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cloudsandwichsoup · 1 year

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general mp100 char headcanons,,(this’ll probably change in the future maybe,, i’ll update as i think of new ones)

shigeo “mob” kageyama

he/him

bi 100%

he’s quiet in most spaces and likes to listen but he rambles a lot when given the opportunity

he’s more talkative in general post canon but usually needs someone to start the conversation

he feels a little uncomfortable in fem clothes (because of the school break in incident) but would wear a skirt if asked (depends on who’s asking, will say no to reigen)

will wear anything teru buys for him

always the first player when playing video games

goes to s&s at least once a week to visit

teases his brother sometimes (but is the one mostly being teased)

the most normal little guy you’ve ever seen /j

arataka reigen

he/him

(disaster) gay

single father of 3 (tome, teru, shou)

married to serizawa

has a decent fashion taste when recommending things to others (but not himself all his clothes are ugly)

unofficially adopted teru and let him live in his apartment; serizawa (didn’t live with him at the time) convinced him into getting a bigger one because teru and reigen were super cramped

very proud of mob (cries when he graduates middle school)

slowly and painfully tries to be more honest (and causes more problems in the process)

can cook is just too lazy to do so

sings pretty well

doesn’t pay his rent on time

salt everywhere

ritsu kageyama

he/him

achillean (men liker syndrome)

“romance ew” but is also a hopeless romantic (shouromantic /hj)

homophobic but only towards reigen (and teru for liking his brother)

emo and listens to mcr and p!atd /hj

he talks about his fixations with mob

it’s hard for him to open up even post canon,, he still has the tendency to bottle up his feelings

he gets to 100% much easier then mob does since he has less patience

it isn’t as bad though

had a fursona (his drawing of it is crumpled up in his closet)

shou drew it for him once when he found a drawing of it lying around (ritsu wanted to die)

katsuya serizawa

he/him trans (im not projecting you are)

gay

goes to therapy (and forces reigen to go eventually)

tries to give helpful advice… to varying degrees of success

he’s shou’s better dad

sensitive to louder noises (like houses burning)

aware he’s severely underpaid but stays at s&s because of reigen (and the fact that he genuinely likes the job) they end up sharing finances so they should be fine… hopefully

he works multiple jobs (online and otherwise) to keep himself afloat before he gets married cause he really REALLY wants to stay at s&s

he gets a degree in psychology and expands s&s with counseling services

can be sarcastic when he wants to be

still anxious though he’s gotten a lot better (he’s learned how to look more put together and instead panics more internally)

the nerd ever

he rambles about his favorite games and shows to anyone that will listen

teruki hanazawa

he/they (hetheycore)

gay i don’t make the rules

his hair is naturally blond and his blue eyes are not contacts (i’m specifying this cause some people say otherwise) his parents are some european + japanese

he’s fem but in a masc way if that makes sense

hopelessly in love with kageyama shigeo,, he isn’t subtle about it at all (mob has his suspicions but doesn’t want to get carried away)

literally realized he didn’t like women after he met mob (more like after he realized liking boys was a thing after looking it up)💀

has one sided beef with tsubomi over mob’s affection, they became friends later I just think it’s funny if teru is jealous

has a hobby in fashion

reigen is his dad and they move in together post canon cause i said so

shou suzuki

he/him

pan

animal lover; hampter

art kid 💀

has ocs probably

he gets scared easily and is also sensitive to louder noises

serizawa straightened his hair as a kid (still does his hair just gives him his curly hair products now that shou wants to go natural)

got a buzz cut cause he absolutely ruined his hair after ironing it every day

honorary child of the arataka family

he visits people by breaking in through their windows

wants to kiss ritsu on the lips but he burned his house down so (he might burn it again if they kiss)

dimple

he/him

aroace king

“i am a male. i am a man. i’m a ‘he’. I don’t get into that… mentally ill shiz.” /hj

besties with reigen (but won’t admit it)

strange uncle to shigeo and ritsu

wants to attack teru for all of the atrocious outfit recs he gives mob

he tries to pick a fight with mob about his outfit when it looks horrendous (mob always wins)

babies ritsu a lot

follows tome to make sure she doesn’t get hurt and ends up enjoying traveling to weird places in search of spirits

tome kurata

she/her

sapphic

never stops loving aliens

becomes interested in figuring out how espers work

hates momo /hj

runs a spirit blog + a cringe yt channel with dimple

calls dimple “dimps”

crashes at reigen’s place cause she can

she pretty much lives there so she’s technically wawa and taka’s kid

her grandparents raised her… her parents exist lol

her grandpa was a conspiracy theorist and that’s why she got into aliens idk

probably takes over s&s when she’s an adult (kicks reigen out)

momozou takenaka

he/him swag

says he's straight only cause it's funny 💀💀

he had a crush on tsubomi but now likes tome against his will,, he thinks her passion is admirable and she didn’t treat him differently because of his abilities so… crush?

good friends with tsubomi, they complain about life together

actually really likes tennis

expresses his affection through subtle ways and tries everything he can to divert attention from said affection

hates tome /j

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midnight---hollow · 2 years

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I want teru to be the stupidest fucking nerd ever. This child hasnt had parental supervision in years, idc how good his grades are he has brain damage.

I want him to believe fully without a doubt his favorite shows are real. Flying dead pigs main character waterboarded someone and teru has been following in their footsteps ever since. I want him to stay up late on Christmas eve to see if he can hear santa's reindeers i want him to eat so much icecream and then sit next to the toilet in pain because he is lactose intolerant. I want him to draw his fursona and draw what he thinks mobs would be holding hands. I want him to accidentally meet ritsu on roblox warrior cats rp. want him to be so happy about the worst clothes known to human kind. I want for him to watch so many rivals to lover shows that he think rival is another word for crush/lover

I want for after his hair got cut down in the 7th division he went home looked into the mirror and go "omg im like naruto :D" and do abunch of gang symbols wrongly

I just want him to just be a dumb ass 14 year old. He is extremely smart and is amazing at on the spot thinking in fights but he is still a 14 year old who hasnt had a parental figure in years

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #teru #teruki hanazawa #midnight rants #//he is my favorite character leave me alone 😭

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saintone · 3 years

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Could sleep last night so i made a MP100 au lol.

Power comes from emotions, mainly strong ones, like pain. It is often said that those who are strong, suffered a lot.

· Hanazawa, 22, gets assigned to the Esper Vigilance and Control Department of the Japanese Policeforce, also known as EVCD. They are encharged with keeping track on espers.

· With such inhuman habilities and complicated pasts, the goverment considers Espers especially dangerous. After Mogami’s attacks, they started registering all espers on the system, writing down their powers and capacities, and watching them to make sure none of the broke the rules.

· Hanazawa, an esper, is assigned to work with Tome. Teams are usually built off a human and an esper, so in case something goes wrong someone can fight with the dangerous esper.

· Needles to say, Teru isn’t very exited about his new job. He doesn’t complain though, because someone with a past like him feels just grateful that he didn’t end up in jail yet.

· Teru was a gangster and used his powers on other people, until he was forced to change. He picked a fight with the wrong person and they beat him up.

· ―You should use your powers on people, ―the other kid told him.

· He teached Teru a lesson: he wasn’t special. Espers like him, weren’t special. He was just another member of society, and if he wanted to belong, he had to adapt.

· Luckily for him, he was never caught by the police.

· “Everyone deserves a second chance”, he thinks. But the system doesn’t.

· When he arrives on his first day, Tome isn’t there. She is checking on some of their Espers. He is told to check on another one, and because she isn’t there, he has to go alone.

· Kageyama Ritsu and Suzuki Shou are partners and his deskmates. They help him out a bit.

· ―Ah, you got Mob―, Shou says.

· ―¿Mob?

· The subject hasn’t got a lastname, just his name figuring: “Shigeo”. There also isn’t any information on his strengt level. Orphan, entered the system when he was eight after an incident where a kid got hurt. No other problems since then.

· ―That’s what we call him, cause he’s like, a mob character, in the background. That guy’s probably the easiest one here. No one’s even seen him use his powers, I don’t think he’s even an esper.

· ―If he’s like what I heard, you’all should learn from him. ―Ritsu.

· ―Don’t mind this guy. He hates people like us.―Shou

· Hanazawa takes it as his cue to leave.

· There isn’t a photo of this mob guy.

· Mob works at the supermarket and Hanazawa goes to check out there. He barely graduated High School with average-low grades, so now he’s a repositor. From what Hanazawa has seen, this guy isn’t very good at keeping a job, he often losses them.

· As if to prove it, When Hanazawa arrives Mob is getting scolded for dropping milk.

