#mitsuo gets a head bonk

[mindless-self-pudding]

Mondo couldn't stay still the entire time Kyoko was patching Mitsuo up. He was pacing around the room at the same speed his mind was going at, his eyes glancing at his partner with every circle he made of the entire space. The whole time, Mitsuo just stared ahead with glazed over eyes. The only noises he made were winces every time Kyoko touched a particularly sensitive area with the alcohol wipe, which of course would make Mondo tense up immediately. Who had done this? Who almost took Mitsuo's life? Why? The swirling thoughts in his brain were screeched to a halt as he saw Kyoko set a bandage in place on top of the wound. As she left to dispose of the trash that resulted, Mondo rushed to Mitsuo's side. He could only regard Mondo with a soft mumble of his name; the attempt to move his head to look made him whimper in pain. In something he could only describe as a nurturing frenzy, Mondo pulled Mitsuo's hoodie off his body, only to replace it with his own long coat on second thought. He kept looking at the bandage, as though thoughtful, analytical Kyoko could've made a mistake while she was setting it. His hands hung in the air a moment later, until Mitsuo tiredly took one of them in his own. His grip on Mondo's fingers was weak but still as steady and grounding as he could manage. It was only then that he could let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Somehow, by the grace of whatever gods controlled the universe, Mitsuo was alive. "Do you remember anything about what happened when you were attacked?" Kyoko's sharp voice brought Mondo sharply to attention, and without much thought the anger he felt towards the culprit that hurt Mitsuo bubbled out. "Jesus Christ, you can't give him a minute?" he snapped, "The guy just came back from the dead and you're already pokin' at his fuckin' scrambled brain?" Kyoko didn't acknowledge Mondo in the slightest, and his teeth began to grind down into each other. He was about to say something more when he felt Mitsuo gingerly squeeze his hand. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "I'm...I'm good. I can answer..." Slowly, he brought his head up towards Kyoko. "I was just, uh...taking a walk around the building. My insomnia was being a pain in the ass, so...I tried to tire myself out before I took a nap." "What about the incident itself?" Mitsuo licked his lips. "Um...I went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I was kinda hot, y'know...? And then...someone came in, and before I could say anything, they smashed my head into the sink. I guess I got knocked out pretty quick, 'cause I don't remember anything after that..." As Kyoko nodded, Mondo felt his throat dry up and his eyes wedge closed. God, if he had just gone with him, none of this would've happened. He could've fought the guy off, taken him back to the bathroom in his dorm, something. Just as he felt himself start to spiral into a pit of self loathing, Mitsuo squeezed his hand again and just barely shook his head. "What about the person that did it? Did you see their face in the mirror or catch a glimpse of anything special?" "Not really...all I know is that they were...shorter than me? Which is weird that they could pull something like that..." Another nod. This time, Mondo was squeezing his hand. "Is there anything else you can remember?" At this, Mitsuo was quiet for a long time. For a moment, Mondo was scared he could fall over again, and his free hand went to press against his lower back to preemptively steady him. Kyoko could see. Any other time, he would've been freaking out at the thought of anyone seeing them being remotely affectionate with one another, but at this moment, he could care less. Besides, she could keep a secret...right? Seconds later, Mitsuo finally opened his mouth. "...I was really tired...I was up all night, studying for exams. I was just...so stressed out. We were alone, I think...it was a classroom...I...I told you I wanted to travel before college. To not think about school for a while...you...took my pinkie, and...made a man's promise to take me all over the country...after we, uh, graduated...um..." Mitsuo's brow furrowed as Mondo just stared at him, his mouth hanging open. What the hell was he talking about? Exams? College? Even if they were in a normal school environment, nobody would be studying all night for regular tests yet, let alone end of term ones. Whatever just came out of his mouth made zero sense. Still, if he thought about it for a few seconds too long, Mondo felt his brain start to itch, and an uncomfortable feeling would shoot down his spine. Mitsuo let out a breathy chuckle and let his head tilt towards the ground. "Sorry, I think I just dreamed that when I was unconscious," he murmured, "It just...felt so real. Enough that it felt like a memory..." Kyoko said nothing in response; just another nod. Mondo scooted his body closer until their thighs were touching, and he felt himself sag further into a sense of calm as he felt Mitsuo's cheek press into his shoulder. "I don't remember anythin' like that; think you were right when you said it was a dream." Another itch. He ignored it. "But, shit, if that's what you want, Mitsu, we can do that." The thought of the idea alone was enough to knock off the rest of his uneasy feelings, and a huge grin had spread across his face, unbeknownst to him. "Yeah, yeah! We can do that! You, me, my chopper, and the open road," he exclaimed as his body thrummed with enthusiasm, "Soon as we get outta here, I'll take you anywhere and everywhere. Promise that, man to man." He did promise a ride to Makoto first, though. Maybe he'd understand if he told him he'd have to postpone it. Or maybe he should just go on the ride with Makoto first? The bell from the television yanked him from his mind as the murder announcement video was played over the screen. Mondo wanted to laugh; Monokuma was terribly slow on the draw this time. There wasn't a murder to solve, the class trial would be pointless. Whoever was really in charge of this joint was getting careless. Just as he was about to completely disregard it, from somewhere down the hall he heard panicked, sprinting footsteps. Both Mondo and Mitsuo were paralyzed. Kyoko, ever clear-headed, moved briskly to the door. Before she left, she looked back over her shoulder. "Mondo, I trust he'll be safe by himself with you?" she asked. He could only nod in reply. His voice was gone; he felt Mitsuo's hand start to shake as their fingers wound tighter around each other. The second the door closed behind her, Mondo felt himself pull Mitsuo as close as he possibly could. The only thing he could even consciously think about now was the pit of dread and despair that had been punched back into his stomach. ------- hnnnggghhrrfghhh its done im not sure if i should make another part; i got an idea for the murder but im scared the story might get too long winded we will see i spose .u. anyway time for sleeping

