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elflock-magician · 1 month

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HEYHEYHEY IM ZO SORRY YOU KNOW IM LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOUR FICS LIKE SO IN LOVE AS I SAID AND- SINCE YOU SAID IT WOULDNT BE ANNOYING....

may i have another one plz? (´-﹏-`；)

Uhh- i REALLY REALLY liked your pre despair/ Hope's Peak Writing sooo... Uhhh-

I had a idea: Jay flustering/teasing the heck out of Nagito in their confident/rebellious self, like-

Being like, tough but silly at the same time?????

But at the same time i want you to be as free as you want cuz your ideas are *chef kiss*

Oh- and btw... I wanna make a writing for you too! If you want to... You do such a hard work and i can't help but want to repay you

ANYWAYZ IM SORRY IF IM BEING ANNOYING THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK 🙇🙇 ETSTAFGABNANK-

have a kitty (つ✧ω✧)つ

Summary - Jay was found particularly scary by many of the other students at Hope’s Peak Academy. Jay simply gave that impression sometimes, given how they could often treat the other students. Nagito, however, was mysteriously exempt from that treatment. It finally made sense why.

Jay wasn’t the most well liked at Hope’s Peak Academy. Be it because of how often they weren’t there, busy goofing off somewhere, or the fact that when they were around, they could be quite… prickly.

For instance, when the Ultimate Train Conductor made a rude remark about Jay’s way of dress, Jay, with their full heart, called them the ‘Ultimate Snarky Bitch.’ Or, another instance, when the Ultimate Tattoo Artist asked if they could use Jay as a practice, Jay replied with ‘what you could use is a reality check.’ And finally, the time when a group of ultimates decided it was a good idea to ridicule Jay over their talent, and Jay backhanded one of them so hard that their nose broke.

So, it was easy to notice Jay didn’t exactly like or respect the general student body of Hope’s Peak, and didn’t bother with playing nice. However, there was one person exempt from Jay’s sometimes rude treatment.

And that person, against all odds, was Nagito Komaeda.

Nagito himself was commonly regarded as a freak, and generally disliked. Mostly due to his prolific rants of hope and despair, or his generally off putting behavior. The way that Jay treated most of their peers was the same way they tended to treat Nagito.

Jay was particularly late that day, which was a surprise. As typically Jay showed up almost on time or not bothering at all. It was around lunch time when Jay decided to show their face in the courtyard.

Nagito had a far better attendance record than Jay, so of course, he was there. He was still waiting in line for the vending machine when Jay made their appearance.

“Guess who it is!” Jay exclaimed as they covered Nagito’s eyes with their hands from behind. Nagito seemed a bit caught off guard by his eyes being covered, but chuckled as he quickly recognized the voice and hands of the person.

“Good afternoon, Jay,” he greeted with a gentle smile.

“‘Sup,” Jay replied, moving their hands and now standing in front of Nagito.

“You’re pretty late today. What were you up to all morning?” Nagito asked and tilted his head a bit.

“Well, I actually had a super cool idea! So I had to take a little pit stop on the way to school,” Jay then took Nagito’s hand with their own, interlacing their fingers with his, and bowed a bit, revealing something from their pocket.

“Wh–What? Jay?” Nagito stuttered in awe of what was happening.

“I gotcha this!” Jay stated and smiled, holding a plastic ring in their hands. It was clearly plastic, the diamond of the ring being a highly processed kind and the circular portion being a crudely painted yellow, meant to resemble gold.

Nagito was still having trouble comprehending what was going on. His face became slightly tinted with pink at the sight of Jay randomly approaching him before holding his hand and then offering him a ring.

Jay almost immediately noticed Nagito’s flustered astonishment.

“J-Jay, what’s this… a-about?” Nagito stuttered as he was barely able to make eye contact with Jay. And they saw this as an opportunity to lovingly tease Nagito.

“I’m proposing, obviously!” Jay declared the words as if it was the most simple thing ever. They leaned down and placed a small kiss onto the center of Nagito’s hand, and then slipping the plastic ring onto his ring finger.

“I– Uh—... J-Jay!” Nagito, for once, was at a loss for words. Nagito covered his mouth with his free hand, though there was a very obvious flustered smile and pink blush visible on his face. Jay smirked up at Nagito.

“Aha! I’m only messing with you, Nagi.” Jay called out before giving Nagito a pat on the back. Nagito looked like he was still barely recovering from the mental whiplash, his gaze still locked on the ring on his finger. “Uh-huh…” Nagito replied weakly. He slowly looked back up to Jay. “T-Thanks for the ring…” He murmured quietly. So quietly in fact that Jay did not hear him.

Nagito’s attention was taken away from Jay for the first time since they had arrived when he noticed speaking around. Oh right. They were still in the Courtyard.