· ―Though day at work, huh?

· Mob looks at him bluntly. ―Huh? Ah, yes.

· Imagine Teru’s surprise after seeing ‘Mob’ is the guy who saved his life, all those years ago.

cue to Mob

· Mob was eight, coming from school with his little brother when suddently a bunch of high scholers attacked them to steal their money. After losing conscious because of being hit, Mob opens his eyes and sees them all hurt: The high scholers, and Ritsu. He had hurt him.

· Mob gets taken away.

· ―Espers have to learn to live in society and adapt themselves to it’s rules―, the goverment tells their family. They tell Mob parent’s that he attacked his little brother.

· ―We will take good care of him.

· This was just after Mogami’s attacks, society was scared, goverments were getting though. Mob wasn’t a kid no more. He was an Esper.

· Legally speaking, Mob is given out on adoption. Truth is his parents didn’t have a choice.

· Ristu grows up without knowing he ever had a brother.

· Mob grows up thinking he killed his.

· Mob starts living in the goverment facilities for Esper kids. They slowly start filling up. Bunch of bunk beds on an indoor gym, old houses and stuff. School is the usual, except for Ethics Class.

· “Never use your powers on a human being”

· They got punished every time they used their powers. Mob, being clumsy as he is, forgot at the beginning. His powers slipped like a person is used to scratching when it itches, or blinking.

· He got punished often.

· Bad marks, bad looks, clumsy, antisocial. The other kids bullied him a lot. Some teachers did too.

· They cut his hair, helmet cut. Mob kept it.

· For those who chose to work in the police force, they were moved, given proper training. Mob learnt that using his powers was wrong, so he never used them. Especially using them on people. That was off limits.

· That’s what he told that guy me met when he was around fifteen, coming home from school. He saw a fight. Among them was an Esper kid, beating up others.

· Mob didn’t want him to end up in the system like him.

· But he accidentally hurt the kid. Almost killed him. Mob came home late, beaten up, and was punished for it afterwards. It was the first time anyone saw him cry, even though it wasn’t his first physical punishment, nor was it the worst.

· But Mob wasn’t crying because of the pain. He cried bc he hadn’t changed. After all this years, he had done it again. He had hurt someone.

· Mob grew up and started working on lots of things. Because he was clumsy and dumb, he was often fired. He lived on a shithole.

· One day he was tested to write down the level of his powers on the files, but he didn’t do anything. He got beaten up by the testers, who though Mob was just trying to pretend he wasn’t an Esper, but still he didn’t move. They wrote a bunch of question marks on his strength level. Nobody thought it was too big thou, mostly going on with the values he had as a child.

· As if his only capacity was breathing and standing there, on EVCD he was given the nickname Mob.

· But strength came from pain and suffering. Mob’s powers were unimaginable.

telk me if u wanna know how it goes on!

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mp100 ritsu #mp100 au #kageyama shigeo #mob #kageyama mob #hanazawa teruki #terumob #kageyama ritsu #suzuki shou #reigen arakata

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sapphiewritesandstuff · 4 years

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I hope requests are open but can I have some fluff/angst with Teru where the reader is normally cheerful and outgoing hubris falling back into old depressive habits :,) I have been feeling quite down lately and I need some Teru comfort fluff

Omg I might have turned this into slight angst I’m so sorry-

While I was writing, I missed the parts of the request, and turned this into slight angst, so sorry 🙏 But aside from that, I hope this can bring some form of comfort to you! If you’re ever feeling down, don’t hesitate to message me or send something in. My inbox is always opened for you ❤️❤️❤️

Please enjoy~

Warning: Mentions of depression and cutting. Reader discretion is advised.

Minamoton Teru with a stressed reader who is falling back into depression.

Lately, you’ve been incredibly stressed. May it be school work, relationships, or your own emotions, everything seemed to be against you.

You deliberately kept this a secret from your boyfriend, Teru.

You two had only been dating for a few months, but in those few months, you’d come to learn the other sides of Teru others don’t often witness.

The vulnerable side of him, the soft side, and of course, his protective side. You fear his reaction if he learns of your recent unhappiness. You could only imagine his reaction; his misunderstanding of your situation leading to the eldest Minamoto boy hurting an innocent bystander in your life who he presumed had offended you.

And you kept everything under wraps, taking your medication and talking to your therapist about your situation (keeping some information to yourself).

However, one day, too much happened too quickly for you to handle.

It didn’t help that the weather decided to change from its previous sunny, cloudless form to a darker, stormier version complete with pelting rain and freezing temperatures.

It was dinnertime, and you could hear the impatience in your mom’s voice as she called for the third time for you to get your butt to the dinner table.

You clutched at your hair, trying to block her voice out.

The day had already been horrible for you. You had almost arrived late at school thanks to you staying up late last night, studying for a test.

Not only that,ever since you had started dating Teru, other girls would talk to you in a passive-aggressive way, always insulting you under the mask of friendliness.

“Wow, it must be so hard being Minamoto-san’s girlfriend. Messy hair is a no-go, crumpled uniform is not acceptable, and always having to keep up your grades must be hard!”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so lucky. I mean, Teru-kun chose you out of all the other girls at this school. And no offence, but you’re hardly the prettiest nor the smartest at this school.”

You tried to ignore the scathing undertones, smiling politely and excusing yourself to the third floor bathroom.

Inside the last stall, you let your sadness out, shedding silent tears.

You could’ve sworn you heard a concerned whisper but you brushed it off as another effect of sleep deprivation.

But life has to go on and for the rest of the day, everything seemed normal.

You sat with Teru at lunch, letting him nag at you only half jokingly about recent failed tests.

At last, when you arrive at home, bag heavy with homework, the first thing you get when you open the door is your frowning father.

“I heard your grade in math dropped.”

At this point, you could barely blink back the tide of tears that threatened to flow out. Your dad didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, lowering your eyes to the floor.

Ignoring your apology, your dad continued, “What’s sorry going to do to fix your grade? I heard Okamoto-san’s daughter has full marks on everything.”

You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms.

“Honestly, why can’t you be more like—”

“I’m not, okay?! I can’t be more like Yua-chan because I’m not her!”

Pushing past your dad, you fled to your room, but not quickly enough to escape the sigh of disappointment.

Now, in the silence of your room, you listened to the pattering of rain outside, eyes constantly drifting away from your textbooks and back to a single object on the table: your scissors.

Before you and Teru began dating, you had been floating around the deepest, darkest recess of your mind for God knows how long. Eventually, with your beloved boyfriend’s help (along with prescribed medicine and therapy), you eased out of your depressed state.

But now, as the echoes of your father’s and countless other nameless students’ words tumbled around your head, your hand began to reach over to the sharp blades, ignorant of your weak protests.

“(Name), hurry it up, we aren’t going to wait all night for you!”

You snapped.

Blindly grabbing at the scissors, you brought the sharp end down on your arm. The pain failed to bring any reaction, so you stabbed, again, watching as bright crimson drops slid smoothly down the surface of your arm, staining the bleached white paper of your notebook.

Your door slammed open.

“(Name)! How many times do I have to—”

It felt like you were watching the situation unfold from a bystander’s point of view.

You watched as your mom caught sight of your bloodied arm and dull (Eye Color) eyes, your mom’s own widened, concern and regret filling her (Eye Color) orbs.

You refused to take her pity, pushing your chair back with a ugly scraping noise. You could hear your father’s footsteps on the stairs.

Grabbing a thin coat, you pushed past her, brushing shoulders with your unsuspecting father on the way down.

Ignoring your parents’ cries for you to stop, you yanked open the front door before running out into the unforgiving storm.

The rain pelted down on you, instantly soaking you to the bones.

You felt numb, from the cold or your jumbled thoughts, you could not tell.

Your feet led you to the one place you knew would take you in with open arms: Teru’s house.

When you stumbled onto his porch, he was already there, rushing out to wrap a fluffy, warm towel around your drenched form.

He said nothing, murmuring reassuring words under his breath; for you or for him, you didn’t know.

It was a blur, but soon enough, you were in Teru’s arms, a thick, fluffy blanket around you.

You could barely keep your eyes open, but when you looked up, Teru’s face remained clear in the blurry mess of the world behind him.

His blue eyes reflected the crackling fire in the fireplace and his blonde hair was ruffled in the process of warming you up.

You could see the conflict of concern, relief, and guilt in his eyes.

“It’s not you,” you slurred, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

Teru’s hand tightened around your waist, but he merely whispered in your ear, “Shhh, we can talk about this when you wake up.”

As if his one command drove all the tension out of your body, you relaxed, allowing the sweet embrace of sleep take you. But not before you heard his last barely audible whisper.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens.”

