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godsofmonster · 6 years ago

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Florida Kilos ≽ III.

Reader x Bangtan- Drug Cartel au

Word Count- 6,300

Warnings- drugs, guns, blood, prostitution, violence, abuse, sexual content, betrayal, character deaths, ect.

≽ Links to previous chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio because Tumblr sucks now! You can also click on the ‘Florida Kilos’ tag!

From the time that I was a little girl, growing up in poverty, I decided that my adulthood would be different. At a young age, I was more sure of myself than most of the people around me. As a result, I made my way down to Florida where I began to both make and deal cocaine- alongside the man of my life. We shared our dreams, our bodies, our business. I was in a drug cartel with responsibilities and a lot of talent. I made dangerous partnerships, million dollar deals, and a lot of money; that is where this story continues.

The overhead doors of the warehouse roared as Jungkook pushed them upward. The heat of the Florida sun piercing into the air-conditioned room. He held the heavy doors up just enough for Yoongi and me to move under them. As we descended into the roughly lit room, my eyes settling from the abundant light outside, the doors crashed down to the floor behind us.

A line of storage units made up the back wall, tables after tables on either side of me staged all the evolutions of cocaine; large shelves racked women's shoes in a single corner. People worked with bandanas around their muzzles and minimal clothing on their bodies. The fluorescent lights took charge of lighting my path.

“Miss (Y/n)!” The call etched across the open warehouse. Bonnie and Hobi rose out of the back room on the other side. We met them halfway across the large space, greeting, interchanging handshakes- Hobi placing a kiss on my cheek. “We have the new set of girls in the back room all ready for you.”

“Great.” Hoseok handed Yoongi a black leather suitcase. We all continue to walk toward the backroom, Bonnie telling me all about the handful of girls she had chosen out. Finding them mostly at late night bars working tables, cheap sketchy clubs, and a few at frequent places university students were found. Along with their work enthusiasm and their current occupation.

The lights in the back room were much richer and the air conditioning was blasting. There was a group of six to seven women seated at a glass table, talking amongst each other, before falling silently to the open door.

“Ladies,” Bonnie said getting their full consideration. “This is the woman you will be working for, your boss, Miss (Y/n).”

“A pleasure.” I addressed firmly. “You are all here for the same thing- money and lots of it. Your reasons may vary; you can be doing it for yourselves, a dream, an opportunity, to be someone in this world. You can be doing it for others; your family- your loved ones. All that sounds heroic and noble- but don’t get this confused. This isn’t a game. What we are doing can get you arrested and, not doing it by my rules, will get you killed.”

My eyes progressed from girl to girl, taking the time to search in their eyes any sign of weakness or trouble. A few of the younger ones wore panic in their eyes. All of their bodies expressed the uncertainty in their stiff hands and tightly pressed lips. The typical, not a problem, as long as they were obedient.

“Your job is simple; that is to follow my exact orders. Most of the time they will be coming from Bonnie. Anything you need or any problems you face, you go to her and she will let me know.” My eyes glimpsed at Bonnie’s direction. She proudly stood beside Hoseok, with her head high and a bright smile from her teeth.

“Now, these are your instructions.” With a nod of my head, Yoongi stepped forward, placing a suitcase at the end of the table where all the girls could see it. He unclasped the metal locks to reveal an alignment of vials along the top and bottom of the case. Vials full of blow. “Don’t be fooled, this white powder is pure gold.”

I watched as they stared in astonishment, a few of their mouths dropping and most of their eyes widening. I knew for many of them it was their first time seeing this drug. Just as there were some who have done more than just see it. “You will be in small groups covering the grounds of the most expensive clubs in Miami. Bonnie will be there as well, overlooking as you work so that nothing gets out of hand. But while out you are not allowed to speak to her or each other. No one should notice you come in together or leave together.”

“How much is each dose?” One of them spoke up. A blondie with green eyes and sun-kissed skin.

“That depends on the size; there are 4, 6, and 8-millimeter vials here, the prices are $320, $480, and $640. You get 15% of everything you sell and I assure you that you will sell plenty. This is the best cocaine in the country, after all.” I grinned to myself mostly, knowing that it will relieve the tension of the girls.

“That’s right! But that is not for any of you to find out.” Bonnie joined. Recognizing that one of the girls was practically drooling over the coke.

“Precisely. Don’t get high on your own supply. The oldest and truest rule in the book. Needless to say what will happen if you are caught cutting or consuming my product.” I warned.

“15% is extremely generous- If it were up to me I would only give you 10%!” Bonnie exclaimed. “She is a good boss, she deserves your trust and respect.”

“Well, girls, we don’t have contracts here,” I stepped forward, making my way around the table slowly as I spoke, “The most important thing here is your word. You know very well who you are working for, and there is no room for any mistakes.”

I settled beside Yoongi, placing my hand on his shoulder, “To be clear, ladies, you may be beautiful and attractive but if you are stupid enough to snort our blow, throw it away, or call the police- you all die.”

“Alright Yoongi, no need to keep scaring them.” Bonnie stepped in, her hands clasping together, as she promised,“ My girls are very smart and will not let you down.”

“You start this weekend.” They all nodded their heads as I moved into my bag that hung over my shoulder. Pulling out two equal stacks of $30,000. “$10,000 in advance for each of you,”

In this business, there was one of two ways to silence someone: that was either with a gun or with money. The fear in their eyes was abruptly replaced with lust. Money could do that so effortlessly. The frown in their faces turned into the happiest grins you’d ever seen.

"Go shopping."

Without another word, we made our way out of the room, leaving the girls to make their final arrangements. I stood by the door with Bonnie at my side, “Boss the other group of girls from New York landed this morning with Jimin.”

“Great- make sure they get their money. I’ll give you instructions on when the next time they fly out.” We said our concluding goodbyes and Hobi walked us out the same way we came in.

“Taehyung just messaged me, he wants us to stop by the club- says he has some news for us,” Yoongi muttered as he scrolled through the message on his phone.

“Did he say what for?” I asked as we made our way through the vacant parking lot. The single-vehicle waiting for us so patiently.

“He did not, actually.” Yoongi pulled out his black tinted sunglasses from his suit pocket. I thanked Jungkook as he opened the door for me, offering his hand to me as I stepped in.

“Well, I’ve been meaning to talk to him anyhow.” I watched Jungkook very coldly allow Yoongi in and take his seat next to me.

The white leather seats suck to the warmth of my exposed leg. As I scooted across the connected seats that went vertically against the black windows. Jungkook went around to the driver, giving him our next destination, before coming back around.

“Wanna a drink, Boss?” He asked taking a spot on the normal horizontal seats and shutting the door. He gestured his head over to the mini bar that that stood in front of me, it’s outlined in glowing blue lights with bottles lined above its surface.

“No, not this early in the day but help yourself.” I chuckled knowing that's what he really intended. He flew me his bunny-teeth smile and thanked me under his breath.

“What news do you think Taehyung has for you?” He asked as he scooted closer at the edge of his seat to reach for one of the glasses and his favorite bottle of Gin.

“If there is anything I’ve learned about that man, in the past year, it’s that he is still so unpredictable.” I pulled out my phone and watched Jungkook from the corner of my eye. He smirked in response and raised his drink at me before taking a sip. I scrolled through my notes, reading over the what I had written to myself throughout the week.

The car was moving quickly through the traffic as we made our way back to the core of Miami. My eyes caught Yoongi rummaging through the inside of his blazer, casually pulling out all too familiar 5-millimeter cylinder vial. The golden cap held the white poison and attached to it, the world's smallest spoon. The rest of his actions were blocked by his head as he leaned in, bleached blond hair covering his eyes, following the sound of his dried nostrils.

“Jesus, Yoongi,” I muttered silently to myself, shaking my head, eyes caught sight of Jungkook for a second. He simply shrugged his shoulders and went back to sipping his drink.

“Hey…” Yoongi said coming back up from his lap, leaning against the seat, rubbing the excess off his nose. “Just a boost for the party later, doll.”

He shot me a smirk and leaned in planting a kiss on my cheek. I accepted the kiss, like an idiot, turned my head and requested another.

The vehicle pulled into the underground parking behind the main entrance of Cocobaby. The orange-lit parking lot was full of cars from employees of the club. There was a set of double doors that lead up to a pair of stairs, to the back of the club but on the far left of the lot was a single door, hidden amongst the cars, it led to the rooms underneath the building.

“This better be good, Taehyung.” Yoongi groaned as we walked into the spacious room.

Painted a bright shade of red, with gold-framed paintings, and white furniture. Not my taste, really. Though we were greeted by the back of Taehyung’s head, as he laid against the couch, arms spread over the top of the white leather.

“What the hell did you do to your hair?” I asked, holding back a chuckle. His head snapped around, making eye contact with us, and shooting up to his feet.

“Don’t I look great?!” He flashed a smile at us while he flipped the ends of his long hair, newly bleached blond. “Suga and I match now.”

“I really hope this isn’t the news you brought us here for.” I furrowed my brows and walked around to place my bag on the edge of the loveseat.

The door across from me opened and Jimin walked out, his eyes looking away from his phone and at the new characters in the room. He was keeping a newspaper rolled up in his fist.

“Jimin,” His name left my mouth before I even realized it. His eyes met mine as he walked around to take a seat on the single sofa chair. “Any problems in New York?”

“That's actually why I called you all here.” Taehyung’s voice dropped lower like it did whenever he grew serious. I searched for eye contact and I found it in him. “Go ahead, take a seat.”

Yoongi and I shared the loveseat, Jimin in his chair, and Taehyung had the whole couch to himself. After clearing his throat, and watching Jungkook settle on the edge of the armrest, Taehyung leaned in on his elbows. Jimin followed and passed him the newspaper he was holding onto. Taehyung's eyes quickly scanned over the front page before glancing my way and tossing the gray paper on the glass coffee table. I fingered the edge of the paper, turning the print so that the words would be right side up.

New York Times: D.E.A HEADQUARTERS BOMB ATTACK

“Saturday morning- two DEA agents dead and four injured. The bomb was attached to a car that was parked outside of the building.” Jimin explained. Taking a hold of the paper, I turned the page to find the full story and began to scan over the report.

“Okay, and what does this have to do with us?” Yoongi asked leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.

“The attack has been connected to a drug organization that has been selling cocaine under the name ‘Suga’. The signature of the brand was left on the window of the front door of the DEA building shortly before the bomb went off. The identity of this organization has not yet been discovered but the product made an appearance early last year in the streets of New York.” I read out loud from the newsprint.

“What?!” Jungkook said in disbelief.

“This is bullshit.” Yoongi followed.

I slammed the paper on the table and stood to my feet as the anger boiled in my chest and rose to my face. “Un-fucking-believable.”

“You know who this was, don’t you, (Y/n)?” Taehyung nudged at me while crossing his arms.

“Of course, it's the damn Italians! They managed to get the DEA up our ass.” I stepped around the couch and made my way to the bar that lined up the back wall.

“I told you not to underestimate Alessandro Botticelli. We were taking all the mafia’s business after all.” Taehyung said as he walked his way over to the bar along with my side. I added ice to the glass I had put out for myself and the glass he pulled. “It was brilliant if you ask me.”

“Yes, he brilliantly managed to fuck us, Tae.” I rolled my eyes at him, watching him pour the drink into my cup.

“But you’ll come up with something~” He smiled and handed my glass of whiskey.

Of course, it was up to me, I had been practically running Taehyung’s cocaine business since we started. Still, it was in our best interest that I was. Yoongi and Taehyung both had become too comfortable getting high on our supply over the past months. I started to feel like I was the only one in their right state of mind.

“So what are we going to do?” Jungkook asked as we made our way back to our original seats.

“Kill him, obviously.” Yoongi scoffed before pushing his hair out of his face.

My nail circled the edge of the glass as I stared at the ice beginning to melt in the brown liquor. The question wasn’t if killing him was the answer. It was the only answer- the question- was how? The room fell silent and eyes fell on me.

“I have to go to New York. I can’t handle this from here.” I said staring up, my eyes pushing to each one of them.

“What about the business here? We’re about to send a new batch of girls into the streets selling ‘Kimi’.” Yoongi said. The tone of his voice defensive off the bat. Declining any idea of me leaving the protection we have in Miami.

When we first started sending girls to New York, we decided Jimin would be the one to leave with them. Taehyung trusted him with his very life, his childhood friend, who- unlike Kookie, could restrain himself around a group of girls. We knew crossing state lines would not only increase the value of the product but attract federal problems. To avoid them coming to Florida, we use the name ‘Suga’ outside of the state so that it could not be traced back to Taehyung's ‘Kimi’ in Miami.

“I’m not going to sit here while Alessandro Botticelli is feeling so high and mighty. We’re lucky he hasn’t discovered any of our girls over there, if he did, what do you think he’ll do to them?” Yoongi looked down at his lap. “I’m not going to wait and to find out.”

“So how do you plan to kill the youngest leader in Italian mafia history, dear?” Taehyung asked setting the glass of his drink onto the glass of the table.

“Hm.” I shrugged, bringing the glass close to my lips, “I’ll come up with something, I suppose.”

“I’ll take care of things here. I am the boss after all.” Taehyung smirked, raising his glass to me, “I can’t wait to see what that brilliant brain of yours comes up with.”

I leaned against the glass balcony; the setting sun painted the sky in a strident palette of colors. Miami was in flames. The breeze was warm and caressed my skin like the touch of a lover- my lover.

I looked down; three floors down to be exact, where the lights of the pool made it glow blue. The height of the palm trees cast two large shadows on the white household- my household.

“I swear to God, you spoil that kid too much.” A pair of arms snaked around my waist. His dry lips kissed my shoulder and his mop of damaged hair tickled my neck. “You look so good doll.”

“Everyone who works with me gets what they deserve- That’s how it should be.”

“Right...” He raised his head and chuckled, the tips of his cold nose pressed against my cheek. “When are you going to spoil me a little? Hm?”

“Oh, please.” I laughed. Turning in his hold- face to face with hooded eyes that reflected the burning sky. “I think you spoil yourself enough, Yoongi.”

My hand reached under his nose, whipping away white residue. I wouldn’t tell him anything but it hurt to see him like that. Since cocaine leaves the body quickly, a binge pattern was almost unavoidable, taking several doses back to back.

“That shit will kill you.” I managed to free myself from his tempting grip, knowing there were only seconds until he reached for me once more.

I barely made it to the pair of sliding doors before his arms trapped me like a bald python. He turned me around, strains of my hair falling over my eyes, he had me breathing heavily.

“Only thing that can kill me- is you,” I watched his tongue run along both his bottom and top lip. A single hand of his loosen its grip around me, gently tracing patterns down the side of my dress, finding the exposure of skin left for just for him.

Under the snow of hair was still those dark eyes that could make me give everything up. Anything he wanted was his for the taking.

His tongue found its way into my mouth. Putting me in a position that I couldn’t escape from, between the glass door and his body. A place I didn’t want to escape from.

He had my left leg brought to his hip, occupying the space between my them, while his second hand rested where my neck met my shoulder. His thumb threatens to push down on my windpipe. I whimpered in his mouth, feeling the heat in my chest fall slowly to the very pit of my stomach. Our lips parted and we gasped for air. His hips pushed mine harder against the glass. A groan from the back of his throat sent shivers erupting across my skin.

“Boss!?” Jungkook shouted before knocking on the double doors of the master bedroom.

“Fucking kid is going to die on his birthday,” Yoongi complained in a groan under his breath. I couldn’t help but laugh while I pulled my leg off his hip.

“Are the Kim brothers here already?!” I yelled back to Jungkook, not being mindful of Yoongi’s ears at all.

All I could do was smirk as Yoongi hissed, stepping back to rub the damage out of his ear. I pushed myself off the glass door, one heel in front of the other, to grab Yoongi by the back of his neck and pull him close.

“Behave tonight and maybe we’ll finish this up later.”

The main lights were turned off and the side lights gave the floor a soft luminosity. We met up with the rest of the boys downstairs in the first-floor living room. Hip-hop music was blasting throughout the open room that connects the kitchen and the bathroom.

We were greeted first by the three brothers on their individual couches. Jin’s gift for the party was bringing a few of his girls. Jin was happy to just have Bonnie beside him and didn’t need anything else. Namjoon was comfortably talking to each girl on either side of him. While Taehyung was a line and a half deep into the coke that was set up on the coffee table, two girls on either side and one on his lap. Also finding Jimin and Hobi at the bar, handing Jungkook shots one after another.