“Woah! Does Ibuki spot some PDA over here?” Ibuki called out, her hands in circles around her eyes, resembling binoculars as she stared at Nagito and Jay. She, as well as Kazuichi, were walking past Jay and Nagito.

“You two gotta get that under control, man…” Kazuichi added as they passed.

“I-I don’t…!” Nagito, still, didn’t know what to say, having gone a bit stiff.

Jay rolled their eyes and blew a raspberry at them, “Sounds like they’re just allergic to whimsey and joy.” Nagito didn’t reply. He was still focused on the ring.

“I’ll cherish it,” Nagito stated as he finally looked up at Jay.

“Wow Nagito, you’re insanely easy to fluster sometimes.” Jay said with a snicker as they wrapped their hand around Nagito’s waist, his hand resting on his hip.

“You’re just messing with me again,” Nagito murmured and evaded his eyes a bit.

“Maybe a little bit. Or maybe not.” Jay joked and smirked. Jay, again, just giggled at Nagito’s behavior before turning their attention away. “So, what were you up to before I got here?” “Oh, right,” Nagito murmured. He rubbed the ring back and forth on his finger. “I was about to get something from the vending machine. I have a dollar and seventy five cents so I was going to get a bag of pretzels.” “Oh hey, I have some quarters too. Is it enough for a bag of gummies?”

Later that night when Nagito got back to his empty home, he set his school bag down on the table. He changed out of his uniform into a slightly oversized white t shirt and a pair of shorts. Then he went to go and wash his face a bit, but that’s when he caught sight of the ring still on his finger.

He knew Jay was joking, they were a little young to be getting married anyways. But… still.. What had happened played over and over again in his mind…

Nagito went to his room and he gently set the ring into a sturdy box. With luck like his, whenever he got anything special given to him, it would be lost. But Nagito would assure that the same thing wouldn’t happen to this one.

#Ult Sunshine #danganronpa #nagito komaeda

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elflock-magician · 1 month

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I really wanna thank you about the fic you did for me- EVERY and i mean EVERY fic you do is so good and the behavior is SPOT ON!!!

I really really wanna thank you your fics make me feel so happy and excited, i re-read it a thousand times to notice EVERY SINGLE DETAIL!!! like- thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouuu!

I only request a fic for year cause i dont wanna be annoying but GAHHHHH- ISTG YOU'RE WRITING IS PERFECTTTTT!

wAHHH TYSMMMM!!!! I'm so glad that you like it!! Eeheee im actually giddy rn tyyyyyyy!! And dw you're not being annoying at all, you can send me requests whenever youd like! :3 Jay is so much fun to write, too. I have this little headcanon I forgot to include but basically I imagine that Jay bought Nagito one of those plastic dollar store wedding rings as a joke but Nagito unironically cherishes it. He keeps it in his room so it doesn't break (it is plastic). Sorry, went on a tangent there, but yeah, I really like hearing from you :D Thx again !!! <3333

#fr tho don't ever think you're annoying for asking things #youre not #its cool #this ask literally has me giddy lol #im so glad you like it <3

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elflock-magician · 1 month

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dw about the new theme it's still me gang

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elflock-magician · 1 month

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Heyyyyy is there a fandom for Bonnie's Adventures (MCRP) on here? Pspspspsp please come out and say hi :0

#Just testing the waters #Bonnie's Adventures #FNaF Adventures #WHYS IT GOTTA BE NAMED THAT #Invisible Davis #Invisible Davis Studios

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elflock-magician · 1 month

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I think that Ace got relentlessly bullied throughout all of Middle/High school, but in a "hey let's go be nice to the sped kid" condescending kind of bullying. Like the kind of "aweee, you remembered my name?? I'm so proud!!" and "Can I take a photo of you please" way. Like the condescending 'totally going to make fun of you behind your back' kind of way.

Maybe it was upfront too, but still. I'm not projecting guys, I swear

#ace markey #drdt #danganronpa despair time

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elflock-magician · 1 month

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do you guys think that Ace goes "mimimimimimim" whenever he sleeps

#ace markey #drdt #danganronpa despair time

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elflock-magician · 1 month

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Hey, Yo! its Jay again lol, uhmz so, that Nagito x Jay fic you made is like, my favourite ever, so i came here to humbly ask (if that alright) if i can have another one? ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ

Uh, somethingz changed so let me give ya some updates you might need

So, yk how Nagito has two sides right? like his usual Self loathing, Hope obsessed self, and his chapter 5 Sarcastic and Passive-Agressive side?

So, Jay actually has something like that too, they like acting rebel-ish/Tough and jokester/Playful while sometimes being very shy and tsundere or just plainly shy tbh

They really like Emo/Scene music, and fashion, though their talent is the ultimate fan (danganfan actually but no breaking the 4 wall shh XD)

Oh, and their appearence changed a bit too!

