#sonia... well. she is obviously trying to push for something. so that will never go well. because well... he'll let it go

[quickdeaths]

"Mm, I don't think so," came her answer, accompanied with a gentle shake of her head. "I think some things should be left in the past. Truthfully, I don't have many good memories of that place, anyway." She was being honest, after all. If she was going to keep from Sonia the truth of their own relationship, then being truthful about everything else seemed the least she could do. "I don't remember much of the times my mother and brother were around, and so most of my family memories are of my father mistreating me."

There'd been an opportunity to return there once before, and Shinobu had already turned it down, in favor of her apartment with Seiko. That wasn't an option anymore, obviously, as Shinobu had no intention to returning to a place where a dead girl she'd loved had lived, but neither did she feel any desire to scurry back to her ancestral home. In the morning, they'd ask Sonia about accompanying her back to Novoselic, and if she said no, then they'd figure something else out, surely.

Of course, that plan seemed always in flux, seeming more or less viable by the minute - her own courage, Future Foundation brass opinion of her, and whether or not Sonia actually enjoyed her company, or simply tolerated it due to finding it useful, or for lack of anyone else. Shinobu had noticed how she'd flinched at words meant to be reassuring. Out the window, she could see Anzu lurking out of focus, a horror movie monster waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I can talk myself out of this without your help, Anzu, she thought as her attention drifted towards Sonia again, the other woman occupied with the cat.

From her seat beside the bed, Shinobu reached out, placing her hand over Sonia's fingers. "Miss Nevermind," she said softly, "I know this might not be easy for you to believe, but you have never been a burden to me - not a single time since I've arrived here." Not when she was rushing out of the movie theater to see Tanaka, not when she cut her foot and threw up on Shinobu's suit as they carried her to the hospital, not the days she slept there with Shinobu at her side, not when she'd cuddled up to them in her sleep, and not now.

"You've actually made my time here on the island far better." An understatement, really. Her hand lightly closed over Sonia's with a gentle squeeze. "And besides, I think of us as friends, and so there's no reason to worry that you're causing me undue trouble, or that your needs, choices, or requests might be a burden." Her smile wasn't strong, but it was a smile all the same, as best as Shinobu could manage it. "So try not to worry about that, alright? If you can avoid it."

There was no denying it anymore. For a moment, brief though it may have been, she wanted to kiss her. Perhaps it was pathetic of her - no, no perhaps about it. Her feelings were complex, a wretched cocktail of guilt and protectiveness and attraction and responsibility and friendship and, possibly, romantic love, all tangled up in such a way that made any individual impulse hard to understand, and harder still to categorize. In that moment, though, with Sonia's lips on that water bottle, it made Shinobu feel exactly like those hormonal teenagers on the screen.

It was only a moment, and it passed quickly, and Shinobu decided in the moment that followed that it wasn't worth investigating. They had other things that required their attention, and allowing their diseased brain to indulge its favored hobby of overthinking and spiraling was unwise. Instead, it was better to stay present, and to push off that period of thinking until she was alone. "What a strange time it was," she mused. "I remember every decision feeling monumental, as though it were the most important thing in the world. Everything felt so heightened back then."

Well, it had only been a few years, really, and yet so much had changed. "In my case... I imagine my father would have pushed through the arranged marriage that my ex-girlfriend wanted." What a disaster that would have been. Was it truly awful to at least be thankful to have escaped that fate? After all, there was a good chance, in Shinobu's mind, that she would not have lived to this point, had that come to pass. "I would have rather preferred something like this, I think," she said, gesturing to the screen. "Falling in love on my own, choosing where I wanted to be, that sort of thing, but, at that time in my life, I was too wrapped up in my own issues to take that sort of initiative, or understand what I was missing out on."

"Would you ever want to go back?" Sonia blurted out before she could reconsider. If Yaguchi was going to be this candid with her, then she would reciprocate in kind. To the best she could, at least. It was easier to talk about someone else's home than her own, even if hers was the one of the few still standing. Barely and crumbling and at the precipice of monarchists and anti-royalists turning on each other, but still standing. The latter was why she was urged to return with such haste: more people didn't need to die on her account, but Sonia doubted her own inner strength to face it all. A lifetime of being shut away in a castle: maybe if she grew her hair long enough, someone would climb up the side, not be entirely repulsed by her appearance and her past, and free her from a life of solitude.

Fairytales, she reminded herself, didn't suit her. Unless they were the most morbid sorts: where families perished and no one found happiness, fulfillment, or love at the end: those were far more accurate to her family than the sanitized cartoon versions.

"E-even if there is no dojo standing," She continued carefully, realizing the reason why Yaguchi had lost her home, and everything else, was due to her and her friends. No matter whose hands were directly responsible, they were all guilty: Sonia couldn't forget that. "That is quite a legacy to leave behind. Considering you work for the Future Foundation, I cannot imagine them objecting you to claiming your family's land and heritage once more for a new, post-Tragedy world."

She fluffed the towels around Miss Kitty, waiting for the first of likely many new arrivals as Yaguchi countered her suggestion. About leaving if she was too tired for the evening, but Sonia's head snapped up to look at her as if she were being scolded for merely suggesting she leave in general. The cats, her care of them, and Jabberwock Island as a whole: even if it hadn't been Yaguchi's intention, her tone was firm and unwavering, and with the severity of her expression behind her glasses...well, there was no deterring her. Sonia swallowed: why was she so intimidating? There had been a time when, in the midst of her madness, she wouldn't have second-guessed torturing her to establish control before finally killing her. Finding what would break Yaguchi bit by bit until she could no longer withstand living would have brought great pleasure to the Bloody Queen of Novoselic.

And now, Sonia Nevermind flinched at the woman's sharp tone and fierce expression. The simulation had made her meek and sad and insecure, the reality of her actions fully sinking in after her friends had died one by one around her. "You did," She confirmed, her cheeks turning pink with shame as she turned her attention back to the cat and how she was on the brink of birthing her first kitten. "I just did not want to be a burden, me or my choices." She reached to gently scratch Miss Kitty under the chin, who paused mid-yowl to lean into Sonia's fingers. Even at the most painful and distressing time of her life, she would accept any affection from her. Sonia sighed, unable to hide her smile towards the cat. Miss Kitty didn't care who she used to be, only who she was now, something she couldn't hope to find anywhere else.

The first kitten had come without complications and the second was clearly on the way as Yaguchi started the movie, the one about high school students in a Shakespearean retelling. "It looks like their school is in a castle, how fitting," She remarked, gently patting Miss Kitty's head as she began to pant again. She couldn't be exhausted yet, not with presumably so many more kittens to go, and Sonia would encourage her for as long as the cat would allow it. The introductory credits played, revealing two very different sisters: one who smiled and the sun shone upon favorably, and the other who frowned, criticized the school curriculum, and was sent to the school counselor.

"I think I used to be like her, years ago," Sonia remarked, nodding to the younger sister, who smiled and laughed and befriended seemingly everyone except her sister. "Blissfully happy and unaware of the real evils of the world. Which turned out to be me, but nevertheless. Thank you, by the way."

She reached for the bottle when offered, her lips softly enveloping the top as if she were giving it a light kiss before drinking down a good amount of its contents. The film was rounding out the rest of its cast: the awkward newcomer in love with the cheerful sister and his unpopular best friend, the mean, vain boy obsessed with charming her, and the recluse who, by just his first words alone, intended to charm both the older sister and the viewer alike.

"They seem so content," Sonia said, just as the older sister turned down the recluse for a date and stalked off the football field. "When all they need to worry about is who is in love with them and if they will attend the university of their choice. I cannot remember much about such things, barring the...erm, obvious." The scar on the bottom of her foot being the painful reminder. Sonia stuck her bare feet beneath a blanket to hide it, but she was otherwise unmoving at the mother cat's side. "I wonder what life would have been like, if I had stayed on that path."

[champion-prism]

So Fine

Leon x F!Reader, Smut

Requested by anon: Hi! Could I request a childhood friends to lovers smut fic with Leon? Like Raihan, Leon, Sonia and Y/n were all rivals, and both raihan and y/n become the dragon type gym leaders, and the whole group parties together and drinks together, and it’s on one of those nights that Leon finally makes a move. (Female reader. Also I absolutely adore your fics They’re so well written💗 keep it up bb) 

A/N: a’ight so the partying bit is nonexistent and the drinking is mentioned only bc I’ve never partied and I hope I never will. Drink responsibly y’all. Or don’t drink at all, that is also okay. Also, everyone is coherent and everything in the fic is consensual.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: There’s NSFW up ahead!

The Wild Area is quiet, almost eerie in the silence of the night, broken by the soft sounds of childrens’ voices. 

 You and Leon sit around Charizard’s lit tail, warming yourselves before you head into your camp to turn in for the night. Leon is talking about how he wants to head in the direction of the Dusty Bowl- if he can find it.

  “Maybe I should try to get someplace that isn’t the Dusty Bowl,” he muses. “I’ll get lost and wind up there, instead.”

 You laugh as you ask him what he wants to go to the Dusty Bowl for.

  “I really want to catch a good Ground Type,” he explains. “Maybe a Tyranitar, or a Rhydon.”

 Your eyes light up at the mention of a Tyranitar.

 “Ooh, a Tyranitar?” you say. “Maybe we should go to the Dusty Bowl together, I’d love to look for a Tyranitar. One of the strongest dragon-types there is.”

 Leon shakes his head at you. 

 “Always with the dragon-types,” he says. “I have nothing against them, but shouldn’t you not be limiting yourself to a certain type? I mean...you might get KO’D in Ballonlea and Circhester.”

 You shake your head. 

 “I’m not going to have a full Dragon team yet,” you explain. “But eventually I’d like to phase over into one. I figured, if I can manage to get my hands on a Duraludon and a Charmander, that can take care of the Fairy and Ice weaknesses.”

 Leon scoots slightly closer to you. When he smiles, you can see his light blue braces. 

 “When I’m Champion,” he tells you, “I’ll get you all the rare Pokemon you want.”

   The rest of the night is spent teasing him lightly for his ambition, and Leon laughingly claiming you’ll be sorry for ever doubting him. He hesitates a bit when you both stand to go into your respective tents, and after a few seconds of bouncing on his heels, he moves forward, gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and practically runs into his tent. You giggle slightly as you call a good night to him. 

 He keeps his promise. When he becomes Champion, he proudly presents you with an egg- light orange in colour with red speckles. You thank him with a peck on the cheek and a giggle, and he throws his cap at you and runs away.

 Somehow, that’s how it stays. You become busy. You know Raihan is training hard to beat Leon, and you’re training hard to perfect your dragon type team. You travel all over Galar. You crawl along in the bushes and wade into ponds and spend god knows how many days in Axew’s Eye, raiding Dynamax dens to find a Noivern or a Sliggoo. When you hear from Leon, you tell him how well your now-evolved Charizard is doing.

 He travels abroad sometimes, brings you back exotic Dragon types. A Swablu from Hoenn, a Dratini from Kanto. He promises he’s going to get his hands on a Bagon someday, and you tell him not to go through too much trouble. He just gives you a peck on the cheek, tells you it’s no trouble, as long as it’s for you. 

 Chaste kisses on your cheek. One to say hello, one to say goodbye. A congratulatory kiss on the cheek when you become the Dragon type Gym Leader at sixteen (Raihan demands one, too- he gets a ghost kiss from Leon’s Dreepy). Leon’s cheeks don’t heat up when he does it, not anymore, nor is he flustered the way he was the first few times. You’re friends, affectionate friends who kiss each other on the cheek, glance at the other’s lips and look away, tuck loose strands of hair away from each other’s face, but keep yourself from playing with it. 

 You’re busy, you tell yourself. Much too busy to do anything than push away the schoolgirl crush you’ve always had on Leon, much too busy training and learning, much too busy to do anything but let the years pass, and here you are now, an adult, fully absorbed in the rhythm of daily life. 

 It’s one of your designated hangout nights. Leon’s in Hammerlocke to destroy Raihan in an exhibition match, and afterwards, you, Raihan, Sonia, and Leon head to one of the underground pubs, one of Raihan’s discoveries, and your personal favourite. Sonia is the most responsible, Raihan is the least- by the end of the night, she’s laughing at and guiding an obviously drunk Raihan into a taxi (non-Flying; can’t risk him puking down at people from the sky). You and Leon are moderate, lightly buzzed enough to feel good, not buzzed enough to be Raihan. You decide to just walk the empty streets, shoulders bumping into each others as you walk, the cold night air biting into your faces.

 Leon walks closer to you as he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding underneath the hem of your short top. You shiver and move closer to him, putting your own arm around him. The side of your face bumps against his shoulder and you giggle, both of you talking and wandering around Hammerlocke until you eventually reach the hotel where Leon is staying, at which point he looks up at it, and glances at you. 

  “It’s pretty cold out here,” he whispers. “Maybe we should just hang out inside.” 

He sways slightly, pressing his forehead against yours as his grip on your waist tightens. You nod your assent, and the two of you make your way up to his hotel room. 

  The atmosphere is different, here- Leon dims down all the lights before kicking his shoes off and collapsing on the bed, patting a spot beside him. You follow suit, resting against the headboard with your body angled towards Leon. His eyes rove up and down your form, coming up to meet your eyes and stare intently at you. 

 His eyes are lidded as he moves forward to give you a peck on the cheek. You giggle at him, and tip forward to return the favour, kissing the corner of his mouth. He says your name, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek. 

 He kisses your forehead, and he doesn’t pull away before pressing another kiss to your cheek, and all at once you’re aware of the heat between the two of you; you ignore it in favor of kissing his chin, and kissing his cheek again, and that’s fine, because friends can give each other kisses, right?

  You’re just relaxed from the drinking and acting silly. 

 Leon leans forward and places a light kiss to your earlobe. His head dips as he kisses your neck, then pulls back to look at you.

 He’s staring at your lips, eyes lidded- your heart pounds as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, and he angles your face towards his.

 “Leon,” you breathe. 

His lips are soft on yours, barely there as they brush past your lips. Your lips part ever so slightly as you lean towards him, and he kisses you- a soft, closed kiss where you move your lips gently against his.

 There are warning bells going off in your head- Leon is your friend. Your childhood friend. This is one of those friendships that is supposed to last forever, and you really don’t want a patch of awkwardness between you because you ended up making out one night. Or...doing something else you might regret.

Your hands come up to rest against his chest as he deepens the kiss, and all the warning bells go off. Suddenly, you don’t know anything beyond how good it feels when he kisses you, hot and open mouthed and much more... desperate... than before. One of his hands is at your waist, pulling you closer as he adjusts himself so that he’s over you on the bed. His mouth leaves yours as he begins to kiss your jaw, tongue swiping against your jawline. His hand moves under your shirt, fingers pressing into your sides as he kisses your mouth, your jaw, your neck. You moan slightly when you feel his teeth nip at the sweet spot on your neck, and his mouth moves to explore lower, a kiss pressed into your cleavage as he moves down to the swell of your breasts, tugging your collar down to expose more skin. 

 “Leon,” you say, breathing heavily. 

 Your voice seems to snap him out of it. He jerks his head back to look at you, golden eyes wide and searching as they look into yours. 

 “I’m- I-” he starts, sitting up. He swallows, and takes a deep breath.

 “Lee, I…” you sit up, too, reaching for his hands. “I don’t want for things to be awkward between us,” you say, ignoring every feral urge in you that tells you to pull him back over you and go wild. 

 “They won’t,” he says, breathing heavily as he stares at you, pupils dilated. “I like you,” he says,  moving forward to bury his face in your neck. 

 “I’ve liked you for years, now,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss on your skin. “And we don’t...we won’t do anything you don’t want to. I just need you to know I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’m in- I...want you.”

  You press yourself closer to him, hands coming to clutch at his biceps. 

 “I like you, too, Lee,” you admit, whining slightly as he nips at your neck at your confession. He’s kissing your neck again, and you moan when you feel his tongue on you as his hands slip under the hem of your top, pressing into your skin just below your breasts.

 “Do you want to do this?” he asks between feverish kisses to your neck and shoulders. 

 “Ye-yes,” you manage, your head full of nothing but Leon right now- his scent, his warmth, the way his tongue feels on your skin, the way he’s leaving bites on your collarbone and neck, his hands pulling you closer- he presses into you so you lay back against the mattress, supporting himself with one arm as he tugs on your shirt with his other hand. 

 You pull your shirt off over your head, and watch as an almost feral expression takes over Leon’s face as he sees your clothed breasts. He’s on you in a second, one hand sliding underneath you to unhook your bra, the other tugging it off and throwing it to the side.

  “Fuck- yes,” he gasps, kissing your bare breasts and nipping gently at one, making you whimper. It makes heat pool in your stomach when he swears- Leon almost never swears, and you like this new side to him you’re seeing. 

 “I’ve wanted to see you like this forever,” he admits, squeezing a breast with one hand before his tongue flicks over your nipple. 

  “You have no idea,” he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue swishing around before he pulls away, “how much I’ve thought about this,” he comes up to press a hard kiss against your mouth “how long I’ve wanted you for,” he presses his hips against yours, making you moan.

 “Leon,” you moan out his name, bucking your hips against him, whining when he pulls back a bit and chuckles.

 “You look cute,” he tells you, an almost innocent smile on his face. “All flushed and warm, so needy for your Champion.”

 “Leon,” you gasp, hands tugging at his shirt, legs bending to wrap around his waist, trying to press into him.

  “Lee, don’t tease,” you whine, and he obliges, pulling his shirt over to his head, exposing his bare chest and stomach.

  He’s gorgeous. 

 You run your hands over his chest, making note of how he whines when your hands brush over his nipples. He presses his whole body against you, kissing your mouth, dipping his tongue in and moaning, clothed hips thrusting slightly against yours. 

  Your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants, tugging at them. He pulls back again, sitting on his calves as he tugs your pants off, tossing them away. You lie exposed in front of him in nothing but your dampening panties, and he gives you a smug look before kissing your stomach, going lower. 

 Your hands grip his hair as he begins to place butterfly kisses over your panties, teasingly biting the insides of your thighs from time to time. You plead with him for you don’t know what, an unbearable need for friction building in your intimates. 

  He darts his tongue out and begins to suck on your clothed clit, his face pressed between your legs. The wet spot on your panties grows, and you cry out for him as his thick fingers push your panties to a side and rub gently over your folds. 

 He pulls your panties off, eyes widening at the sight of your wet folds, swollen and puffy. 

  “Is this for me?” he asks, head tilted to a side as he looks up at you.

 You whimper and nod, bucking your hips.

 “Use your words, baby,” he says, nipping at your inner thigh. 

 “Leon- it’s for you. It’s all for you, I- ah!” you arch your back as he buries his whole face into your pussy, fingers rubbing at your clit as his tongue dips inside of you, moving around. 

  “Leon- oh, Lee,” you whisper, “I- ah- you feel so good-”

 You can feel your high building, your intimates pulsing as he eats you out like a starved man. When he pulls away, you nearly cry, desperately begging him to let you cum. 

  Your arousal shines on his mouth as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, wiping off his mouth with his hand. He smiles at you, that sweet smile of his, crawling over you as he kisses your body, one hand pushing down his pants. You glance down between your bodies to see his cock, dark red at the tip and leaking precum as he strokes it gently. 

  “I’m gonna make you feel good,’ he says, moving up to kiss your lips. “I love you,” he mumbles against your mouth, pressing another open kiss on you, “so much.”

 Your arms circle his neck as you pull him deeper into the kiss.

  “I love you, too,” you pull away, looking into his warm golden eyes. He kisses you again, your legs wrapping around his waist. His cock brushes gently against your wet pussy, and you press your fingers into the muscle of Leon’s back as he continues to kiss you softly and slowly.

 “You sure about this?” he asks, mouth against yours. 

 “Leon, please,” you say, your teeth lightly grazing his lip. “I need you.”

He presses his face against your shoulder as his cock pushes into your entrance, a strangled moan in your throat as you try to adjust to his size. He’s thick, and you mewl as he pushes in deeper, involuntarily clenching around him. 

 “Oh, fuck!” Leon gasps as you tighten around him, eyes wide and mouth gaping slightly.

 He takes his time pushing himself inside you, both giving you time to adjust to him, and giving himself time to savour you, the way your warm insides clench around him, the way you throb with your arousal, how tight and wet and perfect you are, even better than you were in his fantasies. He pulls back a little and pushes in deeper, kissing you all over your face as he rocks slowly into you, pace quickening when your nails dig into his back.

  “You’re- you’re so big, Lee,” you moan, heels pressing into his back. “I- oh- you feel so good.”

 You hear him breathe a laugh, and he licks over some of the marks he left on your throat. 

 He begins to move faster inside you, wet smacking sounds getting louder as he begins to lose himself to the pleasure. You arch your back and squeeze your eyes shut, moaning a chant of his name as he hits that perfect spot inside of you, your head going blank save for the building pleasure.

  His hand presses into your soft breast, and you drag your nails down his chest, making him cry out. You pinch and pull at his nipples, heat searing and your own pleasure spiking as his face contorts in bliss, groaning your name as you take his whole length.

  “I’m gonna- hah- ah! I’m gonna make you cum, baby, I’m-” his thrusts speed up, a hand going down to rub at your clit.

 You cry his name out louder as your high approaches, and he pounds into you, his gasps and moans mixing in with yours. He tells you you’re his, all his, that you belong to him, and you agree, throwing your head back as your pleasure peaks.

  You scratch down his back as the tension snaps, your orgasm washing over you as you pulse around his cock, his name on your lips. He rides you through your orgasm, wide eyed at the sight of your flushed face and chest, how brazenly lustful you look as you cum around him, pussy clenching tight. He pumps into you, and with one rough thrust, he presses his cock deep inside you and moans as he goes over the edge, rocking his hips against yours as he cums, spilling his seed deep inside you with a broken cry of your name.

 He almost collapses on you, face resting on your breast with his cock still twitching inside you as you both come down from your high. Leon’s breath fans over your heaving chest, and he slowly pushes himself up to pull out of you, keeping your legs apart to watch his cum drip out of your cunt. He almost wishes he could take a picture of you like this, looking so obscene, nipples perked and pussy leaking with his cum. 

  Your hands reach out to him as he gets off the bed, and he kisses you softly on the lips, telling you he’ll be right back to clean you up. He goes into the bathroom and emerges with a wet towel, cleaning you up as per his promise, tossing the towel away and snuggling into your naked body as you pepper soft kisses on each other, holding each other’s bare bodies tightly as sleep overtakes you.

[izur-x]

Glitch nagito x reader

Note: Sorry if the character is ooc

Two months after the entrance ceremony

"Yukizome-kun, i assigning you to be assistant homeroom teacher of the first group of the 77th class.""alright, principal kirigiri!" Yukizome answer.

Principal kirigiri Putting his elbow on the table and clenched his both hands, he look at yukizome "You've just graduated, so it may be difficult." He smiled softly "but I'm counting on you." Principal kirigiri said and then back to his poker face.

And all of a sudden

Principal kirigiri look down and say "kizakura-kun." Kizakura, who is sitting on the couch with his hand on his mouth, "sorry, sorry. I was drinking too much last night..." With an awkward smile, and he's back, putting his hand on his mouth, he look like he's about to vomit.

Principal kirigiri look at yukizome who is looking at kizakura "sorry, it's just like what you see, the homeroom teacher isn't too serious, so i think you may have some trouble." Kizakura free his hand from his mouth and bring the other hand up, "it's okay to treat the class like's it's your own!"

"I will! Leave it to me-" Yukizome bring her hand to her chest and accidentally hit it pretty hard causing her to cough, principal kirigiri sweat drop, yukizome walked to the door and say "please pardon me for that!" With one hand up and one to her chest, she closed the door, and walk to 1-b

As she infront of the class slide door, she entered "good morning!" "Wait, there's only four of you?", "Good morning." The ultimate princess said, the ultimate yakuza let out 'hump' while his legs on the table, "what's this? A women I've never seen just came in." The ultimate japanese traditional dancer say, "um, may we know who are you?" The ultimate photographer said with a sweatdrop.

"Starting today, I'll be your teacher, yukizome chisa." She tilled her head to the side with a closed eyes smile "it's nice to meet you!" "Oh, this one look's like's she'll be fun to break. Her sosial position, organs, life, and more!" Hiyoko said, yukizome show her Charter, "don't you worry. Your teacher has lot's of life insurance." With a smile like it was nothing.

"I give praise to thee." Sonia said "that isn't how we speak in japanese." Mahiru replayed. "Hold on, where did kizakura go?! He's our homeroom teacher." Fuyuhiko shouted, "if you're talking about kizakura-sensei, he's hung over and vomiting." Yukizome replay to fuyuhiko question, "again?".

And then, the door slide open reveal the ultimate nurse "sorry! I'm late!" And she trip with a VERY interesting pose...

"You do this every morning. Are you a bot? You stupid klutz of a women." Hiyoko scolded mikan"I'm sorry!","there, there... That's makes five person's" yukizome try to calm down mikan, "this may be everyone for today" sonia said to yukizome "but, (y/n)nee-san isn't here yet, that's strange!" Hiyoko bring her one hands to her chin.

"Huh, what are the others kids doing?","i don't know, and i don't care. But of course i care about mahiru and (y/n) nee-san only." Hiyoko said with a grin on her face, mahiru sweatdrop and look at yukizome "beside, attendance at this school isn't mandaroty, isn't it?" She look down, "you just need to properly train for you skills and pass the practical exams." Mahiru finnish her words, "i...i was trying to attend class-" mikan words got cut off by fuyuhiko shouting at her, make her to apologise.

Yukizome face palm, "i see... You all have these disappointing relationship, don't you?" With a disappointing tone, "this is crisis that's need to resolving!" While transformation to a blue maid outfit, kinda..

Everyone sweatdrop, "you're our Senior?" Mahiru with a surprise tone, "youth only come once. It will never return!" Yukizome walked to the back of the classroom while both of her hands on her waist.

"However, you don't even care about your classmates." "You kids are all..." "Rotten oranges!" She point her fingers at the students, "huh?!" Mahiru, hiyoko, and fuyuhiko let it out at the same time while mikan let out an 'eek!'.

And there's—

"Rotten oranges?" Sonia ask, as yukizome scolded the students, "meaning that you guys can't continue like this!" She pointed her fingers again, "let's go and bring back all your rotten friends!" "We're going to take back your lost youth!"

And just like that they looking for their classmates.

Time skip.

As they found peko, "alright! Four more to go! The door of youth is right before our eyes!" "Are we still continuing?" Mahiru ask, hiyoko is complaining and teruteru being a pervert as usual getting hit by bamboo sword by yukizome.

"Now, the next one should be them?"

As they walking "i know they should be around here..." as yukizome look at her notebook and the rest is following from behind, "when he's involved, nothing good ever happens to me!" Kazuichi complaining while he rub his back of hos head with he's hands.

And then there's a truck and hit him everyone shouted his name.

And there, a two persons standing infront of the vending machine, "that's weird..." He keep pushing the button, while the girl nodded, "i put in a thousand yen and pushed the button, but nothing is coming out." And he stop pushing the button, "im so unlucky." He sigh, "the machine is probably broken." The girl said while rubbing his back for comfort.

He realise something falls from the sky, he grab (h/c)nette head, pulling her head to his chest and the other hands on her waist, the girl seems okay with it, and a truck falls from the sky hitting the vending machine, and machine let out a sound showing that he's got the lucky one, the drink's start to come out from the vending machine.

They still hugging each other while looking down at the machine, "what, i really am lucky afterall!" Nagito komaeda the ultimate lucky student and (y/n) (l/n) the ultimate prodigy's after prodigy's, they both release the hug and start to pick up the drink's.

As they picking up, y/n want to pick up one cans someone grab it first and hands it over to y/n, she look at her with no motions at all "here." Yukizome keep her hands still (Y/n) takes the cans out of yukizome grip slowly.

As they arrive at the class, nagito laugh, "you wanted to meet a scum like-" (y/n) hit the back of nagito head, everyone sweatdrop at (y/n) actions, "stop saying that your a trash." Nagito look at (y/n) with his hands rubbing the pain on the back of his head and laugh.