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #teru minamoto x reader #teru minamoto #jshk x reader #tbhk #request

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justphilia · 4 years

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There’s a definite chance I might not be writing this BUT

I had a detroit become human idea for a Mob Psycho fic, it’s pretty loose considering I had the idea while sitting in the back of a car and standing under the shower head.

There’s probably a chance I would be writing it but it’s kinda leaning to a “Nah, probably not”.

With that being said, I kinda don’t want to trash the idea as a whole without it meeting the light of day, so I’m gonna spill my ideas here so I can look back and think; “Wow. That’s shit.”

To add, this whole thing will sound more like babbling than an actual summary, so excuse me lmao.

Tsubomi doesn’t have any friends. But coming from a wealthy family, her parents decides to buy her a friend. Cue Shigeo/Mob.

I had a funny model name for all the child androids ‘ESP(insert number, for Shigeo it’s 100)’ despite this being a no powers AU. Then I realized it probably wouldn’t fit because I am low key planning for all the espers to be androids and realized ‘Wow, ha ha, that’s a lot of androids’ so now SOME of the espers are androids.

Okay so fast forward and Tsubomi’s parents are thinking, “We should replace Shigeo, he’s kinda old fashioned now.”

“Mom we only had him for 4 years.”

“Exactly.”

But Tsubomi’s really attached to Mob because he’s her best friend, and doesn’t tell him he might be replaced until he finds out himself. He goes bat shit crazy and tries to kill himself and Tsubomi. Cue Serizawa, a cop android.

Serizawa calms my boy down and Shigeo’s like, “You’re right, I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m so--” bang. Tsubomi low key gets traumatized, Shigeo is bleeding blue on the floor.

We shift to the next scene where Shigeo wakes up on like a bed except it’s actually a table. Cue Reigen, he works at Cyberlife as a child therapist/repair worker. Actually, my man was suppose to be just a repair worker but he got promoted to child therapist for calming down a raging Teru.

“Kid, you remember anything?”

“I- Sorta? Where am I, am I gonna be killed?”

Reigen’s like sweating because he isn’t sure himself, Shigeo’s the first kid who tried to commit murder. But as they talked, Reigen’s kinda surprised to realize that Shigeo’s actually a really really sweet kid.

Shigeo asks how Tsubomi is doing and if she hates him. Reigen tells him she’s fine and she misses him. Which is the truth, but he doesn’t mention that Tsubomi did end up getting a replacement in fear of ticking Shigeo off. Cue Ritsu, the replacement android best friend.

There’s a sort of cell holding all the ‘defect’ child androids, like a little playroom but also an actual cell, and inside there’s: Gou, Rei, Takeshi, Daichi, Kaito and Teru.

Cue Teru, who is the only one who has a similar case to Shigeo; he punched a kid in the nose and sent him to the hospital, which made his mom very very pissed and sent him for repairs. Because of this, he’s enraged further and the staff can’t send him back unless his attitude changes to the “ideal son”.

Teru thinks being an android is a gift, he can’t die and he’s pretty much flawlessly shaped. When he meets Shigeo, he asks why he looks so plain, and it’s revealed it’s because Tsubomi didn’t want anything flashy.

And mostly because Shigeo’s an older model.

Each kid (except for Teru) had an actual defect to their system. Gou has somehow obtained a built in lighter function, which isn’t suppose to be there. Rei has the reconstruct and construct feature for unknown reasons. Takeshi is basically a walking magnet, except he doesn’t really know when it’s turned on or off (when it’s turned on, it’s strong enough to accidentally pull all the others towards him and it gets pretty annoying). Daichi and Kaito’s memory cloud keeps syncing with one another, which disrupts them from being able to remember the right things correctly (i.e Daichi gets Kaito’s memories and believes they are his own and vice versa).

The only reason they’re still stuck here is because they come from middle class families (except for Teru), so they’re way behind on the waiting list to get repaired.

Shigeo, on the other hand, came from a rich family, so he’d be out in no time. This makes Teru very mad, he states it isn’t fair that Shigeo gets to be let out sooner than them even though he just got here.

He tries to attack, but unfortunately for him, they’ve installed a software that prevents Teru from being able to kick and punch. Like a parental lock sorta? The same has been done to Shigeo.

Shigeo only makes Teru even more mad when he says he wishes he was human. If he wasn’t human, none of this would’ve happened, “Teru, if you were human, you wouldn’t be right here y’know? Your mom wouldn’t need to send a real human boy for repairs.”

And Teru is pissed because he knows Shigeo’s right.

But being the cunning bitch he is, he smiles and pretends to accept Shigeo’s opinion, and he asks for a hug. Shigeo happily agrees and let’s Teru wrap an arm around him.

Then Teru squeezes.

“Teru, I can’t, you’re crushing- I can’t--”

“Oh, I know. If I break you enough, you’ll have to stay here with us even longer.”

Shigeo tries to retaliate, but due to the software, he’s unable to kick himself free. The rest tries to intervene, but Teru threatens them to stay back or he’ll squeeze harder.

“Can a human do this? Shigeo? Can they?”

Shigeo manages to break through the system and finally breaks free, he’s back in his aggressive mode and actually starts attacking.

He takes it too far when he rips Teru heart out.

Everyone is screaming at this point and Reigen’s rushing towards the cell like mad. Serizawa is there too, because he wanted to visit Shigeo to see how he’s doing.

“Why are you running?”

“Something bad is happening, I need to be there- Woah there buddy!” Serizawa picks Reigen up and surprises him. Then the android fucking bolts.

When Reigen finally reaches the cell and enters, he finds Shigeo on the ground, bleeding out once again, and Teru staring motionlessly at Shigeo.

“He...gave me his heart.”

Shigeo is sent to be repaired again and this time, he’s kept in a separate cell, because no one knows how he managed to break through their system. It’s almost impossible for a child -and not to mention an OLD- model to be able to do that.

While Reigen’s thinking in his office, cue Mitsuura, who says it’d be a shame for all those child models to lose their cool abilities. He jokes about just creating a child model meant to possess those abilities, like a tiny cop or something.

Cue Suzuki, no no, the other Suzuki. Mommy Suzuki. Except she’s a single lady who surrounds herself with Touichirou, the first ever android model made. That’s right, she’s head of Cyberlife.

She comes in, because she can’t sit still, and says, “Not a bad idea, man.”

Mitsuura has a fit and thanks the woman.

“So, about that old model that broke my parental control lock?” She turns to Reigen and he huffs, shrugging.

“I really don’t know, ma’am.”

She hums, definitely interested. Unlike the OG DBH, in this AU, they’re more lenient in the deviancy of androids because Suzuki believes they can have rights too. Except they don’t need to get paid, unless they want to? Honestly my idea for that aspect is low key fuzzy.

So anyways, Suzuki remembers Mitsuura’s idea and basically starts sketching out the draft. Cue Shou, who doesn’t exist yet but he’s in the making.

“Can you take the extra components of those child androids and keep them somewhere for later use? I’ll be needing them.”

“Ma’am, those androids are at the back of the waiting list, we can’t just--”

“Just do it.”

Cue Roshuuto, who seriously believes they should just kill Shigeo. “He’s too dangerous” blah blah blah SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Anyways, Reigen doesn’t want to do that because a) android or not, that’s a kid and b) You can’t make that decision and neither can I. Only Suzuki can.

Roshuuto sorta frowns, because everyone knows Suzuki plays favorites; and that favorite is Reigen. He’s the reason why Touichi now has a bit of sentience, before that android was pretty ruthless.

So if Reigen personally doesn’t want to get rid of Shigeo, then Suzuki would say the same too.

Meanwhile, Teru has been showing signs of positive improvement in attitude, there’s a speculation it might’ve been because Teru now has Shigeo’s heart, but that’s just dumb. That kid believes he just killed another android and he’s not sure how he feels about it, so he decides the least thing he could do was to be a better android.

Since Shigeo doesn’t share the same cell as them and nobody told them Shigeo survived, everyone in the playroom thinks Shigeo is dead.

Teru gets sent back after that, and the rest of the kids got their needed repairs.

Meanwhile, Shigeo and Reigen has daily consultation sessions, where they try to find the source of Shigeo’s issues. It takes about a month and Reigen hands Shigeo his cellphone number, saying if Shigeo ever needed him, Reigen would be there.

Shigeo gets sent back to the Takane’s family, because if he doesn’t, Tsubomi will throw a fit. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, it’s ugly. It’s not like she’s spoiled, but when she strongly and firmly wants something, she’s determined enough to get it.