Any fluff scenario, preferably Hope's Peak Academy with established dating would be so hecking coolz!

funsie fact: october (the month you used in that jayito fic, is my birthday month XD)

Again, THANK YOU SO MUCH! i really like seeing things about jayito that i didnt do so i can have a surprise, and the way you write is PERFECT *happy cries*

A/N - Omg hiii!!! Thx so much!!! It’s so nice to see you again. Ngl I’ve missed writing Jay, even though the other fic was pretty brief, lol. But yeah, here it is!! :3

Summary - Jay’s attendance record was absolutely horrific. They so often skipped class to go waste the day in the gym closet to read fanfic or listen to music. Nagito was really the only one who knew of Jay’s habit. He considered it something special.

Nagito had noticed something about Jay. Specifically being that usually, Jay either showed up to class pretty early or just didn’t bother at all. So when Nagito noticed Jay’s absence that morning, he knew that Jay would not be around for class.

Before the two of them had officially started dating, Nagito had noticed their lackluster attendance record, and chosen to leave Jay to their own devices. He figured that the ultimate was just bettering their talent elsewhere. But then, one day pretty early into their official relationship, Jay had texted Nagito something along the lines of ‘Heyyy, I’m in the upstairs gym clozet skipping, drop by? ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ’ and Nagito wasn’t about to pass that chance up, no matter how undeserving he saw himself of it at the time, and it became something special. Nagito quite liked it, actually, as selfish as he may have seen it back then. He liked how it was something uniquely special between him and Jay.

But regardless of how, when Nagito noticed Jays absence that morning, he figured he should check the gym closet for Jay.

And, surprising no one, Nagito was correct. He entered the empty gym, and then climbed the stairs to where the nearly empty closet was. The upper gym closet wasn’t often used, which made it an easy to access place of skipping class. Nagito approached the closet door, and opened it.

“Jay, are you in here?” Nagito called out into the dark closet as he creaked the door open, his hand slightly to the side of his mouth to project his pretty raspy voice.

“Boo!”

“Oh, hey Jay.” Nagito replied curtly, not at all startled. Nagito was very numb to most forms of fear, but that never stopped Jay from trying to get Nagito to call out in surprise.

“Gah, you’re no fun to try and scare!” Jay murmured as they shoved their hands into their jacket pockets.

“Maybe one day,” Nagito responded with a shrug. “What are you doing in here this time?” “Welll, you know! The usual. Wasting time. Anything is better than class at this point…” They added and stretched a bit.

“Sure, but if you are going to do this so often, it would be best to find a less cramped space… This can’t be good for your posture…” Nagito commented as he slightly tilted his head to examine Jay’s posture a bit before slightly tapping Jay on the back. “Sounds like a future problem to me,” they responded nonchalantly. “And hey, this is technically bettering my talent as Ultimate Fan, ‘cause I come here and read fanfic sometimes! So Hope’s Peak can’t not let me graduate for my absences.”

Nagito sighed, since technically Jay was telling the truth. Hope’s Peak had some strange policies.

“Well… fair enough,” Nagito replied.

“Since you’re here~” Jay began as they took Nagito’s hand and pulled him a little closer, “You should stick around for a little bit!”

“Hmmmm,” Nagito pretended to contemplate, teasing Jay in his own joking way, “Should I?” “Oh c’mon!” Jay shook him a little bit. Nagito laughed. This was one of the many reasons Nagito loved Jay. Despite Jay being a real ultimate, he managed to never make Nagito feel like he wasn’t enough. Like he could laugh and joke, cry, and every other emotion, too, despite everything.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay!” He surrendered and smiled. Jay reached down and intertwined his fingers with Nagito’s. “But when it turns summer, we can’t be here. The air conditioner is already on its last limb, and knowing my luck, when it comes summer, it’ll be done for, and this room will basically become an oven…” Nagito deduced and shook his head in disdain of the coming future.

“Well, it’s not summer yet, now c’mon, I have some stuff I wanna show you!” Jay exclaimed eagerly and pulled Nagito further into the closet where they spent their time. Jay led Nagito to the far corner of the dark closet, the only light illuminating it was Jay’s phone. The corner was wedged behind a shelf, which was stacked with boxes of useless and old gym equipment that Hope’s Peak didn’t use anymore. It was a discrete corner but it gave enough space that they wouldn’t be claustrophobic or anything.

Nagito and Jay sat down next to each other, so close that their legs were touching, and their shoulders were together. Jay wouldn’t bluntly admit that they liked being so close to Nagito.

“Here, this is a new song I just found. It’s pretty cool. I’ve been listening to it, like, nonstop.” Jay put one of their earbuds into their right ear, and then handed Nagito the left earbud, so that they could both listen to it, Jay holding the phone out in front of them both.

