#theater au

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Sun is a serial daydreamer in the Readerbot au. It’s just a fact I don’t make the rules

[kitnootkat]

Tick Tick Boom... Camellia flowers ;; Desire, Passion, Polish, and Perfection

hq masterlist ; ...........

"For the record, this is self-destructive. For the record, I'm aware of that. For the record I've been picturing her body... draped over the sofa wearing nothing but her hat." - For the Record (36 Questions)

What is the definition of love? Both Kenma Kozume and you have been trying to figure that out for years. Because, well, how do you know if your feelings are desire, love, or just a crush? After a lost bet during a party in second year, you and your friends have been roped into performing a play to save your colleges dying theater program. Somehow you've gained the role of the the female lead while he has been put on lights. Will either of you figure out an answer to your question?

pairing : tech!kenma x actor!reader status : on going! taglist : open here ! -> starring : @fiannee @lcvemiyuki @walllflowerrrsss @theweirdfloatything @reds-mp3 @cannibalsrider @cryptictheseus @allyeen @yuminako @oyasumeii @bi-bi-papillon @rinheartshyunlix @nstosmmr @kagtobis @Intergalacticrory @causenessus @lyradia @lemurzsquad @from-mae @whykirbo @chizunata @just-coreee @kazunish

WARNING WARNING !! : language, mature, college/uni au, alcohol, implied 18+ activities, grammar mistakes, mental health mentions, spoilers probs, a lot of references, first smau be nice, childhood friends to lovers, misunderstandings.

Casting call ! : Gossip Roomies | Walk Em Like a Dog | Other Table Of Contents :

Prologue : the party Act i. -> Scene i. : the start of something new -> Scene ii. : bop to the top -> Scene iii. : what the world needs Act ii. -> Scene i. : Omigod you guys ! / girl shut up -> Scene ii. How far i'll go / Moana is NOT a disney princess -> Scene iii. Better Hold Tight / pack it up reki Act iii. Act iv.

[stellocchia]

I can't stop thinking about an AU I created a good while ago where, a while after escaping with Color, Killer joins a theater group in the Omega Timeline. Color goes over to keep him company and keep him stable at the start, but, eventually, buddy's okay there by himself.

Anyway, I remember that the group consisted of a few different characters from various different universes (there was an Asgore, a Mettaton, an Undyne, a Flowey, a Gaster, and a Chara in there) and they were all people who desperately needed a community because they left things on not so friendly terms with their universes.

And now I can't stop thinking about Killer bonding with this new Chara. He was wary of them at the start, and they were most of the reason why Color needed to stay. It didn't help that this Chara has quite a bit of blood on their hands and Killer can see it since he can see all their stats.

On their part, Chara also didn't trust Killer at first, and that's because he reeks of Player influence. See, Chara did their best to stop the player. They're a bit of a glitch, once they've amassed enough determination, they can take over someone's body. Usually, they took over their Sans to make his fight more unpredictable, but they also took over Asgore, Mettaton, Undyne, and Flowey before. The only one they cannot control is Frisk because the Player's determination is always stronger than theirs. (Honestly, I should nickname them Hopper for the amount of body hopping they do...)

They both do their best to ignore each other at the start, but in such a small crew, it's really not easy. Gaster, who is directing this whole thing, also doesn't make it easy for them, as he starts pairing them up for improv exercises after a while, which turns out being both a curse and a blessing, because they do end up getting along (once they get talking it doesn't take long for them to figure out that they're messed up in very similar ways), but they're also both little chaotic menaces with quite a bit of trauma.

For Killer, it definitely helps that Hopper is older than his Chara to start separating them in his mind. And for Hopper it helps to learn that Killer's Player is well and truly gone and they won't have to be forced to fight again.

I like to think that, after a while, it comes out that Hopper has been living by themselves. Killer doesn't feel parental toward them, I don't think he'd ever be capable of that, but he does start feeling like an older brother. So it goes without saying that he begs Color to let Hopper stay with them that same day when he goes to pick him up. Color, ever the softie, especially when kids are involved, agrees (Delta now has two knife-wielding menaces to worry about when he visits his bestie. Someone help that poor man).