“Wow, I’m so glad we decided to do this at our house,” I said sarcastically to Yoongi. He simply shrugged and made his way over to the bar to get a drink of his own. I followed in his footsteps knowing it would be the best way to get through the night.

“You’re finally old enough to drink!” Jimin yelled, shaking Jungkook's shoulders from behind him.

Jungkook took another shot, slamming it on the table as if it was the biggest accomplishment of his life. He lifted his arms in victory hearing the cheers of his friends.

“You’re 20!” I reminded him, slightly laughing.

“It’s not like we haven’t been breaking the law already!” Hobi added seconds later, also handing Jungkook another drink.

“Well if you are planning on getting shitfaced I should give you your gift beforehand,” I said over the music.

“Gift?” He smiled. I left him smiling like a child, walking over to turn the music down, getting everyone’s attention.

“Wait! (Y/n) I didn’t get a gift for my birthday!” Hoseok whined.

“And the boat I got you, asshole?” Yoongi said shoving him on his shoulder. Hobi laughed and held his shoulder before wrapping his arm around Yoongi.

“Bonnie?” I turned over to her as she was still sitting beside Jin. She smiled and me and nodded her head, reassuring me she had brought in the gift. “It’s in the front.”

Everybody grabbed their drinks and followed behind Jungkook to the very front of the house. All of us stepping out the front door to the large driveway that circled around a few palm trees. Parked off to the side was a jet black 2018 Chiron, topped with a red bow, of course.

“You bought him a Bugatti?!” Jimin mutter beside me, his mouth hanging open along with Hobi’s.

“It’s what he wanted.” I shrugged, smirking at the excitement coursing through Jungkook’s face.

As much as Jungkook followed in thanking me for his gift- I had to deny him the access to the keys after the number of drinks he had roaring through his system. I promised him he could have them first thing in the morning once he was sober.

My months in this business had turned me into a serious workaholic to the point I could not waste any time partying when I could be doing something productive. Regardless whether it was nurture or nature, it was the first time in my life I had found something I was good at.

My leg was crossed over the other, leaning my back against the corner of the couch, slumping- uninterested by the group conversation. Yoongi gripped my ankle, stopping it from bouncing in his line of sight. He was already a few drinks in and a couple of lines ran through the veins of his heart.

I was aware that I was the only one who was sitting and thinking about work. Alcohol was supposed to loosen one up but it just allowed me to sit inside my own head and rage with ideas and plans. Yoongi was only ever the one to say something to me about it. Tonight, I noticed he wouldn’t let my boring mindset keep him from enjoying his time.

My eyes scanned over him; the way the rose of his lips flushed against the pale flesh of his skin. Discolored bags ringed around his eyes like scars that would not disappear regardless of actions against them. I also found myself coming to the realization of how much I, truly and deeply, hate that color in his hair. It was an anger that I could only blame on the drinks he kept inforcing on me. It got to the point where I grew sick of looking at him; his smile brought my eyes to water and his laugh made me look away in shame.

When I looked away from him my eyes found Taehyung's. His arms were wrapped around one of the girls, eyes locked on mine emotionless with a runny nose, he used the back of his hand to wipe. I felt uncomfortable in his deep stare and was quick to kick Yoongi’s hand off my ankle; moving to stand on my feet and walking out of the room without disturbing anyone else.

“Where did you run off to, dear?”

I was outside, on the large balcony of the second floor, leaning against the railing with my head in my hands.

His made me shiver with just his voice, but straightened myself up, forcing a laugh to hide the cracking of my voice.

“I had too much to drink I think- I’m drunk.”

I heard him step in my direction, the sound of the door sliding shut behind us, and his aurora invading my space.

He appeared beside me, smelling of rosewood and liquor, he tried to search for my eyes that were lightly stained with smeared tears. He made his way to cup my cheek, in the same moment I turned and was faced with his chest.

“You definitely are,” Taehyung moved his hand bring my head up and connect once again with his eyes. “But there is no need for you to cry…”

His eyes were the prettiest shade of blue, it reminded me of the ocean from Miami’s beaches. His skin was tan, a golden color that was almost to even throughout his exposed skin- But his stupid bleached hair was just like Yoongi’s.

“I’m not,” I said forcefully moving his hand away from my face.

I turned to find the dark night, I had lost track of the hours, a breeze sent a chill over my rising skin. That was suddenly consoled by Taehyung's figure, his arms caged me on either side and his chest was pressed against my back.

“If they aren’t tears over money they aren’t worth shedding.” It was wrong but his position was comforting. “He’s not worth it.”

“Taehyung, stop.” I broke from the trap of his arms putting a few steps between us.

His hand wiped over his chin in frustration before dropping back to the inside of the pocket of his pants. He stared at his feet as if contemplating his next words carefully.

“Love and business don’t mix well, (Y/n).”

I rolled my eyes even though he wasn’t looking.

“I know what I’m doing Taehyung.” I crossed my arms over my chest, the music of downstairs lightly traveling through the air outside. “I’ve got it under control.”

He looked at the floor like an angry child, a face of a man, with not a readable emotion in sight. I could tell his hands were fists in his pockets, his long suit jacket attempted to hide them from my view.

Suddenly he found a burst of courage to look at me once again and took a step closer.

“And why is that?” He raised his eyebrow at me and it was not meant to tease me but to truly question me. “Because you don’t actually love him?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” My anger had come back and was directly firing at him. Defensively standing my ground but he didn’t dare to step closer.

“Please,” He scoffed, squinting his eyes and taking a step in the opposite direction. “I saw how you looked at him- with disgust.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head. The effect of alcohol making me feel like I was in a dream.

“He won’t stand to live in your shadow much longer, (Y/n); who knows what he’ll do when that day comes.”

His voice grew louder, it was too loud for me to block out and it was like he was in my head.

“Shut up!” I yelled. The air in my chest was nowhere to be found, my body trembled with anger. I looked him in the eyes and I hoped he saw the disgust he claimed to have seen earlier now directed to him.

I marched up to him, head raised so he wouldn't dare to look down on me.

“I don’t know what you think this is,” My hands pressed against his chest, shoving him back a few steps, “But I’m not going to fall for you- I’m not going to wake up in your bed- I’m never going to be yours.”

Taehyung’s long bangs fell over his eyes hidden by the casted shadow and the emotion still missing in his expression.

I felt myself beginning to sober up from the boiling of my blood and just as realization began to hit- the door opened.

I stepped back, away from Taehyung’s personal space, the silence fell from either side of us. Jimin stood by the frame, looking between us- analyzing the tension.

“Come on, Taehyung,” He hesitated to step in between but did so anyway, “You’re drunk.”

I removed myself from the situation, simply watching Jimin pat Taehyung on the shoulder before guiding him out the door. I avoided eyes contact but it wasn’t like Taehyung was looking anywhere else by down. As Jimin walked behind Taehyung out the door, I called out to him,

“Jimin,” He stopped in his tracks, one foot in and one foot out, “Where is Yoongi?”

I stumbled down the stairs, gripping onto the railing, putting these heels to the test. Hoseok was leaning against the railing, intimately speaking with Bonnie who had finally left Jin’s side.

They barely noticed me coming down until I bumped into Hobi on the last step to solid ground. Turning the corner, back to the main room where all I could find was Jungkook sitting between two girls and Namjoon sucking the face of another. Jin was nowhere to be found, must have gone to one of the many spare rooms with one of his girls. Yoongi’s back was to me but on the other side he was talking up with the last of the hens, his hand noticeably resting on her exposed thigh.

The second she saw me stepping into the room her face dropped and she scooted back in her seat, rubbing the back of her neck uncomfortably. Yoongi notices the change in atmosphere and followed her direction back to me.

“Hey baby, where did you go?” He took his hand off the girl's leg also scooting away from her calmly, “I was worried about you.”

He reached out to take my hand, I looked down at the physical contact, before looking back at him.

“I’m going to bed now,” I said emotionlessly. My eyes glaring at the girl who sat behind him. “You coming?”

The question easily sounded like a threat because it was meant to, one he knew the wrong answer to. I swiftly moved my hand away from his and raised my brows at him.

“Yeah…” He blinked at me for a second after muttering the words. I watched him shake off the stare, looking around his lap for a moment as if he lost something before standing to his feet.

Without sparing her another glance, I turned on my feet and made my way back up to the stars. Yoongi followed behind me every step of the way, the click of my heels were echoed by his own steps all the way to the steps of the stairs. Where half way up we ran into Taehyung and Jimin coming down.

Taehyung and I locked eyes as he passed by me, our rhythm stayed on a beat and we passed each other like strangers.

We make it to the top floor where our bedroom is located. I pushed the double doors open, stepping from the wooden floor to the carpeted one. I walked by the king bedside, slipping off my heels, hearing Yoongi shut the doors behind him.

“Are you tired of me, Yoongi?” I kicked the shoes under the bed, turning around to see him cut off guard by the door.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Do I- bore you?” I reached for the side of my dress, unzipping the zipper down the curves of my body.

Revealing the matching lingerie I was wearing underneath as I tugged the tight dress down my thighs. The fabric pooling around my feet; I caught Yoongi’s eyes running down my figure.

“(Y/n), you aren’t making any sense...” His head was far too gone to comprehend my words and their contrast to my actions.

I stepped over the clothes swiftly making my way across the floor to where he stood speechless.

My hand found there was wrapping around his shoulders, leaning into him until I could feel his light breathing on my lips and my face cast a shadow over his.

“Of course- not to you anyway. You’re so coked out of your mind...”

“Be careful, Yoongi...” I took in his scent of whiskey and cigarettes. His eyes automatically shut, my nosing brushing against his, hoping that I would give him the sweet relief of my kiss. “You don’t know what your doing- my feelings are what you are abusing.”

“Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness,” His hands gently grabbed my waist, wanting to roam the rest of my exposed skin, I gripped them still. “Are you listening to me?”

He opened his eyes vaguely, nodding his head at a soft beat, still, the hollows of his eyes revealed a mortal that was lost in a haze. Though as far away as he might have been- he was still mine.

“Wait for me on the bed then.”

It was a hot September night, Miami Beach, his body casting back the moonlight. A painted paradise that began at the foot of our bedroom door. A physical occurrence taking over my fallen eyes, not a dream, and yet, I still refused to wake up.

A white head of hair and burned lips, a sight that made my eyes water in anger. A toned body desecrated in scars and a length that made my eyes water in ecstasy.

Despite our carnal view, he was on top- I always had him on top. I called out his name as he gripped my hips so tightly. And when his breathing began to drop, his body disobeying his thoughts; I picked up the slack- picked up the pace.

The vail of my hair cut into the view of his face contouring underneath me. Sweat running down the sides of his face onto the valley of his neck. A whine coming from my deep within my chest and out of my closed mouth.

I was finding it hard to articulate the thoughts that were coming through. The emotions that were being shared between our performance.

“I love you…”

Is what he said. Then the energy was wrong and that haunted me. I forced my eyes open, afraid of what I might see in the dark. I laid myself down, my breast pressing against his damp chest, his eyes leveled with mine as we discounted.

Yoongi’s leaned in with an open mouth, his tongue brushing pattern against the inside of my mine. His hands embracing their way up my ass, resting on the dip of my back and holding my body against his.

He moaned in my mouth, taking a hold the loose pieces of hair and gripping them in place. His other hand keeping a hold of me so that I wouldn’t move as his length pressed against my folds.

His eyes were black with lust and desire, a sigh trembled my body as he eased himself back inside of me.

I found balance on my hands, keeping my knees spread low over his hips, as he thrust himself upward. I tossed my hair back along with my head, my arms shaking as he found the deepest parts of my intimacy.

“Like that…” I whimpered. His touch made me never want to wake up.

His head raised to reach my chest, kissing his way down the valley between my breasts. I shifted my weight to one hand in the second my opposite wrapped around his neck.

A corner of his lips rose in a smirk and his black eyes peered out of the blond of his hair. He released my hips, gripping the wrist of both of my hands, tugging on the one that was clenching the sheets beside him.

Suddenly, he forced me off him, rolling on to my back, I found him on top of me.

Yoongi chuckled as I sat up, leaning myself against the headboard for him, and spreading my legs. He towered over me as he sat on his knees and just like I had put him on top- he went to take his place.

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frost blue, burnt umber, tea orange, coral, currant, crimson, raspberry, baby blossoms, mallow, honey, new leaf, silk, atoll -- dr gang~

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

Hajime - He’s not really a fan of the cold- it’s not that it’s physically difficult for him to take, or anything. He just prefers long, warm days to short, chilly ones. And as for snow, it’s an inconvenience that he could easily live without.

Kaede - She likes the cold, actually! Mostly because it means she can drink more hot chocolate, but snowfall is pretty and soothing and it’s nice to have an excuse to snuggle under the blankets with a book or a video game and just… stay in.

Shuichi - He’s…. pretty neutral on it, really? Cold weather lets him get away with staying in bed longer, though, so that’s a plus. Warm weather and longer days tend to perk his mood up just a little, so it’s kind of a trade-off.

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

Hajime - Overall, he’s pretty stable both mentally and emotionally! So long as he doesn’t push himself past his limits, he’s a grounded person with a lot of confidence and determination to help his friends. He’s not without his traumas or his weak points, but he can usually hold himself together pretty well — unless he’s being stubborn and ignoring it, in which case it can end up overwhelming him. Generally though? He’s pretty stable.

Kaede - She’s a teenager in every sense of the word, so she tends to be pretty emotionally erratic. She’s trying very hard to be grown-up and put together but it doesn’t always work, and sometimes the cracks show, and show in ugly ways. She wasn’t happy with who she was before she went into the game, but she’s trying to be better now, and as a result is working her way toward emotional stability one day at a time. As for mental stability, her mother is a psychologist and is making sure she gets everything she needs to minimize trauma from the game. She’s not 100% stable in either category, but she has a good basis to reach that point going forward!

Shuichi - Hahaha what is stability? This child is not okay. Send help. …More seriously, he really isn’t in that great of a place. He suffers from clinical depression and struggled with keeping his head above water before the game. If Team DR had any kind of a screening process he wouldn’t have gotten through, but the company did not and so he got in, got pushed into the protagonist role and had to deal with that. He’s… really not okay, but he’s trying to stabilize, and is very slowly starting to improve. It’s hard, but he has friends to help him, and they won’t let him fall.

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

Hajime - For Hajime, what really fascinates him is emotions and bonds, and the way people can affect one another (can affect him) through both of these. After spending a few years without either, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be bored of simply feeling again. Besides this, he’s also still easily fascinated by things he can’t predict, and can lose track of what’s going on around him when he finds one such thing until he’s deciphered its mystery and worked it out. … Usually this doesn’t take long, but there has been at least one situation where he’s been contently staring at what looks like nothing for upwards of ten minutes.

Kaede - It’s kind of funny, given what she became in the game, but Kaede’s always been fascinated by music. Not classical music, really, but things like vocaloids and mixing technology, and she’s absolutely considered trying her hand at a few covers of her favorite songs. There’s just something about the way everything comes together, the way each little bit contributes to making a great piece. It’s neat!

Shuichi - Books, mostly! He adores fiction of all kinds, but especially mysteries, and he can spend hours curled up with a stack of books without realizing that time’s passing. He’s very well-read for a kid his age, and tends to spend most of his free time with his nose in a book. He also likes puzzles, especially number and logic puzzles - he doesn’t always have the mental energy for them, but he’ll never turn down the chance to try and solve one.

coral: what is your muse’s romantic and sexual orientations?

Hajime - Grey-asexual // Biromantic

Kaede - Pansexual // Panromantic

Shuichi - Bisexual // Biromantic

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

Hajime - … Junko Enoshima. Her concept of despair. People that use and control others, taking away their chance to choose their fates for themselves. And, on a much lesser scale, sakuramochi.

Kaede - People who hurt kids, people who turn a blind eye to others’ suffering, people who frame you and set you up to die because you’re a threat to their stupid toybox world—- ahem. Really, Kaede is most bothered by cruelty and indifference.

Shuichi - Meaninglessness. It sounds stupid, but he doesn’t like it when something doesn’t have a point or a purpose. When something isn’t worth bothering with because there is no reason to bother with it. He doesn’t like gossip, either, because that kind of thing does nothing but bring hurt (and… he knows he’s been the target of gossip a lot in the past, which makes him like it even less.)