“The genre you usually listen to is ‘Scene’, if I’m not mistaken?” Nagito asked as they put the earbud in. “Yeps, that’s the one.”

“Right. Well, if you like it, I like it. What’s this one called?”

“It’s called You’re so Creepy, by Ghost Town!”

“Ahah, ‘you’re so creepy’, where have I heard that before?” Nagito said jokingly. “Oh please, if someone’s saying stuff to you again, tell me, and I’ll give them a good knock upside the head to leave you alone.” Jay punched their hand into their other as a little demonstration. Not that Jay was the most athletic, but they’d find a way, they figured.

“A-Ah, that’s not necessary!” “Oh, but it totally is! I’m not gonna just let anyone talk down at you! You deserve so much better than that!” Jay replied. Jay knew of how Nagito was a bit of a target among students due to his frequent prolific rants about hope and the like, which made his peers often think he was, well, creepy. Nagito couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Ah, well in any case, what is the song?”

“Oh, right! The song,” Jay went ahead and clicked the play button on their phone, the song starting on the earbuds, Nagito listening attentively while Jay slightly nodded their head. Nagito was very supportive of Jay, some could even consider it to a fault, but he also enjoyed the music independently from that as well. He respected it because Jay liked it, but also just thought it was neat.

CREAK! Slam!

The door to the closet suddenly opened. Nagito and Jay collectively stiffened, their eyes widening. Why was anyone coming here? Literally no one ever used this closet! Not only was it up stairs, which most of the teachers couldn’t be bothered to climb, but the closet had literally nothing of use in it!

While it was true skipping class was excused if it was improving their talents, this technically could be considered trespassing to some degree. They really didn’t have an excuse to be there except that they couldn’t find any other private place to loiter. And the fact that the closet had almost nothing in it made it extra difficult to lie and say they were getting equipment or something. The two immediately panicked.

The light was flicked on by the culprit of the sudden door slamming, it being Ms.Yukizome. If they got caught by her they would be cooked. She would never let Nagito live it down, either. She already didn’t like the attendance excuse as it made most of the students lack other life skills. So?

Nagito and Jay were still in the dimmer part of the closet, but if they stayed upright, they could still be seen. If they were smaller, then they could not be seen behind the boxes, but they were not that conveniently shelf sized. However... It was in the split second that Nagito pushed Jay back to where Jay was laying on their back and Nagito was on top of them, keeping himself up by his elbows which were on the ground, keeping him from putting all his weight on Jay. The two of them were face-to-face, and were in… very close proximity. If Nagito leaned himself down even a little bit more, their noses would be touching. They silently held their breaths, not daring to breathe as they heard Ms.Yukizome rummage through a box. In this position, they stayed hidden behind the boxes on the shelves.

Jay silently started to become flustered, their heartbeat increasing at how close Nagito was. Though Nagito didn’t seem to pick up on the flustering feeling (he would probably start freaking out in the middle of the night when the feeling finally hit). But regardless of how flustering or embarrassing the close proximity was, the two were pretty perfectly hidden. But–

Thunk!

Ah. Just Nagito’s luck.

He knocked over some deflated soccer ball from the shelf with his shoulder when he ducked Jay onto their back. Because it was deflated, it didn’t roll to far, but it was still noticeable.

“Huh?” Ms.Yukizome said beneath her breath, looking over at the deflated soccer ball. “Is someone in here?” She shouted accusingly, putting her hands on her hips and looking over to the corner where the sound of them moving originated. But, due to their position, she didn’t see them. “Hm.” She hummed, before picking up the deflated soccer ball, though still not seeing them. She shrugged, before putting the ball back on the shelf and going back to what she was doing.

She sighed as she apparently didn’t find whatever she was looking for in the box, and she shut the light and left the room, a satisfying clunk heard as she shut the door behind her. Nagito and Jay collectively sighed in relief once she was gone.

“Thank gosh…” Nagito murmured.

“Okay, okay, get off now!” Jay called out and shoved Nagito’s chest a bit.

“Oh! Sorry about that, by the way,” Nagito chuckled a bit awkwardly as he sat up.

“‘S fine… That’s the only reason she didn’t see us…” Jay shut their eyes to evade eye contact. Jay picked up their phone, which had fallen forgotten onto the ground when Ms.Yukizome entered. The phone lit up at the touch, displaying the time.

“Oh, it’s lunch. You mind going and getting us something?” They asked, looking over, “I don’t feel like going myself~” They whined and leaned against Nagito’s shoulder.

“Sure thing,” Nagito replied and stood up, his knees cracking a bit as he did so. “Oh oh! Get the Strawberry soda and some straws so we can share it. I’ll chip in a lil!” Jay rummaged through their pockets before finding some coins in their pockets, which would effectively be able to pay for the one dollar, fifty cents soda, and maybe a bag of Chex Mix, while then Nagito could buy the actual food.