Also, one cool thing about these two is that Hopper absorbs determination from their surroundings constantly as that is both what keeps them corporeal as well as their only defense mechanism in case they're attacked (they have no magic of their own at all, the only way for them to fight is possess other people). Meaning that Killer struggles less with the effects of excess determination when he's around them because they consume that. It's a nice deal for both of them.

Also, thinking of Hopper talking and bonding with Color's human souls and Beta because they can see them all and interact with them as they are still a dead child at the end of the day. Semi-corporeal body or not.

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: theater || modern au || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 680

The theater was supposed to be empty at night. Sirius's whole brilliant plan for their first prank of the year was based on this, no one cares about an empty theater at night, so sneaking in and replacing a couple of audio recordings would be the easiest thing to do, and the coin toss put the job on James's shoulders.

So James is surprised when he enters the main hall through a side door and sees a row of small lights on along the stage. They are far from the floodlights, so the yellow light doesn't allow him to see much, but it underlines the movement of a couple of figures on stage. He takes a few tentative steps down the aisle, making sure he hasn't been spotted yet, and sinks into a seat in the third row.

The two figures on the stage from this distance have now become clearly shaped - a girl with long red hair, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and leggings, pulls her sock in an incredible balletic manner, folding her hands at her stomach, and then jumps up and down, moving her feet in the air; not far from her, a guy dressed in black with dark hair long enough to be pulled into a short, low ponytail stands and watches her every move.

“You need to relax that leg, don't focus on the foot, concentrate on your torso so you don't lose your posture,” the girl's voice comes.

“Mhmm,” the guy nods in response and takes the same stance himself, slowly extending his leg to the side, bending it, and extending it again.

The dim lighting outlines the boy's slender physique on the stage, and the darkness around him makes one forget about the large room and reduce it to a spot of light in front of the two figures. The boy's clothes are black and should blend in with the dark background, but James can still see the clear outline of his long, slender legs. Not that he knows much about ballet, but the stance looks perfect.

And then the boy jumps. Repeating the movements of the girl before him, he keeps his posture and arms in place, but moves his feet quickly and lands perfectly on the floor with a dull sound on the wood. James grips the handle of his chair, eyes unblinking, trying to process every moment of what he has just seen.

The girl's leap before was undeniably incredible, but there was something more to the boy. His longer neck, his more angular figure, or his steady expression - he looked as steady as a rock, but at the same time as light as a feather fluttering in a breeze.

“There, that was perfect!” the girl shouted with delight, immediately putting her hand on the boy's shoulder. “Now the next bunch?”

A slight smile spread across his face and he nodded, taking a step to the side and repeating another stance after the girl. On the count of 3, they moved together, quickly turning to face each other and reaching out to grab each other's hands and spin synchronized on the stage. James continued to watch in shock, no longer having time to process the individual movements, two bodies moving so quickly and in harmony, occasionally pressing against each other in this dance.

After only a minute of this duet, James lost track of time and wouldn't have even noticed the hours, but the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed with new notifications, and he realized why there is this stupid rule about turning off phones during performances. Fortunately, the vibration itself wasn't enough to attract attention and distract the two actors on stage from their duet, so James slipped out unnoticed the way he'd arrived, but he stopped short at the door and turned around.

From a distance, the two figures were again hard to recognize, they were still actively moving around the stage, holding hands, but now it wasn't some kind of choreography, instead the two were just jumping around each other, waving their intertwined hands with smiles.