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

Hajime - Unlike a natural Ultimate, Hajime doesn’t have that same all-consuming passion that they do. He tempers his passions with realism, but that doesn’t make him love them any less - generally his passion is controlled and constant. A steady warmth and dedication rather than flares of heat.

Kaede - She tends to get very passionate about the things she loves! Vocal and excited, eager to engage with other people and share how much she loves it - her passion is bright and intense, and is a part of why it was so easy to make her into the Ultimate Pianist. Passion itself is a natural part of her personality, the game’s programming just… gave her a specific direction for it.

Shuichi - When his energy levels let him, he can be very passionate. (See the several-thousand word character analysis he wrote about Kyoko Kirigiri and an in-depth look at each investigation in both games, both posted to a popular internet forum.) But when his depression is flaring up even getting out of bed is hard, let alone investing himself into anything. If passion is a fire, then Shuichi’s periodically gets water dumped on it.

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

Hajime - Kusamochi. It’s one of the few things the Neo World Program managed to properly dig out of his head. He… also thinks he may have tasted it as Izuru and enjoyed it a little then, too? Maybe? He didn’t really pay much attention to food while he was living like that. Either way, he hasn’t had any in a long time but is pretty sure it’s still his favorite.

Kaede - Koala March cookies, especially the green tea flavored. She’ll fight you for them. She’ll fight your friends for them. She’s happy to share them, though! Just.. don’t deny her access to them, you’ll probably regret it. (She also enjoys other thigns that are green tea flavored, like ice cream and mochi and Kit-Kats. Strawberry and chocolate flavors are nice too, especially chocolate-banana, but green tea is her absolute favorite (which is… ironic, because she’s doesn’t actually like real green tea very much!)

Shuichi - Nori. Don’t judge him. He likes seaweed, and it’s easy to get and keep around to snack on. Even on bad days he can usually manage to eat that, and that’s not something you can just shove aside as silly. (He also likes salty things, but he only really likes sugar if it’s in a drink.)

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

Hajime - This is a complicated question, actually. Hajime’s sense of smell was fine-tuned by the project, so he tends to pick out the component scents of something and gets a little overloaded by particularly strong, complicated smells. As a result he tends to like simpler, lighter smells, those that are generally faint to most people. He doesn’t have a specific favorite scent, though he’ll get… very twitchy around hospital smells. Hospital-grade chemicals and bleach tend to upset him.

Kaede - She likes floral scents, especially the scent of plum blossoms! There’s no particular reason for it, she just really likes that scent and will never, ever, ever get tired of smelling it.(Alright, it might be because she got into a bottle of plum blossom perfume when she was very tiny and, spilled it all over her pillow, making her room smell like plum blossoms for a week. She’s loved it ever since.)

Shuichi - He likes the smell of books the most - books are safe, and if he can smell them he’s usually somewhere he’s going to feel comfortable and can safely lose himself for a while. There’s just something soothing about being surrounded by so many books that you can smell the paper and the ink. (Bookstores and libraries are two of his favorite places, actually - it’s easy to tuck yourself into a corner for a few hours and read the day away.)

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

Hajime - Video game noises, clouds, the sound of a fountain, the golden light of later afternoon, toast instead of rice, getting bumped into from the side, white rabbits a game consoles, the smell of the beach and midday-warm sand. And this is just the two most important people!

Kaede - The sound of a pen on paper, business suits from the back, barely-comfortable chairs. Piano music and baseball caps, nail art and checkered scarves, Pocky and the hum of fluorescent lighting. Running footsteps, really embarrassing movie covers.

Shuichi - Aquarium bubbles, birthday cake, muffled sobbing, black ribbons. Piano music, planetariums, magic wands, exercising. Plum blossom perfume, the warmth of a hand on his, the feeling of grass under his palms, the sight of the sky at night.

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

Hajime - He tends to show his love by being present, by putting up with things that exasperate him or annoy him; by persistently reaching out if he senses something is wrong, and offering a shoulder to cry on or just a listening ear if that’s what’s needed. He really… he just tries to be there. That’s the most important thing he can think of for anyone.

Kaede - If Kaede cares about you she’ll make sure you know it. She tends to fuss. She’ll push and prod and nag a little if needed, making sure they’re taking care of themselves - but she’s also free with her encouragement and compliments, quick to smile and try to bring smiles, and generally try to make their lives a little brighter.

Shuichi - He’s quiet about it. Usually he tries to do little things - little acts of kindness, like giving gifts or, if he’s feeling up to it, making time for them and whatever they want to do. He’ll stand up for them if it looks like they need it, or try to find something encouraging to say if they’re not doing well. He… isn’t sure he’s very good at any of it, but he tries to show his care in whatever way he can. (He has a hard time telling people ‘no’, unless he sees it as something that’s important for him to refuse, and that doesn’t happen that often.)

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

Hajime - Chiaki and Miss Yukizome are right. You’ll learn that eventually.You’re going to hurt, a lot, and life will feel very empty for even longer. But it gets better, and you’ll become someone you want to be in the end. You’ll find people who love you, too. Just… hold on until you do.

Kaede - Put that shot put ball back where you found it you absolute moron! No. Really. Rube-Goldberg machines are a bad idea and you don’t want to do that, you’ll regret it. Not just for what it does to you, but because of what it does to him.

Shuichi - It’s not cool. It’s not cool, it’s not interesting, and it’s not going to make the thoughts stop. It’s going to tear you apart over and over and over again and you won’t even know why it’s happening until it’s finished and you have to live with it all. How could you be this stupid? Just… just tell someone you’re thinking of entering. Tell them why. Let someone stop you.

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

Hajime - Not really. He tries to keep clean, mostly, but beyond that doesn’t think about it. He keeps his hair short mostly because he didn’t bother looking after it as Izuru and woke up with it a tangled mess. He’s not doing that again.

Kaede - A little bit! She likes to look her best, but she’s not going to get all elaborate and fancy about it unless she needs to dress up. A cute outfit, a brush of her hair and a little mascara and she’s good to go.

Shuichi - … That takes energy he doesn’t have. Even his school uniforms tend to be wrinkled unless his aunt gets on his case about it. He’ll comb his hair if he’s going out or having a better day. Otherwise… why bother?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

Hajime - He might like to go to his old home, just to see what happened to it - to them. There’s almost no chance either of his parents are still alive, and he’s not sure what he would do if they are, not when he doesn’t really remember them apart from the fact that they weren’t happy with him. But… he’d like to know what happened, all the same.

Kaede - She wants to go to Australia. Let her go there, to see all the animals and explore the pretty mountains and swim on the Great Barrier Reef. She wants to pet a kangaroo and hug a koala. Please, somebody, let her hug a koala.

Shuichi - Maybe to an aquarium again? He’s… not really sure.The only places he wants to go don’t exist. It’s not like wishing could make Hope’s Peak Academy real, or make him anyone or anything special. …. Mostly he’d just like to be able to go somewhere and enjoy it. It doesn’t really matter where, as long as he could have fun again. Maybe somewhere with his friends?

#;hc: hajime #;hc: kaede #;hc: shuichi #strangefellows

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Electric Moment - Chapter 10

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Eijirou Kirishima was thirteen years old when he had his first drink. It was nothing exciting really. His Mama was out of town doing some nursing course in Tokyo that she was legally required to attend and couldn’t say no to under any circumstances, which had left Eijirou alone with his other mother for the first time in a very long time. Mama was always there. She was the homemaker, even when she wasn’t home as much as his other mother was, it was kind of strange just having the two of them.

Eijirou loved him Mum, more than life itself. She was everything to him, both his parents were. No matter how busy she was with writing, his Mum had always made time for Eijirou growing up. She often took him to different parks around town, playing games and getting dirty in ways his Mama never would. If he needed help building a fort, or fishing frogs from the river, she’d always take time from her current manuscript to help him where needed.

Since he’d become a teenager though, there was far less dirty clothes and grazed knees as there was adolescent tantrums and strange late night boners that there was no way in hell he was ever discussing with his mothers. He’d grown distant from both his parents, and his Mama, being the sort to always shut herself in her office and work until either Eijirou or his Mum disturbed her and saved her from becoming some kind of hikikomori, or turning into some crazy creature of the night (Though that would have made for an amazing story to tell at school), was the person he grew most distant from.

That weekend however, everything took a change for the positive, even if they had both been chewed out for it in the long run.

It was about nine P.M. on a Saturday evening, all his friends were busy with various things, and his Mum had said he wasn’t allowed to go out while Mama was writing in the first place, as she wouldn’t be able to gauge if he had returned home safely or not –his mother often lost time when she was face deep in her work. So, he did the only logical thing a young Japanese boy would do when neither of his parents were currently occupying his space. He stole a few cans of beer from the fridge, and made himself comfortable on the back porch, overlooking the stars with a stack of this week’s manga magazine releases by his side.

Taking his first sip, he soon realised that alcohol probably wasn’t the best tasting thing on the planet, and briefly considered discarding it in favour of a bottle of Oolong tea or soda. He soldiered through though, pushing himself through the bitter taste of the initial few swigs, letting the liquid settle at the base of his stomach and warm his body under the chill of the early spring evening.

It was about halfway into his second can, when his vision was blurring and he found himself laughing for way too long at badly drawn manga panels that he couldn’t quite read through his beer-buzzed vision, that his Mama had made her way out onto the patio behind him, speaking his name in a way that instantly had him believing that he was about to get the scolding of a lifetime.

Instead, his Mama made her way through the door, sliding it shut behind her, and at the edge of the patio, she slipped herself next to her son of over ten years, swinging her legs over the edge. She said nothing for a long time, only letting out a few deep sighs, followed by large inhales that made her sound as if she might be hyperventilating. Then, she reached for the left over can of beer that sat by Eijirou’s thigh, cracked it open, and drank it faster than Eijirou felt should be safe for someone’s health.

They sat in silence a while longer, Mum watching the sky, and Eijirou watching her face as she did. He observed the way his mother’s cheekbones sagged in a fashion they hadn’t five or six years prior. He let his eyes fall upon the deep bags that lay like weights beneath her eyes, dragging her face down even when it was tilted towards the stars. She was tired. Mama had always told him that most writers were. That they gave up so much of themselves in their work, that sometimes it was hard for them to even have the energy to go on living.

That was until they turned their manuscripts in, and before the book tours. There was this brief area of calm between that where he knew his mother grew herself back up from the soil of her own existence. Where she smiled more, ate more, and came out into the sun. She would grow tan and lovely, wrap her arms around Mum and Eijirou and kiss them like she’d never been happier than in that moment. Then, once the dust had settled, she was back in her room, and the cycle would repeat over and over again.

When Eijirou was a child it had always concerned him. Seeing the way his mother’s personality would shift and change. He thought books were evil up until he was nine. He’d refused to go to the library, even at school where he would kick and scream until he was allowed to sit outside with another classmate until everyone else was ready to return to their room. He wouldn’t let his Mama read them to him, nor would he keep them in his bedroom for fear they would eat him like they did his Mum. Books ate your soul, he was sure of it.

He believed this for the longest time. It was only when during one of his Mum’s good periods between the time she turned in the manuscript for Celestial Concrete and the time she started writing Moonlight Rodeo, where her mood was better and she’d eaten enough natto to make her wife and child feel like vomiting, that she sat down with Eijirou, book in hand, and read to him from it like it wasn’t one of the terrible creatures that dragged her into her office and slowly ate her away until she was nothing but a empty shell of who she was.

She actually smiled as she recited him the tales of a boy who had been found by his mother, floating down a river inside a giant peach. Her eyes lit up as she let the words flow between her lips. She made various funny voices for the characters, waved her hands around with the book perched in her lap. Her excitement filled Eijirou and soon he was up, waving his hands with her, giggling as she went. The boy reminded Eijirou of himself, his mother of Eijirou’s Mum. Mum had found and saved him, just like the boy’s mother had found and saved the boy. Even if the boy was given a silly name, and Eijirou’s name was already set in solid by his Mama when he was born.

He was never afraid of books again after that, especially when they were read to him by his Mum, because he finally realised that it wasn’t the books that had been killing her, but the books that had been keeping her alive.

It was hard to think of that now, remember it, and believe it, when his Mum was sitting beside him seeming so worn down and in need of some sleep.

She turned to him slowly, her head falling upon her own shoulder as she blinked at him softly, lips slightly parted, alcohol warming her the same way it had warmed him.

“If your mother was here, she’d kill you, you know…” she spoke quietly, watching him with careful eyes.

“You’re my mother too…are you going to kill me?” Eijirou replied, watching as his Mum digested the words. For a moment, he thought she actually might. He played with the idea that his over-tired author mother, in her sleep deprived insanity, might lean over and strangle him to death for drinking before he was even in high school, let alone under the age of twenty.

She didn’t though; instead she smiled really large, her teeth showing through the split in her large lips, her eyes shining with mirth. She let out a vibrant giggle, one that was infectious enough that Eijirou’s puberty stricken, drunken brain soon followed, laughing out with her until they were both out of breathe and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. It was wonderful in a way, being so close like this. In a way they hadn’t for years. Eijirou never wanted this night to end.

But it did, after a few more beers and catch up rambling about his mother’s new book, school, puberty, his mother’s new annoying as hell publisher, and in the morning they had both woken up on the living room floor, surrounded by beer cans at near lunchtime with Mama standing above them both, her hands on her hips and jaw clenched.

He didn’t drink again until he was seventeen.

Standing at the edge of the dancefloor, Highball in one hand and a shot of vodka in the other, it was hard for Eijirou to ever remember a time where he didn’t drink, where he was unaffected by the intoxicating buzz of fermented rice, grapes and potatoes (yes Mama, he was getting his daily intake of fruits and vegetables). With his head reeling, his fingers buzzing from their tips, all the way down to his toes. Eijirou was on top of the world.

He downed his shot of vodka, finishing off the last of his Highball –he was going to be very sick tomorrow morning, he then made his way back towards the dancefloor in search of Hanta and Denki. It was difficult to find anyone in the mess of moving bodies, and he found himself pausing his search every so often as someone clung to him in want of a dance, and maybe something more.

Eventually though, he caught sight of a head of bleach-blond hair amongst the crowds, swaying to the music, beer bottle in hand. Hanta however, was nowhere to be seen. One was better than none though, so Eijirou made his way over swiftly, wrapping his arms around Denki’s shoulders from behind, squashing his face into his sweaty head of hair in an affectionate greeting.

Denki continued to dance to the music for a while, he even tried once or twice to push his hips back into Eijirou’s –unknowing of the fact that he was currently attached to his best friend and not a complete stranger, only to be thoroughly rejected. After a few more tries at intimate contact, Denki swung himself around quickly, his face pent up in annoyance. The moment he realised it was Eijirou, his expression fell and his cheeks warmed.

“Sorry…didn’t realise it was you…” he yelled out above the beat of the music, pulling himself closer into Eijirou’s arms so that his friend could hear his words with a little more ease.

“’tis okay dude, I’m just glad you’re finally having fun.” Eijirou teased half-heartedly, moving his body to the music as he spoke, holding Denki close to his own body with a pull of his arms around the back of the other boy’s neck.

“Yeah…” Denki replied, but the words were too quiet to here, so Eijirou had reply on his expert lip-reading skills to determine what his friend had just said.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Denki diverting his gaze at this, forcing Eijirou to reach one of his hands around and take a hold of his friend’s jaw, spinning and tilting it so that his eyes could meet Denki’s shooting the younger boy a serious glare.

“You can’t always avoid everything y’know…we’re bros aren’t we? You can talk to me.”

“You’re the last person I want to talk to this about.” The words stung iron hot, digging into Eijirou’s ribs and meeting at his whiskey soaked liver. Fucking ouch.

“Why not, man?” he quarried, trying to sound less hurt than he actually was.

There was a pause, before Denki spoke again.

“Because you wanna fuck the problem.” Denki hissed, venom, tar, poison. It hit Eijirou like a ten tonne truck and fucking wrecked his body to pieces. Collect his parts and build a snowman.

“Bakugou?” Eijirou asked, but he already knew. The look on Denki’s face said everything he needed to hear, words were just going to be salt in his wounds, but Eijirou wasn’t one for infection.

“Nah, the fucking Babadook.” Denki grunted above the beat, glaring directly into Eijirou’s fireball irises, “What do you even like about him?”

Eijirou took a moment to consider the question. It was hard to collect his thoughts together, especially now that he’d been drinking, but at the same time it was also so easy to think of a billion things he could use in response. Bakugou was so many things, so many wonderful things. There wasn’t the time, nor did Denki have the patience to hear them, so he lied.

