michi…”

“Y-yes?”

Before he could say more, Kikaku fell forward, his face landing right on Uramichi’s pecs. Kikaku groaned, staying still and not bothering to move as he closed his eyes and seemed to doze off.

“Kikaku? A-are you ok? Kikaku?”

“WELL!”

Uramichi flinched from the sudden shout of the director, forgetting that he was even there for a moment.

“I was about to say if you can go and help the merchandise crew out! I guess he really came to you, I just knew you were the right person, Uramichi-chan!”

“Chan??”

“Bye now!”

Uramichi looked down at Kikaku. It looked like he was barely able to stand… In fact, Kikaku is actually taller than him by 3 cm, so he shouldn’t be able to rest his head on his chest unless he was… falling…

Uramichi quickly caught Kikaku, but that was a trap as Kikaku jumped into his arms, and clung to him like some koala. Uramichi grunted, lips thinning at the sudden weight.

“Kikaku…?”

“Carry me to the room. I don’t think I can walk anymore… so fucking tired…”

“Right…”

Poor Uramichi…….

Anyway!

As Uramichi carried this zombified koala, he noticed that the man took it as a time to take a quick nap. Kikaku unconsciously snuggled up at the crook of URamichi’s neck, soft breaths tickling Uramichi a bit.

A door to his heart creaked open just a bit.

“Kikaku, we’re here.”

“Nngh… Ok…”

Kikaku didn’t move for a moment, but then sighed and pulled away from the warmth Uramichi provided.

“Right so… I need you to draw something… And.. ugh.. Sorry… I can’t really focus at the moment..”

“It’s fine.. Is the deadline for tomorrow again?”

“Yyyep! And I need you to draw something with the macarons. Bonjour Man was a hit but I have no idea how to make that stupid face or the bird or whatever to be incorporated in this. We have Kumao. We have Usao. We don’t have you. Just… just come up with something. Whatever you do will be great…”

“Kikaku…”

A door to his heart creaked open a bit more.

“Do you like saying my name or something? Should I get the tape?”

Uramichi guided Kikaku to a seat and went to get some paper and grab a pen since nobody had pencils around anymore. He sat back down willingly (what a shocker!) and started to draw his literal nightmare from a while back. Kotori-san inside the macaron.

Odd enough, people seem to adore his night terrors, so might as well go for it-

“I finished… the drawing..”

Uramichi looked over, seeing Kikaku with his head in his arms, asleep.

“Kikaku, I finished the drawing. Please wake up.”

“Hm? Right… kay..”

Kikaku struggled to finish up whatever he had to do, and Uramichi decided to actually stay in his spot.

“So uh… after this do you… After this, are you going to head home and um.. sleep?”

Kikaku paused for a moment before cranking his head slowly to stare at Uramichi. The gymnast shivered under the former’s gaze.

“Sleep? What sleep? I’m going to bang this out early so I can have a day off while still being paid. So go on. Run away.”

Uramichi jumped, pursing his lips and getting up hesitantly. Kikaku simply looked back at his computer, typing and clicking. Uramichi took a few slow steps, heart beating rapidly as he expected to hear the sound of duct tape behind him. Instead, he just heard more clicking. He stopped by the door for a moment, hand already turning the knob enough to push it to open. He was free to leave and yet…

“How much work do you have left?” Uramichi asked, not turning to look at his coworker.

“An hour worth of agony.” Kikaku mindlessly answered, though not as aggressively as he usually spoke.

“Does the work save automatically?”

“With how often the boss forgets to save anything he comes across, I have to.”

Uramichi let go of the knob and spun around, speeding over and grabbing Kikaku’s wrists. He pulled the latter’s hands away from the keyboard with his left hand, the other hand going to the mouse and logging out.

“What the hell are you doing?! I just had-”

Kikaku froze, looking up at Uramichi’s face to see a blank stare. The one he often saw when Usahara angered him. Shockingly, he never actually saw it being used towards him before. If anything, it was the other way around. Being the target of the stare made him shiver. It was out of place. Disturbing.

He pursed his lips, letting the strength in his arms decrease and not bothering to fight back as Uramichi turned off the computer and stacked some of his stuff. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back anymore, Uramichi let go and placed the stuff into a bag Kikaku had under the table.

Putting the strap over his head to make it cross over his chest, he turned to Kikaku and picked him up, holding him the exact way he had before.

“Woah-! Hey! What the actual fuck are you thinking?! I ain’t some kid-”

Uramichi’s free hand pressed Kikaku’s head onto his shoulder, making the tired man’s breath hitch.

“It’s late, you should sleep.”

“I don’t need to-”

“Sleep.”

That blank stare made Kikaku freeze up again. He stopped resisting once more as he closed his eyes, feeling Uramichi walk out of the room.

It was weird to see this side of the gym rat. Uramichi was usually more on the timid side around him, almost like a puppy whenever he wasn’t. Sometimes he wished Uramichi wouldn’t act like he’s walking on eggshells around him.

He was doing that now. Kikaku got his wish. And as much as some people would regret asking for this… he couldn’t help but feel his stomach fill with butterflies and his cheeks warm. He buried his face in the crook of Uramichi’s neck, which made the latter flinch and shiver. He could feel Kikaku’s lips forming a smile before he started to chuckle.

“But even when he speaks his mind, he’s still jumpy.”

Kikaku let out a long exhale before his breaths evened out at a slow pace. Uramichi shivered once more with the breaths that hit his neck, but ignored it as he walked the pathway to his apartment.

“I think this is the calmest I’ve seen him.” He looked at Kikaku for a moment, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “It would be nice to see this more often.”

Uramichi laid Kikaku on his bed, quickly removing all of the Kotori dolls nearby that Kikaku had forcefully sent. Kikaku had woken up a bit, seeing Uramichi above him as he reached for yet another one of those nightmarish birds. His hand shot up, grabbing onto Uramichi’s shirt and pulling him down beside him, too close but… somehow, not to their discomfort.

It wasn’t that Kikaku wasn’t able to control himself, it was more like he passed delusional at this point. It was comfortably warm when Uramichi was carrying him compared to the currently cold bed. He knew that Uramichi was going to take out one of his futons soon. He knew he had some when he had overheard Usahara talking about the sleepover he had with Uramichi once with Kumatani, who had said that he went against his will.

He was perfectly able to prevent this situation from happening. The situation of them lying side by side on a twin sized bed. Well, sort of. It if wasn’t for Uramichi’s reflexes that made him hold himself up, he would’ve landed on Kikaku.

“Ignore the stupid birds. I’m tired.”

“T-that’s fine, but I need to-”

It was clear that his stern attitude was gone now. It seems reality had got to him on the walk to the apartment. Something about that left a bad taste in Kikaku’s mouth.

“I wish he stood his ground with me more. Do I really have to do everything?”

Kikaku shuffled to the side a bit, yanking Uramichi’s arm so that he hit the mattress. From there, Kikaku shuffled a bit closer until his forehead rested against Uramichi’s pecs. It was tempting to move even closer, as his pecs were magnificent.

“I should pretend to trip sometime.”

Uramichi attempted to get away, but Kikaku quickly intertwined their legs and put an arm around him before staring at Uramichi intensely with wide eyes.

“You said I should sleep. So let me sleep.”

Uramichi flinched before letting out a sigh in defeat, curling forward a bit.

“S-sweet dreams…”

“... you too..”

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A/N: Well... that was fun. I finished another one, yay. It's not that romantic, it never really is. I'll make something that actually screams romance at one point though, I swear. When? No clue. But it'll happen one day. My brain will make sure it does each time I look back and the idea will eventually haunt my dreams like Kotori does to Uramichi.

#uramichi oniisan #kikaku hanbee #Uramichi x Kikaku #fluff?

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empressofthesunwriter · 5 months ago

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Kill La Hero: 19

In the lottery of Quirk’s Michi got on really special and annoying one. A living, sarcastic ribbon named Ares, who puts her into superpowered revealing outfits. But this won't stop the girl from fulfilling her dream of being a hero! Just watch her!

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

Chapter 19: The Startlinie

Two days after the Sports Festival it was time to return back to normalcy aka. School!

Michi and Izuku rode the full train to school, both pretending that they weren't turned on by being so close to the other.

Since Michi was taller than him her breasts were at the perfect height to Izuku's head and thanks to the rattling of the train, his face fell quite often in it.

This was followed up by a blushing red and hidden nosebleed apology from the boy, while the girl repeated it was not his fault and it was okay.

More than okay.

"As long it's you Izuku, I don't mind!", told Michi, which didn't help Izuku's boner at all.

His head slammed into the gutter, which made him rattle like a teakettle, as Michi herself rubbed her legs since she was also aroused.

They still hadn't talked about it.

About the moment at the Sports Festival when Izuku proclaimed he wanted to stay forever on Michi's side.

It just heightens the tension between them.

After a few minutes and other collisions, Michi has enough.

She wraps her arm around Izuku's waist to stable him.

"Michi-Kun what?"

"It's better this way, you bouncing all few seconds against my breasts hurts after a while.", she explained.

Yeah, her pussy was on fire!

He blicked with his pretty eyes before he wrapped his arm around Michi's waist.

Okay, she didn't expect this.

"Izu-Chan?"

The boy blushed, yet he said without stuttering: "So we can hold each other and don't fall. Also, we cuddle often enough, it's just like that, right?"

Stupified Michi nodded.

Well, if he thought so then...!

She laid her head over his and breathed in his sandalwood and jasmine smell.

Now Izuku blushed, yet he placed his head better under her chin and started to fiddle with his phone.

Just pretending this was normal and not that he wanted to go on his knees and beg Michi to be his girlfriend.

And do other things.

No, sir, no!

That's when a man talked to them: "Excuse me excuse me! You are Massaro from the hero course, first place! Congratulations! Also to you too Midorya, good job at the sports festival!"

The two got formally bombarded with congratulations.

"You were in the top eight, right?"

"Ah, I can't believe the winner is riding our train!"

"You were so cool!"

"I loved your suit change, it's so much prettier!"

"He's smaller than I expected."

"She is even taller!"

"He reminds me of when I was young."