“Sounds good, ah, the strawberry soda is the best…” Nagito said and took the coins. Nagito had given up denying letting Jay pay in some part, as Jay was very insistent about not ‘taking advantage of Nagito’s kindness’ as they often said.

Nagito left to go and get the lunch, though giving a little peek to see if anyone was in the gym before leaving. Nagito liked this window of time he got to spend alone with Jay. It felt like something special. Like no one else in the world existed except for them. Well, except for when Ms.Yukizome interrupted and killed the mood, but whatever. It was something that Nagito valued. Something unique between him and Jay.

A/N - Hope you enjoyed :DD Sorry I kinda vanished for so long? School started dunking on me. Call me Gundam with the way I've been getting trampled. But heyy spring break guysss!!

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #dr2 #danganronpa fanfiction #feels pretty nice to write a request again

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elflock-magician · 1 month

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Rose please just give me one chance, Rose, Rose PLEASE

#rose lacroix #danganronpa despair time #drdt

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elflock-magician · 2 months

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Mafia Dazai living in a shipping container is gonna be me in a few years if I don't get my act together before graduation

#I wanna go into forensic psychology #but having people actually counting on your advice sounds soooo stressful!!!!#wahhhhh #bsd #fifteen dazai #bungostraydogs #bungou stray dogs

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elflock-magician · 2 months

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plz let the mv be about rose plz let the mv be about rose plz let the mv be about rose plea

#drdt mv #rose lacroix

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elflock-magician · 2 months

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i am so sorry for the person that this AMV is going to turn me into

HOLY FUCK BALLS

HOLY SHIT

IM NOT OKAY

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Like How Sad Dogs Do - BSD FIC

Summary - On the day that Atsushi is starving to death after being kicked out of the orphanage, he decides that he is going to jump the first person that he sees, and steal all they have on them. And that ‘first person’ is a man with ginger hair on a hot pink motorcycle, who had pulled over on the road to take a call.

Atsushi had been ambitious before in his life. Hoping that one day, he would get to live a semblance of a normal life. He tried to keep his head up, despite his difficult upbringing. But now, unfortunately, it became apparent to Atsushi that his ambitions had failed him, and he was starving to death. He had nowhere to go. He had been kicked out of his orphanage, with no food, no plan, and not a cent to his name. All because the orphanage was running out of resources and needed less people to feed.

Atsushi was all alone and he had no options.

“I’m so… hungry…” Atsushi murmured to himself as his stomach screamed at him to find something to eat so he didn’t die. But he was so exhausted, he could hardly even bring himself to move at all. “What else is there left for me to do other than wait to starve…? What other options do I have?” Atsushi asked no one but himself. He pondered and pondered, but found no real answer, all expect for one.

And the answer was practically none. With his lack of experience, he doubted he could get a job. And even then, he wouldn’t get money in time to not die of starvation. Atsushi had gone days without food in the orphanage, but none were as bad as the hunger that built in his whole body in those moments.

He laid down on his stomach, listening to the sound of the rushing water in the canal next to him, the sun roasting him as he was face planted on the concrete. He laid there like a sad rendition of how a woman would sunbathe at the beach.

‘I could steal but… no, that wouldn't be right…’ Atsushi thought to himself. He hardly had the energy or motivation to speak anymore. ‘But… what other choice do I have? Is it really okay for me to die here? Atsushi questioned himself. ‘This is hopeless… No! I fought to survive in the orphanage– I still wanna live… I’ll just… steal a little bit, then I’ll never do it again!’ Atsushi rationalized. Atsushi, with a new found motivation, rose from the ground and he jumped to his aching feet.

“Alright! I’ll jump the next person I see!” He declared out loud. Something like that was certainly not the thing you should… loudly exclaim before doing, but Atsushi was no criminal so he didn’t quite realize that.

Atsushi still heard a voice in the back of his head tell him this was wrong, that he shouldn’t do it. But the sound of Atsushi’s stomach growling seemed to drown it out well enough as he motivated himself to do so.

He hid in the dip of the canal, so no one who went by would see him lurking. Though he didn’t hide very well. The first person to go by was someone on a red, leaning towards hot pink, motorcycle. Atsushi, on sight, expected them to speed past. But the motorcycle pulled to a stop. The person riding it, who was dressed in leather, got off of the motorcycle and took out their phone.

Atsushi watched on as the person took off their helmet and put it aside onto the motorcycle. Taking off the helmet released almost an avalanche of ginger hair, and allowed this persons blue eyes to glimmer in the light.