Yukizome lift up her left arms "alright! Now there's only two left." She slammed with hands to the teacher desk, "everyone get yourselves ready!", "Eh?! Im exhausted! My legs are broken!" Mikan walked up to hiyoko and ask if she was alright, and ofc hiyoko scolded her.

Yukizome tell the class to start cleaning the classroom, mean a while she looking for the two students, everyone starts to clean.

Time skip.

As yukizome return with chiaki and ryota, everyone done cleaning, "yes, we'll keep going like this tommorow, too!" Yukizome said with cheerful tone, "tommorow as well, you said?" Gundham open his one eyes and look at yukizome "in this school, as long you have talent, i heard you were free to choose whether to attend class." Gundham continue.

Yukizome cross her hands "true, that's what the school rules said, but..." (Y/n) bring her attention from looking outside to yukizome with a blank eyes no spark at all, yukizome place her one hands to the desk, and look at everyone "there's more to life than just a talent. Interacting with others will build a Character and help you make a memories." "Let's help make something more important than talent shine - Your hope" yukizome continue her speech.

"Hope? That's sounds wonderful." Nagito said with a closed eyes smile, and then he put a normal face and bring he's hands up to his chin and sais "but... I already have one... Well, more hope for me, can't believe you guys-" nagito look at everyone, he was confused by everyone come to silent, no one said anything and then—

"HUH?!?!" Everyone shouted at the same time, yukizome, teruteru, kazuichi, mahiru, hiyoko, sonia and fuyuhiko walked up to nagito and asking who is it, "wah! Who is it, nagito?" Yukizome ask him with excitement "what?! Can't believe you got one before me?!" Kazuichi breakdown "no one want you, you know." Hiyoko said mean things to kazuichi, "have you do 'it' with her?!" Once again teruteru got punch by yukizome.

Nagito laugh at everyone behavior and point to someone and say "that's my hope if you asking." They follow his fingers lead them to.....

"(Y/N)?!?!"

(Y/n) once again look the window and then shift her attention to everyone with bored eyes "what?", And everyone keep asking the same thing with nagito to (y/n).

And of course (y/n) answer the questions one by one, and then she stop, she got up from her seat walk to the window, open it, and jump out of it.

Everyone shouted except nagito, as a future husband childhood friend (+ best friend) he walked to the window, but first he bow to the teacher and everyone else, and joining (y/n) everyone look through the window to see if they are okay.

The fact that they're fine from falling us shocking, everyone sigh relief and packing their stuff and go to their dorm

For (y/n) and nagito, they didn't life in a dorm, they life together outside the campus, peacefully, no shouting, no chaos, as they walked to their house, the classmates minus chiaki and ryota, don't forget about yukizome, following them, as (y/n) and nagito stol walking "well this is our stop." Nagito grab (y/n) hands and kiss it.

(Y/n) look at nagito action, she avoided nagito face because her cheeks is reddened a bit, "let's go, what are we waiting for?" Nagito ask her with a warm smile, the group who spy them is dying, especially kazuichi and teruteru.

Nagito step closer to (y/n), grab her right cheeks and slowly lift her head to Making her look at him and....

Everyone look at them intensely wishing them to kiss, it's obviously nagito noticed it, although he was originally want to kiss (y/n) but not in the public, (y/n) open her mouth a little and close her eyes.

Nagito bring his face close to her, they're not kissing, only a small gaps between their lips, and yet their breath becomes heavy, they stay for a while like that, holding each other really close and then they parted away.

The group is currently crying, they can't handle it so they back to their own dorm, and then nagito took a chances to actually kiss her, (y/n) look at nagito who is not looking at her, she follows where's nagito was looking and see their classmates walking away with tears and yukizome who is crying, shouted 'youth' repeatly with both arms up.

The couple looks at them sweatdrop, nagito hands still gripping on (y/n) cheeks and waist, he brings his attention to the women who he's holding, moving his hands from her cheeks to the back if her head and start kissing her jawlines.

(Y/n) shocked and covering her neck and look at nagito, "w-why did you do that?" (Y/n) wanted to back up but nagito hands still on her waist, "hm? Oh, just.. forgot it." Before (y/n) can answer that, a pairs of lips touching (y/n) lips, pulling her to a kiss by nagito.

(Y/n) eyes shot open, shock for a second and then giving in, and finally they parted away, nagito smiled at (y/n), he let go her cheeks and grab (y/n) hands, walk in to the house.

I'll make a part two out of this

[baecvlt]

First Love

Pairing: Sougami (Byakuya Togami x Kazuichi Soda)

Warnings: Smut (all wholesome tho bc they barely met in this one)

A/N: Decided to write this up for the bestie (komaedanovio on TikTok; follow them). Azul would die for them and there are 0 fics abt them sooo. Yeah.

“So you’re part of the Future Foundation, huh?”

Byakuya pushes his glasses back as they were falling off his nose, then turning around to see the person who spoke. “Uh, yes,” he answered the pink haired man behind him, he stuck out his hand that he’d covered with a handkerchief,“Byakuya Togami”. They shook hands.

“Name’s Kazuichi Soda”

“I know. The ‘Ultimate Mechanic’, is it not?”

“Yeah! You look really rich. Valentino Couture?”

“Yeah—,” Byakuya answered, then looked down at his suit,“How did you know?”. “My mom was somewhat a tailor. She’d help fix and sew up suits such as yours, so I obviously had to recognize Italian threads,” he explained,“Made sure I washed my hands before approaching you, can’t stain a fine suit like that”. Byakuya was somewhat impressed. No one has ever appreciated his attire, he looked like a snob to most people.

Then again, Kazuichi isn’t most people.

“She taught me to sew, never let me handle suits,” Kazuichi added,“But I’d always see them in the closet hung up nicely”. He had a warm smile on his face, reminiscing tends to bring a little joy to him. “I think that’s just honorable,” Byakuya said warmly. “You think so?”. Byakuya nodded, the smile on Kazuichi’s face spreading. “Thanks,” he mumbled, but spoke up,“We should keep in touch, y’know?”. Byakuya began to think. He wasn’t really one for friends, Kazuichi was extremely beneath him. On the other hand, he was interesting to talk to and didn’t seem like a pest, right?

“That’s fine”

“Alright! How about we meet up during the island celebration? Tonight?”

Byakuya nodded, he didn’t know why, but he nodded. “Cool! See you later, Togami”. Kazuichi ran off, going to see if he can help with cleanup someway. As he ran, Byakuya had just realized he agreed to hang out with someone who he had just met. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, but it was just weird to him. I guess, he just seemed nice enough. Whatever. Now that the Tragedy is over, it’d be nice to return things to normal. Byakuya was ready to make new partnerships and if his first besides his classmates was to be Kazuichi, so be it.

Later that evening, Byakuya made sure to attend. He got there early, making it easier to spot Kazuichi. He was around Gundham and Sonia, who had begun warming up to him. Their eyes locked, Byakuya waved. Kazuichi waved back as he called for him,“Togami! Wait up—”. He ran from his two classmates and to Byakuya. Everyone had gotten dressed up, Kazuichi in a nice little suit that complimented his hair. He had glasses on this time. “What a surprise!,” he cheered,“I thought you would’ve bailed!”. That was sad to say the least. “How could I do such a thing? I had to come anyway,” Byakuya explained,“Makoto can’t drive...he’s also in the Future Foundation”.

“So I’ve heard. Can I offer you a drink?”

“Why not?”

Byakuya was a pessimist, this we know. He was as pessimistic as they come. Hanging out with Kazuichi was something he told himself wouldn’t be worth his time, but he agreed, so he had to suck it up. To his surprise, hanging out with him wasn’t so bad. In fact, he’ll never admit it, but Byakuya actually enjoyed Kazuichi’s company. They went for a glass of punch, enjoyed the feast, danced with friends till dawn. Around 4am (because damn, this party was just never gonna end), they took it upon themselves to walk along the beach. As they walked, conversations took place. Byakuya went off on a rant about his limousine life, riding in one everyday and how he feared for his life when doing so. His limo made a sound that sounded as if it were going to fall apart any time soon.

“It was a scratching noise against the asphalt and absolutely terrorized me as a child. To this day, I won’t enter a limousine. I just can’t”

“Scratching? Gee, only thing that comes to mind is the exhaust coming down. Wish I could’ve seen it and told you for sure”

“I still have it in a hidden garage. It’s that valuable”

“Oh, nice! Maybe, I can stop by and see what’s wrong. You’ll have to drive it though”

Byakuya raised a brow. “You’re the mechanic, are you not?,” he asked. Kazuichi laughed nervously, nodding. “See, thing is...I get terribly carsick”. Well, that was new. It was confusing to Byakuya, just as the confusion hit, Kazuichi added:

“Isn’t that funny? The rich guy who’s scared of limos and the mechanic with carsickness”

Byakuya snickered,“Yeah, I guess that’s unheard of”.

They laughed, finding a perfect place to sit down. It was late. Dark and late, the sand was cool against their hands. They took off their shoes, setting them aside. The waves crashes on the shore, “So, what next?,” Kazuichi asked. His voice was softer, Byakuya took notice. “What do you mean?,” he asked. Kazuichi pushed back his hair and shrugged. “I mean, now that we’re all free”. Byakuya took time to give a proper answer, he had a plan.

“Well, for starters, after we finish cleanup, do the very best to rebuild homes. Slowly as we become civilized again, I rebuild the Togami Conglomerate. It’s what my family would’ve wanted and for them, I’d do just about anything” “Wow” “And yourself?”

Kazuichi smiled, facing him. “I’ve been working on blueprints here and there to, get this, introduce new transportation for us all!”. Byakuya shrugged. “You haven’t heard the best part, though,” he added,“You’ll never guess what it is!”.

“Flying car?

“That sounds awesome— No! That’s not it at all!”

“What is it?”

Kazuichi bit back his smile and answered,“A monorail! One that goes super fast! I just know it’s possible! Average monorail? 70 miles per hour, but if I get it right, It could go 200 miles per hour...ore more!”. Now, Byakuya was smiling. “Impressive,” he responded,“It’d be very convenient for people to get around”.

“I’m glad you think so”

Kazuichi faced the ocean, sighing deeply. “I’ve just always wanted to build transportation, really fast ones,” he said,“My old man doubted me, though. He didn’t think it was realistic. He said cars I can do, but never anything past that. Something about cars is all the family knows, I dunno”.

“I think you can do it”

“You’re just saying things—”

“No, I know you can. You have something other geniuses lack. You have the heart. Where there’s heart, there is will”

“That means a lot coming from you”

“Why from me?”

Kazuichi explained that he knows about Byakuya’s family and they didn’t sound any easier, either. “We didn’t have good upbringings,” he said,“But you, you had it so hard. Yet, you overcame all of that shit. If you survived that and all of this, I know you can rebuild your conga line”

“Conglomerate?”

“Yeah, that”

They smiled. “Man to man,” Kazuichi added,“Is settling down in that plan?”. Byakuya hadn’t thought of that at all. Would he even want to settle down? Jesus. That was the last thing he expected to think about. “I’m going to be completely honest with you,” Byakuya answered,“I have no idea. That isn’t something that’s come to mind. While I’d like to have someone to continue my legacy, I just don’t know. Tell me about your plan?”. Kazuichi was confused now, he didn’t think Byakuya was gonna return the question. “I would like to, but who’d love me?,” he muttered. He continued.

“I never had the best luck with women, but then sometimes, I sit and wonder,’Do I really feel this way about women?’ I try to be such a people pleaser, I sometimes don’t even know if I genuinely like something or if I say I do because that’s what’s expected of me and I’ve never told anyone else that, wow”

Byakuya sucked at being comforting, we also know this, but he really wanted to be there for Kazuichi. “I think I’m gay,” Kazuichi blurted, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”. Byakuya shook his head,“First of all, congratulations”. Kazuichi couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Second of all, don’t apologize for being truthful to yourself,” he said,“I’m not exactly of heterosexual persuasion either”.

“Oh, thank god. I though I was going to be killed and thrown into the ocean”

“Nah, because who on this island is straight? Absolutely no one”

“You might be right...wow. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gaaaayyy”

Byakuya laughed,“Let it out, I guess”. “I’ve just never said that out loud! It feels so freeing!”. Kazuichi stood up and ran to the ocean. At the top of his lungs, he professed his attraction to men. He ran back, only for them to hear someone say. “You love who you love, man, more power to ya!”. They laughed at that moment, laughed so hard their stomach cramped. “Who even was that?,” Kazuichi sobbed.

“I think that might’ve been Yasuhiro”

“O-Oh, at least you know him”

They calmed down, enjoying their time on the sand. “This was fun,” Kazuichi mumbled. “I agree”. He scoot closer to Byakuya, who unknowingly wrapped his arm around his waist. He caressed his sides, softly. Kazuichi lay his head on Byakuya’s shoulder, which he didn’t mind. There was just something really comforting about this. “What’s most important to you in a relationship?,” Kazuichi asked. His voice was still soft, but unlike before, it wasn’t stern or blue. “For both of us to have ambition and goals set,” he answered,“What’s important to you?”.

“I just wanna trust someone. It’s hard for me to trust anyone, really. So as long as I can trust them and they’re kind, that’s all I want”

“Well, I’m a brutally honest cunt”

“I love brutally honest cunts”

He laughed as he continued to rub down his sides. As the saying goes, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. Plus, tonight was going just great. “Look at me,” Byakuya said. “Hm?”. Kazuichi faced him, only to be grabbed and pulled to Byakuya’s lips. He gasped, a blush coming across his face as Byakuya kissed him ever so tenderly. They pulled away slowly. Kazuichi covered his face, Byakuya reaching for his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “No! Its okay!,” he blurted,“It was more than okay! I-I’ve just never kissed another dude before. Okay, I’ve never actually kissed anyone else”.

“Oh?”

“Well, I have, but not like this”

“I can tell. Your lips, they were so soft and inexperienced. Untouched, I’d say”

As Byakuya said this, he placed his thumb gently on Kazuichi’s lips, sliding it down soft and slowly; he shuddered before he spoke. “I want you to kiss me again,” he muttered against his sliding thumb. “Good”. Kazuichi’s breath hitched as Byakuya grabbed his jaw, gently kissed him. He kissed back now with more readiness, his hand digging into the sand. Byakuya’s hand moved from his jaw to his throat, gripping softly. A sweet moan escaped Kazuichi’s lips, making him bite Byakuya’s bottom lip. He winced, pulling away momentarily. “Sorry,” he whispered. Byakuya reassured him it was okay, but Kazuichi shook his head. “Let me kiss it better,” he cooed, pushing Togami on his back. Soda straddled him, pecking his lower lip.

Now, Byakuya was blushing.

“Ah, don’t hate me, but I kinda drew blood”

“You? Withdraw blood? With those teeth? Also unheard of”

“Hey! Shut up about my teeth”

“I like your teeth”

“I like you”

“Really? Prove yourself truthful”

“Say less”

“WHAT THE FUCK”

Soda quickly got off of Togami, who sat up just as fast. There stood Hiyoko, Mahiru, Ibuki, and Mikan. “Hey girls!,” Kazuichi waved,“Togami was just helping me find my glasses. We found them know, so there’s no need to worry”. “Oh don’t worry, we were just on our way to the cabins,” Mahiru explained. “What goes on in the cabins stays in the cabins! Wooho- ouch!”. Hiyoko acting as if she didn’t just nudge the fuck out of Ibuki. “Y-You know, if you two are going to, uhm, continue what you were d-doing here,” Mikan began to suggest,“Maybe you c-could go get a cabin too. The others are headed over here”. Kazuichi looked at Byakuya, who nodded. “Okay then! Let’s go!”.

So there they were, following the girls to the cabins. “I say we go to mine, just to be safe,” Kazuichi explained,“Besides, I got to clean up. It looks greats now”. Byakuya just nodded, he couldn’t utter a word. For some reason, his heart was pounding out of his chest. The girl’s split from them, giggling as they entered their room. “Home sweet home,” Kazuichi said as he opened the door. They stepped in, Kazuichi locking it. He had turned the lights on, but once he jumped on his bed, Byakuya turned them off. “Oh, you’re straight to the point, aren’t you?,” Kazuichi teased as he held his arms open for Byakuya to crawl in. He did just that, kissing him all over. He focused on his lips for about 30 seconds, before moving on to his neck, and finally he unbuttoned his shirt a little to kiss along his chest. Feeling his shirt unbutton, Kazuichi took it upon himself to do the same to Byakuya, except unbuttoning it all.

“Togami..

“Yeah?”

“Lay down”

“Alright”

Byakuya lay down as Kazuichi got between his legs, hands on his belt buckle. “Can I...?”. Byakuya nodded, giving Kazuichi permission to take it off. Carefully, he slid off his jeans and briefs, exposing his pale cock. At that point, it was quite obvious that Kazuichi had no idea as to what he was doing and supposed to do. He began by grabbing his cock, licking at his tip a little, stroking him. Byakuya snickered as Kazuichi’s eyes met his, but breathed deeply. He put his mouth over it, bobbing his head, accidentally hitting his throat. He gagged, but not loudly. Byakuya played with his hair, not yet grabbing it. “Take your time,” he comforted,“I want you to enjoy this as much as I am...Fuck~ you’re doing so well”.

Kazuichi was really, really struggling. He had to think back to the most realistic porno he’s ever seen. What were these people doing that he hasn’t? Try being sloppy maybe? Cursing himself for his lack of education in gay sex (well, actually, just sex in general), he worked with what he knew. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself. Little did he know, he was actually putting Byakuya on edge. Byakuya hardly cursed and when he did, it was for good reason. Like right now, Kazuichi was giving him the sloppiest head in that moment. He was doing so well, Byakuya became fixated his mouth. Something about his mouth drove him insane.

And then there was Kazuichi, still believing he was doing terrible. His thoughts were racing.

I know I’m doing something wrong...

Is he even enjoying it?

God, I’m so out of his league...

Maybe if I just spit...

What would my dad think of this? Wait, my dad’s dead—

Kazuichi allowed himself to drool all over his cock. Byakuya moaned, pushing his head back. “No more, I’m so close...,” he gasped,“I’d prefer to finish elsewhere...”. Kazuichi’s stomach sank. “O-Oh,” he stuttered,“Okay, I guess I’ll just lay down”. Byakuya got in between his legs now, removing his jeans amd boxers, examining him, realizing he’d look better completely nude. Kazuichi shivered, which he also took note of. “Let me pull a bedsheet over us,” he said,“You look cold”. “Thank you,” Kazuichi muttered as Byakuya fumbled for the covers.

“Better?”

“Still a little chilly”

“Okay, Uhm- how about now?”

Byakuya held Kazuichi with his arms wrapped around him, bare chests making contact. “Feels so nice,” he mumbled. Byakuya placed a kiss on his chest before warning him about prep.

“Please be gentle”

“I will be, just relax. Breathe”

Kazuichi was shaking at this point, he was so nervous and didn’t know why. Byakuya held him tightly, stopping himself from entering even a finger in the guy. “You’re shaking,” he noted,“Is everything okay?”. Kazuichi nodded, explaining,“This is my first time, I just want you to be gentle”. Byakuya helped him work on his breathing. He placed a warm hand on his chest, making sure his heart rate slows down. “There,” he whispered,“I’m gonna go slow”. Kazuichi nodded, bracing himself.

Prep wasn’t actually bad?

He took Byakuya’s first two fingers well, but then the third one made him whine (and cry a little). Nonetheless, he just wanted to get it over with. The pain had gone away once Byakuya had curled his fingers a few times. Kazuichi made small noises as he took his fingers, whining when pulled out. With his other hand, he cupped Kazuichi’s jaw, but slowly slit it down to his throat. Kazuichi gasped as he felt Byakuya’s grip tighten. “I’m going to ruin you ever so softly,” he whispered,“Understood?”.

“Yes...”

“Good”

Byakuya took his cock out, placing Kazuichi’s legs on his shoulders. Still tight, he groaned as he pushed in. “Ah! Fuck...”. Along with being filled by Byakuya’s cock, the grip on his throat remained, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Byakuya kept his thrusts slow, just like be promised. “I-Is this okay?,” Byakuya managed.

“Harder”

“I just started. D-Don’t you want to ease into it first”

“No, just— please. Also...”

Kazuichi moved his hand to Byakuya’s choking hand, pressing it down harder against him. “What you’re asking for could hurt you, um...Are you sure?,” Byakuya asked. Kazuichi nodded, fisting Byakuya’s hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. In response, Byakuya only thrust harder into him. He knew he wouldn’t last long, seeing Kazuichi’s already fucked out face. Each thrust only made his blush deepen and his stomach acids find new ways to make him feel sick. Byakuya came to the realization that his cock already had the guy in shambles and in a trance, almost. He was making him feel good, but he knew that he wasn’t exactly fucking him the way he should be fucked, deserves to be fucked. He wasn’t hitting his sweet spot just right, Byakuya taking it upon himself to experiment with his thrusts.

“Ngh! Hey, why’d you stop doing that? It felt— Ah!”

Found it.

Byakuya tried thrusting with his cock in that angle, but realized it was harder in this position. “Ass up,” he sighed, slightly out of breath. Kazuichi didn’t hesitate whatsoever, immediately laying on his stomach with his ass in the air. Sure, he already felt weak in his knees, but that wouldn’t stop him from letting Byakuya do him the way he was about to.

It didn’t take long for Byakuya to rediscover this new spot, hitting it repeatedly. Kazuichi dug his face into the soft, white pillows; practically screaming as he was unraveling underneath Byakuya. His whines were perpetual and if you listened closely, you could hear exactly what he was saying in a quiet breath.

“Yesyesyes, oh! Please don’t stop now pleasepleaseplease I can’t take it anymore, Ah! I love you, I love you so much, I really love you, o-oh thank you..”

Byakuya smiled at his low, yet raspy words. I love you? “How cute,” he muttered, pulling his messy pink hair back. Kazuichi’s hand shook as he moved it too his leaking cock. “I’m close, Togami, please don’t stop”. Byakuya snickered,“I don’t plan on it”. Gently, he shoved his head back down onto the pillow, also nearing his high. Without warning, Byakuya came after a few thrusts. Feeling his warmth, Kazuichi came right after. He collapsed onto the mattress, head in the pillows and trying his very best to catch his breath. As he took deep breaths, Byakuya smiled as his fingers walked up the blushing boy’s back, tracing small circles and figure eights.

“You’re too kind”

“You deserve it,” Byakuya whispered, placing a hand on Kazuichi’s hip and kissing up and down his back (and to his neck). Kazuichi turned around, Byakuya getting to kiss his stomach a few times before being pulled up by Kazuichi. “Ah!”. He laughed as he held Byakuya tighter, nuzzling him. Byakuya may have been taller, but Kazuichi was definitely stronger.

“Gotcha”

Byakuya would be annoyed, but not when Kazuichi has the goofiest and most smug look on his face. Eventually he let him go, laying by him. Kazuichi’s hair was ruined by their little night Basically, he ended up with his tiny braid undone. Kazuichi twirled his excess hair in between his fingers. “Oh- Allow me,” Byakuya said, finding the rubber band used to fasten the hair, braiding. Kazuichi’s eyes stared at him lovingly, watching Byakuya put his glasses back on just to redo his braid. “Annnnnd...done”. Byakuya rubbed his chest before reaching for the the ground and picking up his briefs, putting them back on. He tossed Kazuichi his boxers.

“Thanks”

“Of course”

They lay next to each other, Kazuichi playing with Byakuya’s hair. “I’m so glad I met you,” Byakuya admitted. “Ditto”. Byakuya grabbed his chin, pulling him in for a slow, passionate kiss. Suddenly, the door creaked open, but two girls rush in, already fondling each other.

“Excited, aren’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be when you look so—”

Kazuichi and Byakuya stared at the two women, who awkwardly stared back.

“Togami?”

“Fukawa?...WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH NAEGI’S SISTER?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MECHANIC?”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t”

“Sounds good to me! Come on, Komaru”

The girls ran out, thus allowing Kazuichi and Byakuya to finish their little makeout session. Eventually, it tired them out, sleeping in each other’s arms. Before sleep, Byakuya wondered something, but decided it could wait. The next morning, Kazuichi woke up first, planting a small kiss on Byakuya’s lips. As his eyes fluttered open, Kazuichi gasped. “My prince has finally awoken”.

“Silly”

“I know”

Byakuya kissed him properly, getting up to bathe. Upon entering the shower, he heard the door open. “Can I join?!”. Byakuya invited him in, closing the shower door. “Did you want something before we go?,” Byakuya asked, making Kazuichi blush. “Uh, no, um...did you?”. Byakuya shook his head.

“I just wanted to shower with you”

“I see. Help me with my hair, I’ll help you with yours”

Kazuichi nodded, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it into his hair. It didn’t take long to add in the conditioner in too since his hair was short. Now, Byakuya got to Kazuichi’s hair. He took care of Kazuichi, being less awkward about washing him up. It’s not that Kazuichi wasn’t into helping him, he was insecure about touching him. He wanted to do it right, sometimes doubting himself and what he was doing. Byakuya on the other hand, was confident in what he was doing as he massaged Kazuichi’s scalp whilst washing him. “Did you mean it?”.

“Mean what?”

“Last night while I was destroying you from the inside out—”

“Of course”

“—you said you loved me....well, did you mean it? I know people say things they don’t mean in a state of bliss, but-”

“Togami, I meant every word”

Byakuya’s heart skipped a beat as Kazuichi spoke. “If you mean it, tell me right now that you love me,” he ordered. “I love you, Togami. Do you love me?”. Byakuya held onto him, hugging him tightly. “Well, I guess this is my answer,” Kazuichi laughed,“Hey— Are you crying?”. Obviously crying, (because he was emotional for some reason) Byakuya backed away.

“Of course not! Me? Crying? No, never!”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“Was this too fast?”

“What? You’re telling me you don’t believe in love at first sight?”

“I guess I do”

They finished up their shower and got dressed, heading out. Everyone had already met up at the dock. “Jesus, where the hell were you two?!,” Makoto asked, genuinely concerned. “Yeah, we were about to go search,” Hajime added. “I was helping Kazuichi pack something. I saw him struggle in his room with it,” Byakuya said, calmly. Kazuichi just went along with it. “Yeah, my tools wouldn’t pack well,” he explained,“Togami was just helping me stuff everything into my toolbox”. A low mutter was heard, but you’d have to be close enough to understand it.

“Yeah, right. That toolbox wasn’t the only thing Byakuya was stuffing...—”

“FUKAWA!”

“Alright! That does it for the headcount!,” Makoto announced,“Let’s get going. We have a rebuilt city to settle into!”. As everyone cheered on boarded the boat with their own individual classes, Byakuya rushed closer to Kazuichi. “Will I see you again?,” Kazuichi asked.

“Soon. May I kiss you goodbye, or would that be too much a cliche?”

“Yeah, but I love cliches. All the best movies have ‘em”

“So do I”

They kissed tenderly, Byakuya holding his waist. They pulled away, smiling. “See ya around,” Kazuichi mumbled. “Goodbye, Souda”.

[murdertrialimagines]

Sdr2 Boys Finding Their S/O Dead

“Hiya, if you're not busy could I request the Sdr2 boys finding S/O dead/the trial?”

Slowly getting through all of the ‘(insert game) characters finding their SO dead’ requests! I hope you enjoy! Story under the tag~

WARNING: Mentions of Suicide, Cussing

Hajime Hinata

He doesn’t know what attracted him to you

Your amazing ability? You’re genuine compassion for your talent? The way you didn’t care that he didn’t know his talent?

No matter how you spun it, he liked you

And do you know how ecstatic he was to have you return those feelings? 

You were one of the only things giving him hope as all of his friends died, one by one

But he swore you wouldn’t die. You were friends with everyone who had survived this long, and there was no reason for you to be a victim

But friends can always turn on each other, in the end

All of you were so close to getting out, having found an island with an amusement park, and more importantly, a code

Sadly, the code had been scratched out

And then, to top it all off, you were all whisked away to the worst fun-house money can buy

Everyone was starving and dehydrated, too weak to even walk properly, in some cases

Everyone had been succumbed to morning exercises, and it was time for just that

Everyone showed up one by one, until he realized someone was missing. You

 He shot a remark at Monokuma before racing back to the main rooms, checking yours

He was dizzy from exertion, but when he opened your door he could see the scene distinctly

Your body sprawled on the floor, face blue and something tied around your neck

Then he passed out

He awoke to something pressed against his lips, and gratefully drank it when he realized it was water

As his vision returned he saw he was in the main hall of their prison, Chiaki next to him holding a bottle of water.