"I wish I had so much talent like her when I was her age, I would be a Pro-Hero now!"

"Yeah, it's like he's trying really hard."

"You completely demolished anyone, girl!"

"Aww, look how cute the two are!"

"Are you a couple?"

"Do your best, heroes!"

Izuku and Michi chorused together that they would.

Then it got even crazier as people wanted Michi's autograph.

It would be a lie if the girl said she didn't feel pride in it.

Finally, they reached their station and said goodbye to the people.

Together they walked the last meters to U.A.

"It's only morning, but I'm already tired.", signed Izuku.

Since it was now raining they both had their umbrellas out.

The rain also helped to cool down their crazy hormones.

"Well no wonder.", began Michi. "You broke nearly your whole body to save Shoto-San."

A record formally scratched in Izuku's head.

Shoto-San?

Since when did Michi call Shoto, Shoto-San?!

What did he miss?

That's when they heard Tenya's voice: "Good morning, Izuku and Michi!"

"Tenya? Wearing a p-poncho and rain boots?", wonder Izuku.

Michi just deadpannend.

Somehow it fit Tenya.

"Why are you guys walking so slowly? You're going to be late!", chasted them Tenya and overtook them.

The Not-Couple raced after him.

"Late? Tenya we still have five minutes left before the bell!", reminds Michi.

"U.A. students should always arrive ten minutes early!"

Other than in Middle School, Michi and Izuku didn't have their lockers beside each other, so she had to momentarily leave the boys before the three joined up again to enter their classroom.

When they entered the classroom and got to their seats they heard how their friends and classmates talked about how they were also recognized on their way to school and how cool it was.

"Morning.", greeted Aizawa-Sensei as he entered the classroom.

Like the good students they were they greeted back.

Tsu added how their teacher didn't have his bandage anymore and how happy she was for him.

"The old lady went overboard with her treatment.", said Aizawa-Sensei bored. "More importantly, we're having a special hero informatics class today."

A lot started to panic.

What would it be?

A quiz?

But what about?

"Code names. You'll be coming up with hero names."

The whole class celebrate this.

Finally something cool!

Aizawa-Sensei activated his quirk.

His eyes turned red, scaring his students back into their seats.

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks I mentioned the other day. The drafts begin in earnest in the second and third years, after students have gained experience and can become immediate assets to the pros. In other words, for them to extend offers to first-years like you shows that they are interested in your future potential. These offers are often cancelled if that interest dies down by graduation."

"Adults are so selfish!", grumbled Mineta.

"So we'll have to prove ourselves once we get picked, huh?", asked Hagakure their teacher.

"That's right. And here are the totals for those with offers."

Aizawa-Sensei clicked a button on a remote and on the blackboard appeared the number of offers.

Michi, Shoto and Bakugo had offers over the 3000 line, while some got like 360 and the lowest was 14.

"In other years, it's been more spread out, but all eyes were on these three this year."

"Gah, there's such a big difference!", bemoan Denki.

"Those pros don't know a good thing when they see one!", huffed Aoyama.

Meanwhile, Momo congratulated Shoto on his amazing offers, while he just said it was surely because of his father.

Ochaco shook Tenya before her with tears in her eyes since she had also some offers.

"Over 5000 offers, Michi got the jackpot!", mussed Mina.

"What jackpot?", said Michi with a dark cloud over her head. "I mean, yeah it's cool that so many Pro-Heroes want me and Ares, but it just makes it more difficult to find the right Pro-Hero to learn from."

"Well, if you say it like this...", agreed Mina.

"Midoriya, you didn't get any!", told Mineta, like Izuku didn't see it himself. "They're scared of you 'cause of the crazy way you were fighting."

Aizawa-Sensei spoke again: "Keeping these results in mind, whether or not anyone asked for you, you will all be participating in internships with pros."

"Internships?", repeat Izuku surprised.

"Yeah. At USJ, you already got to experience combat with real villains, but it will still be meaningful training for you to see pros at work firsthand."

"That's why the codenames!", said Michi. "Any hero needs his own unique name!"

"Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!", agreed Ochaco.

"Well, those hero names are still temporary, but if you're not serious about it-"

"You'll have hell to pay later!", interrupted him Midnight. She walked into the classroom with swaying hips and confidence. "Because a lot of hero names used by students become recognized by society, and they end up becoming professional hero names!"

"Well, that's how it is. So Midnight will be making sure your names are okay. I can't do stuff like that.", declared their teacher and got his sleeping bag out. " When you give yourself a name, you get a more concrete image of what you want to be like in the future, and you can get closer to it. This is what it means when they say, "Names and natures do often agree. Like "All Might," for example."

Sturdy paper was handed out to the teenager.

Michi stared at her paper and felt how Ares was also awake for this.

"Are we going with the one we thought about?", he whispered to her.

The girl nodded.

They had decided on her hero name a long time ago, so she wrote it beautifully down.

After a few minutes, Aizawa-Sensei had fallen asleep, Midnight called into the class to present their names starting with those who were ready.

Some panicked, others got excited.

The first who got up to the front was Aoyama.

"Here I go "Shining Hero: 'I can not stop twinkling'"! Which means, you can't stop my sparkles!"

It's a sentence! thought most of the class in disbelief.

"It'll be easier to use if you take out the "I" and shorten the "can not" to "can't.", advised Midnight.

"You're right, mademoiselle."

Nearly anyone shouted: "It's okay?"

"Anyway, choose one language and stick to it!", added Michi.

"Then, I'll go next.", sang Mina happily. "Hero name, "Alien Queen"!"

"Are you trying for the thing with acidic blood? I wouldn't if I were you!", shouted Midnight.

Defeated Mina got back to her seat.

Idiot! Since the first ones were weird, it feels like we're supposed to make them funny now!

Then Tsu raised her hand and asked if she could go.

"I've had this in mind ever since I was in elementary school. "Rainy Season Hero: Froppy""

"That's so cute! It seems friendly.", praised Midnight. "I like it! It's a great example of a name that everyone will love! "

The class agreed full-heartedly and chorsed loud Froppy!

Then it was Kirishima's turn who pay homage to the Chivalrous Hero: Crimson Riot.

His name is Red Roit.

Kyoka called herself the: "Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack!

Shoji chooses "Tentacle Hero: Tentacole".

Sero was simple and nice: Taping Hero: Cellophane.

Ojiro took Martial Arts Hero: Tailman.

Then Michi stepped forward.

"That's a name Ares and I brainstormed. The Warrior Hero: Atheres. A mix between Athena, the Goddes of War and Ares, the God of War. It also shows how only when Ares and I are together are we strong."

"What a nice-sounding name and meaning behind it! Good job, Michi and Ares!", praised Midnight.

Then it got fast after Michi.

Pinky was Mina.

Denki took Chargebolt.

Hagakure could only be Invisible Girl.

Momo came up with Creati.

And Shoto...with Shoto?

Erm, what?

But it was okay.

Tokoyami named hismelf after Tsukuyomi.

The little perv Mineta named himself Grape Juice.

The sweet Koji had chosen Anima.

And then it was Bakugo's turn.

"King Explosion Murder.", he yelled into the class.

All stared at him.

"You probably shouldn't use something like that.", advised Midnight.

"Why not?!"

"You should be "Explosion Boy"!", called Kirishima with a smirk.

The two boys squabbled, while Ochaco presented her name: Uravity.

"Sounds stylish!", mussed Midnight. "Choosing hero names is going more smoothly than I thought it would! All that's left is Bakugo, who needs to rethink his, and Iida. And Midoriya, right?"

Strangely Tenya took also his first name.

Michi had a bad feeling about this.

She didn't know why, but the look in her friend's eyes made her worry.

"Midoriya, are you ready?", asked Midnight.

"Y-Yes! It's gotta be this."

All stared at the name he wrote.

Deku?

Really?

Only Michi and Ochaco looked at each other and pointed at the other.

"Midoriya? Are you really okay with that?", wondered Denki.

"You might be called that forever, you know.", warned Kirishima.

"Yeah. I didn't like this name until now. But someone changed the meaning of it and someone important to me gave it their blessing, and that had a huge impact on me. It made me really happy. This is my hero's name! "

Ochaco held a paper up so Michi could only see it: Someone important gave their blessing?! If it weren't for you he wouldn't take my silly nickname as hero name. IzuChi is sailing!

Michi just made a face and held her own paper up: Don't give us a shipname, please! We are not an Anime!

Yeah, it's more of a fanfic.

What?

Meanwhile, Bakugo got to the front to show his second idea for his hero's name.

"Lord Explosion Murder!"

"No, that's still no good.", said Midnight done.

Since it was impossible that Bakugo would find a name today which was suitable they continued on.

Aizawa-Sensei got out of his sleeping bag and explained: "Now that everyone's decided on their hero names, we'll go back to talking about the internships. They will last for a week. As for where you'll have them, those who had offers from pros will be given your own lists, so you can choose from those yourself. Those who didn't have offers will choose from among forty agencies around the country that will be accepting our interns. They all work in different places and have different specialities."

"For example, Thirteen would be focused on rescues from accidents and disasters more than fighting villains.", gave Midnight an example.

They hand out the offers to the students.

"Think carefully before you choose."

"Yes, sir!"

"Turn in your choices before the weekend."

"We've only got two days?! "

"Make your decision efficiently. Dismissed."

/*/

It was now Lunch Time and the teens could take a better look at their offers.

Michi's left eye twitched as she saw all the names.

How the heck should she choose from?!

"Okay, I will mark the Pro Hero I like and the Pro-Hero I could learn from.", she mumbled to herself and Ares.

"Can I participate too?", asked the ribbon.

"Sure, you will be the blue marker."

She took out three markers and the two began to highlight the Pro-Heros in the colours of the category they had decided on earlier.

They both were so deep in thought, that they didn't hear how the others made their own decisions.

That's when they read a Pro-Hero Name on the list, which made them both wide-eyed.

"What the?", mumbled Ares.

"What could possible HE want from us?!", wondered Michi.

This offer was fishy...but also tempting.

She marked it.

If Ares could frown he would.

"I hope you know what you do..."

"I'm just thinking and curious nothing more..."