Originally, Ritsu was meant to be a direct replacement of Shigeo. He even had the bowl cut and everything, but Tsubomi’s intelligent and manages to figure out Ritsu’s a fake. She doesn’t get mad at him though, he doesn’t deserve it, instead she just befriends him too. Ritsu becomes a whole new person he wants to be, even mussed up his hair to look different.

So Shigeo meets Ritsu for the first time, and he’s sorta confused and upset, but Tsubomi got attached to Ritsu as well and refuses to leave him. Ritsu says he’s glad to finally meet Shigeo, because he has heard so much about him, and Shigeo decides he could like Ritsu.

I kinda stop making ideas from here, but I had a rough idea what happens next. Teru and Shigeo do meet again at some point, and Ritsu does meet Shou at some point too.

There will be background Serirei, and Shigeo does eventually grow a crush on Tsubomi and confession and oh no it went wrong. I think that’s when Shou makes his first appearance?

Because they think a child can calm another child down. It doesn’t work.

Nobody realizes Reigen’s probably the only thing that can help until the very very last minute.

So anyways, that’s the end of it. I don’t know what to do with this idea because now that I’ve spilled them all on the table, I kinda feel like writing it now. Though I already have two other projects planned, one being Nap’s birthday gift fic and another being a secret project that features Ritshou and amnesia, so it might be delayed to maybe June :(

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #detroit become human #alternate universe #kageyama shigeo #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #hanazawa teruki #takane tsubomi #kageyama ritsu #suzuki shou #fanfic ideas

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grandmasterreigen · 5 years

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For the prompts, how about 72, "You deserve so much better.”? And congrats again on passing the exam!!!

@creativeoutlook

THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS <3 I ended up combining these two prompts because they worked super well together and ended up with a 1.5k monster drabble. I hope you enjoy it!!

For the dialogue prompts “You deserve so much better” and “I got you a present.”

When Teru wakes up early in the morning on April 13th, the apartment is silent and dark.

Like it always is.

He should be used to it. It shouldn’t bother him anymore. Most days he can pretend it doesn’t, that everything’s fine, that he’s fine, and most days he can even convince himself that it’s true.

But today’s his birthday, and the loneliness of facing another day alone weighs him down into his mattress with leaden limbs and a growing pressure behind his eyelids.

It’s mornings like this that he lets himself dwell, just for a few minutes, on what he used to have. To waking up on his birthday to smiling faces and whispered congratulations, to an extra special breakfast and the promise of yakiniku after school, to a day of happiness instead of isolation.

He almost skips school. He knows no one will even remember it’s his birthday anyway, and why should they? He’s fifteen now, way too old to care so much about something so stupid. It shouldn’t bother him. He’s Hanazawa Teruki. He’s a straight-A student with awesome fashion sense and enough maturity to hold a part-time job on the side. How many of his peers could claim the same? Almost none of them, that’s who.

He forces himself out of bed and doesn’t bother making breakfast at all. He’ll pick up a sweet bun of some sort at a convenience store instead, maybe a coffee with extra cream. Some cake on the way home. He’d normally make it himself, but, well.

He doesn’t really have the energy to bother today.

The apartment is as cold and empty as Teru’d left it, and for once he doesn’t care enough to put away his schoolbag. He leaves it on the ground, his uniform in a heap next to it instead of carefully hung in the closet, and sets the slice of cake he’d picked up at a bakery on the table.

He checks his phone for what has to be the hundredth time so far. Nothing. Of course. He shouldn’t feel so hurt by this – what did he expect, really? It’s not like his parents had remembered the year before, either.

Sorry we forgot! Happy belated birthday!

Not even a phone call. Just a six-word text two days late.

Teru almost turns off his phone entirely. He’s just riling himself up with all this pointless anticipation. Instead he compromises, setting it on the table within easy reaching distance while he queues up an old home video on his laptop.

The cake is stunning. White cream with meticulously crafted yellow and pink flowers, perfectly baked and spongy. It tastes like ash.

When his ringtone suddenly breaks the silence, Teru knocks what’s left of the cake to the ground in his haste to grab the phone. He fumbles, almost swipes in the wrong direction and breathlessly says, “Hello?” without even checking the caller ID.

“Oh, hey, Teru! It’s Reigen,” the caller says cheerily, and for the first time in his life Teru can’t stand the sound of his voice. Why him? Why did it have to be him? He knows he’s being unreasonable, unfair. He really looks up to Reigen, and normally getting calls from him is the highlight of his day.

But Reigen’s not the one Teru was hoping would be on the other end of the line.

“…able to help me out with an exorcism job today? Shouldn’t take long, but Mob was busy and couldn’t make it… Hello? Teru? Are you there?”

“I’ll be over in fifteen minutes,” Teru says, and he hangs up before Reigen can respond. It’s a little petty, but whatever. It’s his birthday, he can be petty for once if he wants to be.

The office is dark when Teru walks up, and he regrets hanging up on Reigen now. He was probably supposed to meet Reigen at another location, and now he’s letting him down. All that pettiness Teru was holding onto washes away with a wave of regret. What if Reigen doesn’t call him again after this because he thinks Teru’s unreliable? Teru was acting like a kid. He’s fifteen, he should be able to control himself better. He’s still reprimanding himself as he tests the office door.

It’s unlocked.

Reigen never leaves the office unlocked when he’s out, but the lights were off. The world narrows down around him, and he pushes open the door, dread and apprehension lodging in his throat as he peers into the office ready to employ defensive measures at any moment –

“Surprise!” an assortment of voices yell, and power is already sparking at Teru’s fingertips by the time what he’s seeing registers.

Shigeo and Ritsu are standing behind Reigen’s desk where they’d been hiding. They’re both smiling with so much enthusiasm, Shigeo’s lack of reservation so refreshing and bright. Shou is lounging on the couch, grinning widely and holding what looks like an explosion of wrapping paper. Tome lets loose a party popper, sending a spray of rainbow confetti.

“Happy birthday!” she yells with a dramatic spin, snapping something off the couch and dumping it onto Teru’s head. He reaches up in a daze, touching the smooth plastic of a party hat.

Reigen and Serizawa are here too. They’re standing off to the side, both smiling at him with matching proud expressions.

“Happy birthday, Teru,” Reigen says. He holds up a box impeccably wrapped in bright paper. “I got you a present.” Teru can see tiny white scuff marks on the paper where the tape had been removed more than once, indicating a less-than-perfect start to the wrapping process. It’s just a little bit wrinkled where the paper has been refolded.

It must have taken ages to get right.

“We all did!” Shou chips in, launching himself over the back of the couch with a much more… creatively wrapped box. Teru just stares dumbly at it until Shou practically forces it into his hands. “Come on, dude, take it. It’s for you. You’d better like it.”

Outwardly, Teru recovers quickly, even as he reels internally. “You guys didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” he says, and he means it. The more he looks around, the more he realizes just how much work went into all of this. The entire office is done up with streamers, a lopsided banner hanging over the window that declares Happy Birthday Teru in painstakingly handwritten letters. There’s a homemade cake on the coffee table, unevenly cut strawberries set in a mostly-circular pattern in the frosting. It’s listing slightly to one side. It looks like the best cake Teru’s ever seen.

This was all for him. They spent all this time for him.

Teru’s phone is a deadweight in his pocket. He’s spent all day with his hand hovering near it, just in case one of his parents actually bothered to call. He’s been waiting for so long for any sign of love from them without anything, not even a text.

He slips a hand into his pocket and holds in the power button to shut it down.

It’s dark outside by the time everyone goes home. Shigeo and Ritsu are the first to go, followed closely by Shou and Tome when Reigen not-so-subtly reminds her of the curfew her parents set. Serizawa’d left to get a pack of trash bags, Reigen’s meager stock having been almost immediately depleted.

“Did you have a good time?” Reigen asks as he wipes a glob of frosting off the table. Teru waves a finger and confetti flies up from the ground, spiraling neatly into the trashcan. His spare hand absently fingers the soft material of the bright green sweatshirt Reigen had gotten him. It has a big decal of a dog across the front, and if Teru’s being honest it’s not quite his style.

It’s too warm out to be wearing it, but he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t ever want to take it off.

“Yeah,” Teru says. It’s quiet now that almost everyone’s gone, and he chews the inside of his mouth nervously. “You really didn’t need to do all of this. I didn’t mean to put you all out like this.”

Reigen stares at him, almost incredulously. It melts away almost immediately into one of understanding, and he offers an only partially convincing smile. “You were alone, though, right?”

Teru freezes, and he searches Reigen’s expression for any sign of pity. He can feel the defensiveness already rising up, emotions still raw from the earlier hours of the day. “I’m used to it. It doesn’t bother me,” he says.