OR that one au, where Regulus and Lily are the lead actors in uni's theater club. and James is just here

[girlfailure180]

I wrote a college au of the Nevermore characters so here are their majors

Lenore: creative writing

Annabel: acting

Duke: theater arts

Pluto: animal science

Prospero: medicine

Montressor: religion (also studying agriculture)

Morella: culinary

Ada: acting (copying Annabel)

Eulalie: paranormal science (also studying psychology)

Berenice: history of music

Will: english

[de-vee-l]

Finally finished full body design of my Chaos Terran OC

Meet

✨🔥RIOT🔥✨

She's an artistic girl

Wild and chaotic (duh, Chaos Terran)

Loves performing

Also loves wearing human clothes and accessories

Her alt-mode is Jackson's chameleon, so she can change colors, but most of the time sticks to white as she thinks it makes her look ethereal

Violent tendencies go brrrr

She will absolutely rip your face off if you even think about doing something to her family

So, in this AU two more Terrans were created before Aftermath and Spitfire. Unlike them though, they were adopted by a theater troupe that bothered to raise them.

[notlushi]

Day 25: Knife

I felt very theater AU Bunnydoll angst

I can never let them be happy also lore.

Tadc au Masterpost

[pandorapanther]

I got an amazing commission from @shandzii and i am absolutely obsessed look at how nice my trio came out! 100/10!

[millportisntreal]

surprise!! i posted another chapter of Needle and Thread which I did not abandon but rather it abandoned me until recently - hopefully it will be more generous now!

[thedeadparrot]

theater au does romeo and juliet

Takes place after all hearts in love use their own tongues, The Antwerp Queer Men's Shakespeare Society puts on a production of Romeo and Juliet. Tadej/Jonas, mostly. For @wtfanworkclassification TDF Stage 2: Actor AU.

Tadej closed his eyes, took a deep breath and reminded himself that he loved Romeo and Juliet. He loved having the chance to play Juliet. The role wasn't just about her youth or her passion. It was also about the clarity of her convictions. He was thrilled, honored to have won the part.

He just wished– well, he wished he and Jonas were on better terms right now, and he was in a better mindset to play a star-crossed lover. They weren't close to breaking up or anything that drastic. They had even moved in together after Midsummer. Tadej ditched his roommate, gotten cozy in Jonas' one-bedroom apartment, and gained partial custody of Jonas' cat. Their first few months together were blissful and perfect, full of shared meals, discussions of Shakespeare, cuddles on Jonas' lumpy, scratched-up couch. But then– Tadej knew what he was like. He needed attention and stimulation. Jonas, on the other hand, preferred things on the calmer and quieter side. He would much rather be reading by himself than trying to keep Tadej occupied all the time. It wore on Tadej to constantly have to ask, and it wore on Jonas to constantly have to provide. All of it made Tadej feel scraped raw and irritable, in no mood to pretend to fall in love.

"This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?" Mathieu sneered. They were rehearsing the big Capulet party today, blocking out where to fit all the various characters as they came in and out of the scene. "Now by the stock and honor of my kin, to strike him dead, I hold it not a sin." In theory, Mathieu's Tybalt was raging at the presence of Jonas' Romeo, but he only had eyes for Wout's Mercutio. Somehow, Mathieu had managed to convince the director to let him play Tybalt's anger as misplaced jealousy over Romeo's closeness with Mercutio instead. It was a transparent ploy on Mathieu's part. He just wanted an excuse to stare at Wout's butt on stage, despite his many, many opportunities to do so off stage. Tadej could respect the hustle.

Tadej tried not to glare at the third member of the Montague trio. None of this was Sepp's fault. Okay, maybe it was a little bit Sepp's fault. He was the one who brought his American friend to work day this past weekend. Said friend took one look at Jonas, developed a very obvious crush on Tadej's boyfriend, and then proceeded to monopolize all of Jonas' time while Tadej needed Jonas to keep him from accidentally breaking a finger with a hammer. (Okay, Tadej didn't get close to breaking any fingers, but it was the principle of the thing.) Tadej couldn't even be too resentful, because Matteo had been instrumental in helping them finish the final touches of the trench set. (This production was going to be World War I themed. As with most of the concepts envisioned by their director, Tadej had learned not to question it.) Still, it was impossible to stay mad at Sepp. He was just too nice. Even if he was friends with awful homewreckers.