/*/

The rainy day ended with a beautiful sunset as Izuku, Michi and Ochaco made their way towards the station.

Tenya had already left.

Izuku suspected their friend had already chosen an agency and was off to bring the document to Aizawa.

Also after All Might weird appearance, Izuku told the girls how he got a nomination.

When Ochaco left them, Izuku explained silently to Michi how this Gran Torino was on old allie of All Might and knew about One For All.

This was good maybe he could help Izuku to master the Quirk.

As they two had to part ways, Michi felt a cold breeze playing with her hair.

Shuddering she looked around but there was nothing.

"What is it whirlwind?", wanted Ares to know.

"It's strange...I have a feeling...this is the beginning of something, but of what...I'm not sure...or if it's good."

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weirdestbooks · 3 months ago

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British Michigan AU Oneshot

The Scars Left By Angry Men (Wattpad | Ao3)

Michigan had tiny wing stumps. Ontario had seen them before, the few times Michigan wore the shirts that allowed them to show. It scared Ontario. His big brother seemed so strong and infallible. How could someone have cut off his wings?

Ontario knew the tiny stumps hurt Michigan sometimes because he had seen his brother’s face tight with pain as their father massaged aches out of Michigan’s muscles, trying to do something to relieve the pain.

Ontario tried not to ask about it, but as time went on, he grew more and more curious until, finally, he couldn’t take not knowing anymore.

Michigan was lying face down on the couch, wearing one of the specially tailored shirts that allowed the small stumps on his back to show.

“Michi?” Ontario asked. His brother lifted his head from the couch, dark hair falling into his eyes.

“Hmm? Yes, ‘Tario? What do you need?” Michigan sounded tired, and Ontario almost backed out of it because of that, not wanting to bother Michigan.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you,” Ontario said. Michigan smiled, sitting up and stretching his arms.

“It’s alright. What do you need?” Michigan asked again. Ontario scuffed his foot against the floor, looking away, nervous.

“I was wondering…I was wondering about your back. Those things…those are wings, right? Or were wings, once?” Ontario asked, looking back up at his brother. Michigan stilled, pain flashing through his eyes.

“They were once, yes,” Michigan said, something…his voice sounded hurt or ashamed. Michigan looked ashamed. Why would he be ashamed? It wasn’t his fault his wings were gone, right?

“What happened?” Ontario pried hesitantly. Michigan looked away but sighed.

“It’s the remains of something a very bad man did to me,” Michigan said, gaze growing distant. Ontario felt rage burn through him. How dare someone do this to his brother? How dare someone hurt him like that?

“I’m sorry. It must hurt a lot,” Ontario said. Michigan sighed.

“It does hurt sometimes…I don’t know why…but it’s okay. Father helps me with the pain, and Grandfather was a big help in curing me from what that man did to me. You don’t need to worry, Ontario. I’m okay now.” Michigan said, a soft smile on his face as he pulled Ontario into a hug.

Ontario leaned into the hug, happy that his brother had healed from whatever had happened to him.

Yet, he still felt a burning anger at the person who did that to Michigan. He wanted to find them and beat them up for hurting his brother so permanently. He was so mad. He hated the idea that someone could even think to harm another person like that, a person like his brother.

How could someone live with themselves if they held someone down and cut off their limbs? How could that person live with themselves?

It wasn’t fair! Michigan deserved to have his wings back. He deserved to live without the pain Ontario had seen haunt him. He deserved better.

It wasn’t fair.

Frustrated tears escaped as he buried his face into Michigan’s side.

“Are you okay?” Michigan asked, his tone kind and gentle, proving that he didn’t deserve that.

“I wish you didn’t have to go through that pain. I wish I could have stopped it,” Ontario said, voice muffled by Michigan’s shirt. Michigan’s hand ran through his hair before trailing down to the small of his back.

“It’s okay. It’s not your job to stop it. Grandfather and Father took care of things. I’ve healed. I’m okay. You don’t need to worry,” Michigan said. Ontario pulled away, looking his brother in the eyes.

“Do you promise?” he asked. Michigan nodded.

“I promise.”

Ontario looked over Michigan’s shoulder, wondering what his brother would have been like if he had wings. Would he have been able to fly? Would he have flow Ontario and Quebec around? Would he look happier without any dark sadness clouding his eyes when he thought Ontario wasn’t looking?

“Can I touch them?” Ontario asked. Michigan startled, giving Ontario a shocked look.

“What?” he asked, his voice full of confusion.

“The wings. Can I touch them?” Ontario asked. Michigan looked so baffled at Ontario’s request, eyes alight with confusion.

“Uh…sure?” Michigan said moving positions, so his back was to Ontario. “Just be gentle. I’m more sensitive there.”

Ontario nodded, reaching out a cautious hand on the rightmost stump, the longer one. It still had feathers on it, although they were in a horrible state themselves, like when you find a feather on the ground that’s been chewed up by an animal.

It was weird. When Ontario touched it, the wing stumps twitched slightly, and he pulled his hand back.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed. Michigan let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay. It didn’t hurt. I would have told you if it did.” Michigan said. Reassured by that, Ontario reached out again, laying a gentle hand on the wing stump. It was less than a foot long, and he could feel where the rest of the wing once was, a jagged scar hidden under broken feathers.

He traced the scar with this finger, feeling anger well up again. It wasn’t fair that Michigan had to deal with this kind of injury. Ontario then went to place his hand on the spot between Michigan’s wing stumps but was cut off by Michigan’s sharp voice.

“Stop!” he exclaimed, causing Ontario to jump slightly, “Sorry, it hurts there.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you,” Ontario said as Michigan turned back to face him.

“I know you don’t. You’re too kind to want to hurt people,” Michigan said, ruffling Ontario’s hair, causing the younger province to squawk in indignation, pushing Michigan’s hand off his hair, sticking out his tongue at his older brother.

“No, I’m not. Imma beat up the person that hurt you.” Ontario said. Michigan laughed, a fond look in his eyes.

“Father took care of that already. He ensured that the person who hurt me will never touch our family again.” Michigan said, “I’m safe, so you don’t have to beat anyone up.”

“Well, anyone else that tries to hurt you, I’ll beat them up,” Ontario said, crossing his arms. Michigan laughed.

“Sure, Ontario. If anyone else tries to hurt me, I’ll tell you so you can do that,” Michigan said. Ontario grinned at that.

His brother had always done so much for him. Ontario was glad that he would have the chance to return the favor and make sure no one hurt his brother like that again.

#statehumans #oneshots by weird #statehumans michigan #british michigan au #statehumans ontario

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lostsbooks · 2 months ago

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Siblings and Secrets (Wattpad|Ao3)

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It was my wing that woke me up, prickles of discomfort stretching from the old wound. Trying to ignore it, I shifted in bed, hoping I'd manage to get comfortable and fall back asleep. None of it was working. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and upon looking over at the alarm clock, I groaned. Five thirty AM, Being awake this early was rarely worth the exhaustion it caused once the lack of sleep built up too much. Burying my face back into my pillow, I tried to forget the discomfort and pain, hoping it might help. I was close to falling asleep again when I heard a noise from next door, Illinois' room. Strange, when did he get here? I thought he had plans.

I sat up, listening through the darkness, I could hear him talking through the wall. It was always quietest at dad's house at night, but usually someone downstairs was loud enough to drown out whispers. But not today. It was more than a bit eerie to have the house so silent. Didn't feel natural somehow. I sighed and got up, it didn't feel right to eavesdrop. The chances of falling asleep again now were low, better to make sure my brother was alright rather than stare at the ceiling for another few hours. A faint light was creeping out from under the door that connected our two rooms. After knocking, Illinois' faint talking stopped. a second or two later, I opened the door. "Michi?" he said, his expression seemed blank, like he was still processing something. "I didn't know you were around." I smiled weakly, and shrugged "Was going to stay at the camp but a storm hit. it's cold, I don't have to pay for warmth here. Mind if I come in? I thought you said you were going somewhere." He smiled faintly, "Sure. Wasn't really doing anything anyway." he walked back over to his pet's tank, to which the little shelled reptile swam back up to the surface, begging for food it definitely didn't need, "and the trip finished early." "Ah too bad," I thought for a moment, then looked at him, vaguely amused. "But you talk to the turtle first, and not me? I'm hurt. I thought you liked me more than that." "You heard me?" he said, a flicker of fear in his voice. "A bit.” He let out a dry, shaky laugh, "Damn, I always forget how good your hearing is. I thought I was being sneaky." "No worries it wasn't much, Just something about how that thing," I motioned toward the turtle's tank on his desk, "Is the, and I quote, "Only one who understands you.'"

Illinois gasped, exaggerating his reaction, and put his hand on the glass, like he was protecting it from my words, "How dare you call her a thing, I'm insulted on her behalf! I'll have you know that she is a very good listener. Lot better than some people I know at least." he said pointedly. "Hey I listen! The issue is you don't talk." He rolled his eyes and turned his back to me, "So, what are you doing up?" I smiled sheepishly and raised the amputated wing, "Wasn't feeling right, it's fine though." "I think I have a heatpad- somewhere, those help, right?" His voice sounded a bit too focused on me, I noted that he was shaking slightly as well. "No I'm good," I sighed and moved to sit down at his chair, "But you seem a little pale. Something troubling you?" The anxiety and tension hidden in his smile was obvious when he turned to look at me, "No! Everything's great. Couldn't be better.” my heart sank a little at that. He could be a horrible liar. "You sure? I can stay and talk with you if you wan-" "No!" he said sharply, "Nope! I'm good. Thanks anyway though." I reached for a pillow nearby on the floor, then threw it at him, more than a bit annoyed. "I might be tired but I can still tell when you're lying" Dodging it, he sat down on his bed, across from me, "I doubt that." "Oh really I-" my ear caught a sudden sharp noise, causing me to flinch, "What was that?" "What was what?" Illinois asked, suddenly alert, A lot more awake than he had been a few seconds ago. I frowned slightly, "I swear I heard something. But it's gone." Illinois looked nervous, rubbing one of his hands slightly, "What was it like?" "A little beep. You know- like a watch or something. But smaller?" I said after a while, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on where it might have come from, but the only audible noise now was the turtle and equipment. "Must've been the smoke alarm." Illinois decided quickly, but still seemed uncomfortable. "Hmm. Maybe. I don't think they're supposed to do that thoug-'' he cut me off. "I'll check it tomorrow, It's fine for tonight. You should really get back to your room." I smiled slightly, deciding then that I'd have to take him for a proper break sometime soon, camping always seemed to cheer him up a little, "Aw! but I'm having such a nice conversation? You really want me to leave now?" The tension seemed to dissipate a little and the first genuine smile that night appeared on his face, "Mitch, I appreciate it, But I'd like to be alone right now. You don't need to be so worried, I can handle myself." "You're my little brother, I'm always worried-" "Always, always?" he asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically "Okay maybe not so much when you're being a little shit." I admitted, standing up and heading back towards my room, "But other than that- yeah. I hear you pacing your room sometimes, It's not fun you know, I'm here when you need me."