[shycolorstudent]

Uramichi Oniisan oneshot

Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan. They/them pronouns sorry for any slip-ups. Age gap. Also, this is all for fun and credits go to the respective creator of the show and anime. If you want a part two let me know by leaving a comment.

Y/n works on the show ( "Together with Maman”) as a psychologist hired to find a way to make it educational while getting more ratings. You also made life a bit easier for the show writer, having a year's worth of segments ready at any moment. Somehow you and Uramichi become a couple.

An important thing to know is that I’m not trying to romanticize mental illness. It’s part of Uramich's character, and I’m sorry if it comes off that way. If it does, let me know nicely, and I’ll make an edit, or I’ll take it down. Thank you.

-” Yup, they definitely settled.” Uramichi said he put his light cigarette into his mouth. You curled up into a ball asleep on his bed. He doesn’t like smoking near you, so he smokes outside on the balcony. The night sky reflected how he felt. It was dark, with no stars or moon in sight. It wasn’t something you said or didn’t say.

-He thinks you settled for him because you are in your late 20s while he’s a 31 depressed man who’s working on a kid's show. He has nihilistic ideas and outbursts exercise a lot. And he feels like a burden. The truth is dealing with depression while in a relationship is complicated. He’s blunt, sees the negative, and at first thought you had a savior complex that you thought could save him or fix him. But you didn’t, and you understood what depression was and knew there would be good days and bad days. Uramichi appreciated that you didn’t pry him to open up if he had an episode where he was lost in his mind; you were there for him.

-Uramichi never overthought the age gap at first. The reason why he did now and why he’s questioning things that happened earlier that day. Uramichi was in his dressing room getting ready for the show. As you flipped through your notes, trying to find what colors children were attracted to the most. “Hey, did you still want to sleep at my house?” Uramichi asked in his regular tone of voice, “Yeah, why? If you changed your mind thats fine.” Uramichi shook his head and explained himself, “No, my mind hasn’t changed. You look stressed, so I thought our home pizza date and sleepover would set you back on work.” You smiled at the sweet thought and walked over to him, fright back the urge to play with his hair, so you just cupped his cheeks. “Thank you for thinking of me, but my work should be done before lunch.”