“I couldn’t hear you over the motorcycle, the hell do you want?” The ginger man said to whoever he was speaking to on the phone. Atsushi crept forward. His entire body was trembling as he awkwardly waited for the man to get off the phone. Not just because Atsushi realized that trying to steal from someone while they were on the phone was counterproductive to a new criminal, but because he also thought it would be kind of rude.

“Whatever, I’ll call you back later,” the man said. His voice was filled with aggravation as he sassily hung up and put his phone away. Atsushi quickly took this as his chance. He emerged from the canal. “You’re mine, man!” He called out as he went ahead to tackle the man. Or something along those lines.

“Eh?!” The ginger man exclaimed at Atsushi. Atsushi had approached this person from behind, and was planning on tackling him to the ground and just taking everything he had on him. The man looked back at Atsushi over his shoulder. Atsushi was practically pouncing on this man– yet the said man hardly looked phased.

Before Atsushi could even properly process what had happened– he felt a hand twist in the collar of his shirt. And suddenly, he felt…. Significantly lighter.

SLAM

Had Atsushi just gotten body slammed… by someone nearly a head shorter than him?!

“GhaH!” Atsushi yelped as he felt his back get slammed into the ground with what could have been record speeds. The man then planted his foot on Atsushi’s chest to keep him down. The action felt more like a boulder to Atsushi. How was a guy this small so powerful? “The hell did you think you’re doing?! You really thought you could just try and mug me? Bad choice.” The man declared in a snarl.

“W-Wah! I’m so so sorry sir!” Atushi called out apologetically. “G-Gah!” Atsushi cried out as the man pressed his foot down harder on Atsushi’s chest.

“You’re just saying that because I’ve kicked your ass in point five seconds!” The man exclaimed. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson not to go looking for trouble, eh?!”

Grooowllll….

The intense interaction was interrupted by the low grumbling of Atsushi’s stomach. The man’s brow furrowed at the very audible noise. Atsushi blushed heavily as he stared up at the man with ginger hair. The intense air turned awkward at the sound was easily identifiable as Atsushi’s stomach growling. The man’s lip twitched in slight disgust.

“I-I’m sorry… I was just so hungry that I let it… get to my head…!” Atsushi admitted. The man's expression, surprisingly, softened. All as if somehow sympathizing with Atsushi. He seemed to catch onto the situation further once he examined Atsushi’s beaten up clothing.

“What, so you had no other options to get some, huh?” The man questioned. Atsushi blinked at the mans response before answering.

“Yes… That’s true…” Atsushi said sadly and avoided eye contact. He didn’t want to mention how he was a starving orphan to the man, as it could easily come off as a desperate lie, and even then, Atsushi didn’t want to drop all of his emotional baggage onto this random man who he had tried to rob. “But that’s no justification for what I tried to do.” Atsushi inhaled. “Whatever punishment you have for me, I’ll take!” Atsushi exclaimed. He closed his eyes, his eyelids clamping shut in anticipation of the coming violence he assumed he would be receiving.

But that violence never came.

“Hn..?” Atsushi let out the noise of confusion as the man removed his foot from his chest and backed up from Atsushi.

“My name is Chuuya Nakahara.” He held his hand out to Atsushi. “And you are?” He asked. Atsushi slightly sat up from the ground with the pressure from Chuuya gone. Atsushi looked at Chuuya’s extended hand, offering him help off the ground. Yet Atsushi continued to stare on hellessy.

“Well?! Don’t keep me waiting on an answer!” Chuuya shouted sassily and put a hand on his hip, snapping Atsushi out of his trance.

“My name is Atsushi Nakajima, sir.”

He took Chuuya’s hand.

When Chuuya had offered Atsushi help, Atsushi hadn’t expected to this extent. Chuuya had offered to take Atsushi out to lunch, saying that he was on his way to get something to eat anyway. And Atsushi was simply in no place to be passing up food. So, Atsushi got on the back of Chuuya’s motorcycle, holding onto Chuuya’s waist as he drove the two of them into more uptown Yokohama. Chuuya was taking Atsushi to a neat and private restaurant. Atsushi’s jaw had dropped upon seeing the menu, and seeing all of the options, while Chuuya was very casual about it. He seemed to know well what he wanted.

The two ordered their food, and Atsushi’s mouth was watering in anticipation.

“Tea over rice… It’s the best…” Atsushi murmured in a fantasizing way, most definitely romanticizing the food.

“You mentioned you hadn’t eaten in a while. With all the options you choose tea over rice?” Chuuya asked.

“O-Oh, well,” Atsushi began, “I suppose it’s just sentimental value? It’s always been my favorite. I haven’t eaten in a bit, so I guess I just wanted a return to normal, at least a little.”