I wish you'd talk to me now, I wanted to say, but kept that part quiet. "Again, thank you. but goodnight." he said, closing the door on me, cutting off the light from his room. a second later I heard the sharp, distinctive click of the door locking, and a heavy sigh of relief. My heart sank a little lower at that. Feeling discouraged I settled back on my bed, wrapped a quilt over myself. Illinois was hiding something, I could tell that much. I wished I could just go out and ask what was happening, why he'd been so scared and nervous lately. His habit of distancing himself was scary, and it hurt. What happened to him to make him change so much? I wished I could have the old person I knew back, and not this hollowed out shell that I saw now. Closing my eyes I tried to block out the new worries and fear. but one thing was for sure, I definitely wasn't going to get any more sleep tonight.

#Lost's Oneshots #Statehumans #Countryhumans #Illinois Statehumans #Michigan Statehumans

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sky-neverending · 11 months ago

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Wip Whenever

tagged by @topheecoffee !! i'm not tagging anyone today bc i don't feel like it. join of you want you are MORE than welcome to

um. wip under the cut. michie things, you know the drill

Richie scoffed. “I thought Hatchetfield High was hell because you were there, but now I’m literally in hell, and apparently it gets worse than I ever imagined.” He strutted forward, only stopping when he was face to face with Max, and knocked the ball from his hands. “Have I mentioned that you made my life hell? Or should I spell it out for you. Let’s see, it goes H-E-L-L. And I know I said I forgave you, because I’m like, the better person or whatever? But sometimes, Max, being the bigger person is real fucking hard when your opp is a fucking dickhead. So chill the fuck out, because I’m tired of yelling!” He focused back on Max, who had gone bright red. His eyes were angled down toward…toward Riches lips. “Are you even listening?” he asked, confidence wavering. Max was looking at him with enough lust in his eyes to send a man over the edge. “Max…”

“Sorry,” Max muttered, eyes still locked on Max’s lips. “You just- you should get mad more often.”

Growing hot under his gaze, Richie squirmed. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Max blinked, pulling himself from whatever strange trance he had fallen into. “Nothing,” he muttered, eyes darkening. “Fuckin’ get away from me, nerd.” He pushed Richie back, gentler than he ever had before, and turned away.

#sky writes #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #michie #max jagerman #richie lipschitz #npmd #starkid #wip whenever

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tarysu · 11 months ago

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REQUEST TIME !! can i pls request a university tachi? what major would he be, what would his hobbies be, how does he meet reader? etc

THANK U SM FEEL FREE TO IGNORE AND REMEMBER TO DRINK LOTS OF WATER I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT DAY EVERY DAY

<Babi i love you smmsmmssm I WILL HYDRATE MYSELF TO THE POINT I DISSOLVE INTO WATER, I've been away and off from tumblr since I'm pretty crazy and rotting in bed (school holidays is getting to me really hard). BUT BUT LET ME WRITE YOU THIS SAHHAHDUAUSD. Small reminder that I'm NOT a university student myself, as you can see I'm pretty young a still a teen girl so I have no knowledge abt uni majors (I pre-prepared majors for my future so I think I have a thought or two on how tachi would work in Uni) ANWAYSYYY SRUMDELI YUM YUM YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!> 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 !! | 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒)

✦ ─ ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ ─ ✦ ✦ Michizou would most likely be doing criminology (I can vision him studying crime, courses like psychology and law) OR a stem major (his ability could be proven useful, Mechanical Engineering would suit him a lot!!! I mean this guy would be establishing some cool machineries). ✦ I'd say Michi would be a well organised university student, given how he can balance his military identity between his Mafia persona. I'd say he'd cope with his schedule (rip all the other students dying of no sleep.) ✦ Tachihara doesn't get regular sleep (not that he gets less sleep just...not a regular sleeping schedule), but I'm 100% sure he's alright. He'd sometimes nap randomly, bro would nap at the most random time anyways LOL. ✦ What extra curriculums he'd do in Uni? BRO WHEN I TELL YOU HE DOES SPORTS FOR SURE!! Basketball in particular. He'd be the star of the show, with his good build and pretty feisty look. Girls on the basketball stadiums would be head over heels. What can I say? He's a popular fucker amongst his peers. I'm positive he is someones hallway crush on the first year of Uni. (definitely the readers.) ✦ He's talkative, always blabbering about dumb shit or shitty jokes. He laughs before he could say the joke, he starts getting an aneurysm on the spot for laughing so hard. ✦ What does he do in his extra time? Hangout with his mates or fuck around a lot in game lobbies. He would be spending hours and hours grinding for a fortnite skin or honestly just pay 2 win (bro bought the whole jjk skins on fortinite). ✦ Michizou takes studying pretty fucking seriously, he failed countless times in his junior years during highschool. He only took his grades seriously once life was hitting a little TOO hard. ✦ Tachihara wasn't interested in any romantic relationships, not until he gets a stable job and house in future. He just wasn't ready for that kind of commitment and he stuck to that style until he met you. ✦ He's friends with all kinds of people and would honestly vibe with all of them, his social battery can get drained pretty easily. ✦ You were doing a medical course and hardly had any rest (I mean any medical majors in my opinion are pretty hard from my perspective). You and Tachi tend to study together, though both of you have different courses. ✦ You two actually knew each other back in highschool. Though you've never TALKED until a certain event in uni. (a small disaster I'll write a fan fic abt it) ✦ You two go on dates once in a blue moon, given how passionate you are about being a doctor (or nurse, you're a pretty tired person.). ✦ Sometimes Michizou would find you cheering the loudest amongst the girls when he plays on the basketball field. (You're definitely the number 1 cheer girl) ✦ After winning the game, he'd run over to you. Cool sweat trickling down his face. He'd hug you and give you multiple of kisses, you'd also give that in return. ✦ EXTRA : Tachihara would always let you stay the night (or two) over in his dorm whenever you have fights with your parents. You live with your parents but sometimes they could really get on her nerves. You'd usually come over frustrated with tears, but hey!! he'd pamper you, coop you up on the couch and just kiss those silly tears away

#bsd #bsd season 5 #bsd tachihara #bungou stray dogs #sos send help #tachihara michizou #bungo stray dogs tachihara #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou sd #BRRR BRAMAMMAMAMAMA #hehehehe i love uni tachi #thank u for this silly request anon <333 #GRAHHHHHHHH LIVE LAUGH LOVE TACHIHAARA MICHIZOUUU #michi babe #zimzalabim zim zim zalabim

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glassrowboat · 4 months ago

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😘😍😳 for the selfship ask game <3

😘: Talk about a moment that you and (F/O) privately shared in a crowded room.

Diluc and Prudence

Diluc's first time in Fontaine to attend a ball with her. Back in Mondstadt, he's well known, popular even, but here in Fontaine, no one would see his bright red hair and bat an eye.

And it's not like Prue draws attention either, even with her father's grand title, lording over her. She had always been too shy to put herself out there enough to stir the pot. To make friends who would giggle over seeing how they were now.

Dancing together off in the corner so neither of them had to deal with the hustle and bustle of the crowded dance floor.

Michi and Baizhu

Michi had been up on the roof of Bubu pharmacy, metal nails clicking against her teeth with each swing of her hammer as she held them in her mouth. It was always far more convenient this way than having to worry about one rolling on off and hitting one of his beloved patients on the way down. Though it would surely crack her up.

Down below, Baizhu watched her patch up the hole she was kind enough to volunteer to fix, eyebrows pinching tighter together with every loud bang.

“Please be careful.” He called. “I couldn't stand to have my favorite flower fall.”

“Oh please, I'll survive.” Looking down at where she was, so high up from the ground Michi tacked on: “maybe.”

An old man passed by Baizhu, walking stick in hand as they wobbled over to the counter to talk to Gui.

Baizhu's hand was already reaching out to help steady him, hand to the man's back while he looked up at Michi one more time. From here, he could see how mouthing “I'm fine.”

Giving her a smile, he mouthed back “be safe” in lieu of an "I love you."

😍: Talk about a moment when (F/O) couldn’t keep their eyes off of you.

Diluc and Prudence

A moment when they were both teenagers, young and too dumb to really think properly. At least beyond the temporary. Not as his hands wandered over her sides and Prue shoved him down into the barrels of hay below.

A terrible place for this, really, but it would suffice as their lips met.

It was only when Diluc had realized this was affecting him far more than it should would he push her off with a strawberry red face (as she liked to call it, always making a point to tease him about his freckles) and say something about how they should head back inside before dinner is done.

Michi and Baizhu

When they were sitting on the vanity before him, brush dipping into the colorful makeup pallet to dust it with a soft orange. His color. The one he wore every day right around his eyelids, and that Michi had taken to trying to perfect herself so she could do his makeup for him on the days he was too tired to bother.

Softly, she would mutter about hating to do eyeliner, but for him, they would figure it out regardless.

🤟: Talk about a moment when (F/O) made you feel more confident.

Diluc and Prudence

After she had messed up when he was trying to teach her how to wield a claymore and she left a pretty decent gash on him. Prue had been freaking out for five minutes after the first drop of blood had been drawn. Constantly asking if he was okay even as Adelinde wrapped a bandage around his arm.

The three of them at least knew to keep this between them.