The homewrecker was even in the audience of their rehearsal today, watching everything (mostly Jonas) with rapt attention from their crappy folding chairs. At the thought of Matteo, Tadej stood up straighter and took a deep breath. He would give Matteo something to watch alright. He was going to knock Matteo's socks off, and then Jonas couldn't get distracted by stupid ginger Americans anymore.

He focused on his own lines, tuning out as Nils, playing Lord Capulet, dressed down a sulky Mathieu. This was the big moment, the first meeting between the young lovers. Tadej had to nail it.

Before he knew it, Mathieu was slinking off stage like the Prince of Cats Tybalt was, and Jonas was right there in front of Tadej. Wout and Sepp had also exited the scene, leaving Jonas and Tadej alone center stage. Even though this was just the upstairs room of the youth center, under the same washed-out fluorescent lights they always were, Tadej's heart jumped into his throat.

Jonas' eyes were on him, eager and intent. Every bit of adoration was written across his face. Tadej knew that look. He saw it over morning breakfasts and after evening dinners. Jonas took Tadej's hand. Jonas had thin fingers. Tadej had always though of them as delicate. Jonas' Romeo was on the shier end of the spectrum. His voice was hesitant as he said, "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." His smile was small and tentative.

Tadej gave Jonas' hand a squeeze. "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. Which mannerly devotion shows in this," He grinned back at Jonas, using this moment to take Romeo's uncertainty and return it with Juliet's teasing flirtation. Traditionally, Juliet was played as sheltered, full of shyness herself as Romeo offered up a kiss to her. Tadej had no use for that. His Juliet knew what she wanted. He lifted Jonas' hand up so that he could press their palms together in full view of the audience (Matteo). "For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

Jonas' smile widened, creasing the lines around his mouth. "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" He swayed closer, and Tadej remembered their first kiss. It had happened in this very room. His heart fluttered in his chest double time, exactly the same as it did back then.

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer," Tadej said. He almost wanted to say screw the rest of the lines and lay one on Jonas right there.

Jonas twined their fingers together. His voice got a bit breathier, like maybe he was thinking the same thing. "O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." His eyes flicked to their hands, then back to Tadej's eyes. Tadej admired the gentle sweep of his eyelashes. That was one of the first things Tadej had noticed about Jonas when they had first met, when Jonas was still a quiet stagehand who always seemed to be lurking in Wout's shadow. He hadn't forgotten what it felt like, exactly, but this rush felt as new and as special as it did the first time.

Tadej said, "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." He shifted closer. Only one last line before the kiss. His eyes fluttered closed. His lips parted.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take," Jonas murmured, closing off the couplet. The director would probably give him notes to speak louder and enunciate more, but Tadej couldn't bring himself to care about that, not when he could hear the understated passion in Jonas' voice. It was a tone he usually only used when they were alone together, and even with their various cast and crew staring at them, they might as well be.

Jonas cupped Tadej's face as he brought their lips together. He kept the kiss light and sweet. It still stole the breath from his lungs.

After Jonas pulled back, he said, "Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."

Tadej blinked his eyes open and met Jonas' adoring gaze again. His annoyances with Jonas felt small and petty in the face of that, like maybe they had purged. Even when Matteo was regaling Jonas with tales of Idaho (a place Tadej refused to believe was real), Jonas had only looked politely interested. None of the focus he was giving Tadej now. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took," Tadej told him.

Jonas grinned, leaning in again. "Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

They kissed. This time, Tadej threw his arms around Jonas' shoulders, pulling him in closer and losing himself in the magic of the moment. They would get through this. Even though Tadej was annoyed at the moment, he could feel the truth of Jonas' feelings. The rest of it was just… logistics.

All too soon, Jonas pulled back again. Tadej licked his own lips, chasing the familiar taste of him. Tadej said, "You kiss by the book," and he shot Jonas one of his own small, secret smiles. Jonas returned it.