“Hm, yeah, I get it. Looking for a constant in a changing situation can be pretty comforting.” Chuuya’s voice was calm. The two glanced up as their food arrived, two bowls being respectively sat in front of the men. A glass of wine was also brought to Chuuya, it being a dark rose red. Atsushi was no wine expert, but it looked expensive.

The two fell into silence as Chuuya put his gloves hand to the stem of the glass, brought it to his lips, and took a sip. Atsushi didn’t wait any longer to start devouring the tea over rice. Then another bowl, and then another—

And many bowls later when Atsushi was nearly full, he sighed in relief.

“This is all so good!” He declared. “Thank you so much, sir!” Though, when he finally looked back at Chuuya, he blushed as he realized Chuuya still had barely touched his food, and his wine glass was still three fourths full, and began to feel a bit bad. Chuuya had allowed him to eat so much on his dime, and Atsushi was barely talking to him! He should at least try to repay him.

“You’re welcome,” Chuuya replied simply, taking another gentle sip of his wine.

Chuuya didn’t seem to pick up on any awkward feeling, but Atsushi felt as though the silence was uncomfortable. He felt like he owed Chuuya something in return.

“S-So… uh… what do you do for work?” He asked. Chuuya put his hand up at Atsushi while he sipped. He set the glass down onto the table.

“Private business. It’s ability-based work.”

Ability-based. Those words echoed in Atsushi’s mind. Atsushi had heard about that line of work before. It was dangerous, involving people who were called ‘gifted’ having inhuman abilities. It immediately made sense how Chuuya was able to afford everything he had.

“Ability-based? You mean–” His eyes widened. “You’re one of those people with special powers?!” He called out, shocked.

“Yep,” Chuuya replied nonchalantly, though he smirked, clearly enjoying being awed at.

“Awe man– I really shouldn’t be surprised…! I-Is that how you were able to keep me on the ground before, even though you’re really tiny?” “Wha–?! TINY??” Chuuya called out, his eyes wide with insult. “A-Ah! Sorry, sorry– I mean– vertically challenged??” He tried to remedy his claim, but Chuuya just rolled his eyes. It was clear that was not the first time he had heard that comment.

“Whatever. Yes, that was my ability. It’s called For The Tained Sorrow, gravity manipulation.”

That definitely aligned with what had happened before.

“Wooow…” He murmured. Chuuya then spoke up again,

“So, tell me more about yourself, Atsushi. In Yokohama, it’s pretty common for bad people to be lurking in dark places, but you don’t seem all that bad.” Atsushi’s expression changed at that, to one of surprise that Chuuya seemed to identify him that way. “In other words, how’d ya get yourself into this situation? You look pretty young.” “R-Right, I’m eighteen, sir.” “Oh! Well that explains a lot.” “I just got kicked out of my orphanage,” Atsushi awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I don’t have anything to my name, so I made the choice to try and steal from someone.” “And ‘someone’ just happened to turn out to be me?” “Well,” Atsushi laughed weakly, “Yeah.” “So orphanages can really just kick you to the curb?” “Unfortunately, yes. There were too many kids to feed, so I got kicked out…” Atsushi hung his head. “I don’t know if I can really make it out here, sir… I’ve never really been good at much. I have no parents, and no talents other than eating and breathing, really…” He bit his lip harshly. He vividly remembered the things the headmaster of the orphanage used to frequent saying:

“You are a leech on society, a burden to everyone around you.”

“You have nothing to bring to the table.”

“This world would be better if you just died in a ditch somewhere.”

Atsushi felt tears threaten to drop in eyes, but he fought them back.

“Don’t go beating yourself up too hard there, Atsushi.” Chuuya said. Chuuya swirled the red wine in his glass a bit as Atsushi looked up. “Eating and breathing are essentials to being human, and being human means you’ve already got your start in this kinda world. ‘M sure you’ve got plenty ahead of you.” Chuuya smiled at Atsushi, despite everything.

“Y-You… Really think so?”

The waiter came by with Atsushi’s final bowl of tea of rice, and she set it down in front of him before walking away.

Chuuya only chuckled in response to Atsushi.

“I know so,” He said. “I never had any parents either, I grew up on the streets. But I clawed my way to the top.” Atsushi’s eyes widened at that. And people said that the ‘self made man’ was a myth. Atsushi wanted to trust Chuuya’s words, believe that he could find a place and have a future, but Atsushi wasn’t like Chuuya at all, from what it seemed.

“W-We may be similar but… We are very different, sir.” “Hm?” “You’re independent… Talented… I’m not…” He hung his head and sighed. ‘I might as well savor what’s probably my last meal…’ He thought to himself as he picked up his utensil and stared down at his bowl of tea over rice.

“Who says?” Chuuya questioned accusingly. Then he smirked, “I’ll give you some unforgettable advice, Atsushi. There’s one rule ya gotta follow from here on out, alright…” Chuuya suddenly yanked the bowl of tea over rice away from Atsushi. It was sudden, all to the point that Atsushi’s utensil knocked into the table.