So for now, Diluc took her hand, the one she had been waving around in the air like a madman every time she gestured to his wound and squeezed it softly.

“This just means your grip on the sword has been improving, Prue. A little more practice, and you'll knock me off my feet next time.”

Michi and Baizhu

When his fingers are running along the stretch marks on her thighs, tracing them almost mindlessly as she curled up against him. Like this, he could tell she was half asleep, but that didn't stop Baizhu from whispering “you're beautiful, my glaze lily” as they drifted off.

#genshin impact #hoyoverse #genshin oc #prudence shawn #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #shaw #baizhu #michi

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detectiveichijouji · 1 year ago

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Case 17 - Real? Fake? The thread of lies

[AO3 version]

“... I sensed a digimon nearby that time Akitomo Rika was a target…”

Arsenemon mused all alone, watching Tokyo’s landscape at night. So he was right… Someone was using the digimon and humans to cause havoc. He then counted the cases of rampaging wicked evolutions with his magic:

“Bakumon’s case, Sloth. Koubara Takuya’s case, Pride. Witchmon Sally’s case, Greed. Akitomo Rika’s case, Gluttony.”

“Those seem to be reacting to the deepest human and digimon’s emotions and deadly sins…” He watched closely his notes in thin air, “Which ones are left…? Lust, Envy and Wrath?”

“YOO! BOSS!!” Miss Espimon popped out, flying next to him, “Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Ah, mademoiselle Espimon” he looked at her, “I don’t think… Those cases are random…”

“Hmmm…” She looked at the magical notes in front of him, “Do you think some of those cases…?”

“They’re targeting the kids and moi, but for what purpose…?”

“Well, you both are after the Digimental of Desire’s pieces… So maybe… Wait, is Shinkai Sara’s Bakumon linked to either of us?”

“Hmm, true, maybe this one was a test for something… But I do remember mademoiselle Lune be friends with both Shinkai Sara and Shinjo Michi… And she is linked to…”

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, I’m tired!” Daisuke sighed. He had finished cleaning his room and sat on the floor, “But I have to keep things organized now, I’m no kid anymore!”

“Hmm… Is it me or are you getting a little more responsible?” Chibimon chuckled.

“Oi, I’m responsible! I always WAS responsible!” he snapped.

“Dai-chan, your friends are here~” He heard his mother knocking on his door.

“A-ah right! I forgot Ken and the others would pass by today!!”

“For what occasion this time?”

“... We’re just worried about Takeru,” Daisuke replied with a frown, “Something smells like a problem in the future. And more things…”

He opened the door and greeted the other four people and four digimon who came in -- For some reason, Takeru and Patamon weren’t present. After an awkward silence between all five, Ken broke it by starting with an important subject:

“I think we should go back to the place I found that Digimental 6 years ago and look for clues.”

“You mean…” Miyako said, and everyone looked at Ken, “When you were the Kaiser?”

“Yes.”

“Ichijouji-san, did you build any more facilities as the Kaiser before?” Iori asked, curious.

“My memories were foggy for a while, but now I do remember about that dark past more clearly.”

“Hey, is it OK to ask you stuff like this though?” Daisuke seemed concerned.

“Don’t worry about it,” and Ken smiled softly, “I don’t intend to go back to that mindset. I think… Having you guys, my family and the digimon helped me to improve myself and recover my heart. So I won’t be the Kaiser again.”

“You kinda dodged the question, dagya” Upamon said.

“He didn’t,” Minomon replied instead, “Ken-chan was assuring Daisuke that it’s fine to ask him that question.”

“Oh…”

“Which means I…” Ken cleared his throat, “I did make small facilities through the Digital World. And one of them was where I found that Digimental.”

“Oh…” The others reacted, but Iori and Tailmon were silent.

“If we’re going to find a way to track down the perpetrator spreading those pieces… We have to check down there.”

“So we’re going to the place it all began?” Poromon asked.

“Hold on,” Tailmon interrupted them, “Someone has to stay here and keep everything under control.”

“Tailmon’s right,” Daisuke nodded sagely, “And I don’t think Takeru and Patamon are in the right mood for a Digital World trip… And there’s Arsenemon too.”

“That’s why I want you to stay here, Daisuke,” Ken replied with a serious tone of voice, “You and Hikari-san should stay here and help Takeru-kun.”

“That’s a bad idea” Chibimon babbled, “We shouldn’t break the Jogress pairs like that! What if one of us faces a tougher enemy??”

“In that case…” Iori looked at Ken, “I will stay. Takeru-san is my Jogress partner after all.”

“But Daisuke has some affinity with Arsenemon,” Miyako mused, “And we know he’s the most determined to go after that thief.”

“I can’t turn my back on y’all…” Daisuke frowned again, “But I’m worried about something happening to either of you. I should go with Ken, but I can’t let Arsenemon catch more pieces… Can I split in two and do both things together!?”

“Split in two??” Everyone just repeated, but then they decided to not question Daisuke’s logic.

“Like, a digimon copy me and--”

“Take this seriously, please?!” Miyako and Ken snapped at him.

“Alright, alright…” he pouted, “Take Hikari-chan and Miyako with you. Iori and I will stay here and keep things in peace.”

“And Daisuke,” Ken looked right into Daisuke’s eyes, “Don’t trust Noel.”

“H-huh!?”

“He’s too suspicious, he might be approaching you for another reason.”

“... I don’t understand what ya mean but I’ll be careful…”

What do ya mean… Noel’s not a bad guy, man… -- Daisuke thought, pouting like a kid hours after their gathering and when everyone went home.

Ken did not explain anything though… So Daisuke’s reaction was that Ken was either jealous of Noel or he spotted something odd already. But his ‘Shade People radar’ never caught anything strange towards Noel…

Meanwhile, Takeru was still upset. He was looking at Patamon playing with those toy blocks… He was… Feeling a mix of anger and fear of having to see Patamon taking the form of the same-or-similar digimon who brought him misfortune as a kid 9 years ago.

“Takeru…?” Patamon looked back at his partner, “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing…” Takeru smiled, but it was one of those fake smiles he put on his face to not let anyone else worry about him, “I’m just glad you’re fine now.”

“Huh…?” Patamon blinked and tilted his head, “Okay then…?”

I didn’t know that… That Patamon can turn into that kind of digimon… -- Takeru was thoughtful. That image was still playing in his head:

“TAKERUUUU, HELP!!”“PATAMON!!”

That fusion between Rika, her Kuramon partner and Patamon turning into IceDevimon was causing him so much pain. He tried to forget it! But every time he looked at Patamon… He was afraid of Patamon taking that form again.

Takeru then sighed, and he heard the doorbell ringing. Maybe it was his mother, right? He expected her to come late tonight… But once he opened the door he met a hooded creature of the same size as a V-mon, or a little taller than one.

“Huh, who are you?” Takeru blinked.

“Heheh…” the hooded digimon chuckled, “I’m the answer to your despair, human. You want to catch the one causing you awful nightmares, right? Sooooo… What if we make a deal?”

“I don’t want to make a deal with a stranger digimon…”

“Why not? I have the power you want, I know you want to punish the one who caused that pain on you.”

“I’m sorry, but no. I have more important things to do.”

“Tsk, you’re missing a great opportunity to unleash your rage against that guy!” Then the hooded digimon showed Takeru a very peculiar shard .

“Y-you… Where did you…?!”

Next day, after school… The group gathered at the karaoke booth, and they discussed the next steps of their investigation.

“Make sure to keep the communicator online” Miyako reminded them, “If we take too long to return…”

“We tell your families that y’all are on a sleepover at my house, gotcha” Daisuke nodded.

“But why at Daisuke-san’s house?” Wormmon asked.

“I don’t think we could justify a flip of 180º in my personality to throw a sleepover out of the blue,” Iori replied nonchalantly.

“True, true,” V-mon agreed with a shrug.

“Iori ain’t a party animal like Daisuke, dagya” Armadimon added.

Suddenly, the door of the booth opened, and someone walked in. They all looked at the person standing in front of them.

“Yo, I’m back.”

“Takeru(-kun/san)??” the group exclaimed.

It was indeed Takeru. But… Patamon was not with him.

“How are you today, Takeru-san?” Iori asked, “And where’s Patamon?”

“Patamon’s fine. I can here to tell you I’m doing well now and there’s no need to worry,” he smiled, but… Something was off for Daisuke, Iori and Ken.

Patamon is fine but it’s not here? This doesn’t seem good… -- The boys thought.

“If Patamon’s fine why isn’t he with you…?” Hawkmon asked out of curiosity.

“He’s resting at home, being fused like that had drained his energies” he answered the question without hesitating, “But he’s doing well too.”

“Ok then…” Tailmon looked at everyone else, then they looked at her.

They whispered something to not let Takeru hear them out:

“This is suspicious…” Tailmon said, “Hikari, Daisuke, V-mon and I didn’t see him at school today…”“Patamon wouldn’t want to stay at home too,” V-mon added. “Something is off here… Maybe he’s Arsenemon in disguise” Armadimon whispered. “We don’t know but we shouldn’t turn our guard down,” Hawkmon muttered back. “Alright, leave it to Iori and me,” Daisuke replied, and the others nodded in return.

Daisuke looked at Takeru, “Sooooooo if you’re fine now we should hang out and grab a grub! Right, Iori??”

“Exactly. Would you guys like to come too?”

“Oh we’re busy!” Miyako replied, “Can’t go with you three.”

“Busy with what?” Takeru asked.

“It doesn’t matter what it is!” Daisuke started pulling Takeru out of the booth, “Let’s go eat some pumpkin pie, for the season.”

“And then we could look for costumes for the Halloween festival!” V-mon added.

“I’d like to try a hat this year,” Armadimon commented; he and Iori pretended to be leaving the booth, only to allow the group to go to the Digital World.

Once Ken, Wormmon, Miyako, Hawkmon, Hikari and Tailmon were in the Digital World… Iori and Armadimon turned the laptop off and took it with him. In the Digital World, the expedition began, with the group arriving at one of the old Digimon Kaiser’s basements near the mountainous area.

“According to the archives stored in my computer six years ago, this is the area I found that Digimental.”