Behind him, Jasper made a loud, obnoxious throat-clearing noise. Tadej turned to face him. "Madam, your mother craves a word with you," he said. He was trying out different voices for the nurse, and all of them tended towards the high-pitched and screechy. Tadej loved the man, but he did not do subtlety well.

Tadej nodded at him and shifted to the side so the nurse and Romeo could have their conversation. He didn't even have to act to keep the love-sick smile plastered to his face.

After they finished off the scene, Tadej returned to the audience. The director rewound to the pre-party scene to give Wout some notes on Mercutio's Queen Mab speech and how he wanted it related to shell shock. After that, they'd do the balcony scene. The director had re-envisioned it to be partly in a Mark I tank, which had the set designer throwing a hissy fit about getting one built in time for opening.

Matteo stopped Tadej before he could find a seat. "Awesome job, dude," he said. His smile was wide and genuine. He held out a fist for Tadej to bump.

Tadej met his fist with his own. "Thank you." His smile back was just as genuine. Maybe the guy wasn't as bad as Tadej had thought. He had good taste in men, after all.

[kitnootkat]

Tick Tick Boom...

Prologue ; the party... ... Contents -> Next Scene

Stressed is not a word that you would like to describe yourself with but damn does it apply currently.

Usually, you would be absolutely ecstatic to go to one of your circles parties, but the pressure of your upcoming literature exam has been extremely heavy on you. Paired with the fact that your dad was planning to come visit the city for a few days plus then the whole other problem you’ve been trying to ignore surrounding one of your childhood friends. Yeah the stress has been bad.

Bad enough that all of your roommates could tell how much it was hitting you.

After seeing the notification about the party Kuroo is hosting, his first thought was that maybe the party could destress you a bit? After a small discussion in the dorm's kitchen, your roommates agreed to the best choice of action, Tsukishima hesitantly, to go to the party. This would be a good way to relieve stress! And drink alcohol! Win-win!

So here you are, wrist in Noya’s hand as he drags your group along the corridors to Kuroo’s and Bokuto’s room.

The moment that Kuroo opens the door for your little group, you make your way to the couch spotting Kenma. A small smile appears on your face, you’re faced with one of the reasons why you’re so stressed. Though, maybe the party really would make you feel better.

….

Of course though nothing will ever go right. Blame it on Suguru to tattle tale to a teacher! Fucking fun ruiner! “God” you think, you should get another drink. You’re on your- actually you’ve lost count- shot of soju and you’re leaning against Kenma as he plays with your sleeve.

As much as you’d like to focus on whatever is happening around you, the feelings of his fingers weaving through your hair feels so good you would sleep. Until you feel a finger poking your cheek and someone's hot breath against your ear.

“Don’t sleep yet, wait until Akaashi is done talking to Ukai”

And your only response to his words is a sigh as the chaos around you unfolds.

Notes !!

-> Ahh first smau post I hope it looks okay!! -> Kenma didn't actually dm Hinata Noya just trusted kuroo would make him go -> Unfortunately, Ukai was the teacher that Daishou grabbed and him, being too tired to think, decided the best thing to do was to defeat two birds with one stone. Punish these partying kids and deal with the dying theater program. -> get ready for a fun ride guys -> this series was actually supposed to be completely different but i kept changing my mind so there's two more smaus i have planned :3 taglist ;; @fiannee @lcvemiyuki

[stellocchia]

Continuing the trend of designing the various Theater AU characters with Killer:

After escaping Nightmare, Killer has been experimenting a lot with their clothing style, even going as far as to wear more impractical clothes (battle-wise) like heels and skirts. They've also been exploring more gnc ways of presenting as well since now they have the time to do so, and, hanging out with a whole bunch of theater kids, they are in the right setting to do so as well.

The only thing all their outfits have in common is that they're very covering. That's a personal headcanon for Killer, but I feel like he doesn't like feeling vulnerable, and revealing clothes give him that feeling. Basically, he's already stepping a bit out of his comfort zone not wearing gloves.