“Just the superficial stuff…he’s really pretty…and hot…and those things…yeah…” It was a lame response, but he knew for sure that Denki wasn’t up for hearing anything with any actual substance. He had already made it obvious that he didn’t like Bakugou; Eijirou wasn’t ready to form a rift between him and one of his best friends over something like this, not again.

“Lair.” Denki stated immediately, and Eijirou swore he saw him click his tongue, though he couldn’t hear it over the sound of the DJ speaking to the crowd.

“Am not, why would I lie?”

“Because you’re stuck up his ass, like Kyoka, like Hanta too, and Midnight. You’re all stuck up his ass; it’s kind of fucking ridiculous. The guy’s an asshole.” He spoke it with so much conviction, like he was so sure that he was right, that it wasn’t even worth the battle to try and change his mind. Eijirou would do it anyway. Eijirou wouldn’t let this eat Denki away, or himself, or Bakugou, or even Kyoka –seeing this was probably the very same reason she and Denki were currently fighting as well.

“He’s not as bad as he seems. I just think he likes to put up a front.” Eijirou explained, not entirely sure of his words, but sure enough to say them anyway.

“Like N?”

Fucking wham.

K.O.

Eijirou had to pause briefly to think, to try and figure out if he was hurt, or angry, or if he felt nothing at all. He wanted to feel nothing, but with the alcohol doing a 180, then a 45, then a fucking 72 on his moods, he wasn’t sure how he felt at all. He couldn’t even tell if tears were coming. All he knew was that Denki had just hit it where he knew it would hurt, and he wasn’t even aware of what he had done to deserve it. He let his arms around Denki’s shoulders fall.

“Not okay dude…”he yelled out, taking a step back from his friend, watching as the lack of Eijirou’s arms around Denki’s shoulders had Denki’s eyes widening, his body instinctively moving itself forward and closer to Eijirou once again. He knew he had fucked up, but Eijirou was going to let him sleep in it for sure.

“Ei…Ei, I’m sorry, that was really messed up man…I sh-”

“Save it man, I’m gonna go find Hanta…”

The next thing Eijirou knew, Denki’s arms were around his own shoulders, and he was pulling Eijirou in. He wanted to push him away, so he flailed as much as he could amongst the crowd of dancing people, without moving too much as to make a scene. He was about to start telling Denki off, when the warm wetness of lips pressed against his own, and he realised to his own astonishment that Denki was kissing him.

Now Denki and Eijirou had spent their high school years together. They’d grown up together through the weirdest and most confusing stages of teen-hood. They’d been around each other during the periods of questioning sexuality and the onset of intense and uncontrollable hormones. They’d kissed. They’d kissed on a couple different occasions. Even made out once when they were young and horny and didn’t know what the hell they were doing. But this, this was different. This was emotional, and desperate in ways that were unfamiliar. Eijirou could even feel a few tears make their way onto his own cheeks from the canals of Denki’s eyes. This was alcohol, and loneliness, not hormones, or even love. Eijirou knew this for a fact, and it made it both difficult and easy to push Denki away.

“Dee, s-stop…” he panted, forcing Denki back with a rough shove to his chest, staring at his friend as they both panted back their breathing.

“Eiji, I…”

“There you both are! You have no idea how difficult it is to find you guys in here! Please don’t leave me again!” Hanta’s voice cut into the awkward air that had surrounded the pair. Instead of staring back at each other, they were both turning their heads to look at their friend. Lucky enough he hadn’t made a slightly earlier entrance. It didn’t stop Hanta from sensing the weird vibe coming from both the boys though, he paused and watched them carefully, “Everything okay guys?”

“Perfectly fine.” Denki responded, turning in order to meet Eijirou’s gaze once more.

“Never been better.” Eijirou continued, staring back at Denki, trying to read him as well as he could, but the blond soon diverted his gaze again.

“Great…” Hanta muttered sceptically, before grinning over at Eijirou, “But anyways, don’t look now, but your prince charming is making a great escape.”

This caught Eijirou attention, turning his whole body so that he was able to look over to the edge of the bar, where Hanta was currently also looking, and where he knew Bakugou and his group of friends to be. Hanta was right, Bakugou had made his way off his chair, steering himself out from his circle of friends, and was heading off in the direction of where Eijirou knew he would find the bathrooms.

He’d have to leave the Denki situation for later, this was his chance.

When she tilts her head up, Kyoka is to certain she can see the whole universe spread out before her. It starts with the night sky, broad and inviting with twinkling starlight and intricate constellations that are familiar and certain. Vela, Pyxis and Antlia, Leo Minor, Hydra, and Corvus, she could see them from home in the spring time, and she could see them right here, walking towards the dancefloor at SENSATIONS in the late hours of a Saturday Evening in Shinjuku.

As she continues to move, her hand pressed deeply into that of Momo Yaoyorozu, fingers slipping through the gaps of her own and settling there like they belong, Kyoka swore that she saw the universe take a step back just so it could lay witness to this event.

The sky spread further out now. It wasn’t just stars, but planets and moons. She could see Venus in all her glory –a fiery ball of carbon dioxide and sulfuric acid, burning brilliantly within the sky. She is an astounding 261 million kilometres away in reality, but tonight Kyoka felt as if she was right over ahead, resting in a sea of shimmering light above the dancefloor. The meaning for her name was undeniable as she bled her beauty across the ocean of people surrounding. She was the second most alluring thing in sight.

The universe spread out further, past the sun, past all known and unknown existing planets and stars of our solar system and all at once Kyoka was crashing through the waves of the Milky Way, caught up in the splendour of everything it had to offer. She was starlight and cosmic dust. She was surrounded by a world so many light years away that it would have no idea that she even existed yet. It would have no idea about Electric Moment, or SENSATIONS, or Momo Yaoyorozu, or even Japan. Nothing would have happened yet out here in the clusters of stars so far away that they are probably already dead. From back on earth all that could be seen of them was the beaming residual light of what was once their existence, but out here they were long gone –having consumed themselves from the inside-out. It should have been terrifying, but in a way if gave Kyoka comfort.

Most things within the universe had already happened. There was a course for almost everything and there was no way around it. From earth you could see stars long imploded and dead. From earth you could see parts of the universe so old that our brains couldn’t even begin to fathom how far back we would have to reach to see them in their original glory. From out here in the universe, so many millions of trillions of kilometres away, nothing upon Earth has happened yet. Kyoka hasn’t been born and she hasn’t completely fucked everything up. This world was probably just an empty canvas, ready to be painted upon by time and growth and expansion.

Kyoka would have been happy to float around in this cosmos forever, ignoring everything that has happened so far, pretending she was merely another one of the stars, staring down at a world that has yet to be established, but she’s not. Kyoka is here, on the floor of a club in Tokyo, holding the hand of a woman so beautiful she puts both the Goddess named Venus and her mother the sun to shame, and for once, Kyoka didn’t feel so worthless.

She had to come back to reality though, so she chose to ground herself, blinking a few times to rid herself of the stars and instead focusing on the warmth of Yaomomo’s body next to her own. She was still pretty tipsy, enough to keep away the nerves, but not enough to cloud her judgement, not like before.

Kyoka had never understood the meaning of the phrase “Drunk Courage”, but she did now. The way she had so easily approached Yaomomo, how on top of the world she’d seemed at the time. The way she felt right now, she knew what it meant to be numb to all her fears –and she didn’t regret it in the slightest.

“Yaomomo, is this your first time coming to SENSATIONS?” Kyoka could tell, by the way the other girls eyes kept pivoting around the room, watching everything with a wondrous curiosity –like everything was so new and exciting.

There was a long pause before anyone spoke again. For a moment Kyoka assumed that the question had gone over Yaomomo’s head that she’d been too distracted to hear it correctly, or at all. That was until she was caught by dark eyes, a timid smile pulling upon Yaomomo’s lips. Kyoka’s tummy did a couple strange summersaults within its confines.

“Actually Kyoka-san, this is the first time I’ve ever really been out at all…I’ve never been to a club before tonight…” she spoke it like facts, but hesitant ones, as if she was embarrassed to even admit it. In the end, the high rise of a flush upon her cheeks and the shy way that Yaomomo diverted her gaze only worked to make her appear even more beautiful.

“First time, huh? Well then I’m assuming by saying you could dance, a pretty girl like you meant something like the Waltz.” It was teasing, coming from Kyoka with the beginnings of a laugh, pulling a cheeky grin upon her features. At first Yaomomo appeared embarrassed, like Kyoka was making fun of her, but it didn’t take her long to catch on that it was simply playful banter. She laughed back.

“Well…I’m not sure my father would really call what’s happening here…dancing…” Yaomomo replied, delicate fingers reaching up to graze her own lips, eyes flickering around the room in shy observation.

“Not going to lie, I wouldn’t really call it that either.”

They both laughed at this, their hands never having left each other’s as Kyoka continued to pull them both backwards through the crowd. Once she found a spot with a little more space, somewhere she believed Yaomomo may feel slightly more comfortable, she allowed her other hand to slip up. She held it, open palmed towards Yaomomo, doing her best impersonation of someone who actually had some decent manners. She bowed –she probably should have curtsied, though she wasn’t sure there were actually any rules when it came to gays and courtship. Was Yaomomo even queer, or was this all friendly to her? If this was any other night that wasn’t one fuelled by alcohol, Kyoka would have let that thought consume her, but for now, she shoved it aside.

“May I have the honour of this dance, Yaomomo-sama?” Kyoka chimed, ducking her head down, but peaking over her brow in order to gauge Yaomomo’s reaction. It was dorky, she knew, but from the way Yaomomo giggled, slipping her hands within Kyoka’s own, she knew it had gone down well.

“Oh well, I would be graciously honoured Jirou-san.” It was so naturally polite that Kyoka almost bounced back. The way Yaomomo had rolled Jirousent shudders down her spine.

Kyoka rose herself up, the thick fabric of her jeans hem digging into her side. It was hot in here, and the denim was heavy. She should have worn tights.

Yaomomo’s outfit however, hadn’t changed much from the last time she had seen her at the concert. She still wore her flowing white skirt, which now up close Kyoka could tell was made of layers of shear chevron and an underskirt of what was assumed to be pure silk. Her cardigan was gone now, probably discarded with her bag and hopefully held onto by one of her friends, or the coat-guard out front. This left an amble view of her smooth, white upper arms and shoulders, which ducked beneath the very same black-slip top from before. Up close Kyoka could now tell just how far the cut-out in the front ventured. Without Yaomomo continuously adjusting it like she had witnessed her doing from the balcony earlier, the fabric now dipped low, and Kyoka swore she could see the outline of a simply black bra. Kyoka’s faced reddened, and she forced her gaze up.

She was greeted with Yaomomo’s own gaze, timid, yet somewhat happy. Kyoka liked to think that her current actions had something to do with that. Continuing on with her playful façade, Kyoka reached to place one hand upon Yaomomo’s hip, tilting her head in an inquisitive fashion, “Is this okay?” far too embarrassed to say it aloud. Yaomomo nodded her head carefully, pink high upon her cheekbones, but they both played it off with giggles as Yaomomo reached to place her corresponding hand upon Kyoka’s shoulder. The height difference was kind of awkward at first, but Kyoka couldn’t bring it in herself to care.

They began to move like this, dancing around each other in the most formal way possible, but closer than they would at an event that required it. At one point Kyoka’s hand had gone from Yaomomo’s hip, to the small of her back, and Yaomomo had chosen to wrap her arms around Kyoka’s shoulders, giggling excitedly as they moved slowly to the fast paced music. To everyone else they probably looked like idiots, but in their own little world this was the best time of their lives.

“You know Kyoka-san, from the moment you entered the stage earlier, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you…” Yaomomo confessed suddenly, quietly, spoken against Kyoka’s ear in order for her to hear it above the beat of the bass and tremble, “It was the first time I’d ever seen a band live…but I knew instantly that you were special…”

Kyoka wasn’t sure how to respond, her entire body was growing warm from the inside-out, and as she pulled Yaomomo closer, listening to the girl bleed sweet compliments against the shell of her ear, she considered briefly if she was back in the sky again, a star on its way to implosion. Maybe she would cease to exist right here, and she wouldn’t even have to care, because the last thing she heard was the sound of Momo Yaoyorozu whispering, “I’ve never met someone like you before Kyoka-san…”.

Femme Fatale.

Katsuki Bakugou was a pretty straight forward of kind guy -at least he liked to believe that of himself. So when the group had decided they were going to go clubbing after the concert, he didn’t even try to pretend that he didn’t need it. It’s been a long time since Katsuki has let himself relax, let himself be anything but fully together and outlandishly organized. School was hard, and now he was also shouldering the responsibility of being a part of this band.

This band, Electric Moment. Tonight had felt like something so completely insane that he didn’t even know where to start. He’d been on stage before, sure. He’d played in front of people at bars around Roppongi more times that he could count. It helped him release a lot of his feelings, the ones that brewed themselves inside him and couldn’t be released with anything but music. This, however, this was something different.

Standing upon the stage, even as someone who wasn’t truly himself, surrounded by other people –even if they were kind of losers, that had the same very feelings that he did, it made a difference. Tonight had made a difference. Everything felt so different within his body. Like his back was straighter, his words were clearer, the fire that was constantly aflame within his chest was mellowed just enough that for once he didn’t feel as if the smoke that flowed through his oesophagus like a chimney, wasn’t suffocating him from within.

It was bizarre sensation. So much so that even sitting around in a circle with Deku’s new little Boyfriend Brigade had stopped irritating him after around his third drink. This was whatever, this was fine, because all that mattered was that soon enough he would be able to perform again, stand on that stage again, let it all go like it had tonight. That’s the truth that kept him high even now, far after he had exited the stage and put down his guitar.

This would happen again.

He would feel this all again.

It was another four drinks in, when people started discussing his hair colour directly in front of him, and he didn’t have the energy to snap back quite as ruthlessly as he normally would, that he decided it was time he took a well-deserved breather. Katsuki loved his friends a lot, but even Deku’s new boyfriend who he had initially taken as the quiet and brooding type, was starting to yell over the sound of the music and the rowdy people around him, clinging to Deku like he was the best thing to ever happen to this world. Disgusting.

Pushing himself up, Bakugou was quick to make an exit before someone like Ochako or Mina really had the chance to complain, or try and hold him back. They were both as equally annoying as each other and how he ended up with both of them was beyond even his comprehension. Sometimes he swore his magnetism for annoying people was simply an equalising trait that sat alongside his intelligence and musical talent, you know, just to keep him grounded.

His destination was the bathroom, where he knew he’d be able to lock himself inside one of the stalls for a while, try and ignore the not-so-subtle noises coming from the one beside him, and take a few breathes before the concept of being out in public overwhelmed his brain too much and he would become queasy. He didn’t want to throw up. He’d already been forced to mix his usual drinks with a mix of others by Ochako, who believed shared shots were the way to growing friendship, and from a few that had been purchased for him by unnamed individuals who clearly couldn’t take the hint that he wasn’t interested.

Katsuki was currently decked out in a tight pair of dark-wash blue jeans, accompanied by a plain, black V-neck with its sleeves rolled up to reveal the defined crease of his biceps –even if he wasn’t the biggest dude around, Katsuki like to at least thing that he looked a little good in a shirt like this. He’d let his hair run wild, not bothering to do much with it after letting it loose from his wig cap earlier. His scalp had stopped itching long ago, but he didn’t want to risk trying to tie it up and having it become an annoying point of sweaty interest again.

The bathrooms at SENSATIONS were pushed far out of the way of the main club, along deep corridors and winding hallways, that he’s surprised aren’t more confusing for drunken people to manoeuvre than they would be if they’d just stuck them in a more convenience place. Not that it was easy to get lost anyway, not with people littering the halls and the line for the women’s bathroom leading almost all the way out onto the dancefloor. Thank god for having a dick.

Once he’d hit the bathroom, he was thankful for the fact that it was nearly empty, besides the one couple who were leaning against one of the sinks, his hands up her dress and their lips pressing to each other’s bodies in places that really weren’t appropriate for out in the open. It was the bathroom though, and he himself was kind of horny as hell, so he cut the pair some slack and didn’t bother to say anything as he made his way past them to the urinals, his fly coming down quickly and his back arching in euphoria at the sudden release of the arching pressure that had been on his bladder for nearly twenty minutes.