“What are we exactly looking for, Ichijouji-kun?” Hikari asked gently, following the boy through the area.

“Anything suspicious, if possible.”

“Ok…”

“One more question,” Tailmon pointed at Wormmon, who was wearing nerdy-like glasses and a medical mask, “Why is Wormmon with that getup?”

Ken glanced at Wormmon, who shivered in fear. Ken sighed, “He’s trying to not call everyone’s attention I suppose. To not get us in trouble.”

“E-exactly!” Wormmon’s voice was a little muffled by the mask, “Everyone knows I was the Digimon Kaiser’s pet digimon, they could recognize me and then Ken-chan would be discovered.”

“I thought you had publicly apologized to the digimon” Miyako frowned.

“At this point they forgot about the Kaiser,” Hawkmon said, “And you have done a lot of good actions to compensate for the issues you had caused in the past.”

“But do you know how bad it could be if we’re seen entering one of those abandoned buildings!?” Wormmon continued, “It’s better safe than sorry.”

“Ok…” Ken looked at the girls, “I think he got a point here.”

The girls and their partners shook their heads in silence. Then, they started seeking for clues.

It will be 35 minutes since they left the karaoke booth and Daisuke was acting suspiciously. He believed Takeru was actually Arsenemon, and Iori was also watching every movement Takeru made. V-mon and Armadimon were also watching Takeru silently, and this whole weird behavior from the four started to make things awkward.

“... Why are you four acting weirdly all of a sudden?”

“Ok. Why are you acting weirdly today!?” Daisuke snapped, “You ain’t Takeru, or are?”

“I’m not acting weird, I had a traumatic episode again. Sorry for worrying everyone...”

“That sounds more like the usual Takeru-san,” Iori commented, taking a sip of his ice tea next.

“Then, where’s Patamon?” V-mon asked, “Did something happen to him?”

“He’s fine, I already said it.”

“No offense, but you’re not the kind to leave Patamon at home” Daisuke squinted his eyes, “Like, none of us would do that unless something really risky could happen to them.”

“... Ok, I admit there is something wrong with him.”

“What is it, dagya?”

“I’m leaving him out because…” and then he showed a fragment of the forbidden Digimental.

“W-WHERE DID YOU GET THAT (dagya)?!” all four exclaimed.

“I found it lying on my doorstep. I’m trying to keep it away from Patamon… I don’t want him to evolve into that Devimon-like creature again…”

“I see…” Iori replied and he, Daisuke and their digimon sighed in relief.

“Now that you got it, you should send it to Koushiro-san, just in case” Daisuke suggested.

“I will do that, but first I need to check out something with Yamato. I heard he got into trouble with his new band…”

“That’s right! I heard that too” Daisuke exclaimed, then looked at Iori, “Right? Taichi-san and Koushiro-san were chatting about it on the group’s chat.”

“Then, I’ll be going. See you later,” and he left in a hurry.

“... Iori.” Daisuke stared at him, “There’s something off here.”

“It’s surprising how you noticed it too.”

“Huh?” V-mon blinked.

Hours later, Ken, Miyako, Hikari and their digimon kept inspecting the area Ken found the Digimental of Desire 6 years ago. But Ken sensed something was wrong. And when he realized…

A digimon attacked him from the shadows.

Wormmon removed his getup and evolved immediately to Stingmon and hit the beast, whose Tailmon identified as being a Manticoremon . It kept targeting Ken and Stingmon, forcing Hawkmon and Tailmon to evolve into Silphymon and join the battle.

They kept attacking Manticoremon, but not to kill it but rather make it weak and allow them to escape. Ken didn’t need to wonder why he was the enemy’s target though… But Miyako and Hikari wouldn’t allow him to be caught.

“Dual Sonic!!”“Moon Shooter!!”

The shock wave from Silphymon and the spikes fired by Stingmon seemed to have made Manticoremon weaker. It stepped back out of a sudden and restrained itself from attacking again. That action made both Stingmon and Silphymon confused, was it giving them a chance to escape?

Then they decided to take a chance to escape, only to catch up with Ken, Miyako and Hikari and get surprised by an angel-like digimon with a sacred fire staff. At first, they all thought it was their ally until said angel -- Said to be ArkhaiAngemon according to Tailmon once again, tried to burn them with its fire staff. The trio’s digimon protected them by grabbing the kids and dodging the fire.

��Why are you attacking us?!” Miyako growled, “UGH, is it because we invaded your territory??”

ArkhaiAngemon did not say anything, and when he was about to attack the group again…

“X-LASER!!”“GOLD RUSH!!”

It was interrupted by XV-mon and Digmon’s attacks, which it repelled with the Holy Rod. But why were Daisuke and Iori there after all?! Daisuke, XV-mon and Digmon stood in front of the angel-like digimon, while Iori went to check the other three and their partners.

“Why are you here?!” Silphymon (Aquilamon side) asked them. “How about Takeru-kun??” Hikari also added a second question.

“Heh, you thought we would be stupid enough to not notice what you had done?” Daisuke smirked, but something sounded like him wavering at the same time, “Ain’t we pals, Takeru?”

“W-what?!” Ken, Miyako and Hikari plus their partners exclaimed in surprise.

“How about you get rid of that thing before you get real hurt?!” Daisuke shouted, “You’re WAY STRONGER THAN THAT!!”

“Kh…!!”

“How…??” Ken blinked, “How did this happen?”

Iori took a breath and then explained, hesitantly, “Takeru-san said he found a fragment, and that we would give it to Koushiro-san, but first he had to cheer Yamato-san up because of issues with the new band.”

“Except we all know Yamato-san’s band is on an undetermined hiatus” Daisuke added, displeased, “Which made us follow you and see you opening the gate and then using the friggin fragment on you.”

“But… Why?” Hikari was speechless.

“Yeah, Takeru, why did you do that?” Daisuke stared at him, “Snap out of it, dude!!”

“It’s… it’s thanks to Ichijouji-kun that Patamon evolved into that monster…!!”

“When will my issues with Takeru-kun end?” Ken muttered.

“If he hadn’t destroyed the Digimental of Desire, none of us would’ve been in pain now!”

“DUDE!” Daisuke growled, “It’s the Digimental fragment messing up with your brain! Ken might have been an idiot in the past, throwing a tantrum and messing things up… But he’s NOT the one offering pieces of some wicked Digimental to innocent people!!”

“...!!”

Daisuke approached ArkhaiAngemon and…

“OPEN YOUR DARN EYES, TAKAISHI TAKERU!!”

SLAP!!

Daisuke slapped him in the face.

Manticoremon came after him, only to have the other digimon stop it from reaching Daisuke.

“Meeeeeeh, this is boring! I wanted to watch a real betrayal happening, hmph!”

“?! Who’s there?!” Ken shouted, and everyone looked around… Until they found a V-mon sized hooded digimon.

“My my, hey kiddo!” the hooded digimon talked to Takeru, “End their lives already! They’re messing things up with you and your beloved Pata-- I mean, Manticoremon! I promised you this power would be peeeeeeeeeeerfect for your vengeance!!”

“How dare you mess with our friend's mind!” Miyako yelled angrily.

“Takeru-kun, please” Hikari said desperately, “Stop…!!”

“I… I DON’T… WANT… IT…!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” And he threw the staff on the floor, with the holy flame extinguishing as the Holy Rod hit the ground. The evolution broke and Takeru fell on Daisuke’s arms, exhausted.

“TAKERU(-KUN/SAN)” the group exclaimed.

At the same time, Maricoremon devolved back to Patamon and fainted on the floor.

“Meh, I should’ve chosen someone stronger for that show!” the hooded digimon pouted.

“Who are you?!” Silphymon (Tailmon side) shouted, clenching their hand.

“I’m nobody and you don’t need to--”

“Gold Rush.” Digmon got tired of the pepsqueak-mon and threw a drill at its hood, uncovering the digimon’s face.

“G-GAH! NOT MY FACE!!” It was an Impmon with an eyepatch “RUDE! I’M TRYING TO BE A GOOD HOST!”

“A host?” Iori repeated.

“Come on!! You should entertain us… Isn’t it fun that way, Digimon Kaiser?”

“Huh?” they seemed to be confused.

“Oh, look…! I have to go now, see ya~” and then, Impmon vanished.

“H-hey come back here--” Daisuke shouted.

Someone else was watching them in silence -- Noel. He gritted his teeth, and clenched his fist. You would usually see Noel being a shy and awkward kid… But this time he was a total opposite of it. His bangs uncovered his right eye, and he was staring at the place that Impmon was.

Comme c'est impardonnable!! -- Noel thought -- Using friends like these…!! Maybe I should… Tell them the truth.

And then, Noel left without leaving any trace.

#young prince detective ichijouji ken #02 team digimon case files

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deathfavor · 1 year ago

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@ofluminance said: he's a little late. something.. he's not proud of. but, returning to his time was a bit of a priority to make sure he was still on the right track with his plans. takemichi finds hanma as soon as he returns to the past. he made sure he wasn't followed as he snuck into hanma's home through an unlocked window. it's late, and he's probably dozed off. still, it's a rare opportunity for takemichi to ever see the reaper in such a cute state.

standing in the doorway for a moment, takemichi smiles. he leans against the frame and shoves his hands in his pockets. there's so many parts of him that want to slip beneath the covers with hanma. but, there are other parts of him that wants to wake him, too. after all, he still hadn't gotten his birthday present.

but, michi was also tired. the longer he waits, actually, the more takemichi feels the adrenaline wearing off and fatigue creeping in. if he woke to a knife to his throat in the morning, well--- it would be more than well worth it. kicking off his sneakers, and shedding his hoodie, shirt, and jeans by the foot of hanma's bed, takemichi gently lifts the covers and slips in beneath them.

laying behind hanma, takemichi smiles softly. several langid and tender kisses are placed to the back of hanma's neck, and slowly an arm encircles his waist. with a contented sigh, takemichi presses his small frame to the back of hanma's own, finally shutting his eyes, allowing sleep to take him. " happy birthday, shuji. " / i took that cuddle meme & ran with it ❤️

a party is still a party even if its late, happy birthday hanma!