Reigen isn’t smiling, but he’s not pitying, either. He reaches over and pulls Teru into a loose hug, giving Teru plenty of time to back away first. Teru doesn’t resist.

“You deserve so much better,” Reigen murmurs into Teru’s hair. He tightens his hold, and after a few seconds Teru reaches up and hugs him back, fingers curling into the fabric of Reigen’s shirt.

Teru knows he’ll never stop wishing it was his parents here with him, telling him that he mattered. But he’s got Reigen, and Shigeo, and all the others, and for now that’s enough.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #teruki hanazawa #reigen #reigen arataka #teru #prompt fill #my writing #i'll probably post this on ao3 later!!#anyway I really hope you enjoy <3 #i can't for the life of me get the read more link to work so i'm sorry to mobile users #i didn't proofread at all so i'm sorry if there are mistakes lmao #aeru.stuff

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For the Sake of a Smile Chapter 3

Rating: G Relationships: terumob, ritsu&shigeo Chapter Summary: The welcoming committee sends someone to help out Teru, but their representative doesn't seem to like him very much. Crossposted to AO3: Chapter 3

Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

"Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers." — William Shakespeare

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Teru wakes up early the next morning to give himself ample time to prepare for the upcoming school day. He’d ironed his uniform the night before to make sure it’s crisp and ready for him, and he fiddles with the navy blue tie he wears over his white shirt until it lays just right. Navy slacks and polished black shoes come next, and while the outfit is overall much plainer than he would prefer, he finds he doesn’t much mind it.

There’s a knock at his door right as he’s scooping up his book bag to head to his homeroom class--he’d been hoping to get there early so he could easily find his new seat and familiarize himself with the classroom, or maybe even get a chance to socialize--and Teru’s suddenly thankful he’d decided to get up so early. His classes don’t start for another half hour, which is more than enough time to walk across the campus and locate his homeroom with time to spare, but it seems the school has other plans for him.

When he cracks open the door, he’s met by another student, dressed in the same crisp uniform, his only distinguishable feature being the student council armband secured around his left bicep. He’s a few inches taller than Teru, not that it’s all that hard to be taller than Teru is, and his hair is long and seems to stick up in all directions. Teru can’t tell if it’s on purpose or just what his hair naturally does, but he doesn’t have much time to ponder on it.

“Good morning, Hanazawa. My name is Kageyama Ritsu, I’m here on behalf of the student council,” he greets, reiterating Teru’s earlier assumption. “Our welcoming committee is dedicated to making sure your transition here goes as smoothly as possible, so if you like, I can show you to your homeroom.”

He’s so stiff, Teru thinks to himself, regarding the boy’s squared shoulders and ramrod posture. The name Kageyama is familiar on his tongue, too, though he can’t quite place where he’s heard it before. Well, it’s not exactly an uncommon name, so he quickly brushes off the thought. “Ah, of course. Thank you,” he replies, an easy smile coming to his face. “You’re just in time, I was getting ready to leave. Wouldn’t want to be late for my first day, after all.” He steps outside and pulls the door closed behind him, listening to the electronic lock click into place. “Shall we?”

Ritsu just nods his head, turning to head down the hall. Even the way he walks is stiff, coordinated, like he’s expecting someone to jump out and criticize him. He looks down at his clipboard once more as they walk down the hall. “You’re in class 2-A?” he confirms, and Teru sees his eyebrows lift in surprise. “I didn’t realize you were transferring into the special class.”

Teru frowns at this. “Surprised? That seems to be the general reaction whenever I tell someone what class I’m in. I still have no idea what “special class” is supposed to mean, but I suppose it doesn’t matter. What class are you in?”

Ritsu lets the pages of his clipboard flutter back into place, gaze straight ahead as he walks. “I’m from class 1-A, the special class for first years,” he replies, his voice a little clipped now. His brow is furrowed ever-so-slightly, as though this revelation is somehow troubling to him.

“Wait, you’re a first year and already on the student council?” Teru asks in surprise. He hadn’t realized first years were even allowed on the council here. “What is the special class, anyway? Everyone keeps saying that, but no one’s bothered to explain it.”

Ritsu pushes open the front door of the dorm and leads them out into the cool morning air. “I’m the treasurer,” he replies, and Teru can’t help but wonder how a first year managed to get so high up after only a single semester. “There’s a special class for each year, but it’s incredibly hard to get in without-”

“A recommendation from the President,” Teru interrupts, impatient. “Yes, that’s what I keep hearing, but I’ve never spoken directly with the President, I don’t think he even knows my name beyond maybe looking over my transcripts, so why the special class?”

Ritsu flashes him an odd look, something between curious scrutinization and an almost indignant glare, and says, “Everyone in the special class has some sort of talent that sets them apart from everyone else, so there has to be something you’re known for that would have caught the President’s attention. What did you apply here for?”

Teru glances away, feeling suddenly defensive and a little bit sheepish. “I’m… looking for someone,” he answers vaguely, “and I didn’t apply to show off any particular talent, I only took the entrance exam.” He hadn’t submitted any sort of formal audition, and there was really only one thing he could do that would warrant any sort of special consideration. “I can cook, but there’s no reason the President would know that, I didn’t even mention it in my application. You’re in the special class though, what’s your talent?” He bounces the question back onto Ritsu, if only because the conversation is starting to make him feel just a little self-conscious.

Ritsu lets out a little sigh and appears to drop the subject for now. “I play piano,” he replies, though he doesn’t sound all that passionate about it. “I won a few awards and competitions in middle school, and my parents are members of the school board. I likely would have ended up going to school here even if I hadn’t joined the special class.”

Well, isn’t he lucky, Teru thinks to himself, knowing that he himself would never be able to attend this kind of school without the scholarship so generously offered to him. “Your parents must be proud,” he supplies.

Rather than the smile he’s expecting, or some sort of modest response, Ritsu’s lips press together almost in annoyance. “Yes,” he says, the response coming out clipped and forced. He leads Teru into the main building and down one of the halls, falling quiet.

Teru can’t figure Ritsu out. Had he made a bad impression or something? None of this made any sense to him. What a buzzkill, he thinks dejectedly when Ritsu pauses outside a door labeled “2-A”. He’d seemed to be at least friendly at first, but maybe he’s just a hardass.

Still, he pretends not to notice Ritsu’s stiffness as his escort pushes open the classroom door and walks inside. Teru follows him, his book bag slung casually over his shoulder as he orients himself in what will quickly become a familiar space to him. It’s not so different from all the other schools he’s been to in his life, just a little sturdier, cleaner, and nicer than his school back in his hometown. Polished plastic desks sit in rows in front of a blackboard that takes up nearly the entire wall, and the teacher’s desk is taken up partly by stacks of textbooks for various topics. It’s still early, a little too early for most students to have already arrived, but Teru does spot a familiar head of black, bowl-cut hair sitting in the center row, reviewing a propped-open workbook.

Shigeo looks up as the two of them enter, a small smile coming to his face. He offers them a little wave. “Ritsu! I’m surprised to see you,” he greets, before turning to Teru. “Good morning, Teru. Did you run into my brother on the way here?”

Brother, of course! That’s where he knows Ritsu’s surname from. Now that he has a better look of the two of them, they really do look a little similar, although Ritsu’s noticeably taller than Shigeo is, and Shigeo seems rather comfortable at his desk as opposed to Ritsu’s incomparable stiffness. “Ah, he came to me, actually. Welcoming committee, you know the deal,” he replies breezily, waving a hand as though it’s no big deal.

Ritsu smiles, the first smile Teru’s seen on the boy’s stoney face. “Yes, I’m just here to drop Hanazawa off,” he explains, casting Teru a curious sideways glance. “Did you two meet already?”

Shigeo nods, offering Ritsu a smile in return. “Oh yes, we met yesterday! Ritsu, Teru is the guy I was talking about yesterday, the one who cooks. He’s very talented, it’s no surprise that he ended up in the special class,” he replies enthusiastically, or at least as enthusiastically as Teru imagines he can with such a deadpan expression.

Teru can’t pretend that the praise doesn’t go to his head just a little. He reaches up a hand to flick his hair behind his ear, tucking the bleached strands away with one smooth motion. “Thank you, I’ve been practicing ever since I was a kid,” he replies graciously, allowing himself to preen just a bit in the face of an earnest compliment.

Ritsu, on the other hand, is giving Teru that look again, somewhere between scorn and confusion, and if Shigeo notices his brother’s odd behavior he doesn’t comment on it. “...Right,” Ritsu replies hesitantly, adjusting the strap of his book bag over his shoulder. “Anyway, I should head back to my own class before my teacher shows up, he tends to be early. I’ll see you at home, Shige.” He offers his brother another little smile and a wave goodbye before he turns and heads out of the classroom once more.