The girl out of the pair of sink-top individuals must have been more sober than the guy, because it didn’t take long for her to come to her senses enough for her to usher him from the bathroom with a quiet squeal of “Oh my gosh how long has that guy been there??”. Katsuki snickered under his breath as they made their way out, shaking his matted blond hair in the air, relishing the cool rush against the skin of his forehead as he did so.

He took the newfound silence as an opportunity to try and clear his head. He thought back to the performance again, but made the reminiscent period only brief at best. He’d already been thinking about it all night, and the longer he did, the more his body ached for the next opportunity to do it again. He wouldn’t let himself be eager, wouldn’t let himself crave it, so instead he thought about Kirishima.

In hindsight, thinking about Kirishima while he was pissing probably wasn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever done, but it was top ten status for sure. He couldn’t bring himself to stop though, not once he did. He recalled the way Kirishima had looked on stage, with his wig flying about and his fingers moving along the string of his bass. He remembered the way he’d kept swapping from holding the guitar the way he felt most comfortable, and the way that Katsuki had taught him how.

He thought back to the way it had felt having Kirishima all over him back stage, his hands roaming over Katsuki’s skin, his words rolling off his tongue as if he was singing them, breathing them, living them. “Awesome Katsuki. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.” Katsuki didn’t need compliments, he knew he was awesome, but damn for some reason they felt so good coming from Kirishima.

Kirishima with his stupid red hair that was surprised hadn’t prevented him from getting a job at that stupid hipster café. Kirishima that was nice to everyone for absolutely no other reason than the fact that he was an idiot and for some reason he basically got off on seeing other people smile. Kirishima who was pretty much 24/7 happy and smiling and so fucking beautiful that Katsuki had to control himself around him. Kirishima with his dumb fashion sense and his muscular body and his need to wear Katsuki’s jacket everywhere and not even think about returning it. Katsuki could ask for it back, but at this point he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to.

Stupid, beautiful Kirishima, who he couldn’t even have, because Katsuki knew for a damn fact that he didn’t deserve him. Someone like Kirishima, he wasn’t the sort of person who should be tarnished by someone like Katsuki, no matter how badly he arched for him.

The sound of the bathroom door swinging open behind him had Katsuki shaking himself from his thoughts. He cleared himself up enough to be comfortable, and pulled his pants back around his waist, securing them before attempting to turn around. He wasn’t able to turn around though, not with the sudden force of a hand upon the top of his head, and the sensation of someone running the tip of what he assumed was their finger along the back of his neck. There was a chuckle, a deep one, and suddenly Katsuki had realised exactly what it was that had caught this guy’s attention, and his body was immediately in survival mode. Stupid decisions he made when he was eighteen, and now he was damn well paying for them even now.

Katsuki forced himself back, causing the person behind him to stumble back also, just as Katsuki spun himself around. He took a good look at the guy before him. He was huge, at least a foot taller than Katsuki, brought and muscly all over, but not in a Kirishima way, in a Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, I will fuck you up, kind of way. It sent a shiver from the base of his spine all the way to the very spot the guy had been touching only moments earlier –but Katsuki wouldn’t show any weakness.

Katsuki stood himself as straight as he could; pushing his shoulders back confidently as he stared up at the guy, rolling his eyes and scrunching up his nose in distaste. He’d let him know that he wasn’t interested, not to fuck with him. He’d fight him if he had too, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fought a guy in his own self defence, and though this time he might actually lose, he kept his ground anyway.

He said nothing, moving to weave his way around the guy, who still seemed pretty shocked that Katsuki had pushed him back in the first place, clearly this guy wasn’t use to be told “No.”

“Hey, hey, cutie, where are you heading off to so quickly?” the guy slurred drunkenly, reaching to take a hold of Katsuki’s forearm, tugging him back with force.

“Nowhere with you, fucking asshole.” Katsuki growled, nearly baring his teeth. He wasn’t going to let some muscled meathead intimidate him.

“Oh? But you haven’t even given me a chance just yet…” he spoke it with a smirk, his lips quirking up at the sides and his eyes narrowing as they made their way over every inch of Katsuki’s body. He clenched his teeth, pulling his own gaze to the side, and tugging at his own arm in an attempt to release it.

“Not interested.”

“I don’t quite think you understand what I’m telling you here blondie.” The guy pipes up again; moving to take hold of the wrist of Katsuki’s other arm, holding it high above Katsuki’s head. He stared down at him, eyes bloodshot and kind of drowsy. Katsuki was surprised the guy could even read in this kind of state.

“Let. Me. Go. Fuckface.” He snapped, shaking against the force of the man’s touch, snarling up at him and even choosing to spit directly into his face. He knew it probably wasn’t the best idea. Knew that it would probably only prove to make the guy mad, but there was nothing that Katsuki hated more than being manhandled, and he wasn’t going to take this situation with a grain-of-salt.

“Bit fucking mouthy aren’t you? Best I put that mouth to so-“

The door to the bathroom was flung open a little too enthusiastically that Katsuki almost guessed that the drunken sink couple from earlier were back, and part of him almost flooded with relief, that was until he turned his head and noticed who was really standing in the doorway.

It was Kirishima, with his eyes wide and signature read spikes thrown up in a ponytail at the top of his head. His shoulders were bare, flushed pink like his cheeks, exposed by the sleeveless fall of a baggy-white tank top. He was wearing the same pair of torn-up skinny jeans that Katsuki recognised from a time before; a time where Kirishima wasn’t standing in the doorway of a club bathroom having just walked in on Katsuki five seconds away from becomes He Man’s fucking fleshlight. This was the very last person he wanted to see walk through the door.

“What the heck is going on here?” Kirishima questioned, his voice already vaguely irritated, and almost entirely worried. Every voice inside Katsuki’s mind was on high alert. Save him. Protect him. Send him away. Tell Kirishima to go away. Protect him.

“Shitty Hai-“ Katsuki began, only to be knees roughly in the abdomen by the stranger before he was able to finish talking.

“None of your business Red, now fuck off, we’re busy.” The guy growled, only half paying attention to Kirishima as he moved to further push Katsuki out of view, towards the nearest stall where they wouldn’t be disturbed.

There were no words next, no sound of yelling, or Kirishima in all his good-natured glory trying to calm the guy down so that they can sit and have a cup of tea and try to sort of whatever issue was currently going on. No. The only thing that happened next was that before Katsuki could be shoved into the bathroom stall, he was dropped, causing him to stumble backwards towards the nearest wall, which just so happened to be the one nearest the door, and he stared.

Stared down at the flailing form of the large man who had just attacked him, the guy’s blood quickly making its way from somewhere upon his face to the grimly bathroom floor beneath him. He stared at the way Kirishima backed himself away from the situation, his fist still clenched tightly, covered in said guys blood and possibly other bodily liquids. Kirishima had just hit him. His Kirishima. The very same Kirishima that had just told him not long ago that he’d never fought with anyone in his entire life. The same Kirishima that smiled softly at little old ladies and bought Katsuki bitter coffees instead of candy, because he knew Katsuki hated sweet stuff. Kirishima had just hit a guy, to protect Katsuki.

“W-What the fuck Shitty-Hair?!” Katsuki screamed out in shock, his eyes wide as they moved from the guy on the ground, to Kirishima –who was now facing him, his face just as shocked as Katsuki assumed his own to be.

“You told me that I should use the strength I have, didn’t you?!” was his response, and Katsuki thought back to the day at the café where Katsuki said he shouldn’t let people push him around and that if he needed to he should protect himself. He hadn’t been protecting himself though. The guy would have let Kirishima go if he wanted to, he was going to let him. No, Kirishima had protected Katsuki.

“Not against the Incredible-Fucking-Hulk, dumbass!” Katsuki screeched, just as the guy pushed himself to his feet, taking an immediately swing at Kirishima and catching him buy the right eye, smacking him right against the skin and bone, sending Kirishima flying backwards and in to Katsuki’s arms.

“Shit! Fuck you dude! That fucking kills!” Kirishima screamed out, hand reaching up to cup at his damaged face.

Katsuki panicked. He knew if they stayed here, even with the two of them there was no way they were ever going to be able to take down a guy like that. So instead, he reached to grip at Kirishima’s free hand, the one that wasn’t clutching his eye, and began to tug, yelling frantically as he did so.

“Fucking run!”

They did. Kirishima recovered far quicker than Katsuki felt like most people would, and as soon as Katsuki had said it, he took off running by Katsuki’s side, their fingers looped together like some kind of lifeline. He wasn’t sure if it was slowing them down, he’s probably sure it was, but at this point he didn’t care. He wasn’t letting go of Kirishima, not for anything.

They made their way through the bustle of the club. Things were still in full swing, which made it difficult for them to weave their way through the masses of bodies, but eventually they both saw the door. They pushed themselves past people who were making their way in, slipping through an existing group and out onto the sidewalk. If they had stopped there, they probably would have been caught, because it wasn’t too far up the road before they heard the guy come barrelling past the bouncers, yelling up the road as he chased the pair down the street.

This wasn’t good. If they go caught this guy was probably going to commit capital M fucking Murder, and Mina would have to explain to both their sets of parents how Kirishima and Katsuki had died after a night of heavy drinking and a confrontation that involved sweet little Kirishima laying his fists into some near-rapist that had the hots for Katsuki. His mother would dig up his corpse, and re-kill him just for good measure.

The worst thing about Shinjuku Station is that if you didn’t know what the hell you were doing it was pretty damn easy to get lost in it. When Katsuki had first moved here he could recall hours spent roaming around each platform, reading every sign, just trying to figure out what the hell he was doing, because absolutely NO OTHER STATION HAD THIS MANY OPTIONS.

The best thing about Shinjuku Station, is that if you didn’t know what the hell you were doing it was pretty damn easy to get lost in it, so once they’d swung themselves around enough corners, and Katsuki was pretty damn sure he knew he was making his way to the platform that would take him right to Kirishima’s home stop, his heart eased a little when he was pretty sure he knew how he could save both their asses.

Tugging Kirishima down a shallow flight of stairs, he pulled the both of them around the edge of a conveniently placed vending machine just as the guy made his way down another set of stairs and slammed himself roughly onto the concrete of the platform at the adjacent end to his targets. The train pulled up, and although other passengers began to pile off-and-on, Katsuki merely pulled Kirishima close to him. He had one arm wrapped around Kirishima’s waist, his fingers pressing roughly into the skin of his belly, more than he probably should have been, but he was nervous and all he could thing about was keeping the both of them hidden. His other hand was up and wrapped around Kirishima’s mouth, lips pressed against the shell of his ear.

If it wasn’t for the impending doom lurking not too far away, Katsuki was pretty sure he might even get flustered. Their bodies were pressed close together, Kirishima’s back to his front. They weren’t that different when it came to their height, so it didn’t take notice –even amongst the adrenaline, that Kirishima’s ass was pressing right up against his crotch. He was better than this. Katsuki had more control than this.

“Talk now Spikes, and we die…” Katsuki whispered quietly, holding Kirishima’s back as closely to his front as he could manage. If he was going to die, it wasn’t going to be here, and it wasn’t going to be because Kirishima decided to spontaneously grow some balls.

Kirishima nodded his head slowly; his own hand grazing across the front of Katsuki’s that still lie digging into the boy’s abdomen. Katsuki could see Kirishima closing his eyes, noticed the way the reddened area around his right one was already flowering in with various shades of purple and blue.

“Now…just as the doors begin to close on the train…we are going to make a run for it, do you understand?” Katsuki had already planned it all out in his head. They’d run just as the train doors were closing, jump on before the guy could notice, and they were home free, but they had to both be completely on board for this to work. Kirishima nodded at his words.

“Don’t fuck up…” he added quickly, pressing his face as closely to Kirishima’s as he could, preventing anyone outside their own bubble from hearing them speak. It was an intimacy that in any other situation would be embarrassing, and even now Katsuki had to fight back a strange feeling in his intestines.

A happy tune began to play through the platform speakers, and soon following it the doors to the train gradually began to close. It was in that moment that Katsuki’s hands went flying. His grip upon Kirishima loosened and without any further words they both sprinted their way towards the door. Their assailant must have noticed them, because almost as soon as they started moving, his booming voice began to follow them.

For a moment, Katsuki considered what might happen if they didn’t make it, but before he was able to finish that thought, he was across the doorway threshold, Kirishima barrelling in just after him, running into Katsuki’s own body with a cheeky grin and arms wrapped around his shoulders. The doors closed behind him, and the last thing he saw before the train began to move, was the guy who had attacked him, still bleeding from the nose and screaming out things that neither of the boys could hear through the closed doors. Kirishima waved, his smile held high as he frantically and playfully said his farewells to their pursuer.

Katsuki’s heart was still thumping against his chest as they made their way along the expanse of the near-empty train car. There was next to no one else inside bar a pair of drowsily drunk thirty-something woman sitting up the other end, and an elderly looking businessman in a suit who slept soundly with a book placed over his face, head tilted back as he resting himself from his long day of doing god-knows-what until two in the morning on a Saturday evening.

Both he and Kirishima were still panting as the red head flopped himself into a seat. Katsuki, who was still too adrenaline stricken to sit, flopped himself in front of the other, holding his weight up with a grip on the hand-grip above their heads. Katsuki ducked his face down, eyes closed as he tried for a long time to catch his breathe. His heart was still racing, and he wasn’t entirely sure that what had just happened wasn’t a drunken dream he was having on the bathroom floor of SENSATIONS after being violated by that creep.

“You okay, Bakugou?” he voice came between his thoughts, just as worn as his, but maybe still a little drunken.

“Yeah…yeah I’m good…Shitty Hair…” Katsuki let his eyes flicker open, he looked down at Kirishima, who was watching him with a bright smile that looked so painful to perform with the way it was squishing his reddened brow bone to his bruising cheekbone.

“Sorry about all that, guess…I just had a little pent up aggression stored inside, maybe you were right…” Kirishima muttered quickly, his fingers scratching at the back of his neck. He looked a little upset at himself, but somewhat proud. Katsuki wasn’t sure how he felt just yet.

“Yeah well…maybe next time you should try picking on someone a little more your size, hey idiot?”

Kirishima only laughed, slumping himself forward, his head falling against Katsuki’s abdomen, just above his crotch. Katsuki felt his face warm, chin tilting up in hopes that Kirishima wouldn’t notice it.

“I wasn’t gonna let him go and hurt you…that guy…what the hell even was that…”

Katsuki scowled down towards the crown of Kirishima’s head. It was embarrassing enough that he’d gotten himself into the situation in the first place. It was even more embarrassing that Kirishima had caught him at his weakest. He hadn’t been fighting back, not really, not with anything but words and the fire of his eyes. He hadn’t been caught struggling physically against his aggressor, which was nothing if not humiliating. Not only had Kirishima had to protect him, but Kirishima felt like he had to protect him.

All because of a stupid tattoo.

Katsuki let a deep growl escape from the basin of his throat, quiet enough that the others in their car probably hadn’t heard it, but loud enough that he knew Kirishima would. He didn’t want to appear weak, nor did he want Kirishima to feel as if he had ever needed any of his protection. Nor would he admit to himself that he was the least bit grateful.

“It’s what happens when teenage angst doesn’t die at your High School graduation ceremony…” Katsuki admitted gruffly, his eyes focused upon the shifting blur of lights that passed along the expanse of the train windows. Even when he felt Kirishima’s weight lift from his belly, he refused to make eye contact.

“Huh?” Kirishima replied dumbly, dragging the last syllable for as long as his drunken mind felt the need. The sound was liquid thin from his tongue, hitting Katsuki’s fiery body with a clearly noticeable hiss –even if Katsuki was the only one to hear it.

Katsuki felt stupid now; he wished he’d never even mentioned it. It was the heat of the moment, the buzz of the unanswered question, the brew of gin and vodka and lime mixed around in his blood stream that sent his brain haywire and convinced him that Kirishima had needed to know, though he clearly understood now that he didn’t. This didn’t stop his mouth though, nor his body, that seemed to be working two steps ahead of his brain.

Katsuki dropped his head forward, half out of exhaustion, and half because it was easier to show Kirishima that say the words aloud. His head lulled forward, silver chains around his neck dangling before him, falling enough that their cool metal grazed his flushed cheeks and the damp skin by the edges of his eyes. He hung himself limply from the overhead handles, letting himself hand there like a marionette puppet, displaying the nape of his neck to Kirishima in a strangely out-of-character presentation of compliance.