“What happened?”

“You passed out because you pushed yourself too far running to find Y/n”

‘Y/n...’

Hajime jumped up and began to run towards the rooms when Chiaki stopped him

“I have to see-” “You need to eat.” “But-” “You can’t...help her if you pass out again.” Chiaki held out some kind of energy bar

Hajime snatched it, ripping of the wrapper and running, eating it as her went

The sight was just as bad as he had remembered

All of his fellow classmates minus Chiaki were in your room, staring at your body, and when they noticed Hajime, they stared at him

No one spoke, and he started his own investigation, ignoring them

He looked at your body. He didn’t want to investigate you, but he knew you had to

He cringed the second he touched you. Cold.

Hajime tried to do the minimal to your body, only noting the sheet wrapped tightly around your neck and how you looked like you were sleeping with your eyes closed.

He refused to disturb you anymore, and investigated the room and people around before the trial began.

The trial started noticeably slower than usual, Chiaki being forced to pick up Hajime’s slack

He started engaging slowly, but found his eyes flickering to your stand every time he made a good point, expecting that smile you gave him whenever it happened

The trial picked up, and he found himself able to focus better if he pretended that you weren’t the victim

And then the mystery broke

Everyone watched as Sonia broke the second they accused her, her shakily yet charmingly explaining that her country needed her, than she needed to get out

“I don’t care.” Hajime snapped, succeeding in cutting Sonia off. “You killed someone! You killed Y/n...you don’t deserve your country, or the right to leave.”

Hajime blocked out Sonia’s cries and Kazuichi’s disbelief, hand already on his voting panel

As he predicted, everyone voted Sonia, even Kazuichi, and they all watched as Sonia was executed to the style of Snow White

He returned to his cottage after a small talk with Chiaki on how to not have this hold him back

After he locked his door he sat down on his bed, staring at the part where his wall connected to the floor

How could he get over this? You were the one person who made him feel special, even among these high-school level supers.

He felt empty again

Nagito Komaeda

This was all an accident.

Nagito’s luck seemed to fail him, and it resulted in you covered in punch, sand, and almonds. Don’t ask how

You had run off from the beach where the incident occurred, abruptly ending the small beach party that had been going on

Mahiru called Nagito disgusting for not following you, but he knew you needed space

How he wished he had followed you

he had been woken up that night to pounding on his door, and found a tearful Ibuki, blubbering incoherent words before taking Nagito’s arm and dragging him to your cottage 

He could smell blood from yards away, and found your room filed with people

He at first noted the broken lock, then he saw the body

Your body

You had been bludgeoned, it was very obvious to see from the blood running from the wound on your head and the blood on the corner of your desk

“How unfortunate.”

Everyone gave Nagito a surprised look at his words, wondering why he was so calm

To be truthful, he was panicking

Ultimates were dying! You were such an extraordinary person, how could you be gone?!

“Well, there’s nothing to do but investigate!”

And with that, everyone began to slowly investigate, asking each other questions about their whereabouts at the time of death

There were almost no clues to everyone's dismay, and when trial time was announced, everyone felt uneasy

But the trial came, everyone bewildered by how calm and collected Nagito was. Well, as calm and collected as one could see Nagito as.

No one was hopeful, there were only a handful of clues and nothing to show for them

Until it came to light that the lock was broken by someone trying to get to the body, not kill you

“So Y/n...let the killer in?”

The trial came to a new light, and suddenly many more clues opened up until a huge break was found

“What do you mean Y/n was the original killer?” Hiyoko yelled. “You mean her victim got her first?”

Very soon after that, the truth came to light

“I didn’t mean to kill her! She attacked me first! I just...didn’t want to die!”

“No matter what way you spin it, you still killed her. You’re still the blackened, Mahiru.”

Mahiru broke down, crying on her podium as Hiyoko called Hajime and Nagito alike horrible names

But there was definitive proof, and they voted rightfully to execute Mahiru

They watched as she was executed, Hiyoko screaming as Mahiru gave her final breath

Nagito left before anyone even noticed he was gone, and quietly made his way to the beach, standing on the shore

“Such a great talent gone.”

He picked up a rock and threw it into the water, watching it sink

Why did he feel...bad? Hadn’t you also tried to kill an Ultimate?

He went back to his cottage, sleeping will get his mind off things

But through his entire time in this killing game, the feeling lingered

He couldn’t shake off this unknown feeling of loss.

Byakuya Togami

Togami didn’t want this

This was the exact opposite of what he wanted

He had specifically taken away everything that could be used as a weapon

And here you were, lifeless on the floor, a somehow perfect stab wound to the chest

You two hadn’t even known each other for long, a week and a half, two weeks top

But those two weeks had given you two something that could never be taken away

An unspoken bond that instantly clicked you two together

But that was gone now, you were gone, because someone saw your death as a way to escape this island

Nobody really knew what to do, as you were the first death. People were in shock, screaming, crying, asking, how could someone do this to a friend?

He knew he had to keep his persona as the one who didn’t care, and no one else knew the connection he had with you

“Well, obviously one of you has fallen into the bear’s trap. There is nothing to do now but investigate.”

And with his words, everyone began to hesitantly look over your body and the area for clues

He helped as well, investigating your body, making sure that nothing else was wrong with you before leaving to talk to the others

Byakuya’s mind was racing a mile a minute, wondering how this had happened, and to you, of all people

And then the trial started

No one had a clue as to who killed you or how to even start the trial, let alone try and catch a killer

So Togami, even if he wasn’t the real Togami, stepped up, stating the obvious facts first

Slowly, everyone started working on the case, and Togami noticed Chiaki and Hajime’s niche for solving the missing pieces of the case with the little evidence they had

Togami helped out, well, as much as his alias would allow him to

To be honest, he wanted to help out so much more, show his true emotions, but he knew he never could under this personality

But still, the truth came out

Nagito Komaeda, the ultimate lucky student, was sentenced to execution for killing you

As Nagito’s laugh pierced the air and confessed he just killed the nearest person, Togami spaced out

You were killed because of something so trivial as where you were standing? Why had you chosen that unlucky moment to converse, when the majority of their short party you were by Togami’s side? How did he not find the knife?

But there was nothing he could do as Nagito said his chilling farewell and was dragged away to his rightfully deserved demise

Togami left right after the execution, stating he had nothing to say, nor did he want the pity of his fellow classmates

As soon as he got to his room his facade fell

He felt tears running down his face as he punched the wall before sliding down it, sitting on the floor

Why you? And why was this affecting him so much, even though you had barely known each other

He couldn’t explain it, but he felt he knew you for much longer than your time on this island had permitted

Why did he feel something more was missing?

Why was everything so wrong?

Gundham Tanaka

He wished he had spent more time with you

After all, you two were together

But recently, he had been hanging out with Sonia. It was nothing more than a friendship, but he could see how saddened you became when they hung out without you

And then it became where Sonia obviously had a thing for Gundham, making both of you uncomfortable

Gundham knew he should stop her advances, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. On the other hand, he knew how much it hurt you

He doubled down on spending time with you, rejecting Sonia’s offers to hang out because he had planned days for just the two of you

This time, Gundham had planned a picnic in the park on the original island, and honestly he was pretty excited

He had packed lunches (even for his Devas), and was looking forward to spending the whole day just cloud watching and telling stories with you

He had asked you to bring the picnic blanket, and to get there earlier to set it up, and he would arrive only a few minutes after you

But he learned the hard way that a few minutes could change everything

Gundham had shown up right on time, ready for a day of just you

But when he arrived, he found the last sight he wanted to see

You, laid down on the red and white blanket, the white spots died a faint pink now

But you weren’t sleeping, the object protruding from your chest said otherwise.

Gundham couldn’t move. Was this real? How could this happen? No one even knew of your day besides Sonia!

He had his Devas go fetch everyone else while he crouched next your body, gently grazing his fingers over your face and the steak knife in your chest

He closed your eyes, before stroking your hair back one more time and laying your head back on the blanket

Everyone had shown up, shocked at the scene

Everyone began investigating, Gundham only letting Mikan, Chiaki, and Hajime near your body. No one else needed to be in your presence in this state.

He refused to answer anyone’s questions, even ignoring Sonia until Kazuichi pulled her away

And then the trial started, and the only thing Gundham could see was the empty spot right across from him, yourself now replaced with a straight-faced picture of yourself, x’d out in what he hoped was pink paint

He doubled down on helping this trial, not hesitating to call anyone out on even the smallest slip up, calling them names they couldn’t even understand

He didn’t randomly accuse anyone, he didn’t want to cause confusion or somehow get the blackened a way to escape

So when it all came to light, he was ready to come down on the murderer with all his might

“Kazuichi, how could you?! You are destined for an eternity of purgatory!”

Everyone started drowning the crying mechanic in questions, asking why he did it. He only spoke up when Sonia asked him

“I...I didn’t like how Sonia was spending so much time with Gundham! I wanted to just scare him a little, so when I caught wind that him and Y/n were having a picnic I wanted to scare Gundham a bit...but he didn’t get there first! Y/n did! She saw me in the bush with the knife and I tried to explain it to her but she kept yelling and when she tried to run away, I panicked and...and...” 

Kazuichi broke down into more tears, and Gundham could feel all eyes on him and Sonia

Without another word they all voted, and watched as Kazuichi Soda was brutally executed for killing one of their friends

Afterwards, Gundham left, ignoring Sonia as she tried to approach him

And he kept avoiding her, days after the trial, a week

Actually, he avoided everyone

He had a chance to spend so much more time with you, to save you

But you were gone

The Y/n you were no longer exists in any form but a memory

One that he refused to let go of for even a second.

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi felt like the luckiest man alive to be able to be with you

He had to admit, he was head over heels for Sonia for a while, but that was never true love, just a small crush based on appearances that he let run for far too long

And when he finally got to know you more, he realized he’d been focusing on the wrong girl the whole time

After your first interaction you were practically joined at the hip, best friends as well as lovers

You two did everything together, whether it’s just helping Kazuichi with a mechanics project, or making stupid bets and dares

You two were the ‘Dumbass Duo’, as Fuyuhiko had put it, and quite frankly you wouldn’t have it any other way

Kazuichi had spent this fateful day searching for you. You two had plans to race go-karts you two had built from scratch, but you were a no-show

“Y/n?” Kazuichi had knocked on your door three separate times today, and checked all the available islands, but you were nowhere to be found

He attempted knocking on your door for the fourth time when the door was finally unlocked. He opened the door and first noticed a little note on on the floor

“Thought I’d give you some help!” Signed with a hastily drawn Monokuma symbol

The room was dark, and Kazuichi felt the wall for the lights

“Y/n-”

As the room lit up, he froze

He had thought he had gotten used to the sight of dead bodies

But seeing you lightly swinging from the ceiling with a rope around your neck, he crumbled

With a scream Kazuichi ran to your body, grabbing the collapsed chair underneath you

“Somebody help me!”

He stood on the chair and yanked the rope from the hook it was situated on, catching your body

Everyone who came in the room saw Kazuichi holding you, sobbing, begging for you to wake up as the body announcement rang

But you never did

He was inconsolable throughout the investigation, sitting in the corner and crying until he couldn’t anymore

He stayed silent during the trial, watching everyone as they discussed your death

When suicide was brought up, Kazuichi intervened

“Y/n would never! Sure, she hated it here, but she wanted to get out alive, just like the rest of us! We were going to survive together!”

Everyone was surprised by Kazuichi’s sudden contribution, some even refuting him

He felt a tidal wave of relief when Hajime found enough evidence to rule out suicide

He would never have forgiven himself if he had missed those signs

But, you were still dead

Murdered

And he knew he had to catch your killer

He started putting his two cents in to the trial, trying to see if he could debunk alibis because of all of the searching he did on the islands today

And it worked

“Akane, your alibi about being at the beach training is a lie. Were you the one who killed Y/n, and staged it as a suicide?”

Kazuichi watched as Chiaki and Hajime came at Akane from every angle, her stuttering excuses and yells no match for the solid proof

And when the voting concluded a success, everyone waited for Kazuichi to yell at Akane in anger

Which is why his tears surprised them

“I know you told us why you did it...but you didn’t have to do it. I just...I don’t know. Just go away already.”

He watched along with the rest of his class ass Akane was executed in a despair fueled murder

He left with everyone else, only giving a soft hum when Hajime asked how he was

He beelined for his room, locking it behind him and laid on the bed

He was tired. He missed you. He felt like neither of these issues would ever be resolved

He slept with the lights on that night, afraid when he turned them on in the morning he’d see you again

Teruteru Hanamura

Your birthday was coming up, and Teruteru couldn’t be more excited

He had prepared a feast for dinner tonight, one of many leading up to the big day

Every food you’ve mentioned liking out for you to enjoy

Everything was perfectly placed, a delectable smell coming from the table

He asked you to via a letter t meet him in the dining hall at 5 PM, so now all he had to do was wait

5:05, waiting

5:30, waiting

Teru waited until 6:15 before getting fed up, marching to your door, knocking somewhat harshly

“Y/n! I understand that people are late sometimes, but I told you how important it is to eat my dishes at precisely the right time! What kept you-”

Your door swung open with a click, it must not have been shut all the way the last time it was closed

Teru stepped into the room and quickly switched the light on, ready to scold you for sleeping

His attention immediately went to the balloon floating in the air

Teru’s eyes trailed down the balloon’s string, eyes going dark at the wrist he saw connected to it

You were on the floor, laid perfectly as if you were already in your casket

The only thing out of place was the blood matting the side of your head and pooling around you

Teruteru let out the loudest scream he could muster, sure someone in the nearby dorms heard

Just as he thought, Sonia came rushing in, quickly leaving at the sight of the body to get the others to help

Teru sat next to you, numb, as the faint sound of the announcement played in unison to his classmate’s horrified whispers

You were gone 

He refused to look at you anymore than he needed to, excusing himself to go clean up the wasted dinner

The whole time he couldn’t stop thinking of your body, the imagine ingrained in his head forever

Then, Chiaki came in and informed Teru that it was trial time

The second he walked into the trial room and saw its birthday party theme, he wanted to throw up

Why hadn’t he investigated? He was useless to you now

He spent hours trying to follow the story and clues, your crossed out trial stand seeming to mock him at every error

He followed Hajime’s lead as they reviewed the facts of the attack, bringing up the blow to the head and locked door

And as it became clear who did it, Teruteru’s accent came out as he pressed the killer

“What made you do dis, Nekomaru! She did nothin’ to you!”

“Because...she wouldn’t listen to me! She only wanted you!”

“What?”

Everybody flinched as Nekomaru slammed his hands on the podium, his weight causing parts of the wood to splinter

“Teruteru, you are a terrible excuse of a man! You treat women as property, you don’t deserve Y/n! I tried to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen! I just got so angry that...I must’ve blacked out. When I woke up she was just...there. Dead.”

Nekomaru forcibly closed his eyes and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. None of this would’ve happened if Teruteru hadn’t brainwashed her into falling for him.”

Nekomaru’s speech was cut off by Monokuma announcing execution time, which Nidai went to with honor

Teruteru felt numb

You were really gone, and it was all his fault?

He didn’t feel alive anymore

He walked to the elevator alone, ignoring Akane’s wails and his classmates telling him that it wasn’t his fault

Teru didn’t go back to his dorm, opting to sit in the cold park

He watched the sky, reflecting on the picnic you two had had just a few days ago

It was so empty without you

And it was all his fault.

Nekomaru Nidai

He didn’t understand how it happened

It all happened so fast

They were having a party and all Nekomaru wanted was a bathroom

But as he waited at the locked door, the lights went out

When they came back on, screams rang throughout the building

Nekomaru ran back to the party room, throwing the doors open

His eyes landed instantly on the pool of blood on the floor

And then your body

With a shout Nekomaru ran to your body and scooped you up

“Y/n! What the hell happened?!”

Everyone expected anger from the giant, which made his teary weeping that much more chilling

Nekomaru let Akane pull him away, and with a shaky heart he tried to help with the investigation

He refused to work with your body, though

He’d rather have happy memories of you instead of more time with an empty you

He had all the clues on everything but your body

He’d know soon enough when Mikan filled them in on the detrimental head wound you suffered

Everyone was shaken- this was the first trial, their lives depending on who they convict 

Nekomaru found himself to be no help at all during the trial, only repeating things previously said or making wild accusations

He eventually backed down, knowing it would be best for you and everyone else if he laid low and let those who seemed capable handle it

He listened throughout the trial, only opening up when it was time to tell of his alibi and relation to you 

You guys stuck like glue in your short time together, he explained

He knew it made him a possible suspect, but he was proud of your relationship. Just at casual greetings, both of you agreed that it felt lik ages since you two first met, already comfortable with each other

He was snapped out of his daydream by Nagito’s piercing laugh

“How inconvenient! Trying to save someone caused both of your downfalls!”

Nekomaru trailed everyone else’s gazes to Byakuya, who stood with a stone cold expression

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Nekomaru listened intently as Hajime, Nagito, and Chiaki threw evidence at Byakuya, putting the story together

“So in an attempt to stop Nagito, you pushed Y/n into the table, resulting in her hitting her head?”

Nekomaru couldn’t believe it

It was an accident?

It could’ve been anyone, why you?

They all watched as Byakuya and a few others argued that an accident shouldn’t be grounds for an execution, but Monokuma was adamant on any killing being a murder

They all watched as Byakuya was given a terrible death, crushing all his dreams before drawing his last breath

After, Nekomaru let Akane escort him to his room

He requested her to stay with him, not wanting to be alone with his own thoughts

Anyone else, he thought. Anyone else, and he would be helping people keep their hopes up, to keep on moving

That was his talent after all

But it was you

And without you he didn’t feel like doing anything

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

All Fuyuhiko had to do was follow the screams

He and Peko were in the diner enjoying a drink when they heard it

A sharp scream that meant a body was either found, or being made

They dropped their cups and ran, and as they neared the bridge connecting them to the first island, they saw it

Hiyoko crying into Mahiru’s shirt, Mahiru staring in horror at the body on the floor

As he and Peko got closer, Peko broke out into a sprint, yelling out your name

And that’s when he connected it

With a shout Fuyuhiko raced to your side, stopping inches away from your body, staring at it as Peko looked you over

Nothing looked out of place till Pekoyama rolled you onto your side, and he saw the multiple stab wounds in your back

Mahiru gagged and turned away, and Fuyuhiko would be lying if he said he didn’t almost do the same

Peko laid you back down as everyone else rushed over from the first island, all exclaiming their terror

He watched as Mikan got to work on your body, everyone else searching around for clues

But there was practically no trace of whoever did this to you, the only thing anyone could find was a scuffle of footprints which were determined to be yours

With nothing to do, the trial happened almost immediately

Fuyuhiko was a bit grateful, he found it disrespectful to you if everyone just stood around and stared at you

They all stood at the trial in silence

There was nothing to go off of, so Chiaki suggested starting with alibis

No one thought it would help until they realized almost everyone was with someone else 

Soon, everyone had been paired up with their partner-in-alibi, leaving only a few people who could’ve done it

Teruteru, Gundham, Chiaki, and the pairing of Peko and Fuyuhiko, since they were in the island when it happened

But then someone with a keen eye noticed something

“Where did that cut come from?” Peko spoke suddenly, stilling the conversation Hajime was having with Chiaki

Fuyuhiko followed her gaze, landing on Teru

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Teru hid his arm slightly behind his back

“Can’t even think of an excuse, you can only deny the obvious?”

“You motherfucker” Fuyuhiko muttered, eyes now following him

“You’re dumbass self cut yourself with the very weapon that killed Y/n? And you didn’t even try to hide it or explain it?” He scoffed, turning to the side. “Though I guess we’re all dumbasses, not seeing it till now.”

Peko joined in on ganging up on Teru, and soon everyone was demanding answers from her besides Mikan and Sonia. But soon, not even those three could deny the facts that with no alibi, and a seemingly unanswered injury, Teruteru was the prime suspect in this case

And in a leap of faith, they all voted, having little else to go on

Fuyuhiko felt a rush of relief when the voting ballot showed ‘Winner!’

Then it turned to anger

He wanted to march up to Teru and punch him, but Peko put her hand on his shoulder, seemingly knowing his thoughts

Teru quickly burst into tears, saying that it was jut a heat of the moment idea, seeing his chance and taking it

But that doesn’t stop his actions from being execution worthy, so with a smirk on his face, Fuyuhiko watched as he was executed

And as everyone left, so did he, only saying that that “The prick got what he deserved.”

But as soon as he got to his room alone, he slammed the door, turning to his shelf and throwing books in a fit of rage

And as he calmed down, he began crying, sliding against the wall to the floor

It could’ve been anyone, yet it was you

Why were you on the second island? Were you coming to join Peko and himself?

It didn’t matter anymore, though

You were gone, and he could’ve stopped it.

Eek, I finished? Wow, it’s been so long since I updated! Sorry guys! I hope to get the next one out soon (even though I say that every time and still take over a month)

[travesty-majesty]

Postwickshipping fic bc I’m in the mood

(I’ve never written a pkmn fic before so hopefully I get the characters ok! This is basically a comfort ship for me)

(Set five years after main game! Assuming the characters were around 16 in main game, around 20-21 now)

This was it, the fifth year Gloria was taking on someone to defend her title as Champion. Hop couldn’t make it to the stadium as he was holed up in the lab to keep an eye on some Pokemon, but he was watching it from his phone, cheering for his girlfriend.

They had started dating maybe a year or two after Gloria became champion. Despite Gloria often being busy with her Champion work, she always made sure to stay over in Hop’s house once a week. Any day one of them had off they spent with the other in their workplace, and if they both had the day off, date night!

It was going great so far. Gloria often complained of all the work being the Champion took, and how she’d love to be able to settle down with someone (preferably Hop). Hop just laughed and told her it’d calm down at some point. He’d never admit he wanted the same thing. He’d love to be able to have normal meals with her, go out exploring together... He just wants to be with her as much as he can be.

One day Gloria joked that if she ever lost her title she wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do. Hop threw out there that Sonia could always use another assistant, to which they both laughed. Hop didn’t think much of it.

He turned his focus to the match. Both Gloria and her opponent were on their last Pokemon, down to very low health. Hop liked to predict what her next move would be, and this one was obvious.

“Well, if she uses Quick Attack now, she’ll definitely win! She outspeeds Cinderace, so even if they both use it, she’ll go first! She’s got this in the bag.” He described to himself, punching the air before she had even won. The Rockruff that had been bounding around stopped and looked up at him, barking once.

“See? It’s easy! Oh, wait! It’s her turn.” He turned up the volume. “C’mon, mate...”

‘Mate’ always slipped out, even though they’re dating.

Gloria didn’t act for a moment, all cameras turned to her. She looked like she was planning something. Then she looked right into one of the cameras, looking directly at Hop. He almost felt like he was there. Then, she sighed and smiled.

“Inteleon, use Double Team!” She commanded with the confidence of someone who’d thought they’d won.

But everyone knew, even Gloria.

She’d doomed herself.

Hop gasped, dropping the phone.

“WHAT?! No, they’re gonna attack! You’d gonna lose! Gloriaaaaa..!”

Rockruff barked again.

“Oh, shush and let me be emotional!”

Inteleon used the move as told, and as Hop had imagined, the opposing trainer had gone for an attack, knocking Inteleon out.

That was it.

Gloria was no longer Champion.

Hop was speechless as the award ceremony was carried out. She lost? How? She was amazing at these battles, how did she just lose? While he wondered, the host asked “Anything you wanna say to the people at home?”

“One specific person, actually.” She said, taking the microphone.

“Hop.”

He looked at the screen again.

“Keep the door unlocked, ok?”

- - -

It had only been two hours since the championship ended. As soon as it did, Hop had unlocked the door like she said, then promptly collapsed into the couch. He knew he wouldn’t be getting any work done, so he absent-mindedly stroked a Pyukumuku as he thought. Gloria didn’t seem upset at all, which was odd; many losses at Monopoly on her part had showed him she always gets at least a little bit frustrated.

So why did she just take it?  

It’s not like he was angry, or disappointed or something. He was just... confused.

As he wondered, he heard a bit of a commotion outside. Sighing, he stood up and popped his head out the door. People were crowded around the train station.

‘May as well go check that out. Get my mind off that.’ He thought. He stood up, bringing the pokemon back into their pokeballs before he left.

He made his way down to the station, hearing people chatter about the match. It’s not like he was the only one watching; everyone in Galar was watching.

When he got there, he had to push his way through a crowd, but when he got to the front, he saw...

“Gloria!”

Gloria, who had been talking to an excited fan, spun around when she heard his voice.

“Hop! You’re here!”

She made her way over, immediately hugging him. Yes, she was on her tippy toes. No, nobody mentioned it.

“I was gonna surprise you at the lab, you know.” She said. Hop laughed, hugging back tightly.

“Well, I’m here now, mate. We could still go, though, if you’d wanna?” He asked. She nodded, glancing around.

“Sure. Gotta tell you something in private, anyway.” She said.

Ominous much?

Either way, Gloria gave one or two more statements before taking Hop’s hand, leading them both back to the lab. Her hand was pretty warm, he noticed. Why, he couldn’t tell you. I suppose you just notice those small things when you’ve been with someone for so long.

- - -

Gloria collapsed onto the couch, sighing. “I sure missed this. You’re lucky, getting to sit here each day!”

“What are you, a couch expert?” Hop asked, both of them laughing. Eventually though, when both had calmed down, Hop spoke up again.

“So mate, about your match...”

“Oh, that? Nothing much.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wha- you lost! You lost your Champion status! Doesn’t that bother you?!” He asked. Gloria laughed, putting her hand over his.

“I thought you woulda realised. I lost on purpose.”

Hop didn’t react for a moment. When the words sunk in though, his eyes widened.

“What?! On purpose?! Why?!” He exclaimed.

“Well, a few things.” She started. “You know how I’ve been talking about how hectic becoming champion gets. I just... wanted to get away from it, I suppose. Besides, having ‘past Champion’ on my record is gonna be great for the ol’ resume.” She explained.

“I mean... Wow. So you’re just, ok with this? You’re not mad or anything?” He asked, still kinda surprised.

“Yep. I figured five years was good enough. Besides...”

She squeezed his hand, sighing.

“I wanted to be with you. Only seeing you on my days off just wasn’t enough for me.”

“Pfft- Well, same here! In a weird way, I’m sorta glad. Now I get to see your face whenever I want! And not just in your battles.”

“Do you watch all of them?”

“Every single one.”

Gloria laughed again. Hop smiled, just happy to be seeing her in front of him. It felt... almost surreal. He was happy, though. 

“But, uhh... there’s a second reason I decided to give it up. I wanted to settle down. Like, get a house, job... you know.”

“Oh, really..?”

“Mhm! But... obviously, I’m not just gonna move in somewhere on my own. So, I have two questions for you. One... would you be interested in... well, living with me- ah!”

Gloria was cut off by Hop suddenly throwing his arms around her. “Yeah! Yes, definitely! I- this is awesome!”

“Hahahaha! Glad you’re so enthusiastic.”

“Of course I am, mate! Do you think I’d say no?”

“Not really.”

They laughed again, pulling away. 

“And... ok, ready for question number two?” She asked.

“Not sure how it’s gonna get any more intense than the first question, but sure!”

“Ok, well... here, stand up.” 

Gloria stood up, pulling Hop to his feet. She was surprisingly strong, considering her height and build. When they were both standing, still giggling slightly, Gloria took a deep breath.

“Ok, ok, I- stop looking at me like that!”

“Can’t. You’re just too cute.”

“Dork.” Hop laughed at Gloria’s pout. She took a deep breath, then began speaking again.