Teru watches him go, somewhat perplexed. “Is he always like that?” He asks, leaning over Shigeo’s desk slightly.

“Ritsu?” Shigeo echoes. “Hmm, I guess so. He did look a little stiff, but I figured he was just a little stressed out or something. He just joined the student council recently, so he’s a bit busier than usual.” He offers up a little shrug in response, glancing out the door after his brother. “Why, did he seem strange?”

“No, not strange,” Teru says quickly. The last thing he wants is for the one potential new friend he’s found to think he finds his brother weird. “I guess he just seemed like something was bothering him,” he adds, a correction to his original statement. “Anyway, I’m sure it’s no big deal.” He glances down, catching the glint of a little metal nameplate stuck to the corner of his desk with velcro. Engraved on its surface in the school’s navy blue is Kageyama Shigeo, a placeholder that matches the ones stuck to ever desk in the room. How fancy, Teru thinks to himself blithely. “Shigeo, did you happen to see where my seat is?” he asks, glancing around at the nearby desks curiously.

Shigeo nods, brightening a bit at this. “Oh, yes, I did! One of my classmates moved away over the break, so they’ve given you her desk,” he explains, gesturing to the desk directly behind his own.

Well, isn’t that lucky? Teru can’t help but muse to himself, thanking Shigeo quietly and moving to observe his new desk. Sure enough, there’s a shiny new placard with his name on it stuck to the upper-right corner, beside what must be the one leftover from whoever had previously used the desk. He casts it a cursory glance as he slides into the chair: Takane Tsubomi, it reads, though Teru supposes it doesn’t really matter who had used it before. “Was this classmate someone you were friends with?” he asks Shigeo, who’s turned around somewhat in his seat to continue the conversation.

To Teru’s surprise, Shigeo’s face goes pink, and he glances down in a poor attempt at hiding his blush. “Ah, yes, she was--still is, actually,” he replies. “We were friends when we were younger, but we were never very close. We text occasionally, just to keep up.” Ah, so that’s how it is. Teru knows a crush when he sees one, but Shigeo gives off less of a fumbling middle schooler vibe and more that of someone who’s given it a chance and has accepted that friends is as far as he’ll get.

“It’s nice that you can still keep in touch,” Teru comments, just as his homeroom teacher makes his appearance. All around him, other students have begun to fill the room, chatting amongst themselves and casting him curious glances. No one bothers to approach him just yet, but Teru doesn’t blame them. He’ll have time to properly meet everyone during the break.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #terumob #hanazawa teruki #kageyama shigeo #kageyama ritsu #serendipitousfics #mp100 fanfic #fanfiction

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mob-likes-milk · 5 years

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Can I get an imagine of Teruki's crush (gender neutral) seeing him without his wig, and he's self-conscious about the bald spot. Please make it fluffy! 😊👍

rumors seek insecurities

Pairing: Reader x Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Summary: (Fluff) After the meeting with White T-poison, Teruki changes radically; he loses his past admirers but gains knowledge of his situation. His long-time crush, (Y/n), starts to be close friend with him, aware and proud of his progress. He wishes to always be besides them, but an event will make him doubtful of his confidence.

Warning: mentions of rumors & humiliation.

Word count: 2040

A/N: I got quite carried away on this one, I still hope it’s okay! (I really wanted to develop their relationship beforehand) I really hope you’ll enjoy! ♡

The rumors spread atan alarming speed since the curious news of debris floating up in the sky wasbroadcasted for the whole archipelago to know. Seasoning City was the heart ofnumerous supernatural events journalists would investigate on, but never getanswers to. Some citizens were aware and feared these happenings, but somedecided to see them as usual and not give them a second thought. It was thecase for most of Black Vinegar Middle School’s students, as one of them showedto be someone with superhuman powers; his force and capacity were unbeatable byanyone. Teruki Hanazawa was someone who you shouldn’t mess up with. Nobodycould compete the mysterious power he held; making him the most appreciated andcharismatic student of the whole school, if not of every other Seasoning City’sacademy.

His time ofacclamation was held until the delinquents started to soil his reputation,talking about how “White T-poison” played with his little game and made of hima complete fool. They all declared the strongest individual roamed around SaltMiddle School’s ground, someone with so much force he could eventually be thecause of the incident every resident of the town were concerned about. No onepresent at the scene of the battle was able to give clear answers; they wereunconscious for the most part of it, but they could affirm Teruki was laidbare, both figuratively and literally.

The main element everyonefocused their attention on was the obscure and powerful student of theneighborhood school, but nobody took notice of the sudden changes of the formermost popular teenager. He was left alone by most of his admirers, a lot of themclaiming he was just someone full of himself, ahypocrite who only wanted to show off his impressive, yet not the mightiest,capacities. His whole situationfelt unfair and completely impulsive; the amount of backlashes he receivedcould be considered harassment for (Y/n)’s eyes.

Teruki and they wereacquaintances since elementary school, occasionally telling the other greetingsand having short discussions over the small amount of school’s topics. Despitethe polite behavior the young boy displayed to them, (Y/n) never felt the urgeto know them more than a classmate. The usual cult of appreciation the otherspresented to him made them recede from learning more about their personality;his action resumed it well enough.

But the moment theysaw people loath on him, they started to make efforts for him; they noticedchanges on his personality nobody tried to apprehend. They saw him maturing up;being cognizant he is just a human; a powerful one, but still someonelike everybody else.

Ever since theystarted to initiate more discussions with the young teen, their relationshipgrew exponentially; in less than a few weeks, the two past acquaintances werealready close friends. This change did contributed greatly on Teruki’s attitudeand actions; him who has a tremendous crush on the student ever since they meetup years ago. He obviously hid theseloving emotions away from their sight, trying to cautiously make his way intotheir precious heart by his thoughtful decisions and his elegant look.

It was still surprising to see such a suddenmodification on his physical appearance after the famous event, his hair wereabnormally long on the top of his head; the mass of hair relating to a messyhaystack. People around him would noticeand accuse the rumors of him losing his blonde, silk hair during the well-knownbattle; this eccentric hairstyle being the one of a wig.

(Y/n) didn’t listen tothese warnings; they knew better than worry for something as insignificant as ahair loss problem. They like theirfriend for who he is, and even so, his porcelain face is still the most pleasantone they ever lead their eyes on.

Thestress forming through the day was slowly cleared away into one of appeasement;the soft temperature of a spring afternoon was nothing but gratification forboth of the middle school students. The sound of their shoes faintly hittingthe pavement put rhythm in the comfortable silence; the last stroll of the daywas a time of relaxation after enduring classes over classes. (Y/n) looked attheir friend from the corner of their eyes and gently smiled; they felt greatthey did the right choice to help Teruki through his isolation, the boy beingmore fascinating than they would have ever imagined.

Theyoung boy noticed the friendly stare and adorable grin adorning their featuresand felt his heart pounding slightly harder inside its cage, he softlyreturned the gesture.

“Hey, do you think you will be ableto come at my apartment tomorrow? We can finish that group project if you’dlike.” Teru’s appeasing voice broke the silence, his friend’s expressionchanged into one of slight surprise, before their grin reappeared.

“Sure, I think I can ask my parentsfor th-“

(Y/n) was cut short bya cyclist riding straight at them at a dangerously high speed. The young student swiftlystopped their saunter and tried to save their friend from a potentially harmfulhit by pushing him. The bodies of the students thumped against the concretefences of the aligned houses, a painful sensation rapidly spreading insidetheir already drained figures. The silhouette of the man and his bike fadedinto the horizon, mumblings of an unfazed sorry vanishing into thin air.

The back of (Y/n) felta soaring ache, the tough surface of the wall scratching against their darkuniform. Glaring the way the cyclistdisappeared, the student whispered cuss words under their halting breath. Theirheart was pulsating at an agonizing fast pattern, making them feel suddenlydizzy. They breathed in and out calmly trying to evacuate the sudden rise ofadrenaline, glancing back at their close friend.

Their eyes widened atthe sight in front of them; the large amount of blonde strands on top ofTeruki’s head was now laying on the concrete ground, revealing his previouslyhidden bald scalp.

His sky blue orbs shotopen when he saw their startled expression, the unusual lack of weight on hishead alarming his now troubled mind; he knew what happened. Shame started toeat him whole, his deepest fear executed without he had the chance to stop itfrom happening. A burning feeling spread through his bruised body, the pain from the previous fallfelt like nothing to this hurtful and self-destructive sensation; he knew that now, he will never beable to be with them, all because of this disgusting truth he had to hide fromtheir dearest eyes for weeks.