“H-Huh??” Atsushi exclaimed in shock at that, his head snapped up to see Chuuya smirking at him, holding the bowl away.

“You can’t ever give up and run away like a pansy. Ever.” His words were harsh, and his smile was sharp. “So, Atsushi, if you want to eat, fight me for it. Then you’ll prove you can survive out here.”

Atsushi took a moment to process what Chuuya had said. Seriously? Chuuya was testing him.

“W-What?! Fight you??” He repeated.

“You have to fight for most things in life. You can’t ever give up. So, fight me, now.”

Atsushi would normally say no, say no without hesitance. Why start a fight over nothing? But this wasn’t nothing. Atsushi wasn’t done relishing in his delicious food yet! Chuuya simply stared Atsushi down as he held the bowl away, on the other side of the table. The bowl was steaming hot, its delicious smell taunting Atsushi. His lip twitched.

His final answer was a rabid scream, shouting,

“Give it to me!” He screamed passionately, throwing himself over the table at Chuuya, his hands planting firmly on the table as he threw himself over.

Chuuya laughed as his smile and eyes widened. He tossed the bowl into the air, it floating in the air soon after, the contents of the bowl only vaguely floated out of it, not spilling at all. Atsushi grabbed Chuuya’s wrists and pinned him to the booth. Chuuya chuckled before pulling his legs in and kicking Atsushi off of him.

“GhaH!” Atsushi called out as the table thudded a bit, him landing on the floor. The restaurant was thankfully, mostly empty. Though the waiter looked over from the kitchen at the scene… but didn’t bother trying to intervene. Seems like Chuuya was a regular here, and this wasn’t his first time starting a fight here.

Atsushi and Chuuya exchanged punches, though it was clear Chuuya was holding back to a degree. The fight ended as Atsushi ran out of energy, his breath heavy as he feebly tried to bring one last punch to Chuuya. The two were standing now, Chuuya’s back to the table, and Atsushi in front of him. Chuuya caught Atsushi’s slow punch. Atsushi yanked his hand back and threw his other punch. Chuuya, again, caught it. Atsushi was panting, while Chuuya had barely broken a sweat.

“It looks like you’re done, Atsushi.” Chuuya stated, his eyes shut, his words undecipherable. He let Atsushi free and reached his hand up, touching the still floating bowl. The moment his finger touched it, the contents return to its place in the bowl, sloshing around a bit before settling. He set it on the table. Atsushi looked up at Chuuya, slouching after so much movement, looking for some kind of indication of if he had done well in his eyes.

“Y’know, I’m no suck up. Your form is shit, your agility is lacking, and you’re unaimed,” Atsushi’s expression wilted at that. Chuuya still didn’t open his eyes. “But, it’s obvious you’re passionate. You’re dedicated. I like that in someone. It’s a good trait. Never let go of that. Never give up.” He stepped out of the way, letting Atsushi lock his eyes on the tea over rice behind him once more. Atsushi didn’t need to be told to go and finish that last bowl. He immediately slid back into the booth and started eating again. Chuuya chuckled slightly before sitting down as well.

“You know, there’s something I noticed about you.” “Hew Hwet?” Atsushi replied, his words mushed together as he spoke with a full mouth.

“You seem like a really good person. And my job… is dangerous work for bad people. I can’t help but feel that if you never give up, you and I are on opposite sides of the battlefield one day. And that’s a good thing.” Atsushi gulped down his last bite. “W– What?” He asked. Chuuya laughed quietly. “Ah, nothing. ‘M getting all dorky and sentimental… gross. Just… remember what I’ve told ya.” Atsushi looked up and smiled. “After everything you’ve done for me, I don’t think I ever will forget! I promise, sir!”

Atsushi had been at the Armed Detective Agency for a bit of time. He had joined shortly after his lunch with Chuuya, when he was saved from a tiger by two men, Dazai and Kunikida. Who then helped him figure out that he was the tiger, such and such.

But you can’t imagine Atsushi’s shock when he found out Chuuya was in the mafia. But it made one thing Chuuya had told him clear. He had said that if he didn’t give up, then they’d without a doubt end up on the opposite sides of the battlefield.

Atsushi, despite the fact that he would be facing someone who, despite only briefly meeting, cared about, on the battlefield… didn’t make him feel bad. It made him feel proud. He never gave up, and he had so much to show for it.

A/N - I feel like no matter what, Chuuya would NOT invite Atsushi to the mafia. Chuuya just sees so much of his past self in Atsushi, and he would see it as roping another person into the mafia’s web. So this is just a one-off little rewrite :3

But yeahhh, hope you enjoyed!!

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