You then kissed the top of his forehead, “Quick question, how do you feel about wearing a dress? While being blindfolded and changed to a wall?” You said, awaiting your doting boyfriend's response holding your breath and closing your eyes, but then Tobikichi was standing at the door with the pink rabbit head in his hands. He went pale as if he had just met god. “You two keep your kinks or whatever out of the workplace. Uramichi, blink if you need help!” *Bonk* Mitsuo hit Tonikichi. “You opened the door. It’s your fault. We shouldn't shame them.” Tonikichi rubbed his head in pain. “B-but Y/n, you're going to end up killing him or hurting him. He does old to-” You rolled your eyes and started to get your notes together. “It’s for a segment in the show Tonikichi. Before I pitched the idea, I wanted to know if he was ok with doing that. We want to do a segment on breaking gender roles. So Uramichi would wear a dress as the kids would save him from a dragon who chined him.” “Ohhhh,” Tonikichi said. “Now excuse me, I have a pitch meeting to go to.” You grabbed your papers and kissed your boyfriend once more on his cheek as he held your hand, not wanting to let go. “See you after work.” You said, and you gave the two boys their scripts as you walked out.

After Uramichi scolded Tonikichi for coming in unannounced and making things seem wrong, he confessed and showed Mitsuo a ring. “Wow, thats a big step. Are you ready?” Mitsuo said, admiring it, “yes, we’ve known each other for four years and been dating for three, so I feel ready, and we talked about it before.” Uramichi said with a smile on his face, “Wait, and this relationship is serious? I mean, Uramichi, you look young right now, but soon you’ll look like a grandpa.” Tonikichi said in a burst, then ran away once he saw Uramichi's face filled with violent intent. “Don’t listen to him, Uramichi. I know your guy's relationship. I know how it started.” What Tonikichi said was on his mind all day. “I’m I too old for them?”

-The second thing was after work. When Uramichi said goodbye to the children, he smiled and waved goodbye. You two thought it was good, so Uramichi pulled you by your waist and went to place his head on the crook of your neck.

“What! But he’s so old!” A little boy said, forcing you two to separate. The boy just pointed in shock and confusion as his twin sister spoke up, “No, he’s not!” This was beyond bad that their single Oniisan had been destroyed. They asked him if he was single just last week, and he had to say yes. Before you could help fix this, Amon came running in, “Y/N help me! I have nothing for next week's segment help!” And he dragged you away. A woman who looked the same age as Uramich smiled and told her kids to walk ahead. Urmichi changed his voice to become upbeat and happy. “Sorry, miss-” She took a breath, and that made him go quiet, “I was in your shoes before. I was in love with a man younger than me. Don’t do what I did and leave him.” Then she walked away

-After Y/n was done helping, Amon and Uramich borrowed a movie from Mitsuo. You two decided to buy some snacks and alcohol from the convenience store. As you two scanned the shelves, someone shouted your name, “Y/n! It’s been so long!” It was two men about your age who went to school with you. After some chit-chat, Uramich was quite letting you guys catch up for a bit until someone mentioned to him, “Sorry, but we have to ask. Is this old guy bothering you? We thought you would need help.” You looked around confused, then realized, “This is my boyfriend, Uramich.” The two boys looked shocked. “Wow! Sorry man, we just wanted to make sure they were ok. Congrats, man I mean, no man, woman, or anyone in between could win a date with them. Their standards were high.” You blinked a few times in confusion, then Uramich spoke up, “Thats a bit objective isn’t it. They're not an object thats why they didn’t go out with anyone of you. They're not a prize to be won.” He was very pissed that they saw you as a prize. His death stare sent chills down their spine. If Uramich could, then those boys would be getting the Tonikichi treatment right about now. “Alos, my standers never lowered.” You said, then going up to pay for your stuff. “Love, I’m going to pay. I want to get home as soon as possible.”

Uramich still wanted to look for a bottle of his favorite alcoholic drink. It’s an experience. However, it will be a nice touch for another time. One of the boys was talking rather loud “Nah, no way, they settled. I know him. My kid watched that dumb show all the time.” The other chimed in, “I mean, they could do so much better. And the man is looking kinda fat too.” Uramich, heartbroken, didn’t want to say anything.

-Now Uramich is thought about all these things that happened today. He put out his cigarette. And sighed. A set of hands warped around his waist. You said tried. “I’m too old for you… I think we-” You cut him off and pulled away. “Well, I don’t. It’s not like your old enough to be my dad. Those guys at the store are low lives, got their girlfriends pregnant in high school, and works at a car wash. There's nothing wrong with working at a car wash, but It’s unfair to judge a person before getting to know them. Uramich, I knew from the start that there would be some backlash about this relationship, but I was ready. My standers never lowered. I love you with my whole being.”