“Ok, Hop. We’ve been together for years, and despite the long distance, we’ve been really happy together, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok, good. So, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I’ve finally decided to ask. Hop- gah, screw this gammy knee-”

Gloria stretched her leg, then dropped down onto one knee, pulling a box out of her back pocket. Hop covered his mouth, eyes wide. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going.

She flicked open the box.

“Hop, will you marry me?”

Hop instantly pulled her to her feet, kissing her. After a moment, Gloria smiled into the kiss, returning it. They stayed like that for a moment, just being happy. Eventually though, when their need for air tore them away from each other, Hop smiled.

“Yes. Definitely yes.”

~ ~ ~

Ik it’s probably bad but I really wanted to try my hand at postwickshipping so it probably isn’t perfect but it’s fluffy marriage proposal so :>>

(Sorry to all my non-pokemon followers lol) (which is probably a lot of you bc I’ve never posted pokemon content before)

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Meeting the parents

Summary: Eddie goes to dinner with Richie’s parents for the first time since they got married 

A/N: My entire country is in lockdown, I’m freaking out and I’m bored so if anyone has any requests, please send them to me! Let me know what you  think 

Eddie has probably never been this nervous in his life before. His palms are sweating, which he finds absolute disgusting, and he keeps shifting from one leg to the other. The old familiar door is still firmly closed, yet Eddie can’t seem to stop the hysteria from bubbling up his throat.

A hand grips his underarm loosely, the rough palms of the hand irritate Eddie’s skin, yet he leans further into it. Richie is looking down on him with a knowing, teasing smile. When Eddie agreed to dinner with Richie’s parents, he hadn’t expected to feel so nauseous with anxiousness.

It’s stupid he knows, he met Maggie and Wentworth when he was barely two years old. They watched him grow up, they know exactly the type of person he was and the person he had become right before he left Derry.

He used to spend all his free time with Richie in that house. Every birthday he begged for his mom to let him go over to their house, and though Sonia refused and guilt tripped him into spending his day with her, the Toziers always tried their best to make his birthday as enjoyable as possible.

He remembers the last birthday before his mommy and him left for New York, which happened to be his fifteenth. On the day itself Sonia had confided him to their house, claiming that he was sick and he needed to either celebrate at home with her, or not at all.

Looking back on it, it was clear that she just wanted to ruin the losers surprise, as they had a party planned at the quarry. It didn’t matter anyway, Richie resigned himself to climbing through the window at night with soda and chips, and they had a small celebration together.

Two days later, Maggie invited him to their home, also for dinner. Eddie didn’t know what to expect, finding it a weird request, until Richie had excitedly pushed him into the living room, where Maggie and Wentworth had a whole buffet of pizza’s and gifts spread out, singing happy birthday to him as if they were little kids themselves.

Eddie had shyly begun to eat, feeling guilty that they had spend so much money on him, but Maggie had given him a big hug, so tight it felt as if she was breaking his ribs, laughing that it was his birthday, and he deserved to have fun and get everything he wanted for a day.

When she let him go, Eddie, embarrassingly so, started weeping. With Maggie, it felt like he had an actual mom. She was an example of what a real mother should be like, just wanting her child to be safe, but also wanting to encourage them to go out in the world. With the Tozier’s, Eddie felt loved.

Wentworth was the one who taught him how to ride his bike. Eddie’s mom didn’t want him to hurt himself so she refused to even buy him a bike, but then Eddie had gotten so mad that Richie would taunt him with his bike riding skills, that Wentworth had gone ahead and bought him a bike too, practicing with him for weeks until Eddie felt ready to ride by himself. He must have tested Wentworths patients an insane amount, considering Richie didn’t even need a week to try it all by himself, but Wentworth never made Eddie feel bad about it, he always allowed him to take things at his own pace without calling him out for it.

When Sonia found out that Eddie could ride his bike without four wheels, she had gotten absolutely furious, storming over to Richie’s house and berating both Maggie, Wentworth and Richie for endangering such a delicate boy.

It was the first time Eddie had ever seen Maggie angry. She hid it well, she was way to respectable to start screaming or attacking anyone, but Eddie could read her eyes, so much alike Richie’s, spit fire as Sonia kept railing to them. The vein in her neck was throbbing wildly.

When Eddie had finally been able to go out again after being on house arrest for two weeks, for learning how to be a big boy for crying out loud, Maggie had pulled him into the kitchen, promising Eddie that he wasn’t as delicate as his mother pretended he was.

He had been terrified that he wouldn’t be welcome in the Tozier home after the performance his mother had given, but luckily neither Maggie nor Wentworth ever mentioned it again, going on with business as usual. Everyone forget about the incident expect Richie, who took amply opportunities to tease Eddie for the way his mother had behaved. All in good fun of course, Richie could never hurt Eddie intentionally, he just found it funny.

So yeah, Eddie was pretty sure that the Toziers liked him when he was growing up, but things were different now. He wasn’t a helpless kid who needed protection from his mom anymore, and he changed, a lot, even though Richie always insisted that most of him stayed the same.

Not to mention, this was the first time Eddie would go over to their house as their son - in – law. Richie and him had gotten married the day Eddie’s divorce finalized, without any preparation whatsoever. It had been a spur of the moment decision, but one Eddie had yet to feel any regret over.

Except maybe for the fact that Richie was wearing one of his Hawaiian shirts, but if Eddie was being truly honest, it was so Richie he couldn’t help but feel endeared when he looked at the picture taken with utter precision.

Beverly was taking pictures that day, while Mike looked over her shoulder every move, trying to give advice on which angles she should shoot, only to annoy Bev to the point her hand started shaking and the photo’s appeared shaky. Eddie liked those the best. Everytime Eddie recalled the wedding day, a huge smile he couldn’t hide, or even bother to hide, took over his face.

Eddie’s first wedding with Myra had taken months to prepare, and even then most everything went wrong. The bands lead singer they had hired was sick, several of their guests cancelled, and the food was either too cold or burned. The entire day Eddie was sick with indecision, not even sure he was going to say yes until right before the vows.

His second wedding, the one where he actually wanted to get married, he had no anxiety or apprehension whatsoever. The only thing strumming through Eddie’s veins was eagerness to commit to the man who helped him be brave, to the man who he loved even when he hadn’t remembered him.

Because it had been such a spur decision, the only people that had been there for the actual wedding and the reception afterwards, were the losers. Richie hadn’t even thought of inviting his parents, simply for they lived too far away to make it in time. Besides, Richie had argued later, he wasn’t thinking of anything except Eddie anyway.

Maggie and Wentworth didn’t even know the two of them were engaged, although to be fair, they hadn’t been. Eddie wonders if they feel upset that they didn’t get to watch their only child marry someone, but Richie assured him that when he did get in contact with them and told them, they had been nothing short of thrilled. Still, Eddie wasn’t sure that that wasn’t a façade they put up to spare Richie’s feelings.

Though Eddie is highly strung with nerves; snapping at every little annoying thing Richie did, which he no doubt would feel terribly ashamed off after thing inevitably turn out alright, the lime green color of the front door also gives him a feeling of internal peace, because more than his own house, this house felt like coming home.

It’s a warm day, humid in a way that causes Richie’s hair to curl up even more, the efforts of Eddie to rearrange it neatly clearly being futile. Eddie tries again, regardless, but just as he predicted the hair flops back up as soon as he takes his hand away.

Richie laughs, and it fills Eddie’s body with something he can’t describe, maybe doesn’t want to think about too much, but it feels good, it feels enchanting, as if he just can’t get enough of things that remind him of Richie.

The weather does nothing to prevent Eddie from shivering, but that could be attributed to fact that he was back in Derry. He overheard Richie on the phone, trying to convince his parents to come to LA instead of the other way around, but Maggie had stayed firm, claiming that she wanted to cook their favorite dishes, just like she did when they were kids.

Eddie figured that Maggie sometimes got lonely, so she was trying to relive a better time, to which Eddie could relate. Sure, he had to live with his mother when he was a kid, but there had been good times too, and he missed the days when all he had to worry about was how he was going to trick his mother into letting him with his friends.

‘You look like a hobo’, Eddie teases, trying a last time to flatten his hair, before admitting defeat with a huff.

‘Yeah? Well you married a hobo then’, Richie replies easily, their teasing bringing a certain spark into his eyes. Eddie can’t get enough of it.

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he does so, and watches as Richie rings the bell twice. He always rings it twice apparently, it’s a code, so that his parents know that it’s him. That way, if somebody annoying was trying to talk to them, Maggie knew not to open it.

Richie turns back to Eddie instantly, opening his mouth to say something, probably more words of encouragement, and Eddie opens his mount as well, ready to retaliate what he knows are just empty promises, but before he can, the door swings open.

It’s Maggie that opened the door, she’s clutching a wooden spoon in her hand, and a pot in the other. She looks ecstatic. ‘Went’, she calls out before carelessly shoving the pan onto a wooden table near the door, storming up towards Richie.

She looks older than when Eddie last saw her, which is obviously a given, but her energy that she radiates has remained the same, Eddie remarks. She has grey hair now, which is sticking in a bun with peaks of hair hanging loosely to the side, and she is smiling vibrantly.

‘Richie, oh my god look at you. You look so much taller.’ Richie scoffs jokingly, pulling back but not getting very far, because Maggie makes sure to clutch him tight regardless.

‘I do not, besides you saw me like a year ago.’

Maggie levels him with a strict look. ‘Indeed I did, which is way too long Richard.’

Eddie can’t help himself, he laughs as softly as he can, placing his hand in front of his mouth trying to muffle it. He remembers a time when every time the name ‘Richard’ was called, Richie knew he was in trouble.

Maggie perks up at the sound of his muffled laughter, wrenching away from Richie to instead pull Eddie into a firm hug.

‘Oh Eddie, you’re still as handsome as you used to be.’

He sees and hears Richie snort at Maggie statement, but he is too consumed with gratitude towards her, he doesn’t bother scolding him.

He missed her, subconsciously even when he left Derry, but he did, so he takes full advantage of the opportunity to hug her back.

When she leans back, she cups his face in her hands. Her hands are soft and are more delicate, especially compared to Richie’s hands. The only people who Eddie never had a problem with touching him are those two. Even when he was married to Myra, he recoiled whenever she tried to be in his proximity, but back then he had just written it off as him not being an affectionate person.

When he got his memory back, he realized that that was not the case. Richie and him touch all the time, to the point were Eddie’s pretty sure the losers are sick and tired of them.

A strong, significant smell carries through the door, and the exact moment Maggie takes notice of it, she frantically turns around and rushes back into the house. ‘My turkey,’ she explains over her shoulder, leaving the door open so Eddie and Richie can join her.

Richie grasps for Eddie’s hand, not caring that it’s sweaty and as Eddie would describe it, disgusting. He never does, never thinks anything about Eddie is disgusting.

‘Told you’, he singsongs as the two pass the threshold and enter the house, where the smell is even more persistent. He’s gloating, because on the way over, all he was talking about to Eddie was how much his parents were going to love him, as they did before, but Eddie didn’t want to believe him.

Eddie rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder against Richie’s he’s silent warning of stop fucking talking.

They find Richie’s dad in the living room, seated in an old massage chair with his leg propped up on it, and a newspaper in his hands. He’s trying to be casual about it, pretending that even the slightest of his attention is on his paper, but Eddie can tell he’s taking the both of them with a very precise look.

Eddie feels the urge to take his hand out of Richie’s, because it makes him feel a little self-conscious. Years of experience of hiding away his true emotions does that to a person he supposes. If Eddie thinks about it, he’s pretty sure that even if for some reason Richie had confessed to him, and it would have had to be Richie, since there was no way little Eddie would have ever confessed under any circumstances, he still wouldn’t have been comfortable enough to do this with Richie.

It’s maddening, how much power this town and his mother really had on him, and specifically on the way he viewed himself. He hates himself when he thinks about it, but changes were that if Richie would have confided in him about him being gay, Eddie might have tried to stay as far away from him as possible.

Being back in Derry forces those repulsing thoughts and sensations back to the surface, and Eddie doesn’t want to entertain the thought of them. He wants to leave his past behind him, and he wishes it was as simple as carving out the parts he didn’t want to carry with him, but unfortunately it doesn’t work like that. He’s seen it first hand when his mother died and he married someone like her regardless.

Just before he takes his hand out of Richie’s, the grip strengths, and Richie kisses the top of his head rapidly. Eddie splutters, all at once locking up and fearfully glancing at where Wentworth was siting, extremely fearful of his reaction.

He doesn’t have one. Not really anyway. He does put away the paper though, no longer pretending to be interested in it.

‘Hey son.’ Went leans forward in the chair, puffs as if takes all of his energy to even do that, and then straightens up.

‘Went.’ Richie nods in acknowledgment, a smirk playing on his lips. He then turns his body sideways so that he’s angled in Eddie’s direction, yet he keeps his face pointed towards his dad. ‘Dad, this is my husband. His name is Eddie. I know you’ve never met him before, but I would have been a wanker if I didn’t marry this fair madden straight away.’ Richie is using his stupid British accent that he has perfected over the years, he’s gotten amazingly good at it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t use it at any turn to annoy Eddie.

‘Well, I’m chuffed you found yourself someone to marry with, I was beginning to you’d never find someone.’  

Eddie is stunned into silence as he watches father and son due grin at each other in delight, Went following Richie along with his own version of the British voice. In a way it makes sense that Richie would have gotten the voice from somewhere, yet Eddie never associated it with anyone else, just with Richie.

‘I don’t know how we do it every day.’ It’s Maggie, carrying a tray with an assortment of appetizer, every single one looking healthier than the one before. A small part of him feels smug, knowing that Richie has no choice but to eat some of it, even if he never would eat something as healthy as that on his own, but the biggest part feels guilty, for not helping Maggie cook, and for not coming to visit  them sooner.  

He can think of a dozen things to reply to that, some more appropriate then others. His first instinct is to make a joke and deflect. Despite the fact that he loves Richie more than he has ever loved anyone ever, it still cause him a lot of hardship to confess that whenever he wants too. He can sense the horrendous beast that is jealousy rising up again, threatening to tear him apart with confliction because he refuses to pay it any mind, but it forces his attention merciless.

He tries so hard to normalize his relationship, for just because him and Richie are two men, does not mean they are any less in love in comparison to a man and woman.

Fear still suffocates him from time to time, and in those moments it seems like all of his efforts to overcome it are in vain. He begs to whatever god is listening that Richie has enough with Eddie showing him how much he adores him in the confinements of their home, since Eddie can never seem to get over himself and show affection in public.

He’s scared now too, but then he thinks back to Went’s reaction to Richie’s joke, and how normal his responds had been, and Eddie deflects from making a joke.

‘Because we love them,’ he says instead, hearing the way his own voice shakes with reluctance, but he does mean the words, fully and holy, so he repeats it more firmly.

Maggie nods her head and places her arm with care over Eddie’s shoulder while nodding.

‘That we do. That we do.’

----

All in all, Eddie would say that the night has been a success. His anxiety had been unjustified, what a surprise, and he found himself relaxing more and more as the night prolonged. He allowed the occasional touches of Richie as long as it stayed PG, and even granted him a small peck when Richie said he would only help with the dishes if he did so.

Maggie squalled in delight, thanking Eddie for making her son less of a slob, although the fond look in her eyes gave away that she was never that she never found that too off-putting in the first place.

By the time dessert comes, Eddie has let his guard down without thinking twice about it, but alas, of course something was bound to go wrong. It’s not that bad perse, but the second Maggie mentions Eddie’s mother, the entire table falls into an awkward silence, after Richie hastily shushed his mother.

It’s just an innocent question, about how Sonia was doing, but she has always been a sore subject, so much so that Eddie and Richie barely talk about it themselves. Eddie knows that his mother isn’t a good person, she proved that herself time and time again, but it’s not easy to talk bad about your own mother. She had many flaws, but she also raised Eddie, and shaped him into the person he has become. Richie and him had a massive fight, once over her, where Richie accused Eddie of making excuses for her, and Eddie had gotten so worked up over that statement, that he had rented a hotel room for the night and stayed there.

His mother is a sore subject, and it’s complicated, which sounds like a load of bullshit, but is still the truth. She is dead though, and that for Eddie is reason enough to not dive deeper into that subject, choosing instead to let that be for what it is, focusing himself on the things that he does have control over.

Yet when Maggie asks, it doesn’t make his skin crawl with the need of changing the subject, in fact, he craves to talk about her for a little while, which is something he has never said or thought before. He can’t figure out why he wants to, only that he does.

Richie clears his throat, trying to change the subject, but Went places a hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention. ‘Help me get some more drinks out of the basement?’ It very clearly a statement, but Richie still gazes at Eddie questionly, as if to make sure Eddie would be okay if he left the room. When Eddie gives him an affirmative, Richie follows his father, leaving Eddie and Maggie by themselves in the dining room. He takes the offer that Maggie has provided, and starts talking.

‘She died a few years ago actually.’

Maggie instantly looks horrified, and Eddie sees her trying to scramble for a way to backtrack, to apologize to him even though she did nothing wrong.

He interrupts her before she can try. ‘It’s fine. Really, it’s not. It’s not like you could have known. I don’t talk about her much.’

He can see the sympathy in her eyes, but it’s not condescending in any way or shape. It just is, like the way Richie looked at him when he was recovering in the hospital after being impaled and he would hiss if a movement hurt too much. They want to help, in an actual way, not the way Sonia did.

Maggie reaches across the table to hold Eddie’s hand for a minute. ‘You can talk about her if you want? Did you, Would you have invited her to the wedding if she were here?’

He can sense the under lying question, the one she’s reluctant to ask. Would she have accepted you as gay? The answer is simple, no. She would have hated him, every single pore of him, but she wouldn’t have dropped him. She might have tried to get him to go to a conversion camp, or maybe a psychiatry, or perhaps she would have just twisted the situation to get him to marry a woman, which is what she did with Myra, but the last thing she would have done was accept him.

When he doesn’t answer for a beat, Maggie continues to prod carefully. ‘She was an old school woman Eddie, maybe if she would have been born in a different time it would have been different.’

Except Eddie knows that it wouldn’t have been. He’s mother hurt him on purpose, and made him think he was sick even when he wasn’t, she did her best to scare him so he would listen to her, and that had nothing to do with the time she was born in.

He shrugs at Maggie. ‘It doesn’t matter. You accepted Richie. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and think to myself that I’m an idiot. That I’m sick and I need to get help, because she taught me that.’ Eddie’s eyes begin to sting bitterly, but he refuses to shed another tear for a woman that is no longer alive to even gloat about it. Maggie watching him, sensing that he’s not ready and allowing him to take his time to say what he needs to, like a real mother.

‘But then Richie wakes up, and there’s this moment where the light just falls perfectly and his glasses make a stupid rainbow or something. Or when he annoys me so much by saying something stupid I could kill him, or when I see him caring about others and I get hit with this overwhelming sense of love for him, and then I realize, that it doesn’t matter what she said, because she has no idea what love was truly like.’

‘She thought loving someone entailed keeping that person in your sight 24 hours a day, and locking them up to ‘protect them’. Or convincing someone that they can’t do something because they’re too weak, even when you know for a fact that they’re not but you’re just scared.’

Eddie shakes his head to clear his thoughts, looking up at Maggie while throwing her an embarrassed smile. ‘I never really had a mom that loved me, but now I have Richie and I’m so happy I do. He makes my life better by being in it, and I’m so thankful for that. And it isn’t always that easy, some days I can’t stop thinking about all the things my mother said, but Richie accept those days, and loves me all the same.’

Maggie looks close to tears, still holding one of Eddie’s hands in her own, with a sturdy grip. ‘Well’, she sniffles, ‘You do have a mom that loves you now.’

It’s only nine words, but they cause Eddie to burst out into tears anyway, feeling like a complete and utter idiot. He’s happy though, and the fact that he was doubting coming here seems so absurd now.

‘Thank you’, he whispers, as if the words are supposed to be a secret, but he doesn’t want to break the atmosphere of love and acceptance they have. Then Richie walks back in with Went, and it burst like a bell bubble Richie always wants to pop as if he’s two years old.

‘Oh does Eddie Spaghetti need a tissue?’

‘Seriously shut the fuck up Richie.’

[kay-selfships]

Self Sacrifice

Pairing: Kay x Nagito

Genre: Mostly angst with a lil bit of fluff sprinkled in

Rating: PG-13 - Descriptions of violence, mentions of su*cide, & swearing

Word Count: 1,954

Prompt:

        Kay’s head was spinning. And it wasn’t just the smokey air that seemed to constantly inhabit the dark dreary area that was the fifth island. Everything seemed to be falling apart at the seams and the blonde had no idea what to do. She, Hajime, Chiaki, Sonia, Kazuichi, and Fuyuhiko were all in charge of searching every available island in hopes of finding the bombs that Nagito had supposedly planted somewhere within the islands. When her thoughts reached the white haired male, she almost stopped right in her tracks. She’s been trying so damn hard to reach through to him. The others treated him so awfully (not like they didn’t have a valid reason to be cautious of him, she just thought they were unnecessarily cruel at times). Her heart ached, but she forced herself to push it aside. She and Fuyuhiko were given responsibility of the fifth island. Since it was the one most recently opened up to them, they figured it was the place that they’d most likely be hidden.

Kay had already poked around Sea King Industries (yielding to nothing) and also the food vendor street. It was a long shot, but hey, she was desperate! Finally approaching the looming plushie factory, a knot began slowly forming in her stomach and her legs began feeling weak. Pushing aside nausea that began clouding her mind, she set her sights on the small warehouse that stood beside it. The plushie factory would be too obvious right? And if she knew anything about Nagito, she knew that he probably wouldn’t place them somewhere like that, right? Mustering up the courage and ignoring her shaking hands, she turned the knob to open the door. To her surprise, the knob turned, but the door refused to open. Alright….that was way too suspicious to ignore, considering the fact that it opened just earlier.

“Come on! Open, you damn door!” She cursed, using all of her strength before the thing finally gave way and she was greeted by darkness and some...ominous sounding music?? “What the fuck…” She whimpered to herself before noticing a bunch of those weird panel Monokumas forming a line to...somewhere. Feeling her heart racing and ignoring all better judgement, she followed the line to what seemed to be the back of the warehouse. Bracing herself for coming across the bombs, she felt for the end of the curtain and pulled it aside.

What Kay found on the other side was...more horrifying than even the bombs could be. She couldn’t believe what her eyes were showing her. Nagito….he was laying on the ground, obvious cuts and gashes covering his body, duct tape over his mouth....and holy shit was that a fucking spear hanging from the ceiling?? Without thinking, her hands immediately flew towards the spear, grabbing it and yanking out from where it was pointing dangerously towards his stomach. After tossing to the side, she knelt down to him, examining his wounds before glancing up to his face. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes met with his, that were thankfully still open. “Nagito?! Who- who the fuck did this do you?” She barely managed to croak the words out, before suddenly remembering the duct tape. “I’m sorry-” She muttered before ripping off the duct tape with a wince. Just like a bandaid. She cradled his head in her lap, tightly grasping his free hand as if he’d disappear if she let go. He simply looked at her in disbelief for a moment, then looked away, shaking his head.

“Kay, no… You weren’t...supposed to be here... I can’t-” When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse but even, something she couldn’t believe.

“What do you mean!? Who attacked you!? Was it Monokuma? I thought he wasn’t supposed to interfere…” Her words were cut off by a sob, the hymns in the background almost sounding as if they were mocking her.

“WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!?” An unmistakable shout echoed throughout the warehouse as what she assumed were the others entering the area. Kay barely heard it . She simply felt numb as the rest gathered around her, frantically asking variations of what was going on or shouting expletives. Kay ignored them all. Her eyes were stuck to Nagito’s form, badly injured but still alive. Questions after questions swirled through her head, none of them she could’ve even hoped to answer, not with the others there and Nagito in the condition that he was currently in.

---

At some point, Kay felt herself get up and walk. Well...walk by herself was an exaggeration. She thought she felt herself be guided by Chiaki and Sonia, if not practically carried. She felt herself slumped in the lobby of the hospital, her mind blank but the occasional thought of the white haired boy that she had just accepted that she’d come to love. Fuck…. She felt more tears pick at her eyes, numbly dragging her legs towards herself and resting her forehead on her knees.

---

“-wake? Hey, Kay? Are you awake?” Kay weakly lifted her head to see Chiaki’s gentle form kneeling in front of her. The short haired girl gave Kay the smallest smile. “Hey hey, Kay. Nagito’s conscious. He’s….well...he’s alive at least. We thought you’d like to see him.”

“Also you were closest with Mikan. We thought her medical knowledge’d rubbed off on ya!” Akane added from behind Chiaki. Kay’s eyes suddenly snapped wide open.

“You mean he hasn’t been treated at all?!” Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she scrambled to her feet and began rushing to the patient’s hallway.

“Well...we wouldn’t say at all… We tried...but we didn’t get very far..besides, Akane was the one who said to go get you to help!” Kay vaguely heard Kazuichi saying, before the other’s words and beginning of an argument beginning to blend together as she entered the room. Her eyes began to tear up as she once again took in his form. However, this time, she took a deep breath and approached him silently, noticing the medical supplies already out, seeming as though they were...attempted to be used. She winced getting a better look at his injuries. As she was inspecting the cut on his arm, she heard a light chuckle. Slowly lifting her head to face him, Kay was met with those eyes she knew so well.

“So...how bad is it, doc?” With those words, Kay had to force herself to once again hold back tears as she grabbed the antibiotic ointment to begin applying it to the wound.

“This might sting a bit.” She flatly stated as she started dabbing it on, wincing slightly along with him, though she could tell he was trying not to react. You weren’t supposed to be here. That implied that it was something that was planned...right? But...what the hell could’ve been planned that would cause Nagito to end up like...this? As she moved to sterilize the needle she needed to use for the stitches, she took a deep breath. Sure she was close with Mikan, who in turn shared some medical knowledge, but hell, she didn’t think she’d be using any of it so soon! “I’m gonna need to stitch you up now... A lot of your wounds are really deep…” She trailed off, gently picking up his arm. She knew she needed to distract him so she continued speaking. “What...what happened? How’d you even end up like this? And what were you talking about earlier? What wasn’t I supposed to be there for-?” Kay found herself getting to worked up and slowed her breathing, focusing on stitching his wounds, waiting for his response. After a few beats, glanced up at him for just a moment, noticing his eyes no longer on her, but instead trained out the window. “Nagito…?” Finally, he sighed, looking back towards her. “Please...tell me.” She pleaded. After what felt like an eternity, his hoarse voice cut through the tense atmosphere of the room once again.

“...Like I said...I...was going to weed out the traitor. Even if that meant my life. I-” Something dark and cold flashed behind his eyes, something that sent a genuine shiver up Kay’s spine. However, it was gone as soon as it came. “I know things now… I could hardly comprehend at first and-” He cut himself off abruptly, focusing back on the window. Kay felt her lip begin to tremble at the explanation. Something was so obviously bugging him...to the point where his intention had become clear. No one had done this to him. He….had planned to kill himself. She silently finished the wound on his arm before tightening her grip on the thread.

“No….No!” She slammed her tools down on the counter, clearly startling Nagito and causing him to look back at her. “I don’t giving a flying fuck what you think you had to do. You always talked about being a “stepping stone” or whatever and how that you don’t value your own goddamn life and on top of that you’ve been acting so much different ever since the funhouse, but you know what? I’m done hearing it. You can’t just go ahead and fucking die willy-nilly cause you think- what? No one cares about you? That you’re worthless trash? Absolutely not. Because you know what?! At the very least, I care about you. I might even fucking love you but you have no idea. I just- damn it…” All of a sudden, all the tears she’d been trying to hard to suppress began flooding out. A flood blurred her vision as she attempted to wipe them away as fast as they spilled. Not a moment passed by before she felt warmth pulling her hands down. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Nagito sitting up, gazing at her with a certain tenderness that she’d never seen before. She blinked away a few tears before shaking her head. “ You shouldn’t be sitting up.” She weakly mumbled as he reached a hand up and swiped a thumb across her cheek.

“Kay…I- I don’t know what to say… Hell, I don’t even know what I can say…” His tone matched hers, the evenness from before long gone. Hesitantly, her own hand found his that was still cupped to her cheek, savoring the touch that she’d been longing for for so long...though obviously these were...much less than ideal circumstances.