They make a lot of their own clothes, though Asgore helps. Especially at the start. They also make a lot of Color's and Hopper's clothes (at least after he and Hopper properly begin getting along)

Killer Sans by Rahafwabas

[teddy06]

Guys wake up the new au I'll never write just dropped

This one is kinda high concept so just hear me out

AU where the Les Amis are all various members of an acting troupe/college drama department/something of that nature with Jehan and Combeferre as co directors who decide that they really really want to do back to back productions of Hamlet and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead where they have the actors from one return as the same roles in the other

Enjolras and Grantaire (who are still very much in their hating each other stage) get cast as Rosencrantz and Guildenstern respectively despite both going all out for Hamlet

(I'm not sure as to who gets what for the rest of the roles other than that I was Fueilly as Hamlet, Eponine as Ophelia, and Jehan as The Player/The Player King (yes i know their already directing let me have this))

Anyway E and R being R and G doesn't matter as much first because in Hamlet R and G are barley even functional in the plot, and have almost no relevancy, so E and R mostly just spend a lot of time stuck off stage together, waiting for their cues and trying to figure out why the hell theyre there.

(With some bonus plots of Fueilly and Eponine building their friendship more, it being Fueillys first major role, courfeyrac going ham helping out the costume department, etc etc)

Then when it gets time for RaGAD to be staged Enjolras and Grantaire are struggling to figure out their chemistry and to make it work because suddenly their characters who were nothing before are in the spot light constantly, so the main plot becomes them trying to figure out who their characters are.

At the same time they both start having these reoccurring dreams that they can only partially remeber, that's pretty much their lives in actual canon, but less of the parts we actually see depicted in the brick or on stage or on screen but the times when they're stuck waiting for the rest of the plot to happen and move back to them, wherein they are expirencing the same things Rosencrantz and Guildenstern expirence in the play, of not quite knowing why they're there but in the end coming to understand that because they were marked for death they were dead the whole time and there's no escaping fate, etc etc

And the dreams help them to unlock and understand the characters and each other in a way that none of the other Amis saw coming so it's like a big thing on opening night when it all finally comes together for the first time

Minor side note: I only want to see the actual dialogue from RaGAD in the dreams, at least, all the philosophical and absurdist bits

Double side note: the night before RaGAD opens combeferre definitely does the whole "we may not even have a show. It's not me you'll be embarrassing up there" speech bc of course he does

[girlfailure180]

I need help deciding what roles are going to go to which person for the Nevermore theater fanfic

I think I’m prob gonna do Little Shop Of Horrors as the play but like the only person I’m positive I’m making a character is like Prospero as Seymour

I should also add to ppl who haven’t read my fanfic yet that only Annabel’s group are the ones actually acting while The Misfits handle things backstage

[de-vee-l]

WIP

[starcursedluvrs]

doomsday teaser

actor!gojo x techie!geto AU :)

hey y'all! thank you for all the love on Talk, I really appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog. i've started part II, and it should be out within 2 or 3 weeks (i'm a busy lady sorry). in a mean time, here's a little bite of another fic i wrote/am still working on. it's a techie!geto x actor!gojo AU where suguru is a wardrobe crew head for a hit broadway musical, and satoru is the star. this one is for all the former (and current) theater kids (kids as in people above the age of 18, MDNI!). there will be lots of smut and angst and plot to come, but for now, plz enjoy <3

wc: 845

With that, Suguru took a deep sigh and finished walking down the narrow hallway. His shoes squeaked considerably less as he climbed the winding iron staircase up to the cast’s personal dressing rooms. When he got to the top, he was distracted by a white-haired man violently shaking the vending machines in an attempt to release a chocolate bar from its clutches.  

Then he saw those eyes. 

Those beautiful, bright blue eyes. They looked like they contained the entire sky.