There, sitting flush against the neck, its roots flowing and tangling through multiple layers of skin, seeping deep into his body like a scar, dark as the day he’d received it, was a simple character tattoo. お釜, O-Kama –fag, queer, disappointment, easy, a mess, it meant a lot of things, but its closest synonym at the time it had been etched there had been ‘Katsuki Bakugou’. It should have been embarrassing, showing this to Kirishima. He knew it was probably off-putting, and most probably made him appear weaker than he already was, but it didn’t matter, not anymore, not now that Kirishima had seen him at his weakest. Flame nearly burnt out, cold, like the way he had been when he’d first asked the artist to permanently brand him with the title he’d heard so many times walking down the street, hand in hand with his current lover of choice. If tonight was heading in this direction, who was Katsuki to stop it?

Slowly, wordlessly, Katsuki rose himself back up. He tried to keep his face as level as he could manage. Stone, to hold in the flames, like always. When he blinked his eyes back from the dizziness they’d encountered on his head’s way back up, he took the chance to look down at Kirishima, who merely stared back, head tilted slightly to the side, eyes curious, lips pouted. He looked like a confused puppy, but his expression didn’t include any of the mixture of things he thought he would see when he came back up –disappointment, disgust, pity.

“That’s…a pretty harsh word to have tattooed on your neck…” Kirishima mumbled, clearly unsure of how to respond.

“It was a dumb mistake, when I was a kid…I was young…just arrived in Tokyo. It had been a few months and…” Katsuki hissed at the edge of his words, shaking them off with the tussle of his head, “Forget it, it’s not important, but that’s why that guy…did what he did…s’pose he assumed it was some kind of invitation…”

“That’s bullshit.” Kirishima snapped suddenly, and it shouldn’t have been a shock to hear someone no younger than him cuss, but for some reason when it was Kirishima the concept almost felt foreign.

“Huh?” It was Katsuki’s turn to be confused.

“Doesn’t matter why you have it, or where it is. Doesn’t mean shit. It’s your body, and nothing but your explicit words should be any sort of invitation. That guy was just being an asshole.”

Katsuki wasn’t sure how to react for a moment. He’d never picked Kirishima to be the type of person to snap so harshly over something like that. Then again, he’d also never picked Kirishima as the type to deck a guy in the face in a nightclub bathroom. Kirishima was full of surprises, though his noble attitude really wasn’t one of them.

“Yeah well…we got again didn’t we? So let’s just fucking drop it okay, Shitty-Hair?”

Silence fell between them, long and drawn, like the pause between songs at the concert when the crowd is silent and the band are just taking the brief time to eat it up, to live in the quiet of the room, to dissolve themselves in the spectators anticipation. Then Kirishima began to laugh, quietly, as not to disturb the other passengers –ever the polite individual, even when he was stone-cold drunk off his ass.

“It…felt good y’know…to hit him…I was just…just so mad…after I’d spent to long trying to work up the courage to even come after you…to see him like that…with his hands…” Kirishima began to mutter, it was muddled and disoriented by the liquor, and he spoke more with waves of his hands than actual words. He refused to make eye contact, right until the very end, when he decided to look up, his cheeks ablaze and his eyelids drowsy, “Heh…sorry…forget I said anything…”

But Katsuki couldn’t, and although he knew this was most probably just the drunken ramblings of a guy who had spent too much time at the bar and took little time at a drink fountain, Katsuki still felt his insides bubble with uncontrollable want. A want that he pushed down almost immediately, attempting to smother it in flames.

“Man…I’m so wrecked, and I have a class at ten A.M. tomorrow, this is gonna majorly suck…” Kirishima whined softly, changing the subject as quickly as it had come. He pushed himself back, fingers smoothing through the loose sections of hair near his forehead that had fallen from his ponytail, pushing them back from his face. The edge of his shirt rode up slightly, displacing to Katsuki a timid sliver of bare skin, just shy of Kirishima’s waistband. It was distracting, Katsuki diverted his eyes.

“Dumbass.” Katsuki grumbled in response, rolling his eyes along the line of his own lashes, giving them somewhere to peer that wasn’t at Kirishima’s abdomen.

“Hey, it’s not like it’s my fault! Not really…Midnight tries to work things out so that our classes and concerts don’t fall close together, but it’s hard…and like…we went away for a while so I think she’s kind of pissed and wants to see us suffer…” Kirishima repositioned himself in his seat, leaning forward once again; forcing his shirt to bunch-up around what was once his exposed skin.

“You didn’t have to drink.” Katsuki accused, blinking down at his bandmate like it was the most obvious solution in the world, because it was. If Kirishima knew he had class in the morning, he shouldn’t have come out after the show to drink, or he should have been wiser about his consumption. Studies were important, though it wasn’t that surprising to Katsuki that Kirishima wasn’t the type to take his seriously.

“Didn’t have to drink? Dude! It was our first show back, which would have been like…a mortal sin or something…” Kirishima responded, flabbergasted by Katsuki’s accusations, though he still made sure to keep his tone low enough that his enthusiastic words stayed only between the pair of them.

Katsuki wasn’t sure how to response, so he chose to stay quiet, letting his eyes drift back over to the continuous movement of the lights of the city that glided along outside the window. They’d stopped at multiple stations already, and in the back of his mind Katsuki was very aware that the next stop would be Kirishima’s. It was nearly three in the morning, but the city beyond the glass was still alive, still moving, changing ever second. Maybe Katsuki was beginning to change too.

Katsuki felt himself instinctively jolt as the warm pressure of Kirishima’s head made its way back to his body. His eyes cast down, staring at the choppy, red ponytail that sat like a miniature palm tree in Katsuki’s view. It stared at him, mocked him from below. ‘He’s touching you, so close, so very close and you can’t do anything about it.’ Damn Kirishima and his stupidly clingy nature.

“Ten…Ten A.M. isn’t even that early. I have classes’ way earlier than that. You should be well up by that time of the day anyway…” Katsuki spoke, attempting to distract himself from the feeling of Kirishima’s forehead pressing against the area just above his belt.

“Mm…why doesn’t that surprise me? You’re so reliable Bakugou…so diligent…my mother’s would die to have a son like you…” Kirishima spoke sleepily, his words muffled against the fabric of Katsuki’s shirt, “You should call me in the morning…wake me up for class…”

Katsuki reached his hand up for a moment, with the intention of pressing his fingers through the cascading stray hairs that fell down the slope of Kirishima’s neck, he caught himself though, pulling his hand back, and listening to Kirishima’s words. What a completely laughable concept. Katsuki Bakugou, calling Eijirou Kirishima in the early hours of the morning, listening to the sound of Kirishima’s tired drawl as his body unwound itself from sleep, his body tangled in his covers.

Instead of saying any of that, instead of laughing in Kirishima’s face like he should have, instead Katsuki simply stated, “I don’t have your number.”

This caught Kirishima’s attention again, but instead of moving himself from Katsuki’s form, instead, he chose to press his face further against him, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s waist. It confused Katsuki at first, but soon he felt the sensation of Kirishima’s fingers gliding along the round of his ass through his jeans –an action that had his heart racing quickly in its place, then he felt Kirishima dip his fingers low into the depth of his left pocket, fishing from it, his phone.

Kirishima rolled his head to the side, keeping it resting against Katsuki as he held the device in front of his face. He didn’t ask before unlocking it, it wasn’t like there was a password anyway. There wasn’t much anyone could find on there that would be all that shocking to them, or to him, but it didn’t stop Katsuki feeling the tiniest tad nervous as Kirishima flicked through the multiple screens of apps, until he came to his contacts. Kirishima swiftly opened it, and immediately began typing in his details, even going as far as it snap a silly picture of himself, the side of his face still dug against Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki observed at Kirishima dialled his own number from Katsuki’s phone, letting it ring a few times, just long enough for his own device to recognise the call, before he was hanging up, and moving to replace the phone back into the same pocket that he had taken it from moments ago.

It was now that Kirishima chose to finally lift his head from Katsuki’s form, though, and Katsuki swore this wasn’t just his imagination running wild, Kirishima appeared reluctant about having to press himself back into his seat. He pulled his own phone out, smiling down at Katsuki’s number that now appeared displayed on the screen as a missed call. He unlocked it –with a passcode and proceeded to add the number into his own contacts. When he went to take a picture of Katsuki however, the blond immediately turned his head to the side, preventing a clear shot, but Kirishima took a photo anyways and even seemed pleased with the result as he added it to the new contact information.

“Now we have each other’s numbers.” Kirishima annoyed proudly, grinning brightly up at Katsuki with a blinding set of razor fangs for teeth. It was such a simple thing to be so excited over, but Katsuki was slowly learning that such simple things appeared to mean close to the world to Kirishima. Stupid.

“I hope you know this means I’m waking you up at, at least eight.” Katsuki announced, staring down at Kirishima with another one of his stony expressions. He wouldn’t let Kirishima know that he ever affected him, “And if your dumb ass doesn’t wake up that’s not my fucking problem.”

Kirishima continued to grin up at him, despite Katsuki’s words, despite the robotic announcement that regurgitated that they would soon be arriving at Kirishima’s station. The train began to slow, Katsuki could feel the way the wheels shuddered along the track as they hissed and squealed their way to a stop. A tune began to play, a different one this time, and the doors to Katsuki’s left slowly slid their way open. It was late, so no one was there waiting to enter the train, Kirishima pulled himself from his seat and for some reason, Katsuki found himself following Kirishima to the door.

Kirishima slipped out, swirling himself happily upon his feet so that he could once again face Katsuki. His hands were behind his back, legs pressed together in a way that made him appear, almost, cute.

“Thanks for riding with him home Bakugou, you’re kind of a real gentleman behind that whole tough-guy act, huh?” Kirishima spoke, but it didn’t sound teasing, even if Katsuki felt like he was teasing him. He sounded honest, which in a way might have been worse.

Something growled deep within Katsuki’s body. Fire. It was always fire. Flames starting small and rising from deep within his bowls. He felt them heat their way up his neck, the flesh there warm and pink from the burn. It made its way to his cheeks.

“Yeah, whatever, it’s on my way home anyways…” Katsuki grunted, refusing to look up from where his eyes were focused on his own feet. The train doors began to slide to a close.

“Goodnight Bakugou.” Was the last thing he heard before they pushed closed completely, forcing Bakugou to take a step back and reattach one of his hands to a grip, keeping himself straight. He was almost lost in thought when his phone vibrated from inside the back pocket of his jeans.

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: I took it upon myself to add our LINE too

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: Thought it would be easier than Snapchat

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: Your station is in the other direction btw

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: But you probably knew that

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: ;)

Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light As candles lighted at full noon; the sun Dims not your flame phantastical and bright.

You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done; Marching you chaunt my soul's awakening hymn, Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim!

-The Living Flame, Charles Baudelaire

Momo had never really known what it was like to be star struck. To be completely and utterly disoriented by the existence of another human being. She’d always seen the way people had reacted to her mother, to Shouto, sometimes even to her. She’d seen the look of utter adoration, yet at the very same time, bewilderment upon the faces of other people, but she had never truly felt it herself, not until now.

Kyoka Jirou.

That was her name. Kyoka Jirou, the girl from the stage that had stolen Momo’s breath away so easily with her singing, with her movements, with her very presence. The concert was still bouncing around, in the back of her mind. It was a blur, yet crystal clear at the very same time. Everything just seemed so surreal, and at this point Momo couldn’t tell if that was the alcohol in her system, or just her previously shrouded mind’s way of processing everything that had occurred so far.

What was so much more overwhelming is that now Kyoka Jirou wasn’t just some figure on stage, wasn’t just some super star singer with a voice of an angel that had captivated Momo for a couple hours, now she was in front of her, moving, laughing, speaking, and Momo was just as star struck as she had been back at the concert venue.

They’d been dancing, her and Kyoka Jirou –whom had given Momo permission to address her by her first name, while at the very same time, referring to Momo by a nickname that Kyoka had come up with herself.

It was all so overwhelming, Kyoka, the dancing, the touching, the club, but at no point had Momo wanted to run. At no point had Momo felt unsafe. She knew she was safe, here, with Kyoka. With Shouto and Itsuka not too far away. Maybe her father had been wrong all along; maybe things out here weren’t as terrifying as she’d always been made to believe.

Kyoka was laughing now, and oddly enough, Momo found herself laughing too. They were still dancing, well at least, they were trying too. It was too difficult to dance, amongst these crowds of moving bodies, all of them close, touching each other in ways that Momo wished she could be touching Kyoka, but she wouldn’t, couldn’t. There was absolutely no way.

“Yaomomo, careful, or you’ll bump into someone.” Kyoka giggled, her arms coming up to wrap further around Momo’s body, encasing her within the smaller girls grip. It was protective in a way, like Kyoka didn’t want anyone to touch Momo bar her.

Momo giggled in return, her fingers coming up to brush her loose hair from her face once more. Whatever hair-magic that Itsuka had used upon it was long gone now, and although it should be irritating, Momo was having far too much fun to allow it to bother her.

The song changed again, and this time it shifted to something even more upbeat, and Momo could feel the way everybody around her began to jolt, moving furiously to the music. Her body collided with Kyoka’s as another body pressed into Momo’s back, forcing her forward. With their heights, Momo almost felt bad that she might have been crushing Kyoka, but her companion only laughed harder, holding Momo close, shaking her head.

“How about we move out of this mess before we get ourselves killed? A mosh is no place for a lady.” Kyoka explained, crying out above the drowning volume of the music. Momo was surprised she caught most of it, and relied solely on Kyoka and her apparent natural instincts to lead her out of the tangled mess of bodies and sound.

They pushed their way wordlessly the middle of a dancing couple, and before Momo was able to turn around and apologise, Kyoka was already tugging her away from the edge of the dancefloor, away from the sound, and towards a much quieter corner of the room, one where a few other groups of people congregated, but one that was far less congested than the club’s epicentre.

“W-Wow, that was…that was something…” Momo breathed, air caught in her lungs, an embarrassing amount of sweat pooling in areas of her body that made her feel relatively uncomfortable. Kyoka didn’t seem to mind though, and even appeared to be in pretty much the same condition. Maybe this was a part of it. The sweat, the continuous ringing in the back of her ears, and Momo couldn’t exactly say that she hated it.

“Never been to a club before, or a concert…so, Yaomomo, what brought you to come see Electric Moment?” Kyoka suddenly asked, and all at once Momo felt as if she was put on the spot. It wasn’t like she’d really known anything about Electric Moment before they appeared on stage. She’d merely gone along to keep Shouto company, to be a good friend. That probably wasn’t the answer Kyoka was wanting however, so she considered her situation once again.

“I…I want to change…” Momo suddenly admitted, and in actuality, it wasn’t really a lie, and regardless of the fact that she’d only met Kyoka that night, Momo found herself going on, “I…my whole life has been this…series of control checks, of careful planning, of structure and fear. I never wanted to let my father down…did everything he asked of me…I even let him convince me that the world beyond our family home was terrible and scary…but…but I didn’t want to be that way anymore…”

It was a stark confession, probably one far too deep to be said in front of someone she’d only met a few hours ago, but the way Kyoka looked at her, not out of pity, but out of interest, it made Momo feel…comfortable in a way. Like her words were safe, like her heart was safe, if it was with Kyoka Jirou.

“Well…I can’t promise you that this world isn’t completely fucked, that it isn’t scary, because it is. Fuck…sometimes it’s so fucking terrifying…but at the same time, that’s kind of half the fun, yeah?” Kyoka replied, her eyes glistening under the overhead LED lights. She reached for Momo’s hand, entwining their fingers in a way that for an instant, it almost felt like they’d been doing this forever, like Kyoka had been with Momo all along, through all these years, and that she would continue to be there in the future.

Surely this must just be all the alcohol.

“I…I want to experience this world…the way Shouto does, the way Itsuka does, the way Testu does…the way my father does…and the way you do, Kyoka-san.” Momo admitted quietly, looking up from her own hands to capture Kyoka’s eyes, they were warm, like milk tea in the winter.

“Momo! Momo!” Itsuka’s voice radiated out towards her, loud and urgent, yet playful enough that Momo knew for a fact that she was extremely drunk. There was no way she would be going home like that. She’d have to come with her.

“Coming!” Momo called out over her shoulder, eyes turning to meet the edge of the bar where she saw her red-headed friend waving over at her, arms limply hanging around her boyfriend’s shoulders as he kept her upright with a strong grip.

Momo turned back to Kyoka.

“It seems…I have to go…” she admitted forlornly, watching as Kyoka peaked around Momo’s body at the screaming Itsuka, a slight smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.