“Just….just promise me you’ll stay alive. Please.” Kay felt the warmth on her cheek disappear and instead, found herself in a tight hug. She immediately threw her arms around his neck, though careful of his injuries.

“I...I promise, Kay.” Those four words were gentle, and made Kay relax all the more. With all that out of the way, she was eventually able to return to tending to his wounds, with Nagito watching her, a light, content grin on his face...well...between the slight discomfort due to the stitching.

However, what Kay didn’t know was what else was swirling through his head. The truth of what he had learned at the octagon, the traitor, the true nature of Jabberwock Island and the students themselves, or how they were possibly going to proceed from there. He couldn’t tell her the truth, how could he?! Besides, with his reputation, there was little to no chance she’d even actually believe him. The others even less so. He needed to keep it to himself. For now...for now he had to focus on getting better and staying safe. Even if everything else wasn’t real. He had to. He at least had to do that...for her.

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

Because I Finished Binging Persona 4 Golden About A Month Ago And I’m Still Not Over It:

So hi everyone. Yes, I still exist. No, I’ve not become Cryptid 2.0 just yet. (If we’re being perfectly honest I probably should have put that on the last Mod answer I did. Oh well.)

Anyway, this year has been... well you all know. However, there was at least one golden ray of hope amidst the sea of despair. 

As the title suggest, I’m of course referring to Persona 4 Golden’s port to Steam.

I LOVED this game. Absolutely adored it. And it clearly wasn’t just me; the response this port got has seemed to catch Sega’s attention. We can only hope, but I think this may mean more ports in the future. About time.

Now, obviously after playing this game I got to thinking a bit. Specifically, what if the Persona users ended up in Hope’s Peak? What would their ultimate titles be? How would they interact with other members of the DR cast (not including DRV3. Still haven’t played it, know all about the plot but not enough about the characters to figure out interactions here)? So, I’m going to go over that right here, in the first of a... okay a many many part post.

Yeah, I know, kinda a let down that I can’t have it all at once but as I was writing it up I realized that this was going to end up being huge. I couldn’t do it all in one post. I thought that maybe I could then divide it by game and have three posts, but as I finished doing just two members of SEES I realized that wouldn’t work either. There’s just too much to write about. So, due to this, I’ll be doing a single post per character and when it comes to relationships with canon characetrs I’m going to try and limit the amounts of characters to just 3 to 5, depending on how much there is to say.

Anyway, without further ado,

Presenting: SEES, the Investigation Team and the Phantom Thieves as SHSLs/Ultimates!

(The title isn’t exactly amazing I know.)

Group 1: SEES

Part 1: The Protagonist(s)

Makoto Yuki/Minato Arisato/Hamuko Yuki/Minako Arisato: 

SHSL Luck/Ultimate Lucky Student: I figure this makes sense for all the Wildcards. In Makoto’s/Hamuko’s case specifically, we got the fact that they survived the car crash that killed their parents, we got the fact that they were ‘lucky’ enough to end up in the Velvet Room and be a Wildcard and ‘lucky’ enough (or unlucky) to be caught up in the Dark Hour insanity. Plus the ‘luck’ of being able to find meaning to life again with SEES. 

Alternative SHSL/Ultimate: -While I was hoping to do this for all the Wildcards, we happen to run into a major issue from the start. Simply put, it is VERY difficult to think up an alternative talent for these two due to how their Social Links and personality choices are. None of the clubs they join can really be argued is ‘their’ amazing talent and unlike Yu they aren’t exactly the most... sociable/friendly of the Wildcards. At least Makoto isn’t given his portrayal in spin-offs and other media that give him his own voice and just general dialogue options (I’m pretty sure there are more harsh ones for him than there are for Yu). I can only assume similar for Hamuko. And as much as I kinda want to, SHSL/Ultimate Savior only works if they aren’t actually around and are busy being a door. Plus the people who decide on that wouldn’t know that they’re busy being a door. So yeah, gonna have to leave this one empty sadly.

Unlike Makoto’s hilarious stream of Lucky/Unlucky incidents and Nagito’s own INSANE cases, Makoto and Hamuko are rather... ‘normal’ for Lucky Students. In fact, one would think they’d be reserve course students. The truth is very few people besides themselves even realize the full ‘depth’  to their luckiness. If anyone else even. I have no doubt the Steering Committee is quite annoyed about this and questions if the raffle messed up somehow this year. In addition, this means that there is a LOT of enmity from all sides towards these two. The Reserve Course despises them because these two are basically just them just having been lucky enough to win the raffle AND NOTHING ELSE. On the other side, there are plenty in the Talent Course who look down on them even more than a typical lucky student. And it doesn’t help that at least in Makoto’s case he would likely not bother going to far out of his way to try and bridge any gaps with these people.

Major relationships within the DR cast: From the get-go we know that as Wildcards these two are potentially limitless in ideas for interaction with characters and forming relationships. Bearing that in mind, I think there are a few very specific characters they’d have some connection to: -Hajime Hinata: As stated above, the ‘luck’ that Makoto and Hamuko have is very different from the typical lucky student’s and they don’t even seem to fit the ‘ultimate’ moniker. As such, I could seem them gravitating towards Hajime due to simply feeling like they really don’t belong here, even more than Makoto (Naegi) and unlike a lot of the reserve course, Hajime just doesn’t seem like the type of guy to really fault them for winning the raffle. Bonus in Makoto’s (Yuki) case as he just drips sarcasm and bit of apathy and I imagine he’d get along well with Hajime’s own personality.  -Sonia Nevermind and Gundham Tanaka: Assuming a full crossover with personas, the full collective unconscious and such, both Sonia and Gundham would have a very similar fascination with these two. Sonia’s interest in the occult would make her very interested in any Wildcard and the tarots that they inevitably would have her draw if she tried (like Igor). While that may be slightly interesting to Gundham though there is a far more pressing matter for him. Because if he does have some supernatural connection there is no doubt in my mind he’d somehow catch on to these two harboring death and be very interested in it. -Junko Enoshima: Junko is... difficult to figure out here. On the plain surface (or in a crossover without the supernatural bits of Persona) there’s no reason Junko should have any special interest in these two over anyone else without having very special knowledge that not even freaking Itkutski seemed to have. On the other hand, should Junko find out about their wildcard and how it works she would be keeping a VERY close eye on them, realizing that she cannot leave them be since their S.Links would be far too dangerous against despair. And then there’s the giant elephant in the room. Should Junko discover that the two are harboring the literal manifestation of humanity’s desire for death there is no way in hell Junko would ever ignore that. And considering the BS Junko is able to pull, I could conceive it possible that she would somehow find out. As such, I would put it like this. If Junko never finds out about their ‘gifts’ she wouldn’t care. If she found out about the Wildcard somehow and what it meant (I don’t know, Nyarlothep decides to be a bit more involved in his bet with Philemon and pushes Junko in the right direction) she’d be very on top of them, perhaps even actively sabotaging their abilities to form S.Link or trying to break them, thereby inflicting a decent bit of psychological damage to them and thinking that could drive them to despair (which I don’t think it could since Makoto at least would be far too apathetic to really be in despair but that’s a bit up to interpretation how such things would affect a wildcard). Should she find out about Death, then all hell breaks loose as she would try and probably team up with someone like Ikutski to make The Fall occur for the ultimate final despair. Because not even the Tragedy was the absolute end of the world. The Fall though? That’s game over. -Nagito Komaeda: Nagito is yet another difficult option. If he knew what was really going on with them he would probably worship the ground the step on, even moreso than most ‘Ultimates’. However, he doesn’t have a reason to (though with his BS luck who knows, he may accidentally stumble onto all the secrets). Without knowing, we get into a problem. Nagito already looks down on himself as not being a ‘real’ ultimate. So, how does he look at other lucky students? I need to sit down and watch DR3 and see if there are any major interactions between him and Makoto before Makoto becomes the Ultimate Hope and see how he treats him. Even if he does treat him well though, Makoto at least has very obvious cases of good/bad luck even if it isn’t on the level of Nagito’s. These two though? It would be near non-existent. And that maybe enough to cause Nagito to despise them, perhaps even more than his disgust towards the Reserve Course. These two won the raffle and yet show as much ‘talent’ as a reserve course student? I could see him looking at it as a bigger mockery than the reserve course itself. As such, there would for sure be something there with Nagito but I can’t be certain if it would be a decent relationship with another lucky student or an animosity that’s the worst we’d ever seen from him. 

[fugaciousgloom]

Hajime isn't a boy.

Komahina Week 2020 Day 3: Genderbend AU

Warning: Transphobia, slight/mentioned homophobia, internalized transphobia.

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Hajime glared at her reflection in the mirror. Her mother's makeup seemed to be taunting her, sitting on the other side of the counter. She hated it. Everything. Her short hair, her broad shoulders, her flat chest. She didn't understand why nobody could see the problem.

Hajime Hinata was not a boy.

Hajime Hinata was a girl.

And Hajime Hinata should not have to wear the boys uniform to school.

The uniform consisted of black pants, a white dress shirt, and a tie. Usually, pants wouldn't bother her, but walking into a school where all the other girls are wearing skirts and all the boys were wearing pants would drive her insane.

Hajime tried to explain it to her parents, but it was hard to get the words out. Especially when they would make passively mean comments about gay and transgender people like it was no big deal. They often referred to them as "defected" or "broken". It felt awful.

It was scary, being someone she isn't in a home where she could be kicked out for even dressing like a girl, let alone transitioning.

And it didn't help that she still liked girls. That was actually how she realized she was one. She kept imagining herself with other girls, but as a girl. It was strange, especially when she was younger and in middle school.

Hajime was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a call from downstairs, "Hajime, breakfast!"

She sighed, gazing longingly at the make up again before turning and walking out of the bathroom.

---

Downstairs, Hajime's father was rushing to get ready for work. He glanced at her when she made it to the bottom of the stairs, "Looking sharp, son."

Hajime cringed internally and nodded at him. She walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a plate and piling eggs and sausage onto it. As she sat down to eat, she heard her father's voice again, "Do you need a ride to school?"

"No, thanks." She replied, glancing over to him as he shoved his keys into his pocket, "Sonia and Gundham are going to meet me on Quarterline Street a little ways away from here."

Her father nodded, "I've always liked that Sonia girl." It was almost teasing, which made Hajime blush a bit. She didn't like Sonia like that, but since she was one of her best friends, people always assumed she did. It was quite annoying.

She quickly finished her breakfast and shoved her computer into her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she waved goodbye to her mother as she headed out the door.

---

True to their word, Sonia and Gundham were waiting when Hajime made it to the corner. The former was wearing the girls uniform, including a white dress shirt, a pleated skirt, stockings and black Mary Jane's. Hajime found herself envying her friend, tugging at the collar of her shirt self-consciously.

They had been her best friend since second grade after Sonia spilled her milk all over Hajime by accident and Gundham tripped over them while they were cleaning the mess. Sonia invited them to her birthday party as an apology and they found they had a lot in common.

They were also the only people she had told about her secret. They were a lot more accepting than she thought they'd be, and both shared their own secrets in return. Turned out, they were both gay.

When Sonia spotted Hajime she waved enthusiastically and ran over to him, "Hajime, how are you?"

Hajime laughed as she flung her arms around her, "I'm doing fine, how about you?"

The two talked as they made their way back to Gundham, who looked like his usual brooding self. He had his scarf pulled up to his face, obviously self conscious of his outfit. He wasn't wearing his jacket and explained that the lack of cover was making him feel a bit awkward. At least, that's what Hajime got out of his theatrical way of speaking.

The school's dress code was very strict. Nobody was allowed to wear any accessories that covered the uniform that the school didn't provide or sell. This included jackets. Hajime had to spend twenty dollars on a jacket when his one at home was perfectly fine. Sonia, however, was allowed to wear hair accessories, which she took advantage of.

On the walk to school, Sonia did most of the talking. She gushed about a girl she met at opening school night (an event that Hajime hadn't even bothered to attend, mostly because she knew her parents would make her dress up for it) and how she was so excited to see her again. Gundham also talked a bit about his mother's pet shop and the chaos they had gone through preparing his little sisters for school that morning. Hajime liked listening to their stories, but never contributed much.. Her mother stayed at home all day and her father worked some nine-to-five job she had never bothered to ask about. Other than their rants about politics and religion, he didn't have much to lament on.

The three made it to school and Gundham begrudgingly took off his scarf. It was a bit strange, seeing him out of his usual attire, and Sonia seemed to agree as well. She kept commenting on the minimal stubble he had acquired over the summer, making Gundham glare at her. They all had a good laugh about it as they made their way into the door.

The hallways were white and lined with gray-green lockers. The luminescent lights flickered slightly, and Hajime immediately knew they would end up giving her a headache. Sonia, who seemed right at home, rushed them all over to student check-in.

The booth had a reasonably long line, leading all the way from the table to near the entrance. As Sonia dragged them to the end, her eyes lit up. She waved at a girl with pink hair and beckoned her over. The girl didn't seem to mind losing her place in line and tugged on the girl next to her's sleeve. The two made their way over and greeted Sonia warmly.

"Chiaki, Nagi!" Sonia pulled them into a hug, "It's nice to see you again!"

The pink haired girl (presumably Chiaki) pulled away, "Hi Sonia, who's your friends?"

"This is Gundham Tanaka and Hajime Hinata." She gestured to each of them respectively. Hajime waved slightly, glancing at Nagi. There was something about her that she couldn't describe... it was a weird feeling.

The five waited in line, talking and getting to know eachother. Well, except for Hajime, who was satisfied avoiding eye contact with Nagi and listening to the others talk. This only seemed to peak the other girl's interest, as she kept trying to look her in the eye the entire conversation.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, they finally made it to the front of the line. They each got their schedules and a school map, as well as a packet about school rules.

"Who's your homeroom teacher, Hajime?" Sonia glanced over Hajime's shoulder, skimming her schedule.

Hajime turned towards her, "Oh, I have Ms. Monomi."

Sonia frowned, "Darn, I'm in Ms. Yukisome's class..." she glanced at Chiaki, only to brighten up when the other girl expressed that she had the same homeroom.

"I, too, have the acclaimed Ms. Yukisome." Gundham spoke up from by is spot next to Chiaki, "Therefore, I shall accompany you to class."

"I have Ms. Monomi." Nagi claimed, smiling at Hajime. It made her heart pound for some reason. "So I can walk to class with you."

Hajime nervously glanced away, but he could hear the huff that escaped the other. She was obviously getting annoyed. From where she stood, Hajime could clearly see Sonia smirking at him. She just quirked an eyebrow at her.

The group talked for a but longer before the bell interrupted them. Sonia, Chiaki, and Gundham left together, leaving her alone with Nagi.

The walk to class was silent aside from Nagi's persistent quiries. Hajime suppressed a smile. She thought the rambling was almost cute, but quickly suppressed the thought.

They were right outside the classroom when Nagi blocked her path, "I understand I'm trash, and you probably don't want to talk to me, but why are you avoiding me after just meeting me." She takes a breath, muttering the next part mostly to herself, "Usually, it takes at least a full conversation for people to stop talking to me."

Hajime was caught off guard, "U-um... I'm sorry?"

Nagi stared at her for a few moments before sighing and turning around, "I don't bite, you know..." she then walked into the classroom.

Hajime stood there in the doorway for a second. Did she make her upset?

Damn, I really screwed that up. She thought, following Nagi into the classroom. The classroom was crowded to say the least. Only a few kids had sat down, the rest wandering around the room or chatting with peers. Hajime watched as Nagi sat down at a desk near the window, pulling out a book to read. She hesitated, then sat down next to her.

Nagi glanced over at her briefly, "You don't have to sit next to me if you don't want to." She said, "It's not a big deal."

"No, I want to." Hajime replied, "and I'm sorry for being awkward when we met, I have... a lot on my mind."

Nagi opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by the door opening. A young woman wearing all pink and white walked in carrying a bunch of binders. Her outfit looked more like something a little girl would wear rather than an adult. "Before we get started with class, everyone needs to find a seat!"

Hajime turned to listen to the teacher, but she could still feel Nagi's eyes on the back of her neck.

---

Hajime stood in the hallway later that day, staring at the bathroom door. The mens bathroom door. She grimaced, moving forward to push open the door.

There was nobody inside, making her sigh with relief. The last thing he needed was to make things even more awkward than they already are.

As she was washing her hands, she avoided looking into the mirror, not sure that she could even handle her own reflection at that moment.

When the door swung open, she flinched, staring harder at her hands. Maybe if she ignored them, they'd finish quickly and go away.

The person walked by at a fast pace, surprising Hajime a bit. She turned to look, but they had already disappeared into a stall. They obviously hadn't wanted to be seen, so she quickly finished washing her hands and left.

---

Sonia, Gundham, and Chiaki caught up with Hajime outside of the bathroom. Nagi and him had split ways after homeroom, so she wasn't  exactly sure where she had gone. They all walked to lunch together, talking about their days so far.

Sonia led them all to a table at the back of the cafeteria. Hajime listened to them all talk as he pulled out his bento. Gundham sat next to him. He leaned forward a bit, talking in a low voice.

"Are you alright, mortal?" He asked, "I noticed you vacating the men's restroom on our path to this dining area."

Hajime sighed, smiling at his friend, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit uncomfortable."

Gundham gave him a quick, understanding nod, before listening in on Chiaki and Sonia's conversation.

It was about a quarter way through lunch when Nagi joined them. She explained that she had gotten lost on the way there and had to ask a hall monitor for directions, "Turns out I was on the opposite side of the school." She smiled warily, "I don't even know how I ended up there."

They all had a good laugh at her misfortune, making Nagi pout, before going back to their normal conversation.

---

They all packed up their lunch when the bell rang. Gundham and Chiaki headed out first, as their next class was on the other side of the building.

Sonia led them to their next class, talking the whole way. Hajime was used to her talkative nature, but obviously Nagi wasn't. It made sense, seeing as Chiaki was a quiet person.

They were almost to class when Hajime felt Nagi cling to the back of her shirt. She jumped, turning to look at the girl. Nagi wasn't looking at Hajime, instead looking past her and down the hallway. She followed her gaze, eyes landing on a tall girl with pink pigtails. She was tailed by a meek girl with purple hair, and a tough looking girl with short, brown hair.

The group made their way down the hall, stopping in front of the door to Nagi, Hajime, and Sonia's next class.

Though she didn't know her personally, Hajime recognized the girl from the magazines her mother read. Junko, if she remembered correctly.

Sonia stepped in front of Hajime, "Excuse me, I believe this is our next class."

"Hold on," Junko held one finger up, "Are you with Nagito over there?" Hajime felt Nagi's grip tighen on her shirt.

Sonia quirked an eyebrow, "You mean Nagi?" She nodded, "Yes, I am."

A small voice came from a girl behind Junko, "Uhm, J-junko... maybe w-we should just g-go to class?"

"Shut it, Mikan!" Junko hissed.

Mikan out her arms in front of her face, flinching backwards, "Ah, I'm sorry!"

"Excuse me!" Sonia placed her hands on her hips, "You have no right to speak to her that way. Apologize at once!" Her voice was authoritarian and, if it were Hajime, he would have listened immediately.

Junko ignored her, instead acknowledging Hajime, "Seems like Nagito has a boy toy." Hajime held back a flinch, "He probably doesn't know, otherwise, he wouldn't even associate with him."

"Him?" Hajime muttered, connecting the pieces in her brain. When Nagi released her shirt, she spun around. The white haired girl had backed up, face wet with tears. She looked ready to bolt at the slightest movement.

When the late bell rang, the brown haired girl tugged on Junko's sleeve, "We need to go to class." She began, "Otherwise, we'll get in trouble."

Junko looked like she was going to object, but nodded, turning on her heel to walk into the classroom. Hajime kept her gaze fixed on Nagi as she speed walked towards the bathroom, wiping her tears with her sleeves.

Hajime followed her, watching as Nagi paused at the women's bathroom door. Instead of going inside, she slid down the wall outside the door, covering her face with her hands.

She sat down next to her, placing a hand on her back as she calmed herself down.

"I'm sorry."

Hajime blinked, surprised by the sudden apology, "What?"

Nagi looked away, "You probably don't want to be my friend after this."

"No," Hajime shook his head, moving to sit in front of her, "I do!" Nagi looked at him skeptically, and Hajime sighed. She placed her hands in her lap, "I don't know how to explain it, but I... I'm the same way."

Nagi's eyes widened, "Really?"

Hajime nodded, whispering, "I've known since I was little." He smiled, "But I see that your parents are better with that than mine."

Nagi nodded, fiddling with her hands in her lap, "Well, I live with my grandparents." She smiled, "They let me grow my hair out and wear the girl's uniform."

The two sat in silence for a bit before Hajime stood, offering a hand to Nagi, "We should get to class before we get in anymore trouble."

Nagi accepted her hand and pulled herself up, smiling at Hajime, "Thank you."

"Anytime."

---

I didn't know how to end it.

Anyways, thank you for reading! I hope I did it justice. I'm not trans, so if I did anything wrong, please let me know.

[samsonet]

Mum said it's my turn on the Switch.

Sometimes, Leon’s family comes to Wyndon to visit him.

Today’s one of those days. He’d been looking forward to it for a while, even cleaned up his flat so his mum and brother wouldn’t tease him for living in a mess. He’d gotten groceries. He’d gotten some new toys for Hop. It’ll be a good day, if it goes according to plan.

The doorbell rings.

“Hey!” Leon says, opening the door. “It’s so good to see yo—”

Hop slips under his arm and disappears down a hallway. A door slams.

“...is he okay?”

Their mum sighs. “He’s getting to the age where he’s too cool to spend time with his family, that’s all. I’m sorry, Leon. Here, why don’t we cook together? He’ll come out if he smells his favourite food.”

She opens a few cabinets before she finds the pans.

It’s been too long since they’ve gotten to cook together. Leon remembers the first lessons, back when he was a little kid. He’d been so excited, thinking of adventures and new experiences, but Mum insisted on teaching him how to make curry before he left. He’d whined and complained, but he still followed her directions and came out with something pretty good.

Even now, he follows her directions, getting the meat and potatoes as she starts up the stove.

“You don’t have much silverware,” Mum observes. “Do you ever have company?”

“Heh. Nobody I cook for. Raihan and Nessa come over, sometimes, but we usually order takeaway.”

He stops halfway through mashing a potato, letting himself think. Why doesn’t he ever cook for them? He’s capable of it. Years of being the man of the house (of being Hop’s second parent) have given him the necessary skills. He might actually enjoy cooking alongside his friends, too.

But…

Cooking with someone, cooking for someone… It’s what he does with his family. If he did it with anyone else, it would be like having a new family. He’s not ready for that kind of intimacy.

“Something wrong, Leon?”

“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. It’s just… been awhile since we got to see each other, you know? I really missed you and Hop.”

Mum looks at him, an undefinable emotion in her eyes.

She opens her arms. “Come here.”

He has to lean down and she has to stand on her toes, but the hug is warm and comfortable.

His mum steps back first. “Hop missed you too, you know. He’s such a lonely child.”

“Is that so…”

Hearing about Hop’s troubles always makes him feel guilty. As a big brother, he should be present whenever Hop needs him, not available over the phone from 3:00-3:30 on Tuesday and Thursday.

It’s not that he doesn’t care. Being champion just keeps him busy, and he lives so far away. He wishes things could be different, but...

“Are you sure you don’t want to move to Wyndon? I could get you a place, easy.”

“I know.” Mum stirs the potatoes. “Hop really likes his friend, though. He wouldn’t want to move away from her.”

Hop’s friend Gloria, the girl next door. Leon has never met her, but from the calls and letters he feels like he knows her well. She’s the best friend anyone could ask for. She’s super cute. She’s there for Hop, every birthday, every holiday. She’s the one he can go to when he makes a discovery or wants to try something new.

Not his big brother. Her.

“Well… it’s good he has a friend, at least.”

Mum gives him a sad smile. “I can finish up from here. Why don’t you go tell Hop the food is almost ready? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind talking with you when boring old Mum isn’t there.”

“You’re not boring! But… okay. Love you, Mum.”

She nudges his head down and kisses his cheek. “I love you, too, Leon.”

Down the hallway is Leon’s bedroom. The door is closed, but not locked, and Leon has pushed it open an inch when he hears Hop’s voice on the other side.

“Wyndon is super awesome! At the station, there was this guy with a scarf, or I thought it was a scarf, and then it turned out it was a Sizzlipede! It spooked me! But the guy thought it was funny.”

There’s a girl’s voice, muffled through the wall.

That must be Gloria, he realizes. They’re on a video call.

Seriously? An hours-long trip across the region to come visit, and Hop’s first action on arrival was calling his friend? When did she start becoming so important to him?

The darker side of him answers. When you were gone and she wasn’t.

Leon simultaneously loves and hates her.

You should be happy about this, he tells himself. It’s good for Hop to have a life outside of you. If something happens to you, he’ll be fine.

But is it wrong to want his brother to still miss him like a little kid?

“Knock, knock,” he calls, loudly enough that he hopes Gloria hears it. “I’m coming in!”

“SorryGlogottagobye!”

When he opens the door, he finds Hop innocently turning on the TV and starting up the gaming console.

Leon deadpans, “Mum said it’s my turn to use the Switch.”

“Hahaha… sorry, Lee, I really wanted to play this game and I couldn’t do it at home...”

“Really? Because I seem to remember buying you one just a few months ago.”

He’d bought one for Hop’s friend, too, because the price meant nothing to him and he wanted them to be able to play together. Is it petty to regret that?

“It’s not the same! Your place is so much nicer!”

“Well, then,” Leon says, sitting on the floor next to him. “Mind if I play with you?”

“Er…”

“Unless you think you’re too cool to hang out with your big brother, Galar’s undefeated champion.”

“O-of course not! You’re the coolest person I know!”

He loves to hear that — he always loves to hear Hop’s praise — but he can’t help but think of the abruptly-ended video call, the girl on the other side.

“Are you sure? It sounds like you’ve got someone else you’ve a fan of, now.”

“Wha… You mean Gloria? No way! She’s just a friend!”

It’s adorable, really, the way Hop lets his emotions show on his face so easily. This is a kid who gets to grow up without always being followed by cameras, a kid who gets to be himself and not the person the region wants to see.

If Hop moves to Wyndon, that would change.

Maybe it’s a bit selfish of Leon, but he thinks it might be worth it.

He leans back, watching the game. “I asked Mum about this, but I want to ask you, too. Would you like to move to Wyndon? You could even live here, if you want. There’s plenty of space.”

“Wyndon is really nice,” Hop says. His character punches an NPC so hard, it flies off the screen. “An’ it would be nice to see you more, but…”

“But?”

“I’m Gloria’s only friend. I don’t wanna leave her alone.”

Aw, does Hopscotch have a crush? Leon considers teasing him about it, but decides on a more serious direction.

“You’re a good friend. But you can’t be her only friend forever, you know? You want to be champion someday, right? If you do, you have to move to Wyndon. Being champ has a lot of responsibilities.”

Responsibilities. Ugh. Sometimes Leon forgets that his brother is only twelve. That is much too young to have a dream ruined by thinking about responsibilities.

“I guess what I’m saying is, if you want to move here, you can’t hold yourself back because of someone else. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you, you know?

Hop seems thoughtful. “Yeah, I’ve thought about that. It was the same situation with you an’ Sonia, right? How did you guys make it work?”

“Er…”

They didn’t, that’s how. They’d been even closer than Hop and Gloria were, but after the championship, everything changed. Leon stayed in Wyndon and Sonia went home, and their calls became less frequent and their meetings rare.

He wonders how it must have been for Hop, to watch them slowly falling apart. Was it an adult who pointed out the parallel, or did he realize it himself? How old was he when he put the pieces together?

It happened while you were away.

Leon always won on the pitch, but it felt like he was always losing off of it.

He offers, “Well, growing up is hard. Things change, you know?”

Hop stares up at him, his honey-coloured eyes as all-knowing as ever. He’s obviously not buying it.

“When I’m champion,” he whispers, “I’m gonna buy two flats right next to each other. I’ll have one and Gloria can have the other one, and we’ll still be friends and neighbors and nothing will change.”