Disgraceful warm tearsblurred his vision, he tried to hide the bald spot with his arms but he wasaware it was futile. He tried to push himself against the grey fence more andmore, hoping he could disappear through it if he made enough effort. (Y/n) sawthe distress of their friend and rapidly sat up; their legs flinched due totheir wounds. They cautiously staggered to his shivering form; even if therumors revealed to be true, it wasn’t a problem for them; their thoughts abouthis beauty stayed just as clear as before.

“H-Hey, Teru, look atme, please…” They pleaded, trying to find his delicate eyes behind hisdefensive arms. His body seemed to shake more furiously, the tears he held intopouring down his cheeks, crimson red from the humiliation. They kneeled downand stretched their hand to maybe appease his stressed form, but he seemedfrightened to even feel their touch; their fingers felt like scalding utensilsprepared to melt his pale skin if they dared to make contact. (Y/n)’s armretreated, a frown of deep worry now showing on their features. They had to dosomething, anything to help their friend.

“You, you shouldn’tfelt ashamed of this.” They tried to reason him in a whisper, concern showingin their voice. They glanced to the side, noticing the long wig still on theconcrete ground. “I don’t think it’s awful, or disgusting, what you’relacking.” They continued and looked back at his tense frame. They chose theirwords wisely, sometime taking pauses between sentences to take a refreshing andmuch needed breath. Teruki’s soft blue eyes opened calmly, their constant shakeof fear subsisting with time.

“I-I still thinkyou’re beautiful, inside and out, and I won’t trade you with anyone else.” Theyexplained, glad to see his stunning face completely again. His eyes shinedwith slight happiness, were they true to their words? Was he as important tothem as he always considerate them? He deeply wished it, his fist clenching hispurple blouse in anticipation.

“You’re actuallysomeone I think is really h-handsome.” A timid smile tugging on their rosylips, they couldn’t hold back the genuine compliments back anymore. “I don’tmind your imperfections at all, since I have quite an amount for myself.” Theylet a laugh escape; it felt embarrassing to tell their insecurities to theirprecious friend.

They had a moment ofsilence. They looked back at each other to find the answers they wished tofind. The (e/c) orbs were fascinated by the baby blue ones, sparkling into amix of citrine and rose quartz hues. The evening sky reflected into his iris, theshining of the tears not shed gleaming around. (Y/n) was completely mesmerized.

“I-I’m not the one tocompliment like that, but your blue eyes are p-particularly pretty.” A delicatered color spread across the young student face, a feeling of embarrassmentdisplaying after admitting one of their thoughts. The face in front of themturned the same glow, a delighted smile forming after hearing their words.

Teruki embraced hiscrush in a swift motion, taking their upper body in a strong, but affectionategrip. Some lukewarm tears escaped his tightly shut eyes, a feeling of gratitudeand relief taking over his senses. His friend was taken aback when they feltthe wet sensation on their shoulder, some worry showing. They made up theirmind to think it wasn’t something to doubt about, and reciprocated the tenderhug back. The shaking lips of Teruki tried to mumble his appreciation, but hewas too overwhelmed to say it correctly.

“-T-thank y-you… somuch…” He tried to speak, his hiccupping hampered his speech.

“-You’re welcome.”(Y/n) replied calmly, their hand wandering on his back; soft rubbings carefullysoothing him. They felt another smile form on his features; the sensation onhis warm cheeks being pushed made his crush relieved. They both wished they could stay like that,but time was flying off.

They parted away fromthe sweet embrace, grins adorning their crimson faces. The blonde looked backat the wig, stretching a hand out to retrieve it with an indescribableexpression.

“You know, it’s okayif you need to wear it for the moment. Hair grows back anyway so there isnothing to worry about.” (Y/n) reassured, the hesitation he had about his appearanceslowly faded away, a smirk displaying on his features. He put the wig up on hisscalp once again, trying to balance it up so it won’t fall another time; his friendchuckled at the unusual sight.

They suddenly wonderedif he still felt the harm of their past fall, maybe he had bruises covering hisarms and back as well. They thought about what they could do to help, and decided to spendmore time with him; it was the best choice to be made.

“Teru, are you okay?I-I mean, is your back still hurting?” They asked in a shy tone, a warm feelingof affection spreading through them. He looked back at them surprised, before testinghis back, giving it random pushes. They knew what the answer was when they heardthe young boy muttering laments. They let a playful grin play on their featuresbefore taking his stiff arm in theirs.

“Well, I guess I’ll needto take care of those!” They cheered while giggling. Their friend felt his heart skip a beat afterhearing their melodic laugh, a tender smile arose from their hidden feelings.

“Haha! Sure!” Terukireplied, glad he fell for the right person.

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kotorirod · 4 years

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Chapter Summary Kiro finally gets the chance to talk with Ren, despite the rumors of expulsion on the rise.

Notes So, I'm sure if you've been reading this, you might be wondering what happened to the original Chapter 2. I didn't like it tbh so I took it down. Here's the new chapter 2. I usually have timelines for these but I'm mostly going on the fly atm As mentioned in update of chapter 1, I converted the names to the ones they go by in the Japanese version.

Victor = Zen

Lucien = Simon

Gavin = Haku

Kiro = Kira

I lol'd a bit at Kiro's because... Light Yagami? Enjoy :B

4/23/XX - After School

Ren couldn't suppress the yawn he was holding any longer. Finally, the school day ended, and he was ready for the weekend. However, he thought back to the few texts he got from Ann and Ryuji. They wanted to deal with Kamoshida as soon as possible. Yesterday, they had finally found his treasure, or at least where it was going to be. That meant they had a straight secure route to it once they sent the calling card. Ryuji said he had been working on it all night, ready to post it all over the school.

However, the teenager didn't want to have to face whatever could be guarding the treasure once that happened on a Sunday. He had hoped to relax and breathe for once away from everything. The past few weekends had been filled with preparing for the move and also dealing with the threat of expulsion. Still, Ann and Ryuji were right. The sooner it's done, the less likely they'll procrastinate until the board meeting date. They only had a week or so more before Kamoshida will tell the other teachers of the "assault" he and Ryuji "committed". Then he would be carted off to juvenile detention.

It would just be another notch on the belt he was forced to wear, all because he wanted to protect someone. Kamoshida was just another person falsely accusing him. His silver eyes narrowed down at the bag, nearly forgetting that Morgana was there.

"You okay, Joker?" the cat asked in concern. The cat's voice was still a hard thing to get used to. The fact that Morgana could speak out here like he could in the Metaverse was astonishing and probably grounds for him to go to an insane asylum. Hell, a lot has happened in the past two weeks as he wondered if he had just lost his mind. Still, it felt good to do this, to do the right thing again and not feel regretful when doing it. Feeling that drive returning, Ren lifted his phone and was about to text the others they could send the calling card tonight.

Before he hit send, Ren heard his name. Someone was calling out to him. He looked up while Morgana quickly ducked back into his bag, trying to see who in the classroom was asking for him. It seemed the rest of the class who was present was curious as well as everyone was now staring upon one of the entrances into the classroom, and there stood a familiar blond third-year student.

"Hikaru-senpai?" Ren announced to himself.

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Kira was beaming with a big smile. It had taken some time, especially with his friends from the volleyball team, urging him to avoid making contact with Amamiiya-kun. The third-year smiled brightly before walking up to him, carrying his bag in tow. He wasn't blind to those who were shocked at him approaching the infamous transfer student. He had heard the rumors, but they were outlandish at minimum. If he really wanted to get to know the guy, he would listen to it from his mouth instead of everyone else.

Once Kira got close enough, he leaned forward and asked, "You wanna hang out, Amamiya-san?"

For a moment, he thought Amamiya-kin was going to reject his offer. He watched his mouth open and close while those silver eyes were darting everywhere to avoid meeting his teal eyes. Finally, the raven-haired kouhai answered, "I... sure?"

With that, Kira leaned back away to give him space and announced, "Then I'll see you at the school gates!"

He turned and left, already planning to wait until for him as long as possible. As he stepped out of the classroom, he saw Sota running up to him with a rather peeved expression on his face.

"Don't tell me you actually asked the guy," Kira heard his friend speak like he was giving an accusation.

Kira sighed as he explained, "You can't just judge people just because of what other people say, Sota."

"You don't even know the guy."

"And that's why I asked him to hang with us today," Kira boastfully stated. Though, the smile he was sporting dulled just a bit when he saw Sota rubbing his own forearm. His eyes glanced down at the bruises and cut lip on his friend's face. The aversion of his gaze also was telling as the blonde chuckled, "Ah, is it practice today?"