“If…it’s alright with her Yaomomo, I’d like to help you go through with you plan. Your one to experience the world.” Kyoka admitted carefully, casting her eyes back up at Momo, an honest smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Momo didn’t miss the way she was blushing, “Would it be okay if we exchanged emails, or Line?”

Momo couldn’t even bring herself to respond to the suggestion, the moment Kyoka had asked, Momo’s heart was already half way up her throat and her hand was frantically reaching for her bag, pulling her phone from inside and practically throwing it at Kyoka. It was desperate in appearance, she knew this, but she wasn’t sure at this point she could even let it bother her.

She wanted to change, it hadn’t been a lie, and she wanted to keep in contact with Kyoka, for as long as the other girl would let her.

Kyoka practically gleamed as she tapped their devices together in order to exchange their Line details, before carefully returning Momo’s back to her own grip. Even this, was new for Momo. It wasn’t often she ever came across someone she wanted to keep in contact with. For the longest time the only people connected to her Line account were her father, a couple members of her security, Itsuka and Shouto. Anyone else she kept in contact with, for business and such, she emailed, and it was always strictly professional, nothing like this.

“Well, I guess this is farewell for now, fair Yaomomo-sama.” Kyoka uttered, pushing herself down into a bow. It was wonky, and uncoordinated, but cute all the same. Momo found herself curtsying in response.

“Thank you for such a wonderful night, Jirou-san, I hope to see you again.” Momo played along, attempting to hold in her laughter.

“Momo, c’mon, the car’s waiting outside!” It was Shouto’s voice this time, louder than usual. He’d been drinking as well.

Momo smiled at Kyoka one last time, nodding in her direction, before she spun herself around in the direction of her friends, but before she could make her move to leave, she felt the warm grip of Kyoka’s hand once again on hers. She turned to find out what was wrong, to question the action, but as she did she suddenly found herself with her lips quietened by another pair of lips.

Lips, on her lips, a kiss. Kyoka Jirou was kissing her, and not just on the hand, or the cheek. Kyoka Jirou was kissing Momo Yaoyorozu upon the lips. Momo felt herself falter, unsure of how to respond, her eyelids fluttering shut, cheeks warming her belly flipping with a series of nervous flying insects that were erupting in frenzies within her. Kyoka’s lips were warm, slightly chapped, but they fit perfectly around Momo’s, and before Momo was even able to kiss back, they were gone, and Momo was blinking her eyes open slowly, staring back at Kyoka as she grinned brightly toward her.

Everything else after that was a blur. She could remember stumbling over to her friends, fingers delicately hovering over her own lips, unsure if what she had just experienced was reality or a dream. She recalls sitting in the back of the car, Itsuka questioning her loudly, but Momo being completely unable to respond. She remembers the feeling of Shouto’s finger’s within hers, entwined, comforting, grounding in a way she hadn’t realised she’d needed, because Momo was in Cloud Nine, flying high above the earth and heavens, far away from the confines of her family estate and her father.

And all she could think about the entire drive home, through her steaming shower, and until the point she laid her head upon her pillow in her large poster bed next to an already passed out Itsuka, was:

Kyoka Jirou.

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Notes:

Hey-yo, so there goes another chapter, as always, sorry for the wait, and I really do hope you all enjoy it!

NOTES:

The drinking age in Japan is 20 y.o.

Mama = Kiri's biological mother, and Mum (British English spelling, because I'm Australian) is his other mother, who has raised him alongside his Mama from a young age.

I LIKE STARS I LIKE SPACE #ALIENS4LYF

お釜, O-Kama, is a Japanese derogatory term used for gay people, transgender people, drags queens, stuff like that. It's like the Japanese equivalent of faggot or homo. If you want more info on Kacchan's tattoos, etc, you can check out his character profile here: http://cityofnumbersix.tumblr.com/post/165722344676/electric-moment-a-kiribaku-and-kyomomo-band-au

The quote at the beginning of Momo's POV is from a poem called The Living Flame by 18th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire, my fucking muse, next to Arthur Rimbaud. It's kind of a reference towards Momo's love for classic Japanese, French, and English literature, which will become relevant later, and kind of a self-satisfying projection of my own love for the same.

#electric moment #electric moment fanfiction #kyomomo #jirou kyouka #kyouka jirou #kyoka jirou #momojirou #momo yaoyorozu #yaoyorozu momo #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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THE LAST

1. drink: Water! I have 7 water bottles in my room and I try to drink at least 4 of them a day. 2. phone call: AHAHAHA LIKE I TALK ON THE PHONE. (Actually, today I answered a call from my mom and almost ripped my thumb nail off on the chair trying to get to the phone.) 3. text message: I haven’t bought minutes for my phone so my last text was in June, saying “Your service ends soon”. 4. song you listened to: What Kind of Man by Florence + the Machine 5. time you cried: Teary-eyed or tears running down my face? Teary-eyed, today. Actual crying, ??? not sure! 6. dated someone twice: Nope! I’ve never dated! 7. kissed someone and regretted it: Theatre kisses don’t count (and neither do kisses on the cheek??), so I’ve never kissed anyone. 8. been cheated on: No 9. lost someone special: Yes. Many people. 10. been depressed: Yes. Gotta love that Frosty Fresh Depression 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Never been drunk!

3 FAVOURITE COLOURS

12. Purple 13. Yellow 14. Soft pastels and earth tones

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. made new friends: Yes!! 💖 16. fallen out of love: Yes! Good riddance! 👋 17. laughed until you cried: Yes! 18. found out someone was talking about you: Yep! But the people they were talking to stopped being friends with them and now want to be my friend 😂 19. met someone who changed you: Hmmm, I think so? 20. found out who your friends are: Yes! 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: If stage kisses and kisses on the cheek count, then yes! That’d be like 20 ppl 😂😂

GENERAL

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Almost all of them! Most are family, high school friends, and college friends. 23. do you have any pets: Yes, a dog! He’s old and grumpy but I love him. I used to have a bearded dragon named Sylar and I miss him dearly. 24. do you want to change your name: Sometimes, but I really like it because it’s unique even tho it’s unisex and also a surname... and no one can say it correctly.... and I never see it anywhere.... 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I can’t remember? My bday is close to my sister’s and dad’s, and it was close to my graduation so I think we had a combo birthday-grad dinner. 26. what time did you wake up: Alarms at 7.30am and 8am, and I woke up at 9am (-: 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Showering 28. name something you can’t wait for: To get another first draft of my original story done. Plot revision is a motivation killer. 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Like 30min ago when I went to the kitchen. 30 has disappeared. RIP. 31. what are you listening to right now: Pity Party by MelMar. 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I knew a kid whose middle name was Tom, so yes! 33. something that is getting on your nerves: My own procrastination. 34. most visited website: YouTube, Tumblr, FB, gmail 35. hair colour: My hair is kinda weird bc of my parents. But it’s really dark brown (from my mom) with gold and red (from my mom’s mom and dad)?? And then I have chunks of blonde from when I bleached it and had purple, pink, and blue highlights. 36. long or short hair: It’s medium but I want to grow it back to how it used to be. I used to have the longest hair at my school (to my waist)! I miss it a lot. 37. do you have a crush on someone: NO!! No one real anyway. Fictional characters? Always. Choose a show or game and I probably have a crush on one of the characters. 38. what do you like about yourself: I like what other people have said about me: I’m the most compassionate person they’ve met; I have good energy; I’m easy to talk to. I also like that I am able to write and draw fairly well. (-: 39. want any piercings: Yes but I haven’t had a good experience with my past piercings. There’s a piercing/tattoo artist I know and trust but he’s sooooo far away ))-: 40. blood type: idek 41. nickname: Immy, Bee, C.B., Hoe, literally sooo many but most are family-only nicknames. Some old nicknames are Sensei and Onee-chan/Ane-chan. I also called myself Obaa because I felt old talking to ppl who just entered the fandom haha. But never I was never called Senpai ))): 42. relationship status: Single Pringle! 43. zodiac: Taurus / Boar 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: idk probably anything with an Asian cast bc I like seeing my people onscreen 46. tattoos: Not yet, but if I ever get one I have a rough design done. 47. right or left handed: Right but I’m teaching myself to become ambidextrous 48. surgery: None that I remember 49. piercing: Ears 50. sport: No! I used to do cross country in elementary school? 51. vacation: Love love love any Lewis & Clark vacations. Lewis is my husband and I would die for him. 52. pair of trainers: My only tennis shoes are faded and worn-out 3 y.o. purple and gray/silver ones I bought in my WTNV phase. I don’t like shoes so I haven’t bought new ones even tho I should.

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: Nothing 54. drinking: Water 55. im about to: Listen to music and finish Chap 3 of HBAM and maybe do some Kakashi Week prompts 56. waiting for: Myself to stop being lazy 57. want: To lay under my falsa blanket in bed and get some work done 58. get married: Yes!! I’m so excited to get married (-: I know it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, but it’s so awesome to think that I’ll get to spend the rest of my life loving on someone and being comfortably dorky around them 59. career: I want to be an author! Ppl tell me I should go into writing (screenplays or articles), drawing (book illustrations) or counseling, and my older sis wants me to be a teacher with her. 60. hugs or kisses: I’m selective about who gives me affection tbh, and I’m more of a hand-holder so idk 61. lips or eyes: Lips. I have a hard time keeping eye contact and paying attention to what’s being said. I feel like they’re looking into my soul. 62. shorter or taller: I luv being taller than people but I want my hubby to be taller than me! 63. older or younger: I’m both middle and oldest child in my mixed family. I want to marry someone older, but I like being the oldest in my friend group. 64. nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms make me weak 66. troublemaker or hesitant: I used to be a troublemaker, but now I’m hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER

67. kissed a stranger: No, but I proposed to one during a scavenger hunt (he said yes). 68. drank hard liquor: How hard is “hard”? 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes. I never wear my glasses so I misplace them a lot. 70. turned someone down: Had to turn someone down for other ppl because they wouldn’t take no for an answer 71. sex on the first date: No! I’ve never been on a date either ahahah 72. broken someone’s heart: Possibly 73. had your heart broken: Yes! Multiple times! But it heals stronger every time! 74. been arrested: No 75. cried when someone died: Yes 76. fallen for a friend: Yeah /:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

77. yourself: Yes but then I feel full of myself 78. miracles: Yes ?? But not like, cosmic miracles? I believe in God, ya know? so His miracles ?? 79. love at first sight: Yes! (reminds me of the county bailiff and grilled cheese food car guys I fell in love with when I moved down here lolol) 80. santa claus: SANTA IS THE BEST (but, practically, no) 81. kiss on the first date: On the cheek or back of the hand, sure?? I’ve never been on a date???? 82. angels: Yes!

OTHER

83. current best friends’ names: Goldie 84. eye colour: Hazel (mostly green) 85. favourite movie: Jurassic Park, Across the Universe, The New World, Howl’s Moving Castle, Spirited Away