No, something will change. You will be champion and she won’t. That’s a big difference.

That's a mean thing to say, though. It’s a nice dream to have, truly. Leon hopes for his brother’s sake that it comes true.

“Will I be invited to your new flat?”

Hop hums. “Sometimes.”

“Can I close myself in your room and play on your Switch?”

Hop laughs, pulling off one of the controllers and hands it to him. “Okay, I get it. You can play. But I’m not going to go easy on you!”

“You better not!”

They start the first round of the multiplayer course.

Across Galar, there have to be hundreds of siblings spending time together. Exploring, training, reading, playing games.

In Wyndon, here and now, Leon is with Hop. They’re playing together, immersed in the game, enjoying each others’ company and having a champion time.

[katedoesfics]

Lacuna | Chapter 15

Kahli did keep herself busy with work over the next few days, earning herself some decent pay. And as usual, it was Emily that came and dragged her out of her workshop, reminding her to show her face in town and attempt to have some kind of social life.

“You get way too involved with work,” Emily said as she pulled her wrist and led her up the road. “You’re going to turn into Higgins.”

She followed Emily to the Round Table where they took their usual seats at the bar. Sonia quickly made them their drinks, then returned to tending to the dinner rush. Sam, Arlo, and Remington were already seated at a table when they arrived, and Sam bounced up to them, joining them at the bar.

“Excellent,” she said. “I was hoping we could get our drink on!”

Emily shook her head. “I promised Gran I’d make it an early night.”

Sam turned to Kahli expectantly. Kahli raised her drink and Sam cheered.

“No Antoine?” Kahli asked.

“I think he’s at home writing smut starring himself and Dr. Xu,” Emily said.

“He really needs to get laid,” Sam said.

“One of these days, we should really take a trip into the city,” Emily said. “Take him out, get him drunk, and see who he ends up going home with.”

“Maybe then he’ll stop creepin’ on the hot doctor all the time.” Sam rolled her eyes.

“Do we really have nothing better to talk about?” Kahli asked.

Sam and Emily shrugged.

“C’mon,” Sam said. “It’s Portia. It’s not exactly the most exciting place in the world.”

“That can’t be true,” Emily said. “You guys seem to be keeping pretty busy.”

“There has been increased activity on the edges of Portia,” Sam said. “We can’t figure out why, though.”

“Do you think Duvos has something to do with it?” Emily asked.

Sam frowned. “I dunno,” she said. “I hope not.” When Sonia returned behind the counter, Sam ordered a drink, and Albert slid between her and Kahli.

“Ladies,” he said smoothly. He gave Kahli a wink. “Sonia, dear, another round?”

“For you, Alby, anything.” She met his gaze and smile.

Kahli watched their interaction for a moment. Sonia giggled as Albert flirted with her, and his hand lingered on her’s when she handed him his drink. He glanced at Kahli, Emily, and Sam once more, flashing them a sparkling grin, before leaving the bar.

When he was out of earshot, Emily snorted and rolled her eyes. “Why do you do that?” she said to Sonia.

Sonia smiled, her cheeks warming slightly, and she turned her attention to some dirty glasses. “He tips when I stroke his ego.”

“That’s not all you’re stroking,” Sam muttered.

“I thought he was a womanizer?” Kahli asked.

“He is,” Emily confirmed with a nod. “But he’s got money, and Sonia’s into that.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sonia said, narrowing her eyes at Emily.

“It’s not your best trait,” Emily said dryly, and she sipped her drink.

“Salty,” Sam said.

“Is it so wrong to look for a man with a stable income?”

“It is if that’s all you like about him,” Emily said.

Sonia rolled her eyes. “Where’s Antoine when I need him?”

“He’d say the same thing,” Sam pointed out.

“You guys are bitchy tonight,” Sonia muttered. “I’m charging you full price.”

“We were getting a discount?” Kahli frowned and looked down at her half empty drink, but Sonia said nothing more, leaving them alone at the bar.

Emily finished her drink and slid the empty glass across the counter. She stood and stretched her arms. “Alright, that’s it for me.”

“You just got here,” Sam whined.

“Sorry,” she said. “I promised Gran.”

“Hey,” Kahli called to her as she made her way to the door. “I’m coming over tomorrow for a pie.”

Emily smiled. “I’ll make sure we have a fresh one for ya.” She waved, then stepped out into the night.

Sam turned to Kahli. “C’mon, let’s go bother the guys.”

“Don’t you think I’ve annoyed them enough lately?”

Sam grinned. “Nah,” she said. “They like having you around.”

Kahli raised a brow. “They do?” But Sam was already making her way across the restaurant to their booth. Kahli sighed, then followed. She mentally sighed in relief when Sam took the empty seat beside Arlo, and she slid in beside Remington.

“Look who decided to hang out with us,” Remington said.

“Did you miss me?” Kahli batted her eyelashes playfully at him.

“Always,” Remington said with a grin.

Sam barked out a laugh. “She was just telling me how much you smell.”

Remington frowned. “Why you trying to get between us?”

“Sam’s just jealous,” Kahli said.

“Speaking of getting between you,” Arlo said. “You’re not letting Albert pick you up, are you?”

“And what if I am?” Kahli asked. “He’s just so… charming.” She snorted.

“Yeah, what of it?” Sam said to him. “You jealous? Is Albert taking all the ladies away from you?”

“No,” Arlo sneered at her.

Sam giggled. “Aw, it’s okay, Arlo. Someday your prince will come.”

Arlo rolled his eyes and sighed. “I can put you to work tomorrow.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

Arlo blinked at her. “Yes, actually, I can. That’s how it works. I’m the boss.”

“Never!” Sam quickly chugged her drink. “You’ll never take me alive!”

“So dramatic,” Remington said.

“I hope you plan on drinking yourself to death,” Arlo said. “Because I will make you work with a hangover.”

Sam frowned. “Someone needs to get laid,” she muttered into her empty glass.

Arlo moved to punch her, but she ducked just in time and giggled.

“How do you deal with this?” Kahli asked Remington.

“I drink,” he said simply.

“They’re like children.”

“I am not a child,” Arlo sneered.

“He makes it so easy,” Sam giggled.

“I’m going to have to walk her home, aren’t I?” Remington said.

“She’s drunk already?” Kahli asked.

“She’s a lightweight.” Arlo rolled his eyes.

“And she gets giggly and immature when she’s drunk.”

“You’re…. You’re Mama!” Sam retorted childishly.

“I guess it’s that time,” Remington said with a sigh.

Kahli slid out of the booth, allowing Remington to exit, and he pulled Sam out.

“You’re a party pooper,” Sam said.

“Leave before you get roped into work,” Remington said.

Sam stuck her tongue out at Arlo before Remington turned her around and pushed her toward the door. Kahli grinned as she watched them leave, then slid back into the booth.

“I like drunk Sam,” she said.

Arlo laughed. “It gets old.”

Silence fell between them for a moment. Kahli put her chin in her hand and looked around the room.

“Guess all our friends ditched us,” she said.

“You have friends?”

Kahli wrinkled her nose. “Rude.” She briefly met Arlo’s gaze, then turned back to her drink.

“Can I ask you something?”

Kahli glanced at him, but he seemed to be studying his drink carefully.

“I guess so.”

“It’s, uh, personal. You’re a girl, right?”

She snorted. “Last time I checked,” Kahli said. She rolled her eyes.

“Right. Sure. I just... need a woman’s opinion. But you can’t tell anyone.”

“Sam’s a woman,” Kahli pointed out. “Why can’t you ask her?”

“Because she gets all excited and squeaky about stuff. And I need someone blunt and honest.”

Kahli considered this, her lips pursed. She made a zipping motion across her lips. “You’re weird secrets are safe with me.”

Arlo hesitated. “A few days ago, Nora kind of laid out her feelings for me. I haven’t given her a response yet. It’s all kind of sudden. I like talking to her, but I guess I’ve always kind of seen her as a little sister.”

“Oh.” Kahli cleared her throat. “Well, are you attracted to her?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess. She’s pretty. But I guess I haven’t really considered dating. I’m all about the Civil Corps right now.”

Kahli nodded. Her lips pressed together. “Right. Sure.”

“I guess I just don’t know how to approach it. If I got into a relationship, I’d need to make sure I make time for her. What do you think?”

Kahli blinked at him for a moment, surprised with such a question. “Well,” she started. “You just said that you’re focusing on your career,” she pointed out. “It’s great that you would want to make time for her, but that would likely mean giving up on your goals.” She shrugged.  “Maybe you could make it work, but to be honest, it doesn’t sound like you’re interested in a relationship, anyway. If you don’t feel the same way, it’s not fair to lead her on.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I guess a part of me just wanted to give it a try. But she’s younger, and we’re worlds apart. And my job is dangerous, anyway. I wouldn’t want anyone to worry.”

She forced a smile and met his gaze. “You just gotta be honest with yourself, and with her.”

“Thanks. It helped to talk it out. I guess I’ll have to talk with her soon.”

“Sure. But for what it’s worth, I think Sam would have been blunt with you.”

“Not when she’s drinking,” he pointed out.

“You could have, you know, asked her when she’s not drinking.”

“I guess.” He paused. “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

He met her gaze, then smiled. “For bothering you with my problems, which I obviously did.”

“I welcome someone else’s problems,” Kahli said. “Makes me feel good to know I’m not the only one that doesn’t have her shit together.”

Arlo chuckled. “What problems are plaguing you?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “I mean. You know. The usual. Abandonment issues and what not.”

“Right. The usual.” He hesitated. “Anything you want to talk about?”

Kahli sighed and put her chin in her hand. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she said. She was silent for a moment before speaking again. “Do you know why I came here?”

“No.”

“My father left me the workshop,” she said.

“Oh.” He hesitated. “I’m sorry.”

Kahli smiled. “You think he died.”

Arlo raised a brow.

“He’s alive. Or, as far as I know.” She sighed and leaned back against the booth. “I don’t know why he left me that place. Guess he thought it would make up for walking out on me years ago and leaving me with nothing.” She met Arlo’s gaze and grinned. “I’m a walking cliche, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Arlo frowned. “I don’t think so.”

Kahli shrugged. “Well. That was the first time I had heard from him. And I haven’t heard since. And I’m not sure if I should continue feeling angry, or what. If he thinks this is some stupid way to make it better, he’s wrong.” She sighed. “I have a lot of time to try to analyze it when I’m working, but I only end up with more questions. But. It helps to bang things.”

“As long as it’s not your thumb.”

“Hm.” She blew her hair out of her face. “Well. It isn’t all bad, I guess. Portia isn’t so bad.”

Arlo smiled. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here.”

Kahli met his gaze. “Me too.”

[brittle-bone-gabe]

Two Opposites, But Two Losers: Chapter One - Two Months in

Chapter Two, Chapter Three, 

Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is a first-year medical student trying to start off on the right foot, but being up all night to study and pull through on his assignments increases his need for coffee; this is where he meets his “favorite” new barista, Richie Tozier: an art student with bad habits. (I will specify a possible trigger in the chapter titles if it calls for one).

Pairings: Eddie x Richie, Ben x Beverly, Stan x Patty, Bill x Audra, Bill x Mike

Read on Ao3: Here

Transitioning from high school to college wasn’t the easiest thing, fresh outta high school, most students would assume that it would be okay to stack classes upon classes. No, college would never be that easy; especially while stacking classes on top of a job. Studying seemed next to impossible, having to alter your schedule to make sure you can finish the classes for the day while making it to your shift on time… Nothing about being in college was easy. If anybody knew that it would be Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie’s had been attending Southern Valley University in Maine for six-years now, studying hard, attending every class… Well, that seemed to pay off, as Eddie was now in the university’s medical school program. 

Needless to say Eddie didn’t do any partying at all during his past years in college, he couldn’t even imagine going to a party; alcohol, drugs… no, that wasn’t his scene at all. Hell, even in high school he didn’t do any partying. Not only wouldn’t his mother let him go anywhere she didn’t approve of, he was afraid of the germs and all the diseases his mother warned him about. So, no. Eddie didn’t have any desire to go to any parties and fuck up his life. Besides, with the extra classes he picked up in high school that counted towards college credits, giving him a slight head start in getting his associate degree, there was no time. 

 Being considered for the med school program in his first year of college was the best news Eddie had ever received in his life. Granted, he didn’t have many people to tell, as he was considered a loser in high school so he didn’t have many friends, but he did tell his mother. Sonia was… not thrilled about that. Ever since her son told her that he wanted to be a doctor she flipped out; trying to manipulate him into changing his mind, but once Eddie had his sights set on something it wasn’t going to be easy to change his mind. Sonia would get on his case, asking if he decided to change his major, even going as far as trying to call the university before he even started attending to force them to change it, but thankfully the school wouldn’t allow that, since Eddie had to be the one to make that choice. 

Eddie tried extremely hard to stay home while he started college, but, of course, his mother made it a living hell. She had still treated him like he was in middle school even; setting a bedtime, checking his laptop and phone for anything to get him in trouble, insisted on driving him to school even though Eddie had his own car, hell, if they go out shopping Sonia insists that Eddie keep a hand on the cart so he wouldn’t get lost. It was Eddie’s last straw when Sonia went through his laptop, basically grounding him because he was listening to podcasts that she didn’t approve of. He had snatched the laptop away from her, stomped up to his room, packed his belongings and left without saying a word to his mother, who, the whole time, was trying to manipulate him into staying home. I’m sick, Eddie-Bear, you wouldn’t leave me while I’m sick, would you? When that didn’t work… How would you feel if I end up in the hospital on life support because I didn’t have anyone here to take care of me! How would you feel, Edward? You’re going to kill your mother! The psychological manipulation was hard for Eddie to overcome, but he had to remind himself she did this all the time and she seemed to be fine. 

For an entire month Eddie more or less lived in his car and the universities gym showers. It wasn’t easy, but he didn’t have enough money from his job to get a place of his own, he didn’t really have many friends he knew well enough to couch hop or move in with. Eddie was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Either live in his car, or with a woman who psychology abused him. The car was the best option. Unfortunately the dorms couldn’t take anybody in in the middle of the year, the deadline had been weeks before the semester started… oh well, Eddie would live. 

Thankfully, one day while browsing a classified advertisement website, as Eddie had begun to do religiously, someone named Bill had posted about how he and his current roommate needed a third roommate since their old one bailed on them. Eddie didn’t really know Bill or his current roommate Mike, but the rent was reasonable, they rented a house near campus, he would have his own room. 

After five years of living with Bill Benbrough and Mike Hanlon, it was safe to say they were great friends. 

                                                         -----

Being in his first year of med school, all nighters weren’t uncommon, in fact, it seemed to be a natural occurrence for Eddie. Yeah, as someone whose job it was going to be to tell people that getting a full night's sleep would be important to their health, it didn’t count for college students. As far as he was concerned, coffee and all nighters were going to be a natural part of life for most people in their twenties. 

Eddie was hunched over the desk in his room, his head resting on the opened textbook in front of him, snoring lightly, still holding onto the mechanical pencil that he had been using to take notes. Scattered across his desk were large, empty paper coffee cups from the small coffee shop on campus called Harvest Flavor. That place was a god send. Their coffee was better than that overpriced coffee company, pretty cheap too. All of those cups of coffee had helped Eddie stay up until four in the morning, but like clockwork, he crashed as soon as the clock struck four. 

He snorted himself awake, his eyes wide staring at the pencil that was still in his hand. Did I fall asleep? When did I do that? He sat up, his back cracking in the process, keeping his eyes closed for a moment since the light in his room was still on and burning his eyes. He dropped the pencil onto his textbook, using the palm of his hands to rub his sore, tired eyes. Eddie looked at his Apple Watch, it was a little after six in the morning. Great. Only two hours of sleep, and his anatomy class didn’t start until eight-thirty, so obviously he had some time to kill. 

When would Eddie break this habit of staying up all night? Maybe when he felt like he was doing adequate in his classes, mainly cell biology. Eddie couldn’t help but feel like he was falling behind in his classes, but none more than cell biology… Basically, if Hell were a class it would be that one. Just this past week alone he’s been staying up just to study extra hard for that one class, but no matter how much studying he did it didn’t feel like it was enough. If this is how his first two months of med school were currently going he couldn’t possibly imagine how hard the rest of the program was going to be.

No… no, he could do this. He needed to do this. Not only because this was his dream career, but because he really wanted to piss off his mother. He couldn’t wait for the day he graduated medical school just to show her his MD. That was the pettiness that was chugging Eddie along. 

Grumbling, Eddie thought that maybe it would be a good idea to study a bit of his anatomy class before going in today. However, there would be no way he would be able to keep himself awake like this. No, he needed some coffee to push him through the rest of the morning. Eddie checked his phone, hoping that Harvest would be open this early. They opened at five-thirty in the morning, thank God. That was lowkey the only coffee place Eddie liked. 

Knowing that Bill and Mike were still sleeping and also needed to get up soon, Eddie quietly moved around the house to get ready to head out. He grabbed the clothes he had set out the night before before he started studying and went to take a quick shower. He was great at tip toeing around… until he accidentally knocked over every possible bottle in the shower. Eddie had stayed still, his soapy hands still tangled in his hair, staring down wide eyes at the bottles that laid on the tub floor. It had sounded like a bomb had gone off, and Eddie held his breath, hoping that that didn’t wake anybody up. He let out a sigh, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, finishing up his shower. 

Eddie dressed in an oversized blue knit sweater, black jeans cuffed up over his ankles, with his black Converses. It was a simple outfit, but Eddie was still tired despite taking a shower, which normally woke him up, but it didn’t seem to do the trick today. Yup, he needed coffee and he needed it now. 

Before leaving the house, he grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, even though he wasn’t planning on driving to Harvest. Nah, it was spring, the weather was starting to warm up, and since Harvest was literally right on campus near the house. No need to waste gas going there. He had thought about bringing his backpack and textbooks with him to Harvest, but he decided he wasn’t going to stay long; just get his coffee and leave. 

Eddie started walking down the sidewalk, his hands shoved into his jean pockets. Along the way there were a couple of balls of snow left behind from the previous snow fall from a week ago that had refused to melt into the ground. Of course, Eddie couldn’t help but kick the snow, sending snow and small bits of ice across the ground. The sun was just barely peeking up over the trees, which were in the progress of growing leafs back. Spring certainly was Eddie’s favorite season; it gave him a sense of new beginnings, something he certainly felt when he started college and escaped from his hypochondriac of a mother. 

Approaching the familiar, old building of Harvest, Eddie couldn’t help but notice a tall guy with shaggy, curly brown hair, and glasses. He was leaning up the side of the building, holding a cigarette to his lips, taking a puff before dropping his arm to his side, blowing out the smoke. Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he thought that smoking was the most disgusting thing a person could do to their bodies. He tried ignoring him as he was walking past him, but Eddie could literally feel the man’s eyes on him, as if he was watching him go inside. Eddie had his hand on the door handle about to go in, but since the guy was looking at him… 

“Y’know…” Eddie started, meeting the guys gaze, who had the cigarette up to his lips again, “that shit’s back for you, right?” 

The guy had a slight confused look on his face for a split second before giving Eddie a shit-eating grin. He flicked his cigarette into the street before straightening his posture, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Good, maybe I’ll die faster,” the man said, still not letting that grin go. 

Honestly? Eddie wasn’t expecting that response, he was expecting for the guy to flip him off or just tell him to fuck off. Eddie blinked a few times before going inside the coffee shop. He knew that a lot of the humor around college was the oh, I hope I die, jokes, that didn’t mean he understood it, or could tell when someone was actually joking. This guy, however, it was clear he was joking. What an asshole. 

Once inside, Eddie noticed that nobody was there; no customers sitting at the many seats, nobody behind the counter, just Eddie and the quiet music playing over the radio. It was actually peaceful. While waiting, Eddie took out his phone from his back pocket, debating on whether or not if he should text his roommates Bill and Mike to see if they wanted any coffee while he was here, knowing they loved the place as much as he did, especially since Eddie and Mike came here almost every late afternoon to grab a coffee. Eh, he decided against texting them, assuming that they were still sleeping and probably didn’t want to be bothered. 

When Eddie looked up he saw the same guy from outside now leaning behind the counter. He was now wearing a stupid dark brown apron with a namebadge on his left said that read Richie T.. Great… he worked here. It was as though Richie didn’t drop that stupid grin from the moment he flashed it outside to this moment and for some reason it really pissed Eddie off. 

“Nice to see you again after all these years,” Richie said playfully, standing up straight when Eddie came up to the counter while pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“You washed your hands, right?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask, it was like the hypochondriac he had worked so hard to destroy broke through for just a moment. 

Richie scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you, my boss?” There was a small silence between Richie and Eddie, he snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I washed my hands.” He held up his hands, turning them over as if that was going to prove his hands were squeaky clean. Richie’s stupid grin was replaced with a smile, still looking at Eddie. “What can I get the cutest morning bird I’ve seen all week?” 

Eddie wasn’t expecting that, like, at all. Was he flirting? Or was he being nice? ...Or was he making fun of him? Oh, to be able to reach over the counter and punch this tall bastard in the arm. Instead, Eddie just glared at him, as if he was saying that he wasn’t going to fall for Richie’s joke. 

“If I’m the cutest morning bird you’ve seen all week then you must not get out much,” Eddie shook his head slightly, tsking, “that’s so sad.”  

Well, now it was Richie’s turn to be stunned. Normally people didn’t fire back at him whenever he made his stupid jokes or comments, other people would just roll their eyes and tell him to shut up. Richie would be a liar if he said he didn’t like the fact that this small guy in front of him could throw back the shade just as quickly as Richie threw them. Thinking about it, Richie almost had an issue thinking of a comeback. 

“Short, small, and grumpy? Where have you been all my life?” Richie asked, pressing his face on his hands as his elbows were leaning on the counter. He waited a couple of seconds before he laughed when it was quite obvious that he couldn’t come back with anything. ‘Whatdoya want to order?” He finally asked, standing back up. 

“Can I get a Latte Macchiato triple espresso.” 

Richie quickly punched the order in on the computerized register in front of him, the screen reflecting in his glasses. 

“Name?” Richie asked even before Eddie managed to pull out his wallet. 

Eddie looked up at him, blinking as he was still tired and for some reason had an issue processing what Richie asked him. 

“What?”

“Name…? For… for the order.” 

“Oh, sorry.” 

“Hmm… I think that’s too long of a name to fit on the cup, but I can tr-”

“My name’s Eddie,” he quickly interrupted him before Richie could finish his stupid joke, handing him his card so he could swipe it on the register. He put the card back in his wallet when Richie handed it back to him, he slipped a dollar into the tip jar that was sitting on the counter. 

“Cute morning bird made me rich!” Richie said loudly as he began writing Eddie’s name on the large sized cup, a smirk on his face as he turned his back to Eddie to begin making the espresso. 

“Shut up, Richie!” A woman could be heard from the backroom of the kitchen. She walked past the hole in the wall that connected the front line to the kitchen, opening the door and made her way over to the register. Richie laughed as the red, short haired woman punched in on the registers time clock. Sorry, she mouthed to Eddie, rolling her eyes as she turned back around to go back in the kitchen. Before she left, she made sure to pinch Richie’s side. 

Richie turned around, the espresso in one hand, while checking the Apple watch on his other wrist. “You know this shit’s bad for you, right?” He asked playfully, handing the paper cup over to Eddie, who had a slight pout as he took it from him. “Why do you need such a huge coffee in the morning? Early shift?”

As much as Eddie wanted to come back with something, he held his tongue, as it sounded like Richie was actually trying to make a real conversation with him.

“Nope,” he answered simply, deciding quickly that he would stay here to drink his espresso rather than go back home. He took a seat as far away from Richie as possible, but Richie was still pressing on. 

“What? You got class or something?” He didn’t wait for Eddie to answer, almost as if his mouth was on a motor. “Yeah, I have a class after my shift, totally not looking forward to it. Didn’t study for my test at all.” 

Richie was talking so fast that Eddie could barely process what he had just said. 

“Uh… no,” Eddie finally answered, turning in his seat to look at Richie, who was leaning against the counter again, “yeah. Class later. All nighter.” He took a sip of his drink as Richie opened his mouth again. 

“Not worth it, my dude, trust me.” 

“You are such a liar,” the woman standing in the kitchen at the hole in the wall. Richie’s eyes went wide, surprised to hear Beverly talk shit about him while they had a customer in here, normally she saved it for when nobody was inside, “you spend your nights at parties. Not worth it. Shut up.” 

Richie closed the window between the kitchen and the front end. 

“Aaannywaaays…” 

“All nighters are basically part of my degree.” 

Richie had opened his mouth to ask Eddie what exactly what degree was so important that he had to have all nighters all the damn time. Before he could ask, a group of college kids walked in. Lowkey, Eddie was happy that Richie was distracted, nobody should be that energetic this early in the morning.

Now that there were other people in Harvest, Richie wasn’t as talkative as he originally was, now only talking to the woman who was in the back through the hole in the wall. Which was fine with Eddie, he was desperately trying to wake up, the espresso was certainly helping. He felt more awake and alert, enough to go back home to study for his class in a couple of hours. More than anything, Eddie was happy that Richie’s attention was off of him, he didn’t particularly like any attention on him, it made him feel awkward and like he needed to keep everyone entertained. 

Eddie swirled the paper cup in his hand, making sure that there wasn’t any espresso left before standing up. He made sure his table was cleared before throwing the cup away in the trash can by the front door. Once again, he could feel Richie’s eyes on him, and he was expecting him to say something to him before he left. Honestly, he wished he wouldn’t, the group of people were sitting on the other side of the coffee shop, but the place was small enough where they could hear whatever words were to come out of Richie’s mouth. 

 He quickly tried to get out the door before Richie said anything, but he unfortunately wasn’t quick enough… 

“Bye, Morning Bird!” Richie said loudly, waving with a huge annoying smile on his face. 

Eddie didn’t even turn around to look at him, he hunched his shoulders together as he was quite embarrassed since he knew the group was now looking at him. 

“Bye…” he mumbled before heading out the door, his face red as he did, almost tripping on the way out. 

“What’s your problem, Trashmouth?” Bev asked her best friend, leaning out the hole in the wall. 

“Hm?” He asked, turning around to look at her, adjusting his glasses. “What?” 

“Why were you picking on him?” 

Normally Richie was pretty chill with the customers. Especially if they were regulars, then he would basically treat them as if they were guests in his own home. Surprisingly, Richie had a great customer service attitude, so that’s why Bev was slightly shocked over how he was treating Eddie. 

“I always act like that towards customers,” Richie reminded her, sitting on the counter, facing her as he swung his legs back and forth so his heels lightly bumped into the counter. 

���Nah, nah, nah… That was… different.” 

Richie couldn’t help but roll his eyes.“To be fair, my sweet Bev, he started it.” 

“How the fuck did he start it?” 

“Alright, check it. I was minding my own business, right? Smoking outside on break.”

“We don’t get breaks.”

“Shush. As I was saying, I was smoking, right? He comes up to me and is like… you know that shit’s bad for you, right?” Richie did his best Eddie impression, but it didn’t land, only causing Bev her turn to roll her eyes. 

She snorted. “I mean… he’s right.” 

“You smoke more than I do!” 

She flipped him off before going back to get the treats out of the oven before they burned.  

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By the time Eddie got home it was almost six-forty-five, the entire walk home he was pondering about everything that just happened at Harvest. He’s been going there all the time and never, not once, has he ever seen Richie or the woman with red hair working there before. Well… to be fair, he supposed, he never went so early in the morning, only in the late afternoons. Richie… What a fucking asshole. He talked too much. Too goddamn much. 

Walking inside the house, Eddie had expected the living room lights to still be off, as he wasn’t holding his breath for anyone to be awake yet. Surprise, surprise, when Eddie entered, he saw Bill sitting on the couch with his laptop in his lap, looking focused on whatever it was on his screen. Strange… Bill was never up this early. If Eddie knew that he was awake he would’ve brought him home a coffee. 

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, dropping his keys on the long table in front of the front door, slipping off his shoes, “isn’t your class at ten?” 