Some of Hanma's places to crash are easier to find than others. Some are practically common knowledge within the delinquent world that know him, or those people he chooses to bring to more private places. Getting in however is very rarely a problem with the carelessness to which Hanma offers the idea of personal safety. ( Which, quite frankly, no one should be surprised by if they ever came to discover the facts of. ) He either sleeps light or sleeps like the dead that the reaper oversees. Tonight is evidently the latter because he doesn't move. It's a rare, strange sight to see his expression calm and relaxed. He doesn't budge, not until the morning.

Which brings and interesting way of starting the day because Hanma was pretty damn sure he hadn't brought anyone home last night. ( He never got that drunk to not recall. Or rather, he had once and never again. ) He's also staring at shoes and clothes that are evidence that the warmth is not something of an early morning delusions and imagination. But he's alive so evidently it hadn't been someone wanting him dead. Granted, it isn't the first time someone's come to pay him a visit and curl into bed with him. He can name a couple others in the past who have as well.

He sits up, his hair fluffy and relaxed while sharp eyes shift to see who it was. He's half surprised - and half not. It is amusing though to see the so-called hero in the bed of the reaper. Hanma tilts his head like a cat debating what it wants to do with a mouse in reach of his claws. Normally he'd crash back to sleep at this hour since there would be little reason so be awake but this? This is too good to potentially miss. So being a menace it is.

Hanma looms over Takemichi, eyes gleaming under the morning shadows before he nudges the other awake. " You're a freak. If you wanted in my bed that bad, you could have asked ~ " Hanma teases, full of too much energy and sing-song melody for first waking up. Not like he can talk either, at least on subject of being a freak. Though THAT was something he upheld with pride to the dismay of many others. He is, however, clearly taking it in stride rather than murdering him. " Could have made it more fun. " He adds, making exactly zero effort to hide the way he decides to look over Takemichi before lifting his gaze back up to his face. " So ~ ? To what do I owe this unexpected surprise visit? "

#ofluminance #hanma vc: are you taking stalking lessons from chifuyu #THAT WAS HIS FIRST THOUGHT AND THE WAY I LAUGHED #i thought you might find it funny too #no knives though ! see !#idk if necessarily feel any safer tho #esp with hanma's eyes staring but yk good luck takemichi #we appreciate the birthday surprise #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

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Kill La Hero: 11

(But not too closely please!)

MHA MEETS KILL LA KILL!

I should so work on Yin and Yang but this story has me in a chokehold!

I freaking love Michi and Izuku!

I have so much fun writing for them, so please give me some sugar aka. comments show me your love too. ^-^

Chapter 11: A Declaration of War

The day after the attack on the USJ school remained closed.

Michi's family, especially her mother, told her to rest the day, but she couldn't.

Too much was on her head.

If it hadn't been for Thirteen, Aizawa-Sensei and All Might, they all would probably have died.

Ares gave her extraordinary powers, however Michi realized how she still didn't know how to use them.

She and Ares needed to get better, they needed to go beyond what they could do and develop further their Quirk.

Plus Ultra!

So Michi transformed all day with Ares, trying to change her suit, making it more powerful.

It didn't work how she wanted.

Ares told her, he couldn't make appeare what she wanted.

She still was angry at him because he had to leave out the skin so she could transform.

She had to let go of the embarrassment and accept it.

For that Michi called him a perverted pervert, who didn't even try to see things her way.

He called her a childish child.

They squabbled so loud, that her father entered the room and stopped the fight.

"Mrs. Midoriya has called.", he told them. "Izuku seems also lost in thoughts. She has invited you for dinner. Maybe you can lift each other's spirits?"

So Michi found herself in the Midoriya household.

After hugging Inko in greetings and thanking her for the invitation, she walked to Izuku's room.

He was watching his favourite All Might video, the debut of the superhero, while he trained with a dumbbell.

It was like the adults had said, he was lost in thoughts too.

"Izu-Chan.", she called softly, walked up to him and hugged him from behind. "Yesterday was just too much, hmm?"

The boy stopped to train and put the dumbbell down.

A loud sign left him and he put his hand on Michi's arms.

"I must make this power that I inherited from All Might, One For All, more and more my own..", he told her. "Because time is of the essence because I'm the one who inherited it."

Michi let out an agreening humm and kissed his head.

"I'm with you, me and Ares tried the whole day to make our suit stronger...didn't work very well."

"It's that why, Ares is sleeping and snoring so loudly?"

Like the ribbon wanted to show how utterly tired he was he let out such a loud snore, that Michi and Izuku sweatdropped.

"Yeah and then we squabbled."

"Of course."

"Ares says I'm the one holding us back, I have to accept how I walk around in the suit or my full power will never come out...pervert bow!"

Izuku patted her arm.

"I can understand why this is so difficult."

"Thanks Izuku."

She gave him again a kiss on the head.

He blushed softly and turned around in his desk chair, so they could look each other in the eyes.

Then a little laugh escaped him as he saw what she wore.

"That's the All Might sweatshirt I left at your house in our last sleepover. Why are you wearing it?"

The girl gave him a dangerous smirk for his lower regions as she posed, it didn't get better, and proclaimed: "It smells like you and I needed comfort."

"I-I...m-my smell comforts you?", he stuuter, cheeks red like a strawberry.

Michi nodded and gave him a wink.

"It always had."

Oh dear, Izuku felt how his pants got tighter, it didn't help either seeing Michi pose in his sweatshirt and wearing shorts that showed off her long creamy legs.

Uurgh, he wanted to kiss her so much and touch these legs to see if they were as smooth as they looked!

It was then that his mother knocked on the door and told them dinner was ready.

They thanked her.

Together the three sat down at the table.

Inko had made Izuku's favourite Katsudon.

They ate together and talked about normal things.

No school or the USJ incident.

Inko knew her children well.

Yes, Michi was hers too, and one day she would be her daughter-in-law. They needed to be normal teens after the traumatic events of yesterday.

After the delicious meal, Izuku and Michi helped, Inko with washing the dishes, before she shooed them to Izuku's room with the words they should play a video game or something similar.

The teens did as they were told and vanished into Izuku's room.

When it was time for Michi to go home, her father came to pick her up.

Both adults walked up to Izuku's room, and Inko knocked and called for Michi how her father was there.

No response.

Curious the adults looked inside the room and had to aww.

Izuku and Michi had fallen asleep on the bed, cuddling each other.

"Well, I had a feeling.", whispered Mr. Massaro to Inko. "I brought Michi school clothes and all that she needs here. Is it okay if she sleeps here, Midoriya-San?"

"Of course, Massaro-San. What do you think about a spring wedding?"

This made the man laugh.

"Knowing my Michi she would want to marry Izuku on the oceanside, so maybe a summer wedding."

Quietly laughing the adults closed the door and let the teens sleep.

*/*

Michi felt warm all over.

A quiet moan left her lips, as Izuku kissed down from her chest to her most intimate place.

She felt him shake, he was nervous but tried to give her a wonderful experience.

"You are doing good, Izuku.", she gasped, as he shyl licked her pussy. "Don't be nervous, baby boy."

He raised his head, her juices were smeared on his chin, (God, that was hot!) and looked at her with such love in his eyes, that she wanted to cry.

How she had wished so long he would look like this at her!

"B-But you deserve it.", he mumbled. "You deserved only the best..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, so she could lead him to her lips.

Softly she kissed him, tasting herself before she said against his lips: "All you do is wonderful to me because it's love we make. I love you Izuku, more than anything in the world."

Before Izuku could answer the well-known voice of All Might shouted: "Time to wake up young hero to be!"

*/*

Michi blinked her eyes open and was confused for a second as to why her room was full of All Might merch before she realized she was still in Izuku's room.

Huh, seems like they had an impro sleepover.

Not the first time that happened.

Also, not the first time that she had a sex-dream while sleeping beside him.

Being completely surrounded by Izuku's fragrance of jasmine and cedarwood had this impact on her.

Yawing and stretching she turned off the All Might Alarm Clock.

Then she turned to Izuku, who had his back to her and faced the wall.

"Izuku, time to wake up."

"I'm up...erm I mean I'm awake!", he shouted nervously and seemed to become one with the wall. "G-Good morning Michi-Kun, you can take the first shower."

How she felt herself still tripping into her panty seemed like a good idea.

She thanked Izuku and made her way to the bathroom.

Never knowing how Izuku had his own down region's problems.

Morning wood after a wet dream was the worst!

But both were clueless about the other similar problem.

Love made you blind.

Ares who had woken up noted all this and asked God to give him strength to not completely turn crazy because of these two blind idiots.

Anyway, after they got ready, had breakfast with Inko and reached their school there was only one subject their classmates talked about.

The attack on the USJ.

Well, welcome back to reality.

Deep in thought, Michi listened to what everyone had to say.

They talked about how they had appeared briefly on TV and how the media was going crazy over them because they were the hero course that had been attacked.

They also mentioned how their course had brought in the past one Pro Hero after another into the world.

Additionally, Mineta nearly wet himself as he remembered all of this.

Michi was grateful for the first time that Bakugo had yelled at him to be quiet.

Suddenly Tenya came running into the classroom and yelled: "Everyone! Morning homeroom is about to start! Stop talking and take your seats!"

"We're already in our seats.", pointed Kirishima out. "You're the only one who's not."

This upset Tenya so much that he sat down in his seat shaking from his feelings. Ochaco tried to console him, while Mina and Tsu talked about how would take over Aizawa-Sensei hour since he was supposed to be still in the hospital.

In answer, an Aizawa-Sensei, who looked like a mummy, entered the classroom and greeted them.

"Aizawa-Sensei, you're back too soon!", shouted the whole class worried for him.

"You're too much of a pro!", added Denki.

Tenya raised his arm in the air and said: "So you're all right, Aizawa-Sensei?"

Ochaco mumbled if you could call this state really alright.

"My well-being doesn't matter.", told them their teacher dry. "More importantly, the fight is not yet over."

Oh no! Were the villains back?!

"The U.A. sports festival is drawing near."

Relieved all shouted: "That's a super normal school event!"

"That's a super normal school event--", began Kirishima excited, only to get interrupted by Denki: "Wait a minute.”