Hopefully I filled them all in and didn’t leave Pyro’s answers hahaha

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Top of the morning to laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye and welcome to Escapists 2! Its finally out! We got teased about this last year at some point, and everyone was super excited about it, but the wait was so unbearable Man, do you remember the Escapists? I remember when I played that I was getting some videos ready for Christmas and I just played it because some people in their comments had recommended And then it's fuckin exploded into this huge phenomenon that rarely ever happens on the channel And that was really cool to see and I was super happy that people got into it There was a really fun series to do and it has a very special place in my heart and it was a very cool time of the channel to be part of I Think I don't think we ever rekindle the magic like that like to some season series to do that like skate and happy wheels There is another one is I had my head. Subnatica did that! Like very few games have that sort of like factor on the channel so the escapist has a very special bond with me So I'm really excited to play the sequel Haven't booted it up at all. I think I booted it up just to see the menu So there's a versus mode in it now. I'm not going to do that yet I might play with somebody else eventually but for now. I just want to get into learn the mechanics on my own so play game Everything's so much different okay um single-Player only tutorial prison 25 prisoners, okay, maybe I should do this and then move off what else we have sensor parts to Oh they made another one! Center Perks 2.0! That's awesome! I like so I did some of this tutorial, but it bugged down and I couldn't finish it So I'm just going to move on Center Perks. I got a feel for the controls They're a lot different than they used to be so there's going to be some slowdown And I completely forget how to play the escapists. It's been Been two years since I've made the other one Wow Okay, Center Perks 2.0. Is the first proper prison however the guys won't let you have everything your own way This is a challenging game follow the yellow arrow to attend Routines Explore the prison well keep a lookout for any weaknesses find the materials you need to craft the tools for your escape Try and keep your heat and security level low to avoid trouble from guards. The most straightforward way of escaping is breaking through the prison Order for example you might want a chip or put away. Good luck! Oh yeah, and you got to name all the people! Okay, I'm not gonna. I'm not gonna do that because there's just way too many, and I don't have enough names Let's just keep randomizing. I think they said that I was in the game in some way. Can I customize people Oh! That kind of looks like me right? Think the (hahaha) so I just want to call him Jack. There will be one guy who looks like me Yeah, because the developers didn't say that I was in the game, but I don't think it's like an actual pre-made character I think it's just that there's options in it to make it look like me Which is really sweet of them and thanks to them for doing that that's that's super flattering Start game! That's always weird when you're in a video game It still blows my mind one of the Center Perks 2.0. You reform start here! Goal call it's mandatory. Yeah, this is something that I kept forgetting about that you have like duties to do and you have to go to roll call and do all these different things during specific hours you get jobs and Its been ages! Escape attempts will be reported to our control room Okay, I've fought escape then Increase your intelligence by reading our books. I wonder if this is be the same reason there's levels to the Prison's now as well It's not just all one flat base some of them have upstairs and downstairs Which is really messed up well not messed up mess up for me because that's even more confusing. There's more to take in this time Okay, I kind of know all this stuff Am I sharing a cell right at the beginning? Film crew, please don't under interrupts their filming maybe I'll use them to help me escape Maybe I'll be on Netflix Okay, ah I'm not sharing are these oh, you're the vendor Okay, shits about to start let's get ourself. Oh, I'm so cute There we go, and they do like random searches and should I I completely forgot about that stuff. Oh God, oh gosh fucking buttons on videos Yeah, yeah, highlight a desired item I get it I'm oh, I also don't know how to get rid of items out of my hand so sometimes I'm going around with like a weapon in my hand. I don't have to get rid of it. Okay, Jesus There are a lot of you guys Okay, we have a lot of vendors You've all made good progress who's going to get searched Please make one of them jack right from the beginning that would be awesome some interesting development hello camera Crew We beat you out of love. Polish my shoes would you? maybe sing polish my shoes? Cell shakedown victims are as followed. Who? Who's it going to be? Aww! Protanator and Febatista... Those are not names. Okay, let's... Oh, you are selling stuff? Oh, no? I can gift you stuff. I don't want this! This guy's name is Minzy. People are fighting! Fighting in the streets! Wait, what's going on? What are we on breakfast time, okay! Oh did people take them to hospital now. That's cool. God this is confusing I don't know how to play this game anymore. Oh, you got it right. Thanks People are getting the shit beaten out ha ha ha fucking house. Just got down fuck him up Get a can of soda Hmm Loot body pick up body. Okay, got it It's gonna take me a good few episodes to get back into this and remember what everything is like, so Excuse me, okay. I could buy that for $40 Duct tape my mortal fucking enemy Okay, it's weird because then the visuals are all completely different now as well hey, I can't even like loot people anymore because they just Take them away. Oh your free time. So people just hang around okay my friend officer simmons lacking a final necessity For their upcoming spa day. Can you make me a manicure kit? Okay Now we have like crafting is in here And you have all this stuff in your intelligence menu those have actually laid out nicely Because you can see what they are a bit better said where's the fucking manicure kit? Tonic your kid need a file something and something Okay, maybe it's not better because I fucking no idea. What's happening I like the music so all everyone's out and about and they're all searching around the shit I'm going to start searching some decks somebody wants a cake Locate a cake for Bautista seeds cup of bleach a Dead rat Dude, the betsy was lemmings disc and lemming hurt a dead rat butts too perfect ha ha Baseball I need a 12 hand cream. Oh shit. I don't have enough room Top of bleach, I'll get rid of that since I need it for a manicure kit so if I can get the stuff that wait, I Put it in a desk. Good night shit What are you doing? Who are you I? Know I love my eyes onion Morgue lump of sugar hand fan Radio receiver might be good maybe I should put some stuff back into my place oh Another you have a little mini map now that tells you her your cell is This is cool Okay, the tights and stuff and let's go search it again. That's all I'm doing for this route Jenkins desk a what jenkins holding out on us duct tape good Bottle mouth can a soda can I thought I think gives me back energy when I'm trying to do shit? So that might be useful oh wait hidden compartment Oh wait, never Monica Yeah, dude so eva. Hid in compartment now. I don't actually upset like dig a hole in my ground or anything like that Strange old box a plastering could actually be very Useful but that's the thing. I don't know what I need now. I don't know what I need to actually escape I don't know what I need to make items This is your desk. I'm late for a date. You aren't supposed to be in there clyde I wasn't I was doing some else with other people um I Need a file as well shit Paul Suarez Jr.. Ah they named the character after him? That's cool He's another youtuber that's nice of them He played a lot of escapist - look at all these little dudes It's as lunchtime I Don't need energy. I just need to be here Who else once up doing? Father it's me Because I called the character jack, but now he called jacksepticeye because I couldn't even put in jacksepticeye is the full thing I can only put in Jack Septic a They'd the last a was not yeah I carefully hit an energy drink at a desk for someone intended as a gift ungrateful scum Didn't even bother taking grab it for me would you? No problem jack anything for you. Oh It's so cool Okay, job time. That's my fucking job. I Know what my job is is? It's just menial labor so that my character end up as jacksepticeye because I Made him look like me cuz I'm at the beers in there hair on him. Just naturally What am I doing job time sit down? You have to attend the job office when you don't have a job speaking to the job office staff will reward you with money Apply for jobs through the job board instead of job office For the job board oh is it Ha shoemaking mail Sorting waste disposal painting mail sorting job fills avery fuck requirements, not meant shit ok so I might be able to wait disposal before I need to get my Intellect and my weight, there's not much appraiser. How much I need I? Don't even know how to check my stats What are my facts lived uh lots of button uh? Strength Thirty into like Thirty Okay, so if I need money, I still need to do that I Need to get up my strength okay. Oh y'all know what time it is. It's exercise Ciao bitches taming it fucking Am I doing it? I know what this is I'm still at 30. Oh I keep it above that. Oh, okay. Got it figured it out. Oh Yeah, hey somebody else is getting hinge. I said that before To some of my friends, I think I'm getting so hence bro. They're like the fuck is hinge They just noose wall Now h is a thing. I think it's British though. Yeah here we go. Oh. Yeah, it is you hacky sack? How's that Gonna make you stronger? You got to live bleep heavy weight for my toes little stinky men. This is shower time everybody hit the showers Okay, here. We go. Oh No, that is just me because I made this character called Jack What jacksepticeye is just in the game anyway there you I'ma watch you shower a little naked jack Is it quite? No I actually need to shower shit cuz that gives me back. Energy doesn't it yeah? Okay, so big Fuckin learning experience again It's going to take me a long time to get out of this prison because I completely forget how to play this game Like I have to get used to the timing the jobs the showers getting items, I forget What items make what I forget actually how to escape I? Like to take it. It's fun. I missed this game Is that it's not this is jacksepticeye here other jackets fighting we can hide maho dinnertime, oh I was upstairs that time. I didn't even realize I just went up there to the fall of the arrow Our work is never appreciated. I appreciate you you guys help me um I still have mission to do how do I check my missions a Day it's a Spa Ok manicure kid I'm close to being able to get that so I'm gonna keep that going oh Jack that's the guys fighting someone if I don't condemn oh Jack I know he's not the fuck out What do you have oh, I'd love I have to shave a hand fan and a comb Ha ha ha ha of course you have the ha ha ha he should have a megaphone Get the fire I get the Tuber hand cream get the nail polish, okay. I have these two I need to get a foil though. I need to get some money. I have exactly 10 money's Because I sat down at the job place. I need an actual job to be able to do with though Free time ok, it's time to go work out and get both get small get thanks, bro Unless somebody actually has a file. So just make my life a lot easier two thousand nine hundred seventy three thousand four hundred A fish oh Sorry, didn't see you guys there. I was just busy getting my t'wall on. You know being all cool and shit Get it up there come on boy well, we're already going up two by two I Need to get the 60 Grab enough energy to actually be able to do that though. I'm not there I think you have another hour to work out and then Come on Come on. I'm off late the button There we go, okay. Let's should be enough to get my job. I have another hour that I can hang out I think Jobs for please don't tell me somebody took the job wait to suppose all you Have been successful in your application now fill the role as a sub yeah I got a real job. Oh I match is going to be a pathetic youtuber anymore like you keep saying Everyone's always like YouTuber get a real job get a real job. This is my dream Yeah, hey you for your fucking nail files. Hello, Paul Suarez who Also like supposed to shit out of people if I want you know like a boss Hey Burke, Burke will flop What's up, Jack thought it's so bizarre. They're just two jacks walking around in here. You make a whole prison of jacks Fucking ridiculous. They're all just go around screaming at you all the time Nothing of use. I mean a cookie could cook it all we could can I eat the cookie now Wait there we go. I ate it, and I got some energy back Cookies are good I've already checked this 100 files a pile. I got it. Yes Okay, put that in there nice. Okay. We're at roll call again that means I can make this tonight Wait, you're not going to oh Please don't tell me you're actually going to search my my shit this one's me felix. It kind of looks like a batista Please on please don't come after me. I'm a good loyal decent little bouncing baby boy, please Nero unprotonated, haha, Brenda cleary all Bob yelling at me my cell is fucking miles away Are you making me walk further than everybody else? Did you not fucking like me? I need this and I need age What are the other hand cream? Get the top of hand cream. I have to top a hand cream Where are you crossing this off? Or left foot grapple Deliver the manicure kit to officer Simon's or simmons. What fucking did it? Okay, Tara, not sleepy ah it shows me where the officer is as well That's pretty neat So it actually shows me where my my stop is you go and I will gift you They just do it. Oh, I did it naturally nice Collie oh right got myself some money. I think 35 I'm rich I'm loaded I can buy all the things um Okay, who are you going to search? There's a lot of Cell mates in this level though so I think There's a lot of them because that makes it easier because then you don't get checked as often because there's too many of them to pick from Jenkins and avery Okay, cool. So what's my next plan of attack then what do I what do I do? No and it shows me where I can go to do them like an actual quest markers that I'm going to Search around all day for it Okay, what do you need? We're just going to accept things and do them See what happens? Cool coming up in the world, so anything I can buy You're taking the shit out of each other all right? Um no, I can't afford anything and even if I could I don't know what to do free time, right? It's time to start doing some errands. We do I get a cake for Jack. I love that Jack wants a cake I know, it's an energy drink. Oh Somebody else wanted the cake there mind. Huh one of the things is in here Except the guys desk no way Except the guys desk education hahahaha. Oh, it's good There's a chipset. This isn't my desk I Mean I thought those my desk okay? I can actually bring for Brevity's sake and bring back the cake. Oh, yes Hey, buddy Yeah, what did I get ten coins nice? I'm Hitting an energy drink sheet a combed after that day that was somewhere else as well Peter got a virus in the road would you kind of track has done some fresh instruments? We can tune up locate door double bass If you have a fucking double bass in your desk What why? It's a fucking weird Okay, everyone has to come over here for lunch anyway, so I get them then They all don't mind me just holding onto a double bass. You know in case I need to practice my tunes my diddy Okay, it's one of you there. We go. I Did it right God I can't remember anything fucking buttons? 70 coins nice Okay, what can we craft a? Makeshift ladder, I need to bring up my intellect as well. I need like Chippers there. We go lightweight, Pickaxe This doesn't have you I need I need a stick some duct tape and a pickaxe Play with Pig I go weapon component tool What's the first item needed in it? I need to make a flimsy Pickaxe I Need to get a crowbar a handle and some duct tape Okay, I have duct tape so crowbar and a handle somebody had those actually somebody was selling them So let me fucking search then Okay, we're gonna do my job What was my job again waste disposal that was it? How do we do my job I? Need my mask and gloves okay, take the face mask and rubber gloves from the container Collect waste bags in the waste container placed on the corresponding incinerator, okay, ah This is it okay Okay, Kerry, just ism. Which one does this Kuwait Green I? Think that the uh yeah, okay, green blue. Oh, this isn't so bad This is easy Easy peasy suck mine Ep. I Just got another one immediately nice filling up that job quota bro Look at me. Go you've never seen a man make rubbish disappear this quick Boom job done now I can fucking leave no, I want to get rid of these ah Okay, nice now. I want that, but this are you doing oh? This is this menu is super fucking confusing Sorry Hey fucking weird Sorry, I'm just going to check your desk Sorry, honey, Jarvan. I've got a job hurt What's next free time exercising already? Shit, oh when you hear that music. You know shits going down in Exercise, huh see, I'm just walking around with a fucking screwdriver in my hand Hey, I'm getting I'm in Fuckin swole again Watch me do I'm going to need to be strong. I need some big strong healthy Bone. I Need a punch people in the face and really mess her shit off like when I punch them I want to make sure that they stay down Instead of getting back up and shipping me in my shank everybody selling anything good handle crowbar crowbar duct tape. That's what I need Handle crowbar drop take handle crowbar duct tape they ring a handle crowbar duct tape. Oh, I didn't meet you and Flurry Wait, what the fuck I can't I just I don't want your shower I just want to talk to you to be able to do my thing Let me keep the fucking soda in my hand then the heck. I'm not trying to get into your shit I'm just trying to talk to you to buy stuff What's dinner time? Kind of annoying that dinner time is right after a shower time because dinner time is - well I guess that gets everybody into one area, but it's also to like Heal you and give you energy back and shit. I don't need that What are you selling? Yes? Fuck okay cool bar yet what oh I don't have enough room okay? Uh Give you a call Now bye What's this I had enough for both or I had enough for one of each actually I have 55 coins left Okay, God I keeps getting the buttons actually get out of shit We agree if I could sell stuff to people and get money that way Yes, I should do people's missions. Free time. Okay. Let's get some more missions off people. No, not you Except I don't know what any of these are I'm just going to accept them so I have them Get bottle of milk from a desk, okay So they'd hope we actually just have a bunch of mission so they can plow through and do really well I saw actually I bought in the milk down here pretty rancid by now Why are they all out here? What is that shit? Okay, the conductor Locate makeshift double Bass for chip Okay, I have to get another double bass somebody else does has a double bass lying around Didn't I get you guys a double bass already? I know actually don't have enough room for anything shit Need to go hide some stuff. I'm gonna hide the stuff that I really need what are you doing in my cubby? hi, I Don't even need this baton. Yeah, but could you not alright put stuff in here I? Don't know how this works alright button to hide oh, oh Alrighty then are you guys back in and I'll take the soldiers Got you. Hey. There's a dog on the map. Okay locate makeshift double bass. I'm running out of time here folks I Could run a little bit faster. That would be primo And then I need to go buy more shit, okay. They're gonna see me in here. No. They're not they're learning there comes our stomach Make shift over base. Okay. You don't have anything else got it nailing. It killing it crushing it Boom I'm still have 80 okay. You small bit more. I need 10 more The Mimzy selling that okay got it We really harry's if you could eject up tight eyelet. Oh poor jack poor me Okay, I need to get a bunch of items then right? Just fill up on shit, and then go stuff it all down a toilet I don't go back to you then to finish this There we go. I did it. Oh For ha ha ha 95 ok time to find Minzy minzy Where are you buddy the Batista Jenkins? avery Minzy Okay, he's all the way up the top go go go. I'm running out of time actually have another hour Qi yeah Minzy Minzy Minzy Minzy Minzy Minzy Minzy I Got the fucking crap. He's not the dealer anymore But Mimzy you had the guide fuck I Think somehow get a handle again somewhere. I need fucking swat dude damn okay? Who's around Molo and avery okay norma selling one That sucks the longer this goes on the more items, I accrue and then the more I have to pay per click okay then the more risk I haves are actually getting caught and Stealing all myself well that unless they don't actually find the stuff in the hidden compartments Seems a little old p because before you either had to hide it in a hole in the ground or the fuck is this Contraband pouch If the hydrogen a hole in the ground or hided in your veins or something like that are hided in your toilet so against now you have four slats in your table and three in your Toilet so I can actually hide seven things deliver a paper clip to Mimzy the weight oh no, Bronk I mean Z How is that? This is Mimsy right Minzy come here Ich Liebe kunst Today today give him the thing Know what actually tells you how long you have to get back to your cell now as well. Ah that's nice What the doing that for all their things tell me how long I had to get back I didn't see who was doing the searches oh Oh a-One two three four five six five six slots here That means I technically have a total of nine slots damn Okay, oh wait the red ones are contraband, right? Yeah, they're all contraband Screwdriver and the Timber got it items such as tools the weapons can be crafted in whatever Wait, I'll just go back into my thing. Oh, I could only flush them. Okay. I have enough intellect time to make some shit Who made a shovel now? I'm going to go back down to my desk and make my Pickaxe I don't know which ones to Do where like I don't know how I actually get out of this place. I? Need to get out near the main wall, and I don't know how I do that So come into my office my cell. I mean not my office. It could be my office You don't know Get this There we go was that working Weird okay, and I find a fifty intellect that can actually make them stronger Actually, I actually have the things to do that stick and a piece of thing I think ever a piece of sheet metal and another piece of duct tape I can make my shovel stronger as well Who is Gonna be good way? Can they just read books here? I could have just been reading box right next to make fucking cell God damn it man Okay, don't dick me over. Just get me to fifty just stay there it easy Hahahaha, I had to tempt fate midnight. Whoopsie. Come on. Come back It was really hard. I'm tapping I'm tippi tapping superfast When you're in the zone, it's actually easier to keep it in it You don't have to press as many things then when it's going down. It's actually super Easy, it's Okay, let's do this so eight and you go back to my dua. I don't actually do this Bow I give me the shovel and the stick and I should be able to make I Need a sheet of Metal I Don't have a sheet of metal. I had one and then I dropped it on the ground by accident and lost it Well shit. It's dinner time oh, no. Oh Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit Fuck, I thought it was just on oh Okay, if I just stay hidden and good, I thought it was free time. God dumb Okay, I like this mini-map up here now though now I can actually see where the cops are Need a sheet of metal fuck oh Security level increased because I missed dinner. Oh because I didn't show my face at all Gotcha right, I should not have the shovel in my hand Because if I get caught with this then that's the thing I lose You get caught with like a screwdriver or something in my hand Put that back in there got that sheet of metal, bro Didn't have to buy it just found it in a random cells don't come in here. Youfox shovel it stick. Oh No, it's just not even its stick. It's just the the duct tape I'd having trouble figure out. What fucking buttons I need to price for half of this shit. Sorry you keep clicking into things and out of things and Now all my contraband can hide in there Nice, okay. Well. I'm gonna leave this episode of the escapers to hear good strong start for it. I feel I'm gonna pause it actually so I'm not wasting time good strong start for that. I feel thought that was good. I like that We got in we got to learn some of the new mechanics We've got to get our way around the the actual prison I got to get some of the items And I actually two items that will help me a lot to escape So a shovel a strong shovel and a strong pickaxe I should be able to go through the wall, and then dig my way out I don't know where I'm doing that yet, but I figured out as I go along I really like some of the changes. They've made some people don't like the new visual sense of the game. I personally love it I think it looks great. I think it's a nice step up from the original without losing any of the They kind of charm to it I know, it's not a simplistic pixel graphics as it used to be but whatever man It's a nice step up for them if they kept it the same then it would have felt too familiar I really liked the upgrades to the domitian system, and the mini-map and all that kind of stuff So now it makes it so much easier that when you get a mission. You know exactly where to go There's not this because There was a charm in not knowing where to go And you have to find your way around the prison and work things out for yourself But when you've got like three prisons in it that's so fucking tedious to have to do that now. It actually feels like You know what to do. You know where you're going you have you have an idea? it's still hard to escape, but at least getting the items to escape and getting the money to do so it's not as Balls-To-the-Wall Complicated as it you to be like it. Just takes a lot of time to do it now well I guess that's kind of the way this game has always been but really like it very nice upgrade and again There is a multiplayer aspect of the game as well. It said there was a versus. I don't know if there's a co-op Escape together and kind of think that would be really cool I do want to try that maybe for the next prison I get Robin in or somebody to help I don't know how many people are the support so who knows but for now thank you guys so much watching this episode if you liked it punch the - inner face boy - boys and They say the road Shaylee News Oh, I got a little burpee bar in my neck as I was doing de little outro there, huh?

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