“I fo-forgot to do my homework last night,” Bill answered, not taking his eyes off of his laptop screen, “w-why are you awake?”

Bill’s stutter was getting a lot better than it used to be when Eddie first met him almost five-years ago. Normally it got worse whenever he was anxious, sometimes the stutter slipped naturally. Apparently it was awful when he was a kid and made talking somewhat impossible to the point where Bill didn’t even want to open his mouth. Occasionally he went to a speech therapist, but Bill’s convinced it didn’t do too much.  

“I was up all night, I needed coffee.” 

“Did you go to Harvest without me? Fuck you.” Bill looked over at Eddie and flipped him off, Eddie returned it as he moved into the living room, plopping into the recliner chair that was deemed his chair. 

“The guy working was a dick though. Very loud,” Eddie started, rocking the chair with his feet, leaning back, his eyes suddenly feeling heavy. 

“You think everyone is a dick though…” 

Eddie didn’t say anything in response, he just hummed as he leaned the chair all the way back. He was just going to shut his eyes for just a minute. Well, it turned out there was no studying getting done before class this morning. 

[an-annyeoing-writer]

yandere!Baekhyun x Reader: like a fly in spider’s web.

Word count: ~6,3k Date of release: 24.04.2019 Warnings: abusive behaviour, (minor) violence, mentions of mental disorder;

｢You look pretty today. Repeat before maths today, the professor seems to be doing surprise tests in every class. Have a nice day, princess.｣

The notes left in your school locker managed to brighten up your every day. You smiled to yourself, pushing the small letter into your bag and taking out your own notebook. Ripping out a page, you took a pen and rested the paper against the locker’s door, writing.

｢You know I look pretty, but I still wonder how you yourself look like. Nonetheless, thank you for the advice. Have a nice day, prince.｣

You pushed the paper between the locker’s door, not fully, just enough to be able to take it out later. You didn’t know who your secret admirer was, but you were more than sure that he would take the note as soon as he saw it, and probably leave another one for you, too.

You were an average high school student. You didn’t consider yourself pretty, but if there was someone who did, you were grateful for that. In the school crowd, you felt lonely. But the person who, out of the whole crowd, seemed to pay you special attention, made it all somewhat better.

“F/n?”

You turned your head curiously at your name being spoken. Your classmate, Sonia, smiled nervously, the girl always seemed to be a bit awkward while speaking to you. Until now, you didn’t know why.

“Could we talk? I need to tell you something… Something I should have told you a while ago, actually” she admitted shyly.

You nodded, letting her take you elsewhere. The secret admirer had been, for the time being, forgotten.

* * *

“Do you think she likes her back?”

The question was spoken, making the tension arise around the three men sitting by the same table in the school cafeteria. To Jongdae and Minseok, the very moment Baekhyun’s eyes rested on the person far afar from them, making him completely forget their conversation’s topic, it was clear that it was the girl he liked.

This time though, he girl wasn’t either alone or in a large group of her classmates. No, she was with one person – a girl that, it was easy to say, had a crush on her.

“She doesn’t” Baekhyun announced simply, not tearing his eyes away from the female’s silhouette. She sat down with her lunch and rested her elbows on the table, playing with her hair while the other girl talked to her, which the three boys sitting at least twenty meters away obviously couldn’t hear.

“She may not, but are you sure she’ll decline?” Minseok said, tilting his head to the side. The three stared at the girl out of lack of anything better to do, knowing well enough that Baekhyun’s attention won’t be dragged away from her anytime soon. It was impossible to do, they accepted the fact months ago.

“Decline what?” Baekhyun’s voice was weirdly high-pitched when he reached for his juice, trying to land the straw in his mouth and poking his chin with it twice before starting to slurp the orange liquid.

“They gonna be datin’” Jongdae spoke simply, at which Baekhyun glared at him for a second before turning his gaze back to the girl.

“They're not” Baekhyun mumbled.

“They may” Minseok said truthfully and it was enough for Baekhyun to grumpily look away and then down at his plate.

“They’re not” he repeated. “She wouldn’t… She doesn’t even like her back.”

“Well unlike some, Sonia actually had the courage to go and talk to her. It already makes her one step ahead.”

“I… have talked to her!”

“The notes don’t count. And they’re creepy.” Jongdae crossed his arms, staring at his friend with a judging look on his face.

“She likes them!” Baekhyun protested himself right away. Minseok laughed, patting his back in a calming manner.

“Sorry to tell you that, but Dae is right. If you don’t do anything, you can only blame yourself if [F/n] and Sonia start dating.”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the two only spoke aloud the thoughts he so much tried to keep away from himself. But finally, he managed to accept them. And make the decision that it’s the right time to act.

* * *

“See you tomorrow” Sonia said with a sweet smile, waving her hand at you as she walked away from the lockers. The classes ended, but she didn’t have anything to leave in the locker so she only walked with you as the two of you continued your conversation. When you were almost by your locker, she decided it’s the right time to go her own way. And you were somewhat grateful for that.

You still weren’t sure how to proceed what you found out barely a few classes earlier. Even though you tried to stay calm, you just simply didn’t know what to do. Sonia said you can take all the time you wish to make your mind, and that even if the two of you were set for a date, it didn’t have to mean anything yet. But you didn’t even know if time was all you needed.

Should you tell her yes? Or decline? You’ve never dated anyone before. The girl was nice.

But for some reason, it didn’t feel right. Until the moment you opened your locker, you couldn’t even explain to yourself, why.

But then the note resting inside of the locker caught your attention and you recalled that, in fact, there already was someone whom you somewhat liked. Even if you didn’t know his face, you actually didn’t even know which classes he attended.

You knew that it’s a boy and that he’s at your age. You knew that he watched over you every day, spotting whenever you were stressed or feeling down. His messages were special. You felt closer to him with every passing day.

The note was surely not something you expected this time, though.

｢ Do you want to see me?｣

You looked at the note closely. At its bottom, there was a phone number. You didn’t expect it. After all these months of getting messages from him, was it so simple? Could you just text him? Or maybe make a call?

You hesitated, looking around to make sure no one was watching you.

Fortunately, everyone already packed their things and the corridor was empty. You took your phone and carefully typed in the phone number. You hoped so that he finished his classes already; there would be nothing more disappointing than him not answering the first call you were able to make.

After a few moments of hesitation and mental preparation, you finally pressed the green button. From your phone, the flat sound echoed, urging you to wait. You already started to lose hope, when the other finally answered the call.

“Hello?”

You were beyond surprised with the softness of the boy’s voice. You didn’t really know what to expect, but until now, you decided to just imagine the least attractive person possible, to not raise your hopes. After all, if he never talked to you directly, he must have been somewhat ashamed of himself, that’s what you assumed. But even not knowing his face, that one word was enough to make you figure that you were mistaken.

“Hello, is anyone there?” he spoke again and you realized you were just standing there, holding your breath, unable to answer. “Um, wait… [F/n]?”

Your breath hitched and he must have heard that, because a chuckle followed, making you feel weak in less than a second.

“You must be really nervous now, am I making you nervous?” he spoke after a moment. “I’m nervous too, to be honest… It’s been a while, I didn’t really plan this out too well…” You leaned against your locker, trying to calm down your racing heart. But you still didn’t trust yourself much enough to speak. There didn’t seem to be a need to, though, as the boy kept the line busy. “I must have startled you with that message, but I’m really happy you decided to call me…

Anyway, I know your classes just ended. I’m still in the parking lot, I could give you a drive home, if you'd like.”

You nodded, and it took you a short moment to realize that he couldn’t really see you right now.

“I-I uh… I-it’d be great” you finally stuttered out and wanted to slap yourself mentally for how awkward you felt. Not the best first interaction, really.

You could hear him chuckle again. You worried he’d tease you for how miserable you seemed, but nothing like that happened.

“Glad to hear you’re okay with it… Just go to the parking lot. I’ll be waiting for you by the entrance, I have a silver car, looks like any other but I’ll beep if you don’t see me. Hanging up for now. See you in a couple of minutes, princess” he said softly and hung up.

Your heart was still beating fast and the phone was still by your ear for the next twenty seconds at least. Finally, you let out a shaky breath and decided to get ready to leave.

* * *

There was almost no cars left in the parking lot. As soon as he noticed you from afar, he drove closer and stopped in front of the entrance, around ten meters from you. He knew that you can’t see him through the darkened glass of his windows, but he had a good view on the way you fidgeted with the edge of your blouse, hesitating for barely a second before stepping towards him.

You looked slightly less nervous than he supposed you were during the short talk you two had. Back then, you couldn’t even speak a word. Now, you at least could walk properly. He smiled to himself, enjoying the last moments of secrecy before the two of you would officially meet.

Finally, you reached the car. He could see your eyes lit up when you made out his silhouette behind the window’s surface. You grasped on the handle and opened the door, leaning down to finally see him.

Your eyes met and the two of you stared at each other for a few pleasantly long seconds, taking in each other’s faces from up close.

He was in awe. You were, too.

You were the one to break the silence.

“Um… Hi” you said, laughing shyly. “Can I…?”

“A-ah, sure, get in” he replied and you awkwardly sat down in the car, closing the door behind you. The sound of the door being locked echoed in the silence and you found yourself suddenly realizing just what kind of situation you put yourself in.

“What’s… What’s your name?” you asked, tilting your head to the side and looking at the other curiously. You could tell you knew his face, you may have attended a few classes together, but you didn’t remember, which ones exactly. How come out of all the people, he noticed you? The two of you never talked, you were not an active student who’d stand out even during classes. Your appearance? Nothing in comparison to some of your classmates. Your personality? You hid most of it in your phone’s screen, your interests never leaked out.

“Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun” he introduced himself, smiling at you and then looking forward when he slowly started the car. It seemed as though he wanted to give you all the time to look him up, considering he’s been doing that with you for the last few months.

“Ah, nice to meet you, I am…” He smirked and you mentally slapped yourself. “…Right, you know my name. But it’s… still nice to meet you” you said sheepishly. You finally glanced forward, at the way he was driving. “Won’t you… ask for my address? Thought we were going there?” you asked nervously.

“Ah, sorry” he smiled, sparing you a glance. “I actually thought we could hang out together a bit before I drive you home. Would you mind? I’d like to show you where I live, too.”

You fidgeted with your blouse again, seemingly growing more nervous.

“I… okay, I guess.”

Why did you agree? Something in your gut told you not to, but you found yourself willing to fight that feeling; as though stepping outside of your safe zone would help you open up, make your life at least slightly more interesting.

The way Baekhyun’s face beamed at your agreement only ensured you that you did the right thing.

“Ah, seatbelts” he suddenly pointed out and you were fast to comply. You completely forgot about these. On that, the conversation ended, exchanged with pleasant silence.

A few minutes later, you found yourself in front of a house. It seemed quite old, but average, with only one floor. The main gate opened and Baekhyun drove in, parking the car in front of the entry. He left the car and quickly rounded the vehicle, opening your door as well. You didn’t say anything, looking around curiously. The place seemed somewhat empty.

“You live here?”

“Yes, alone” he admitted. “My parents always worked far away so when I turned eighteen, they just stayed there, taking my sister there too. They pay the bills and I work in my free time, so I’m doing well without them here.”

“The house is huge though, doesn’t it feel lonely to be here all the time?” you asked. Spotting the concern on your face, he smiled warmly.

“It’s not that bad” he said. You followed silently as the two of you entered the house.

It looked nice, but Baekhyun didn’t seem to clean around here too much. It wasn’t messy, but the furniture was covered with dust except for the places he seemed to use often. A few pairs of shoes laid in front of the door, somewhat in chaos, and he quickly pushed them aside with his foot.

“S-sorry, I didn’t clean up, I didn’t think that… You know.”

You took your shoes off, placing your backpack on the floor next to his own, in the corridor. There was no reason to take it anywhere further; since there were only the two of you, its presence wouldn’t bother any housemates. The silence around was creepy at first, but you found yourself enjoying the comfort it gave. In this empty house, there was no one to trouble you, to judge you, to tell you to stay quiet. As soon as the speakers in Baekhyun’s room blasted out, the silence was obviously gone, but the feeling of privacy was not. The neighbors were too far away to hear the noise, even though the bass made the floor vibrate underneath your feet, but you didn’t mind.

Baekhyun quickly came back to you as you looked around the rooms some more.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked politely.

“It’s a nice house” you stated. “I mean, it may sound kinda dumb, but I mean it.”

He laughed softly.

“I’m glad to hear that. You want something to eat? The lunch was already a few hours ago, but I got yesterday’s pizza, if you’re okay with it.”

“Pizza! Sounds great.” You felt yourself salivate at the mere thought. In truth, you didn’t eat much in the canteen. You were too busy with Sonia.

“Come.”

The kitchen was bright and didn’t match the rest of the house in the slightest. It was minimalist and modern, unlike the old-fashioned corridors and the living room you had a peek of less than a minute ago.

You sat on the bar stool behind the U-shaped counter, while Baekhyun took the pizza from the fridge and put it in the microwave. Not the healthiest food, but who would care? You only hoped so that during his parents’ absence it’s not the only thing he consumed.

“Actually, why did you want us to meet today? Since you said you weren’t planning it before…” you asked curiously, watching as the boy got various things done around the kitchen, taking out the glasses and putting some older dishes in the sink.

“Hmm… Can’t you tell?” he asked absent-mindedly, not looking at you.

“I wouldn’t be asking, if I…” You hesitated and then your eyes widened at the sudden realization. “It’s because of Sonia?” He didn’t confirm, but didn’t deny it either. “Don’t tell me… Were you jealous?”

He glared at you, looking slightly offended, which only made you smirk. You knew you were right, and now, that you grew slightly more comfortable in his presence, you didn’t mind teasing him a little.

“Cute” you chuckled.

“Hey!” he glared at you again. “I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t want you to think I’m never going to do anything about it.”

“Hm… And would you? If Sonia never asked me out, would you want us to meet?”

He hesitated slightly, before leaning his back against the counter, stopping whatever he was doing at the moment.

“I wanted it for a while already” he admitted, somewhat avoiding your glance. “I just… wasn’t sure how to do it. But today, it kind of… blasted me off. I saw that she was fond of you for a while, but I didn’t think she’d dare to… be so open about this. Like… couldn’t she see you already have someone you like?” he mumbled grumpily and you found yourself growing nervous again.

“Well… I don’t think we’ve ever established that we like each other, have we?” you started carefully and Baekhyun finally looked back at you. In his eyes, you could see the strong insecurity he managed to hide until now, but which – as you realized – was there since the beginning.

But what could you say? You – in fact – liked him, but you weren’t sure if this much.

“I… When she asked me out, I agreed” you admitted. “We’re meeting tomorrow morning, since it’s Saturday” you said, looking away, unable to stand the pressure of his stare.

A painful silence hung between the two of you, until the microwave beeped, signalizing that the pizza was done. For the next few few seconds, no one moved even for an inch. Then Baekhyun pushed himself off the counter, going to the microwave and taking the pizza out.

“Orange juice or tea?” he asked, putting the pizza on two separate plates. His voice seemed as calm and carefree as usual, but you couldn’t get the unpleasant feeling off your head.

“Um… Juice will do.”

He placed the plates in front of you, sitting by the other edge of the counter and pulling the glasses towards yourselves. The juice was already standing on the counter and he poured it into the glasses carefully.

His hands were shaking, though. You could see it clearly from up close, but decided not to point it out.

“Thank you…” you whispered, sipping a bit of the juice and then turning your attention to the meal.

As the two of you ate, the silence was unsettling. The tension filling the air grew nothing but stronger. Some words urged to be spoken, yet you couldn’t find yourself actually saying them.

Once the plates were empty, you finished your juice and put the glass down.

“Um… Thank you for the dinner” you started carefully. “I think I should go home though, I shouldn’t-”

“I won’t let you” Baekhyun replied simply. “If you go home now, you’ll go with Sonia tomorrow. I can’t let that happen.”

His voice was calm, way too calm for your liking.

“You… know I wouldn’t stay for the night anyway” you said. “You can’t just force me not to go… She, I may… She’s really nice, and I want to give it a try” you stated. “I’m not saying I won’t give you a chance too, but… I don’t want to stand her up for no reason.”

“Then call her and tell her you can’t go.” The reply held a bit more emotion, but surprisingly, you found yourself growing more wary than relieved.

“I told you that I want to go” you said firmly. “Sorry, but I… I really think I should go.”

You jumped off the stool, stepping in the exit’s direction.

“N-no, wait… I’m sorry” the boy started, following you and quickly grasping your hand before you could go any further. You shivered, startled by the force with which he pulled you backwards. “Don’t go, please, don’t…”

“You can’t tell me to stay here, Baekhyun. I already made my mind about that” you stated. “I’m sorry, but you won’t tell me whether I should be seeing someone or not.”

Your words were final, at least that’s what you thought.

But the moment in which you wriggled your hand out of the other’s grasp was the last one you remembered.

* * *

Soft music ringed in Minseok’s pocket when he stared at the TV’s screen. The show was so boring he didn’t think twice before answering the call.

“Hello?”

“M-Minseok?”

“Baekhyun? What’s wrong?” He right away knew that something’s not quite okay. The other’s nervous voice betrayed him right away. When the boy started to stutter though, he couldn’t make out a single word. “H-hey, calm down first and tell me what’s going on. Just calm down.”

“O-okay.” It took him a few seconds to even out his breathing. Minseok waited patiently until the other spoke again. “I… I think I’ve hurt [F/n]. I don’t know… I don’t know what to do.”

“You… met with her? Did you said something bad? Is she mad at you?”

“N-no, I didn’t… She’s not… m-mad, she’s… Sh-she’s not moving, Minseok.” I think she’s unconscious, I don’t know what I did, I… P-please, I need your help.” With every word, he started to panic again. And Minseok had to admit, he started to grow fairly nervous too.

“What… did you do? Did the two of you fight? Baekhyun, is she breathing? You need to check if she’s breathing.”

“She- She is, she just, won’t move, I uh, what should I do, what if she won’t wake up, I-I didn’t want to…”

“You need to call the ambulance, Baekhyun” Minseok announced.

“N-no! They will take her, she can’t leave, you don’t understand, she cannot leave!” Baekhyun was almost yelling at this point.

Minseok didn’t know, what to do nor even what to say. But he was quite aware that his friend was not the one to act fully responsibly under the emotions’ influence. Why didn’t he want to call the ambulance, though? Was he afraid of being put in jail for hurting her? Minseok could understand this reasoning, but he still didn’t appreciate it. Yet, he was in no place to argue. Baekhyun was already upset as he was, risking him getting even more unstable was the worst thing to happen. Who knew, how would he behave.

“Are you at your place now? I can come over and we’ll figure something out.”

“Y-yes, I’m here… Come, I don’t know what to do…”

“Okay. But please, consider calling the ambulance. I’ll be there soon.”

* * *

The world around you was a blur for a good few minutes, even when you blinked, trying to make out your surroundings. You shifted slightly, but something restrained you from moving as you pleased; you didn’t give it much thought, deciding to just rest in your place for some time, to let your senses come back to you.

There was dull pain on the side of your head; not too strong, but quite bothersome. For a moment, it urged you to think that maybe falling back asleep would be a good idea, but then the memories of what happened started slowly finding their way to your mind. You were at Baekhyun’s place? You two argued? You wanted to leave? He tried to stop you? That was it.

But where you were? Everything seemed confusing. You blinked rapidly, trying to get your eyes to accommodate faster.

“Baekhyun, it’s literally the worst thing you could do.”

“It’s the only thing I could do!”

The voices were coming from behind the door which you started to make out at that moment. Colors and shapes finally started to turn sharp and clear. The room was unknown to you, but it seemed to be an average teen’s room. The name you just heard was enough for you to figure out, whose room exactly it was.

But the worst thing was, that once you tried to rub the rest of the blur off your eyes, you realized that you’re simply unable to.

Your glance traveled to the handcuff connecting your wrist to the bed frame by your side. You sat up abruptly, regaining your senses instantly.

“If you aren’t going to let her go, then I will have to do that” the unknown voice spoke again. “What you’re doing isn’t right. She needs medical check-up. And you can’t just keep her tied to a bed, for God’s sake.” The boy’s voice was relatively calm, but you could sense the nervousness he tried to suppress.

You only prayed so that the other would listen to him. You had no idea what was going on, but as much as you could figure out, you had been knocked out by no other than Baekhyun himself. And now – apparently – he was the person responsible for handcuffing you to his own bed.

The door’s knob moved and you braced yourself for the others’ presence. But before the door opened, a loud thud echoed and you jumped, startled at the sound. The door was closed again a moment later.

“You can’t do that! She needs to stay here!”

“Baekhyun, you’re going to get yourself in trouble… You’ve technically kidnapped her, if…”

“I-I didn’t kidnap her! I just…”

“Are you even listening to me? You can go to jail if she…”

“She won’t tell anyone! She won’t…”

“Why wouldn’t she? Because you’re going to keep her here? Listen, I…”

“If you don’t want to help me, then just leave!” Baekhyun’s voice erupted, startling you. “Just go! I don’t need your help!”

“Baekhyun, you need to…”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! Just leave!”

The next thing, steps echoed in the corridor.

Don’t go, please, you prayed silently. You felt your heart thump at the feeling of panic slowly creeping its way to your mind. Don’t leave, help me, please…

You didn’t let out a single noise. Maybe if you screamed for help, maybe if you prayed aloud, the boy wouldn’t listen and come here to rescue you.

But that didn’t happen. He just left. You were left alone.

Not entirely alone though, and the fact made you shake in fear.

A few minutes passed before the door finally moved again. Your fingers tightened on the bed covers as you stared, terrified, at the boy who finally emerged from the entrance.

“P-please, don’t hurt me…” the words escaped you even before you could think about it.

Baekhyun, who just appeared in the door frame, stared at you for a few seconds, confused.

“I… I won’t hurt you” he announced finally.

You watched as he closed the door behind him and slowly crept over to where you sat. You found yourself moving away from him, till your back hit the wall. The boy sat at the bed’s edge, watching you in silence for a moment.

“You don’t have to be scared” he finally said, his voice stern, but somewhat pitiful. “You’re safe here. I won’t hurt you.”

“Y-you already have…” you noticed. Your voice trembled, way more than you’d like it to.

“I-I know. And I’m sorry. It won’t happen again” he said quickly, placing a hand over his heart.

“Then take them off!” You raised your hand by those few inches the handcuffs would allow you to.

The boy bit on his lip, and you could see him struggling internally.

“O-okay. I will. But I need you to stay where you are. Just promise me you won’t run away once I take them off, okay?”

You nodded rapidly. Anything to feel less threatened.

He slowly shuffled closer to you and you forced yourself to stay in place. From his jeans’ pocket, he pulled out a small key. His hand took yours gently, massaging its surface in a calming manner. It didn’t calm you down you in the slightest, though. It felt unfamiliar, the gentleness maybe somewhat pleasant, but not comforting at all.

His other hand moved to the cuff and unlocked it smoothly, letting the metal restraint fall off the bed. You quickly pulled your hand out of his grasp, massaging its wrist with the other.

Baekhyun sighed quietly, moving slightly to the side and at that moment you knew this was your chance.

You jumped off the bed and took off to the door. You were advantageous for barely a few seconds, before your head spinning suddenly made you stumble. The moment of hesitation was enough for the other to catch your arm and pull backwards abruptly.

“L-let go!” you screamed, but the boy’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist. Your attempts to struggle turned futile. Your strengths quickly left you, the headache returning with full force; finally, your knees gave up underneath you.

However, Baekhyun never let you fall. His grasp on you was tight, not enough to hurt you, but surely enough to ensure you wouldn’t go anywhere.

Tears filled your eyes once again, helpless and desperate.

“P-please, let go…” you whimpered. You felt yourself being lowered to the ground and Baekhyun sat behind you. His both arms wrapped around you in a comforting manner; his breath hit your neck, making you flinch, but with the way his fingers circled your arms you felt yourself grow more tired with every second.

You were tired, both physically and mentally.

“Shh, you’re safe. Just breathe, I won’t hurt you.”

You nodded absentmindedly. Your breathing started to even out.

You didn’t even realize you started to accept this reality. You couldn’t leave. Not now. He was too strong physically and too watchful with you.

“[F/n]. I need to tie you to the bed again, but don’t worry, I won’t leave you here alone” he said in a gentle voice, as though he was preparing you for something unpleasant, yet necessary. In his eyes, it probably was like this – having to keep you locked wouldn’t be good for either of you, but he had no other choice. If only you didn’t make him go this far. If only you just listened to him. You wouldn’t even have to stay here…

If only you listened to him.

“If only you listened to me…”

And just as you were about to nod again, in distance, police sirens echoed suddenly, making your head snap up towards the window. Baekhyun didn’t seem too bothered by it at first, as though he didn’t even consider that the police could be coming after him.

Only when the sound stopped in front of his house, has he released you and finally stood up. You didn’t flinch, watching as he came closer to the window. He seemed agitated.

He jumped to the side abruptly, when strong lights hit the windows, brightening up the interiors.

“What the…”

They knocked to the door and that was when you decided that once again, it’s your chance to make a run for your freedom.

The boy was next to you in less than a second, shoving the door closed in front of your face before you could even reach the corridor. You let out a quiet whimper.

“I-I won’t let you. I won’t let them take you. You’re staying here.”

The knocking echoed again, louder.

“I-it’s over, Baekhyun. You need to let me go” you whispered shakily.

“No. I love you.”

“What…?”

His hand grasped your wrist and he stepped into the corridor, pulling you behind him.

“Police, open the door!” the voice was slightly muffled by the door’s surface, but clear enough for you to hear.

Baekhyun’s grasp on your wrist tightened when he pulled you towards the exit at the other end of the corridor. But at that moment, you let out a scream. Just a simple scream for help, and it was enough for the police to decide to hit the door with such force that it had been torn open. Not a second later, two sets of guns were pointed at the boy and the men yelled at him to raise his hands up and release you.

The yells of the men mixed with Baekhyun’s pleas, echoing in your head. Colors blurred slightly when you felt yourself being torn away from him and pulled outside. Another scream rung behind you, but you couldn’t make out the words. 

You only wanted them to take you home. Or anywhere else, far away from this nightmare.

Someone led you to a car, and warmth of a blanket surrounded you in the next moment. That was the moment when emotions started to leak out of you, and everything became one, chaotic mix of words, events and people.

* * *

A few days later, after a few interrogations, panic attacks and sleepless nights, someone finally decided to pay you a visit at your home, where you spent almost all your time, refusing to even attend the school, which no one could really blame you for.

This person was Kim Minseok, a boy you didn’t recognize at first, but who introduced himself as Baekhyun’s friend. His voice didn’t sound familiar, but you quickly found out that he was the person whom you heard trying to talk some sense into Baekhyun’s delusional head.

He didn’t leave you, as you found out. On that day, he was the one who called police, and as he was a policeman’s relative, they were quick to believe him and take action.

Maybe he shouldn’t have left you there alone, he would say. Maybe he should have stayed before you’d manage to get scarred mentally by the fear you experienced, all alone with that sick person. You wouldn’t reply, listening to him, even later, when the topic went to Baekhyun’s past.

Minseok shared with you that Baekhyun spent most of his life alone, unable to count on his parents’ guide through youth. What he once believed, would never get verified by someone else, and as a result, the boy tended to fall easily into believing his own delusions. As though he perceived everything through the glasses of his own ideas, Minseok would compare.

He was lonely, even around other people, always craving for something only his imagination could guarantee.

You didn’t understand it fully, but you accepted it. You accepted every word of explanation, yet it was far from forgiving.

Because even though it was all over and in the past, you knew that there would be a scar on your mentality. One that you would be deemed to deal with for the rest of your life.

* * *

A year later

“Ah, Minseok! I didn’t know you’ll be here.”

“I had some spare time, so I thought I could give you a drive home. How’ve you been?”

The girl smiled widely. It’s been a few weeks since the last time they saw each other. In the past months, they became close friends. After all that happened, they needed each other – both of them.

[F/n] still didn’t get over the fact someone she once found adorable and friendly, was in fact obsessed with her.

Minseok still didn’t get over the fact he was the one responsible for putting his friend into a mental hospital.