“Is it okay to have a sports festival so soon after the villains snuck inside?", wondered Kyoka.

"What if they attack us again or something?", points Ojiro out.

Aizawa-Sensei explained: "Apparently, they think of it as U.A. showing that our crisis management system is solid as a rock by holding the event. Security will also be strengthened to five times that of previous years. Above all, our sports festival is a huge chance. It's not an event to be cancelled because of a few villains."

Mineta was other opionen.

It was just a sports fest.

Surprised Izuku turned around to Mineta and asked him if he never saw the U.A. Sports Festival.

Of course, the perv had, but this was not what he meant.

Aizawa-Sensei continued his explanation: "Our sports festival is one of Japan's biggest events. In the past, the Olympics were called a festival of sports, and the whole country was crazy about them. As you know, with reductions in scale and population, they're now a shell of their former glory. And now, for Japan, what has taken the place of those Olympics is the U.A. sports festival!"

"Of course, all the top heroes around the country will be watching. For scouting purposes!", reminded Momo.

"I know that.", whined Mineta.

"Receive Certification" After we graduate, it's typical to join a pro agency as a sidekick.", said Denki with a thumbs up.

Kyoka mused aloud: “A lot of people miss their chance to become independent after that and become eternal sidekicks, though. Kaminari, I feel like you'd be one of them. Since you're dumb."

Oh, burn!

"Of course, joining a famous hero agency will get you more experience and popularity.", agreed Aizawa-Sensei. "Time is limited. If you expect to go pro, then the path to your future will open up at this event. One chance a year-- a total of just three chances. No aspiring heroes can afford to miss this event. If you understand that, then don't slack off on your preparations!"

"Yes, sir!", shouted all the teens.

"Homeroom is dismissed."

*/*

Lunchtime rolled around, but everyone stayed in class to talk about the sports festival.

Michi and Izuku walked over to Tenya, while the boy pointed out: "Everyone's so into it."

"You're not? We have enrolled here to become heroes, so of course we would get fired up!", said Tenya making weird movements with his hands.

Tsu pointied this out.

Michi snorted.

Tenya ignored her and turned to Michi and Izuku: "Izuku and Michi, you don't feel the same?"

To demonstrate how ready she was Michi hit with a fist her open palm.

"Oh, I'm so ready! Me and Ares are gonna show this Pro's why we are the best sidekicks to have and one day we will have our own hero agency!"

"That's the spirit, Michi!", applauded Tenya.

Then both looked expectantly at Izuku.

"What's with you Izu-Chan?"

"Of course I do. But something's-"

"Michi-Chan, Deku, Tenya.", called a voice from the depths of the nine circles of hell.

Surprised they turned around and it was Ochaco?!

She looked nothing like her bubbly self but more like a villain!

"Let's do our best at the sports festival!"

"Cutie, what's up with that face?!", shouted Michi worried, while Izuku and Tenya were a bit scared of her.

Mina jumped into the conversation.

"What's the matter? You don't look carefree at all, even though that's what your name means."

"Everyone, I'm gonna do my best!", Ochaco raised her arm in the air.

All others let out a Yeah and copied her.

Finally, all made their way over to the cafeteria.

As they walked, Izuku asked Ochaco why she wanted to be a superhero.

The answer surprised their friend group.

"For money?! You want to become a hero for money?", repeated Izuku.

Embarrassed Ochaco rubbed her head.

"To boil it down simply, yes. Sorry, it's such an unwholesome reason. You three have such admirable motivations, it's embarrassing."

"Why? How is having a goal to support your livelihood not admirable?", disagreed Tenya.

"Right.", agreed Izuku and Michi.

"Besides you are being realistic.", added Michi. "Pro-<hero is now a job like any other and besides me becoming a hero because I would feel bad if I didn't use my powers for good isn't really altruist either."

This made Ochaco smile a bit.

"But it's still unexpected.", pointed Izuku out.

Ochaco then explained how her family owned a construction company, but they haven't gotten any work at all, so they are flat broke.

The three others put their hands under their chin and thought.

Of course!

It made sense!

If Ochaco got her Hero-Licensen she could help with her Gravity Quirk to lift heavy machinery and building material.

It would sink the cost for her family enormous.

Ochaco agreed that this was the thought behind it, she even told her dad, but her parents wanted her to fullfil her dreams and not work with them.

"I'll definitely become a hero and make money and let my parents take it easy.", declared Ochaco determined.

She couldn't even look as Michi ran up to her, picked her up and twirled her around.

"You are amazing, Ochaco-Chan! I believe in you!"

"Bravo! Ochaco, Bravo! Bravo!", appaulded Tenya.

Stupfied Ochaco hugged Michi back, who was still swinging her around, and couldn't help but smile.

If she had such amazing friends who believed in her, she would become a hero!

That's when suddenly All Might appeared.

He had searched for Izuku.

The Number One Hero held a Bento Box in his hand and asked if Izuku wanted to eat with him.

"He's like a maiden!", whisper-shouted Michi and Ochaco together.

Izuku looked at his friends, they gave him a nod, that it was alright with them and left with All Might.

"Okay, guys, let's go to lunch, I'm starving!"

"I agree, but Michi-Chan you can put me down."

"Nah, a queen like you deserved to be carried."

This made Ochaco blush so red, that Tenya had problems not to laugh out loud.

Michi's flirty and smug face wasn't helping either!

The girl with the ribbon really carried Ochaco till the cafeteria, before they got in line.

Ochaco was all shy, because of the looks they have got, while Michi thought about what she should eat today.

Maybe Ramen?

But which kind?

"I wonder what he wanted with Deku.", questioned Ochaco.

“I heard that when Villains attacked All Might during the USJ incident, he and Michi rushed out alone to help.”, answered Tenya. “Perhaps it's about that? Though I wonder why he doesn’t want to talk to you too, Michi.”

The salmon-haired girl got stiff.

Uh-Oh!

"Erm, maybe he will talk to me later, I mean, it's not that important. Hey, guys help me decide what Ramen I should get.", tried Michi to change the subject, however, it didn't work.

Tenya and Ochaco talked about how Tsu said on the bus to the USJ, that Izuku Quirk was similar to All Mights. Maybe that's why All Might was interested in him.

Because they had similar Quirks.

"GUYS!", shouted Michi so loud that a lot of people jumped into the air. "Should I eat Tonkotsu Ramen or Shoyu Ramen? Help me decide!"

"Jeez, Michi-Chan no reason to shout.", said Ochaco rubbing her ear.

Tenya made his hand chops.

"As students of the best superhero school in Japan, we shouldn't act this way."

"Yeah, you are right, I'm just hungry."

"And when she is hungry she doesn't think.", adds Ares.

"Hey Ares, finally woke up?", greeted Michi, as her friends said also their greetings to her ribbon.

"Yeah, this was a good nap. So what did I miss?"

Finally, Michi could turn the discussion to the Sports Festival.

Tenya and Ochaco forgot all about All Might and Izuku's similar Quirks.

The friends didn't know how one Todoroki Shoto had listened in on their conversation.

He thought about All Might and Izuku's similarities. Also how Michi tried to and managed to change the subject.

She knows something. She ran with Midoriya to help All Might. But what she knows is the question…

*/*

The school day ended and everybody got ready to leave the classroom.

Just as Ochaco opened the door, a big gathering of people greeted the class 1A.

"Wh Wh-What's going on?", yelled Ochaco confused.

Tenya was ready to handle the situation as the class rep: "What business do you have with Class 1A?"

"We can't get out!", whined Mineta. "What'd you come here for, anyway?"

Surprisingly Bakugo answered him: "Scouting out the enemy, small fry. We're the ones who made it out of the villains' attack. They probably wanna check us out before the sports festival."

Bored Bakugo stood before the gathering of people.

"There's no point in doing stuff like that. Out of my way, extras!"

Michi facepalmed, Ochaco and Izuku shook in fright while Tenya pled Bakugo to not call people extra just because he didn't know them.

"I came to see what the famous Class A was like, but you seem pretty arrogant.", stepped a guy with lilac hair to the front. "Are all the students in the hero course like this?"

All shook their heads, even Ares shook no in the best way he could, as Bakugo got angry.

What else was new?

"Seeing something like this makes me disillusioned.", continues the boy with the lilac hair. "There are quite a few people who enrolled in general studies or other courses because they didn't make it into the hero course. Did you know that?"

The blond angry dude just huffed.

"The school has left those of us a chance. Depending on the results of the sports festival, they'll consider our transfer into the hero course. And it seems they may also transfer people out."

Okay, now all got a bit nervous.

Losing their place in the class if they did badly at the Sports Festival?

Oh dear god, please not!

"Scouting out the enemy? I, at least, came to say that even if you're in the hero course if you get too carried away, I'll sweep your feet out from under you. I came with a declaration of war."

This person's bold, too! though our four friends and Ares together.

And then a guy with silver hair and weird eyelashes jumped into the conversation.

He told them he was from Class 1B and that they shouldn't get so cocky cause they already fought villains.

Bakugo just ignored silver hair and made his way out of the classroom.

Silver Hair liked this not at all and yelled after him.

"Wait a minute, Bakugo!", called Kirishima after him. "What're you gonna do about all this? It's your fault that everyone's hating on us!"

"It doesn't matter as long as you rise to the top."

And with that, Bakugo was gone.

"That's so simple and manly!", cried Kirishima manly tears.

"The top, huh? There is truth in that.", agreed Fumikage.

"Hang on, don't be tricked! He just made more pointless enemies!", pointed Denki out and Mineta was with him. "That's right! We'll just be at a disadvantage at the sports festival!"

Michi crossed her arms and shared a look with Ares.

Whether they made more enemy or not, didn't matter, they would crush anyone!

Then they looked at their friends, who had also determined looks on.

Especially Izuku.

Even...even if it means crushing them all...even Izuku, you my love, I won't hesitate...

The girl gripped her arms tighter and felt how Ares got stiffer too.

Because this is my chance to be seen!

Mine and Ares!

We will be the greatest Pro-Heroes ever...I can't consider any of you.

At the Sports Festival...we all will be rivals!

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