Suguru started sorting through color theory in his head to think about which piece of fabric would go best with those brilliant irises. 

“Do, uh. Do you need some help there, doll?” Suguru offered, flustered. 

The man just stared back at Suguru for a moment, before responding, “Sure, crazy bangs. That would be great.” 

“Not sure crazy bangs is such a great comeback from someone who’s attacking a vending machine,” Suguru bantered back. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault my boss man loves chocolate. Gotta stock up for him.”

“Oh, are you Mr. Gojo’s manager?”

“Never thought about it like that. Huh. Guess I am.” 

“Will I see you around then?”

“I guess you could say that, crazy bangs,” the white-haired man said with a smirk. 

A tense moment passed as the two men locked eyes. The mysterious blue-eyed beauty scanned Suguru’s body up and down with no shame. Suguru should have felt self-conscious, but he found himself oddly endeared by the man in front of him. Suguru felt a slight blush prickle over the skin of his cheeks.  

“So when is Mr. Gojo arriving?” Suguru asserted to break the silence. “I have some things I wanted to run over with him in terms of quick changes.” 

“So. You’re costumes?” 

“Yeah.” Suguru answered. Did he say the wrong thing? 

“Makes sense.” The lengthy white haired man smirked and turned on the ball of his foot and started walking - no, sashaying - to the door of Mr. Gojo’s dressing room. As the man opened the door, Suguru caught it behind him. 

“Why does it make sense, doll?” Suguru allowed a soft smile to appear on his lips. For the first time in a while, Suguru was flirting. 

And he was having fun. 

“Because. You’re so serious. You costume and props people always have sticks up your asses.” The man retorted with a snort. 

Suguru rolled his eyes, a verbal bite lingering on his words, “We’re just trying to do our jobs.” 

Even though the blue-eyed stranger was  taller, Suguru seemed to tower over him at that moment. 

“Well, I’m just trying to do mine.” Suguru couldn’t tell if this guy was a douche or if he was also flirting back. He hoped for his sake, it was the ladder. Unfortunately, he also had a job to do. No matter, he still had time to get to know this attractive stranger.

“Great. So, do you have an ETA on your client?” 

“Client? What client?” The man looked so confused. 

“…Mr. Gojo…” 

“Oh, we’re still playing that game.” 

“What game?” 

“You seriously don’t know who I am?” 

“You’re Mr. Gojo’s manager.” Suguru stated. 

The white haired man burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. It took a second for him to collect himself.

“Hot and funny. I’m keeping you around, crazy bangs.”

Suguru’s brain short circuited at that. Attractive stranger also finds him attractive. Noted.

“Haha,” Suguru offered a weak, uncomfortable laugh,”Not that I wouldn’t want that too, but I really have a job to do, doll.” 

Those blue eyes blinked in disbelief. 

“Wow. You’re serious, ok. Let’s start over.”

The man stuck out his hand, which looked as if it was crafted of the finest porcelain.

“I’m Satoru Gojo. It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”

Suguru looked at Satoru until it finally clicked in his head. So this was the brat Nanami was talking about. 

Suguru shook his hand hesitantly, as another question crossed his mind. “You said you were Gojo’s manager though,” Suguru pointed out.

“You’re putting words in my mouth, I said I had never thought of it that way. I guess I am kind of like my own manager because I don’t have one. I manage myself, thank you very much,” Satoru turned his nose and dramatically looked away from Suguru.

“But… who’s boss man?” 

“Oh that’s what I call Nanami. I asked him what his favorite candy was and I’m stocking up on it so that every time I annoy him, I can apologize with a chocolate bar.” 

A deep rumble left Suguru’s chest as he laughed at Satoru’s comment.

“I’m sure Nanami loves being called boss man.” 

“Oh please, he’ll grow into the nickname. Didn’t get your name yet though, crazy bangs.”

“Suguru Geto. Wardrobe Crew Head.” 

“If I see you around later, maybe I can show you how it feels to have something other than a stick up your ass.”

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