It still was his friend, Minseok believed so. However, now he could only hope so that the treatment would make him a better, healthier person than he once was. It’s been rough months, but after the worst had passed, [F/n] found herself slowly standing on her own feet again. But she had to admit, she didn’t know where she would be if not the other’s support.

“I’m good. Better than ever, actually. Thank you.”

“Glad to hear that.”

They took off from the therapy center’s building and to the boy’s car.

This time, she knew that she would be taken where she wished. Though she knew better than to get into strangers’ cars ever again, she trusted Minseok much enough to know that she was safe with him.

A boy staring at the two from the distance, in his own car, knew that too.

He waited patiently, watching the two from afar, not hurrying anything, letting them enjoy each other’s presence. It was his time to enjoy too, after being released from the mental hospital barely a week ago.

The time he spent there, faking his way to sanity, was like a dream, a nightmare. Being locked away as he was, he had a lot of time to think over what happened. To realize what he believed to be a relationship, was merely his imagination. To realize that the person he cherished deeply, never reciprocated his feelings to such extend.

To realize that to get what he wanted, he couldn’t depend on the others’ decisions.

The betrayal he felt long ago turned into indifference, any trust he had in his friends – gone long ago. He wasn’t going to attack any of them openly though, that’d be completely not his thing to do.

But he knew that, sooner or later, they’d let their guards down. And it’ll be a perfect time for him to get a pay back for what they’ve done. And, obviously, to get back what belonged to him.

Slowly re-building the web he already ruined once, he was making sure that, when the right time would come, the fly would be caught in it.

And this time, he would make sure it wouldn’t run away from him, ever.

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[beepbeeprichiellc]

Hey! If you could write anymore of the best friend’s brother au with Stan and Eddie as brothers I would love to read it!!!

Yes I can. Part One. 

Richie had never seen someone so pissed off in his life.

Sure there was that one time he had stolen Wentworth’s keys to take Betty Ripson to make out point, which ended with the loss of his virginity but even then there was a glimmer of knowing amusement in his father’s eyes when amidst the scorning. Now though-he knew that what honest and true annoyance looked like as Stan shot him the dirtiest look ever known to man. Mrs. Uris was cooing about having someone other than Mike over, practically fawning over the fact that Stan had more than one friend-not that the woman knew that Mike wasn’t exactly Stan’s ‘friend’-and asking him all about himself. Richie was in love with this, giving him something other than Stan’s annoyance to keep his attention.

Not that Eddie was giving Mrs. Uris a run for her money.

All he was doing was sitting there, in a school hodie and the same pair of sweats that had nearly given Richie an aneurysm earlier. Looking closer Richie realized that Eddie was an angel in disguise, his features soft and tangible, his voice like bells and every time he looked in Richie’s direction the air in the trashmouths lungs vanished. This was probably apparent to everyone except the parents, giving that Stan constantly growled out his answers and Eddie smirked when he did so.

“Yeah, my dad is a dentist and my mom stays at home. Although she has become quite a master of needle point here lately.”

“A dentist, that’s pretty neat.” Mrs. Uris replied, apparently fascinated with every word Richie spoke. “That must be why you are so polite, dentists always have polite kids.”

“How many dentist kids do you know there Andrea?” Mr. Uris asked, chuckling to himself. “Do you go around grading childrens politeness based on their parents occupation?”

Eddie snorted, nearly choking on his food in the process. “Sorry,” He sputtered out. “Went down the wrong tube.”

“Right,” Stan nipped, “And I’m Johnny Depp.”

“I didn’t know the Depp man was Jewish.” Richie playfully pointed out, earning a small chuckle from Eddie, causing the trashmouth’s heart to skip a beat. “You’d think they’d advertise that.”

“Anyways,” Mrs. Uris ushered, trying to keep her son form jumping from his chair and strangling Richie. “What are your hobbies Richie? Do you play any sports?”

“Oh god no.” He chuckled, earning an unimpressed look from Eddie. “I mean no offense but I’m not the most graceful person in the world.”

“I don’t know, have you ever seen Stan play any sport? It’s like watching a newborn calf walk.” Eddie laughed at his own joke, forcing Stan to toss his roll right into his chest. “Hey now, the truth hurts Stanley.”

“Now boys.” Mr. Uris warned, making both children halt their actions and mutter an apology under their breath. “Eddie her is on the track team at Saint Ann’s, they are expecting him to take state.” It was a brag, no doubt about it making Mr. Uris’s chest puff out and his wife smile. “Stan is set for an academic scholarship so both of the boys are looking at only the best colleges. A good extra curricular activity is good for you Richie, you should look into taking up something even if it’s like the chess team.”

“Richie is in the drama club.” Stan blurted, making Richie’s ears burn. “The president even, I think.”

“Wow.” Eddie whistled, coming to Richie’s defense. “That’s about as cool as Stan’s bird club.”

“Alright you know what Kasbrak?” Stan shot back, pointing his fork right at his brother. “If you wanna go there we can go there, remember that I have pictures of you with that stupid fanny pack on. Want me to bring those bad boys out?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Eddie hissed, narrowing his eyes.

Stan licked his lips. “Try me big boy.”

“Kasbrak?” Richie asked, the name sparking a memory in his brain. “Wait, are you related to Crazy Kaspbrak that lives down on 2nd?” The entire room went tense, making Richie realize his mistake immediately. The Uris’s became fascinated by their plates as Stan shoved his fork into Richie’s thigh. “Oh shit, I didn’t mean to-”

“I didn’t know Sonia had a nickname.” Eddie chuckled, his face twisting into an unreadable emotion. “Why didn't’ you tell me Stan?”

“It wasn’t something I thought you would be impressed with.” Stan quipped, staring down an already shrinking Richie. “It’s just a dumb name some kids gave her Eddie, no one thinks-”

“It’s fine.” Eddie cut, shaking his head. When his brother tried to speak again, he would have none of it. “Stan, it’s fine, really.” Looking at Richie he continued, “Sonia is my mother, although she’s nothing more than a birther to me.”

“Eddie…” Mr. Uris whispered softly, reaching out to his adoptive son but faltering when the phone began to ring from the kitchen. For a moment it looked like he was going to ignore it, but politeness won over as he pulled from the table and disappeared from the room. His voice still carried, the moment the person on the other line spoke, all politeness vanished. “I told you not to call here again.” Pause, “No, he doesn’t want to-”

Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes and excusing himself to go to Mr. Uris aid. His voice was much louder, much sharper and borderline pissy. “I told you not to call here again Sonia.” The name like venom to the dinner table. Stan looked sympathetic to Richie for the first time since his arrival, biting his lip and closing his eyes. “I don’t care what your therapist says, stop trying to contact me. You know what the judge said, I don’t have to put up with this bullshit anymore.” A very long pause, followed by. “Call here again and I’ll call the cops.” The slam of the phone caused everyone to flinch, their eyes advertising Eddie as he walked into the room.  Eddie cleared his throat, making the parents look up. “Can I please be excused from dinner? I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Eddie, are you okay?” Mrs. Uris soothed, her eyes soft and inviting.

“I’m fine.” He assured, “Just tired.”

“Alright.” She replied, obviously unconvinced. “Goodnight son.”

“Goodnight.” His eyes lifted once more to meet Richie’s and a shiver ran down the trasmouths spine, settling down at the pace of his hip making him buzz. Once gone conversation lagged until it was over, and Richie was relieved when he and Stan could go back to their homework, although Richie’s mind kept wandering to the room next to Stan’s, ACDC blaring form it’s walls.

It was well past midnight before Richie realized Stan had actually passed out sitting upright. His mouth hung open, a deep breath coming from his lips. It wasn’t that Richie wasn’t impressed-because he was-it was that he knew how pissed he was going to be when he woke so to make sure he didn’t kink up his neck too bad, Richie literally tucked him. Once that was done he picked up the books and paper, careful not to disturb other things that Stan himself had organized. With a need for a cigarette making him itch.

Knowing that he had to be sneay, Richie chose the backyard for his secret smoke, careful not to make a single creek aas he snuck out. It was a relief, feeling the nicotine touch his lungs and he thanked every deity for whoever invented the damn cancer sticks. It was calm out here, Derry was fast asleep as well as it’s residences. A sweet release that only a cool night could bring and an easy feeling that a good breath provided. Richie was at peace.

“You know those things kill right?”

Richie nearly jumped out of his skin, obviously not expecting the sudden voice. It was Eddie, sitting on the porch swing, silently swaying to and fro. How in the hell Richie hadn’t noticed him was beyond him but there he was, in all his angelic glory. “Fuck, I didn’t know anyone was awake. I’m not-uh-this isn’t-”

“Calm down, I don’t care that you smoke.” Eddie reassured, waving away Richie’s fear of being outed. “Did mean to scare you, sorry about that.” He didn’t sound one bit sorry, his smirk an indication of his amusement. “What are you doing up? Isn’t Stan’s bedtime like nine o’clock?”

Richie chuckled, “Yeah, he straight up passed out while writing. Not a night owl is he?”

“Never has been.” Eddie nodded, “Does have a tendency of waking up early though. It’s super annoying.”

“Hmm.” He hummed in response, taking in the last drag before flicking the bud onto the ground and stomping on it. “And what about you? What are you doing awake this late?”

“I don’t sleep much.” Eddie shrugged, crossing his legs. “Come out for fresh air when I’ve got a got alot on my my mind.”

“What what do you have on your pretty little mind Eds?” The nickname just slipped out, tumbling down his front before falling between them with no grace whatsoever. He thought about taking it back but it stuck with him, Eds. His Eds.

“That’s not my name.” Eddie corrected, rolling his eyes. “Eddie already is a nickname dumbass.”

“I like it.” He admitted. “And that’s not really an answer.”

Eddie sat there for a moment, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips. “I’ll tell you what,” He sange, standing from the swing and strolling towards where Richie stood. “I’ll tell you what’s on my mind if you take a walk with me.”

“A walk?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“Hmm.” Eddie passed by him, turning so that he was walking towards the gate backwards, his sparkling eyes inviting the trashmouth to join in the sins that the night held. “So it is.”

“Wait, what are you-”

“Come on Richie, where is your sense of fun?” Eddie playfully jested, licing his lips and pushing open the exit with his hip.

Richie knew Stan’s rule.

Knew what he had promised.

But those eyes, that smirk, it called to him in a way that couldn’t be ignored. It was an invitation, a sudden need to fulfill any of  Eddie’s request that made Richie want to run head first through that gate. Somewhere deep down he knew that it would only cause his best friend to scold him in the morning but that was hours away, which right at that moment felt like a century. There was no use in arguing, which is why Richie followed, his heart leading him out into the streets and into the unknown.

Eddie fucking Kaspbrak, Richie thought, you are going to be the death of me.

[yandereshit]

I DEMAND YANDERE BAEKHYUN HOT AS HELL BETTER JEALOUS!!!! AND I DEMAND HIM NOW!!! LISTEN TO ME STUBBORN WOMAN OR I REMIND YOU ABOUT YOUR PLACE THROUGH KAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Listen, I will SUE you for not telling me bt your BD sooner so WANT IT OR NOT, I WASN’T PROUD OF THE SECOND HALF OF THIS SO I’M POSTING ONLY THE FIRST PART AND U GOTTA WAIT till your next birthday FOR THE REST.

IT’S COMPLETELY NOT WHAT YOU PROLLY EXPECTED WHICH I APOLOGIZE FOR, BUT I DIDN’T HAVE IDEAS FOR ANYTHING ELSE I LITERALLY WROTE WHAT I COULD. DON’T BLAME ME.

ALSO, YOU’RE ANNOYING AS FUCK. JUST SAYING.

yandere!Baekhyun x Reader: like a fly in spider’s web. [part ½]

Warning! As the title says, it’s yandere!AU. Put any yandere warnings possible here and just don’t read if ur not okay with that. I mean this part is still soft, but it gets better with time.

｢You look pretty today. Repeat before maths today, the professor seems to be doing surprise tests in every class. Have a nice day, princess.｣ 

The notes left in your school locker managed to brighten up your every day. You smiled to yourself, pushing the small letter into your bag and taking out your own notebook. Ripping out a page, you took a pen and rested the paper against the locker’s door, writing.

｢You know I look pretty, but I still wonder how you yourself look like. Nonetheless, thank you for the advice. Have a nice day, prince.｣ 

You pushed the paper between the locker’s door, not fully, just enough to be able to take it out later. You didn’t know who your secret admirer was, but you were more than sure that he would take the note as soon as he saw it, and probably leave another one for you, too. 

You were an average high school student. You didn’t consider yourself pretty, but if there was someone who did, you were grateful for that. In the school crowd, you felt lonely. But the person who, out of the whole crowd, seemed to pay you special attention, made it all somewhat better. 

“F/n?” 

You turned your head curiously at your name being spoken. Your classmate, Sonia, smiled nervously, the girl always seemed to be a bit awkward while speaking to you. Until now, you didn’t know why.

“Could we talk? I need to tell you something… Something I should have told you a while ago, actually” she admitted shyly. 

You nodded, letting her take you elsewhere. The secret admirer had been, for the time being, forgotten.

* * *

“Do you think she likes her back?” 

The question was spoken, making the tension arise around the three men sitting by the same table in the school cafeteria. To Chen and Minseok, the very moment Baekhyun’s eyes rested on the person far afar from them, making him completely forget their conversation’s topic, it was clear that it was the girl he liked.

This time though, he girl wasn’t either alone or in a large group of her classmates. No, she was with one person – a girl that, it was easy to say, had a crush on her.

“She doesn’t” Baekhyun announced simply, not tearing his eyes away from the female’s silhouette. She sat down with her lunch and rested her elbows on the table, playing with her hair while the other girl talked to her, which the three boys sitting at least twenty meters away obviously couldn’t hear.

“She may not, but are you sure she’ll decline?” Minseok said, tilting his head to the side. The three stared at the girl out of lack of anything better to do, knowing well enough that Baekhyun’s attention won’t be dragged away from her anytime soon. It was impossible to do, they accepted the fact months ago.

“Decline what?” Baekhyun’s voice was weirdly high-pitched when he reached for his juice, trying to land the straw in his mouth and poking his chin with it twice before starting to slurp the orange liquid.

“They gonna be datin’” Chen spoke simply, at which Baekhyun glared at him for a second before turning his gaze back to the girl.

“They aren’t” Baekhyun mumbled.

“They may” Minseok said truthfully and it was enough for Baekhyun to grumpily look away and then down at his plate. 

“They aren’t” he repeated. “She wouldn’t… She doesn’t even like her back.”

“Well unlike some, Sonia actually had the courage to go and talk to her. It already makes her be one step ahead.”

“I… have talked to her!”

“The notes don’t count. And they’re creepy.” Chen crossed his arms, staring at his friend with a judging look on his face.

“She likes them!” Baekhyun protected himself right away. Minseok laughed, patting his back in a calming manner.

“Sorry to tell you that, but Chen is right. If you don’t do anything, you can only blame yourself if [F/n] and Sonia start to date.”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the two only spoke aloud the thoughts he so much tried to keep away from himself. But finally, he managed to accept them. And make the decision that it’s the right time to act.

* * *

“See you tomorrow” Sonia said with a sweet smile, waving her hand at you as she walked away from the lockers. The classes ended, but she didn’t have anything to leave in the locker so she only walked with you as the two of you continued your conversation. When you were almost by your locker, she decided it’s the right time to go her own way. And you were somewhat grateful for that.

You still weren’t sure how to proceed what you found out barely a few classes earlier. Even though you tried to stay calm, you just simply didn’t know what to do. Sonia said you can take all the time you wish to make your mind, and that even if the two of you were set for a date, it didn’t have to mean anything yet. But you didn’t even know if time was all you needed.

Should you tell her yes? Or decline? You’ve never dated anyone before. The girl was nice.

But for some reason, it didn’t feel right. Until the moment you opened your locker, you couldn’t even explain to yourself, why.

But then the note resting inside of the locker caught your attention and you recalled that, in fact, there already was someone whom you somewhat liked.

Even if you didn’t know his face, you actually didn’t even know which classes he attended.

You knew that it’s a boy and that he’s at your age. You knew that he watched over you every day, spotting whenever you were stressed or feeling down. His messages were special. You felt closer to him with every passing day.

The note was surely not something you expected this time, though.

｢ Do you want to see me?｣ 

You looked at the note closely. At its bottom, there was a phone number. You didn’t expect it. After all these months of getting messages from him, was it so simple? Could you just text him? Or maybe make a call?

You hesitated, looking around to make sure no one was watching you. Fortunately, everyone already packed their things and the corridor was empty.

You took your phone and carefully typed in the phone number. You hoped so that he finished his classes already; there would be nothing more disappointing than him not answering the first call you were able to make.

After a few moments of hesitation and mental preparation, you finally pressed the green button. From your phone, the flat sound echoed, urging you to wait.

You already started to lose hope, when the other finally answered the call.

“Hello?” 

You were beyond surprised with the softness of the boy’s voice. You didn’t really know what to expect, but until now, you decided to just imagine the least attractive person possible, to not raise your hopes. After all, if he never talked to you directly, he must have been somewhat ashamed of himself, that’s what you assumed. But even not knowing his face, that one word was enough to make you figure that you were mistaken. 

“Hello, is anyone there?” he spoke again and you realized you were just standing there, holding your breath, unable to answer. “Um, wait… [F/n]?” 

Your breath hitched and he must have heard that, because a chuckle followed, making you feel weak in less than a second.

“You must be really nervous now, am I making you nervous?” he spoke after a moment. “I’m nervous too, to be honest… It’s been a while, I didn’t really plan this out too well…” You leaned against your locker, trying to calm down your racing heart. But you still didn’t trust yourself much enough to speak. There didn’t seem to be a need to, though, as the boy kept the line busy. “I must have startled you with that message, but I’m really happy you decided to call me… Anyway, I know your classes just ended. I’m still in the parking lot, I could give you a drive home, if you don’t mind.”

You nodded, and it took you a short moment to realize that he couldn’t really see you right now.

“I-I uh… I-it’d be great” you finally stuttered out and wanted to slap yourself mentally for how awkward you felt. Not the best first interaction, really.

You could hear him chuckle again. You worried he’d tease you for how miserable you seemed, but nothing like that happened.

“Glad to hear you’re okay with it… Just go to the parking lot. I’ll be waiting for you by the entrance, I have a silver car, looks like any other but I’ll beep if you don’t see me. Hanging up for now. See you in a couple of minutes, princess” he said softly and hung up.

Your heart was still beating fast and the phone was still by your ear for the next twenty seconds at least. Finally, you let out a shaky breath and decided to get ready to leave.

* * *

There was almost no cars left in the parking lot. As soon as he noticed you from afar, he drove closer and stopped in front of the entrance, around ten meters from you. He knew that you can’t see him through the darkened glass of his windows, but he had a good view on the way you fidgeted with the edge of your blouse, hesitating for barely a second before stepping towards him. 

You looked slightly less nervous than he supposed you were during the short talk you two had. Back then, you couldn’t even speak a word. Now, you at least could walk properly. He smiled to himself, enjoying the last moments of secrecy before the two of you would officially meet.

Finally, you reached the car. He could see your eyes lit up when you made out his silhouette behind the window’s surface. You grasped on the handle and opened the door, leaning down to finally see him.

Your eyes met and the two of you stared at each other for a few pleasantly long seconds, taking in each other’s faces from up close.

He was in awe. You were, too.

You were the one to break the silence.

“Um… Hi” you said, laughing shyly. “Can I…?”

“A-ah, sure, get in” he replied and you awkwardly sat down in the car, closing the door behind you. The sound of the door being locked echoed in the silence and you found yourself suddenly realizing just what kind of situation you put yourself in.

“What’s… What’s your name?” you asked, tilting your head to the side and looking at the other curiously. You could tell you knew his face, you may have attended a few classes together, but you didn’t remember, which ones exactly. How come out of all the people, he noticed you? The two of you never talked, you were not an active student who’d stand out even during classes. Your appearance? Nothing in comparison to some of your classmates. Your personality? You hid most of it in your phone’s screen, your interests never leaked out.

“Baekhyun. Byun Baekhyun” he introduced himself, smiling at you and then looking forward when he slowly started the car. It seemed as though he wanted to give you all the time to look him up, considering he’s been doing that with you for the last few months.

“Ah, nice to meet you, I am…” He smirked and you mentally slapped yourself.

“…Right, you know my name. But it’s… still nice to meet you” you said sheepishly. You finally glanced forward, at the way he was driving. “Won’t you… ask for my address? Thought we were going there?” you asked nervously.

“Ah, sorry” he smiled, sparing you a glance. “I actually thought we could hang out together a bit before I drive you home. Would you mind? I’d like to show you where I live, too.”

You fidgeted with your blouse again, seemingly growing more nervous.

“I… okay, I guess.”

Why did you agree? Something in your gut told you not to, but you found yourself willing to fight that feeling; as though stepping outside of your safe zone would help you open up, make your life at least slightly more interesting.

The way Baekhyun’s face beamed at your agreement only ensured you that you did the right thing.

“Ah, seatbelts” he suddenly pointed out and you were fast to comply. You completely forgot about these. On that, the conversation ended, exchanged with pleasant silence. 

A few minutes later, you found yourself in front of a house. It seemed quite old, but average, with only one floor. The main gate opened and Baekhyun drove in, parking the car in front of the entry. He left the car and quickly rounded the vehicle, opening your door as well. You didn’t say anything, looking around curiously. The place seemed somewhat empty.

“You live here?”

“Yes, alone” he admitted. “My parents always worked far away so when I turned eighteen, they just stayed there, taking my sister there too. They pay the bills and I work in my free time, so I’m doing well without them here.”

“The house is huge though, doesn’t it feel lonely to be here all the time?” you asked. Spotting the concern on your face, he smiled warmly.

“It’s not that bad” he said. You followed silently as the two of you entered the house.

It looked nice, but Baekhyun didn’t seem to clean around here too much. It wasn’t messy, but the furniture was covered with dust except for the places he seemed to use often. A few pairs of shoes laid in front of the door, somewhat in chaos, and he quickly pushed them aside with his foot.

“S-sorry, I didn’t clean up, I didn’t think that… You know.”

You took your shoes off, placing your backpack on the floor next to his own, in the corridor. There was no reason to take it anywhere further; since there were only the two of you, its presence wouldn’t bother any housemates. The silence around was creepy at first, but you found yourself enjoying the comfort it gave. In this empty house, there was no one to trouble you, to judge you, to tell you to stay quiet. As soon as the speakers in Baekhyun’s room blasted out, the silence was obviously gone, but the feeling of privacy was not. The neighbours were too far away to hear the noise, even though the bass made the floor vibrate underneath your feet, but you didn’t mind. 

Baekhyun quickly came back to you as you looked around the rooms some more.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked politely.

“It’s a nice house” you stated. “I mean, it may sound kinda dumb, but I mean it.”He laughed softly.

“I’m glad to hear that. You want something to eat? The lunch was already a few hours ago, but I got yesterday’s pizza, if you’re okay with it.”

“Pizza! Sounds great.” You felt yourself salivate at the mere thought. In truth, you didn’t eat much in the canteen. You were too busy with Sonia. 

“Come.”

The kitchen was bright and didn’t match the rest of the house in the slightest. It was minimalistic and modern, unlike the old-fashioned corridors and the living room you had a peek of less than a minute ago.

You sat on the bar stool behind the U-shaped counter, while Baekhyun took the pizza from the fridge and put it in the microwave. Not the healthiest food, but who would care? You only hoped so that during his parents’ absence it’s not the only thing he consumed.

“Actually, why did you want us to meet today? Since you weren’t planning it before…” you asked curiously, watching as the boy got various things done around the kitchen, taking out the glasses and putting some older dishes in the sink.

“Hmm… Can’t you tell?” he asked absent-mindedly, not looking at you.

“I wouldn’t be asking, if I…” You hesitated and then your eyes widened at the sudden realization. “It’s because of Sonia?” He didn’t confirm, but didn’t deny it either. “Don’t tell me… Were you jealous?”

He glared at you, looking slightly offended, which only made you smirk. You knew you were right, and now, that you grew slightly more comfortable in his presence, you didn’t mind teasing him a little.

“Cute” you chuckled.

“Hey!” he glared at you again. “I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t want you to think I’m never going to do anything about it.”

“Hm… And would you? If Sonia never asked me out, would you want us to meet?”

He hesitated slightly, before leaning his back against the counter, stopping whatever he was doing at the moment.

“I wanted it for a while already” he admitted, somewhat avoiding your glance. “I just… wasn’t sure how to do it. But today, it kind of… blasted me off. I saw that she was fond of you for a while, but I didn’t think she’d dare to… be so open about this. Like… couldn’t she see you already have someone you like?” he mumbled grumpily and you found yourself growing nervous again.

“Well… I don’t think we’ve ever established that we like each other, have we?” you started carefully and Baekhyun finally looked back at you. In his eyes, you could see the strong insecurity he managed to hide until now, but which – as you realized – was there since the beginning. 

But what could you say? You – in fact – liked him, but you weren’t sure if this much.

“I… When she asked me out, I agreed” you admitted. “We’re meeting tomorrow morning, since it’s Saturday” you said, looking away, unable to stand the pressure of his stare.

A painful silence hung between the two of you, until the microwave beeped, signalizing that the pizza was done. For the next few few seconds, no one moved even for an inch. Then Baekhyun pushed himself off the counter, going to the microwave and taking the pizza out.

“Orange juice or tea?” he asked, putting the pizza on two separate plates. His voice seemed as calm and carefree as usual, but you couldn’t get the unpleasant feeling off your head.

“Um… Juice will do.”

He placed the plates in front of you, sitting by the other edge of the counter and pulling the glasses towards yourselves. The juice was already standing on the counter and he poured it into the glasses carefully. 

His hands were shaking, though. You could see it clearly from up close, but decided not to point it out.

“Thank you…” you whispered, sipping a bit of the juice and then turning your attention to the meal.

As the two of you ate, the silence was unsettling. The tension filling the air grew nothing but stronger. Some words urged to be spoken, yet you couldn’t find yourself actually saying them. 

Once the plates were empty, you finished your juice and put the glass down.

“Um… Thank you for the dinner” you started carefully. “I think I should go home though, I shouldn’t-”

“I won’t let you” Baekhyun replied simply. “If you go home now, you’ll go with Sonia tomorrow. I can’t let that happen.”

His voice was calm, way too calm for your liking. 

“You… know I wouldn’t stay for the night anyway” you said. “You can’t just force me not to go… She, I may… She’s really nice, and I want to give it a try” you stated. “I’m not saying I won’t give you a chance too, but… I don’t want to stand her up for no reason.”

“Then call her and tell her you can’t go.” The reply held a bit more emotion, but surprisingly, you found yourself growing more wary than relieved. 

“I told you that I want to go” you said firmly. “Sorry, but I… I really think I should go.”

You jumped off the stool, stepping in the exit’s direction.

“N-no, wait… I’m sorry” the boy started, following you and quickly grasping your hand before you could go any further. You shivered, startled by the force with which he pulled you backwards. “Don’t go, please, don’t…”

“You can’t tell me to stay here, Baekhyun. I already made my mind about that” you stated. “I’m sorry, but you won’t tell me whether I should be seeing someone or not.”

Your words were final, at least that’s what you thought.

But the moment in which you wriggled your hand out of the other’s grasp was the last one you remembered.

* * *

Soft music ringed in Minseok’s pocket when he stared at the TV’s screen. The show was so boring he didn’t think twice before answering the call. 

“Hello?”

“M-Minseok?”

“Baekhyun? What’s wrong?” He right away knew that something’s not quite okay. The other’s nervous voice betrayed him right away. When the boy started to stutter though, he couldn’t make out a single word. “H-hey, calm down first and tell me what’s going on. Just calm down.”

“O-okay.” It took him a few seconds to even out his breathing. Minseok waited patiently until the other spoke again. “I… I think I’ve hurt [F/n]. I don’t know… I don’t know what to do.”

“You… met with her? Did you said something bad? Is she mad at you?”

“N-no, I didn’t… She’s not… m-mad, she’s… Sh-she’s not moving, Minseok.”

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^ full fic there uwu