Uramich smiled at you as if we waited to hear that from you. This was the first time he heard about how weird and old he was. Usually, it would be you coming home upset about the dumb things someone told you about being too young for him. Uramich wrapped his hands around you and brought you in close, and buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry, got insecure for a moment. I was in my head thinking that you settled.” The vibrations from his vice tickled your neck a little and gave you butterflies. “If I were with anyone else, then I would have settled. Uramich, you are the man that I waited for my whole life. Can we go back to bed now, or do you want more reassurance that I’m not going anywhere?” You felt his lips go into a smile. “The bed sounds nice. One more thing, do you still want to get married one day?” He asked, holding the box in his pant pocket. “Only to you.” You said with a massive smile on your face. Thats when Uramich knew it was a good time. He wasn't the type for grand gestures, so this was perfect.

He went down one knee in his pajamas. “Y/n L/n, will you spend the rest of your life and marry me?” You couldn’t contain the happiness that you jumped into his arms, knocking down but cradling his head. “Yes!” Then you kissed him.

[mindless-self-pudding]

“Mitsuo?!?”

Mondo couldn’t tell you who said that name first if you put a gun to his head. The sight in front of their little group was something he simply couldn’t comprehend; just looking at the scene made his brain turn to a numb mush that could only regurgitate static.

Curled up like a dead animal on the side of the road, his partner Mitsuo lay unceremoniously in a shallow pool of his own blood on the tile of the 2nd floor boy’s bathroom. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t breathing. These things alone should’ve informed Mondo of what was happening, but it just…didn’t.

As two people he couldn’t tell the difference between brushed past him and crowded around Mitsuo, Mondo briefly remembered to suck in a gasp of air through his teeth. One person picked up his limp hand from the puddle and held his wrist for a moment. “I can’t feel a pulse,” they said.

What? No pulse? That’s not possible, Mondo saw him an hour ago. He was fine then. He was fine. He was fine.

Someone else tugged on his arm and pulled him away from the scene, their voice saying, “Bro, hey, bro, can you hear me? What’s wrong?” It must’ve been Taka who was guiding him to the dining hall, steadying him as he almost tripped down the stairs. As he was propped up in one of the chairs and given some kind of ice cold cup to hold, Mondo wanted to answer, “I’m fine, man.”

It took another few minutes of him staring in silence and floating in space for the heavy and harsh reality to crash on top of his head. The cup slipped from his fingers and hit the floor as he recoiled with a lurch forward, like someone was digging a freezing knife in his guts. Mitsuo was dead. Murdered. In a fucking public bathroom.

As his brain caught up with reality, Mondo violently bit back a cry, almost ripping into his tongue with his teeth. Why was he this upset? Sure, they were dating, but it had only been for a couple days, at most; nobody even knew they had been together. Yet, this pain he was feeling, the kind that made him want to jump off a cliff just to make it stop…it inexplicably felt how it did when he lost Daiya. There was something much deeper with Mitsuo that he was suddenly realizing existed, something he probably would’ve struggled to figure out if he was feeling perfectly fine.

He must’ve been in his own head for quite a while, because everyone was crowded around him, their gazes tense and their voices murmuring concerns. It was Taka that stepped in front of his vision and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Bro?! What’s going on?! Why are you—”

“Which one of you bastards did it…?”

The quiet suddenly became uncomfortable to everyone else, but for Mondo, the ringing in his ears became what he could only describe as a dull screech.

“I…I-I don’t understand,” Taka said softly, his eyes trained on his best friend, “That’s what we’re trying to figure out, before the class trial—”

“I don’t give two shits about the God damn class trial.”

Mondo lifted his head and swept his blurred vision across the nervous crowd of his friends.

“Whoever did it, just…tell me. Tell me, now. Because, I promise, if I get my hands on the fucker that did that to Mitsuo…I don’t even care if they’re a chick. I’ll put ‘em through a kind of 'punishment’ that’ll make that stupid fuckin’ bear jealous.”

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