"Y-yeah," Sota relayed. "Kamoshida really wants us to get ready since we lost one of our starters."

By that, he had meant the incident with Suzui Shiho. Kira was bothered by the event, as were many who had witnessed the girl jump.

"Well, shouldn't you be taking a break?" Kira asked, reaching for his friend's bandaged hand. Sota quickly jerked away from his reach as his friend stated, "Not all of us have it easy like you, Kira."

The words didn't hurt as Kira knew that Sota didn't intend them to. Instead, he just heard Sota give his farewell and mentioned that Teru wasn't going to make it either. With that, he was left to head downstairs alone. Guess he'll just be hanging out with Ren by himself. That wasn't too bad, in his opinion. He just had hoped he could get his friends to join and hopefully help Ren.

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4/23/XX - After School

"Ah, man!" Kira groaned in defeat.

The score on the screen read that Red Player won the game by the highest score, while Blue was just a couple points behind. Kira stared at the points contrasting with each other as Ren triumphantly fixed his glasses. "Surprised someone like you is pretty good with rhythm games, Amamiya-san," the third-year complimented as they stepped off the dancing machine so the next person in line could play.

"I just had a lot of practice," Ren spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. He didn't want to detail that his parents had put him in a lot of dance classes upon his request as a kid, and he had considered joining the club back at his old school.

"Must have a pretty neat arcade back where you come from," Kira commented as they headed for some room away from the arcade machines. With it being a Saturday afternoon, many of the high school students in the area had come out here to start their weekend early. They were able to find a wall that gave them some space from the other arcade attendees.

The blonde handed Ren an unopened bottle of water. Eagerly taking it to drink it up, Ren listened to Kira.

"Thanks for coming out to hang with me. I was worried you were going to decline."

A guilty look appeared on his face as Ren closed the bottle, handing it back to him. His companion gave a small smile before stating, "If you're worried about me getting caught up on whatever the rumors are, you don't have to worry about that."

Ren watched him look ahead, staring at the new player on the dance machine as the upperclassman continued, "When I started my freshman year, I had rumors going around me as well. People thought this was dyed hair, and others claimed I was part of a gang abroad, escaping from some plot that killed my parents."

A question immediately raised in his head as Ren almost asked him. Thankfully, to avoid the tactless inquiry, Kira answered already, "My parents died when I was little. I don't remember much before my uncle took me in. We moved around a lot since his work took him everywhere, but I enjoyed it."

Kira then pulled at one of his bangs before stating, "And this is my real hair color."

"You said that rumors were spread about you," Ren commented. "Did they ever stop?"

"Eventually," Kira answered. "It took a while, and what really helped was that I didn't really care about what people said about me."

Kira turned his gaze to look at Ren.

"And you should do the same."

Was he really that much of an open book? Then again, anyone would get bothered by rumors being spread about themselves from day one. He would lower his head as if hoping ducking down would stop people from talking about him.

The rumors got worse when he and Ryuji started hanging out, mostly out of necessity, on infiltrating Kamoshida's Palace. When Ann joined their escapades, people assumed they were helping her get back by cheating on Kamoshida. That wasn't helping matters, and it was clear the volleyball coach wasn't going to bother clearing things up. It was all just evidence against them once the board meeting happens, should they fail.

There were times he wondered if he just kept to himself, if Ren kept his nose out of it, he probably would have been fine. Though, that wasn't him. He wasn't going to let someone get hurt when he was around, even if it costs him so much.

"Uh... sorry if I spoke out of turn," Kira's voice spoke, pulling him out of his thoughts. He had a confused look on his face as Kira explained, "Well, I thought you were mad that I was telling you to ignore them, and really you should. They don't know you and not bothering to even try to."

"Is that what you are doing now, senpai?" Ren asked.

"Hey, I wanted to get to know you ever since I met you," the blonde spoke ecstatically. Again, Kira was smiling brightly, almost enough to illuminate the arcade. It was addictive as Ren felt his lips curving into a nervous smile before saying, "I don't want to trouble you."

"If you were trouble, then you should mug me right now."

The black-haired teen watched as the bright smile turned into one of a joking sneer. Kira leaned closer to him, a little too close to be, in fact. The smirk grew as their noses were almost touching.

"Well?"

Ren was baffled before he pointed out, "I think I might be the one going to get mugged here."

After a couple seconds of tension, Kira finally let out of a guffaw of laughter and leaned back to give Ren space. The younger teen was confused, watching Kira lean back against the wall while taking a quick swig of water.

"Man, the face you made just now! Just another confirmation that you aren't some delinquent like the rumors said."

Ren felt something swell in his heart, almost like when he and Ryuji first went jogging together. He could feel something connecting with this guy, urging him to continue to do so from here on. He couldn't help smiling again, feeling content as he looked ahead at the people playing in the arcade.

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4/23/XX - Evening

Ren was looking up at his ceiling, letting Morgana roam around the room as he looked at his cellphone. There were a couple of messages, mostly the group chat he shared with Ryuji and Ann. He then saw a text message from Kira. He tapped on it, reading the "thank you" note along with wishes they could hang out again some time.

He will admit that it was nice to have another person he could hang out with that wasn't involved in this mess. Ren could only hope that Kira wasn't going to get dragged into it.

#rise of the minor arcana #fan fic #persona 5 #mr. love queen's choice #persona 5 royal #au - canon divergence #chapter 2

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spoonie-ritsu · 7 years

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mp100 / atla AU

ok im pretty sure i’ve already made a post about this but im too lazy to look through the archives so

avatar au!! kind of long under the cut but

mob is the avatar, living with the air nomads with his little brother ritsu. mob is an airbender already, and powerful, but he doesn’t really care about bending so much. he does tricks and things still for ritsu, who isn’t a bender and finds the whole thing magical. the monks keep trying to get mob to focus more on his “avatar duties” like meditation and such, but he’s really not interested - and as a kid, just doesn’t see the importance of it.

eventually it gets to the point where the nomads are ready to make the pilgrimage to the next temple, but the monks want mob to stay behind to continue his training without distractions, meaning he and ritsu would be separated. mob was never able to make friends, and only had ritsu, so being separated from him would leave him alone. he decides to run away, maybe follow the nomads in secret, but ritsu finds out and asks to go with him. they set out together on foot (since lil ritsu cant fly rip), during a raging storm. as they’re walking through the woods they get lost, and the heavy rains create a mudslide that wipes them away and into a river. mob is able to grab onto ritsu but the rapid currents keep them under the water. mob’s avatar state awakens, and seals them both in a small block of ice, which floats downstream and eventually deposits into a lake, where they sit for 100 years.

and in comes reigen and his nephew teru. reigen isn’t a bender, teru is a powerful waterbender. teru’s parents were killed in the war with the fire nation, but he managed to remain hidden and survived (by dying his hair blond. his blue eyes were on his father’s side, an earth nation native, so despite being a waterbender he didn’t look like one). so reigen took him in at a young age. they live in a small earthbending village, where they make money doing odd jobs and selling what little fish they can catch (with teru’s waterbending help) in the lake near town. one day, a storm hits while they’re out fishing. as they’re scrambling to grab they’re equipment and head back, the ground begins to shake.

a ball of ice, which had been half-buried in the lake bottom for a century, is shaken loose and floats up to the surface. teru is excited - nothing cool ever happens in their sleepy town - and slides on top of the water and over to the ice, even though reigen is shouting at him that their equipment will be ruined. teru looks closer and sees people in the ice, and immediately cracks the ice apart and is blown back.

aaaaaand the story begins! mob and ritsu are displaced by a century in time, but teru and reigen are very accepting, and excited by the possibility that the avatar is alive!

other assorted notes:

* teru’s personality is somewhere in-between pre-mob and post-mob. he flaunts his waterbending and is proud of it, as something that his parents were killed over. it’s like his connection to his parents, something he feels no one should make him feel ashamed of - not even the fire lord himself. hes smug and has an attitude, but isn’t really cruel, just inconsiderate at times. he gets along well with reigen.

* after finding mob and ritsu, and discovering that mob was supposedly “the last airbender”, mob became pretty depressed. as a way to try and help him feel better, reigen made up the lie that he was the “world’s most powerful airbender”, and that he hid his powers not only to protect himself and teru, but because “his bending was so strong he could whip up tornadoes with the flick of a wrist”. teru goes along with it mostly because its hilarious.

* ritsu ends up being the more “popular” one, despite only being “the avatar’s brother”. and... he really hates it. he’s thinking “my brother is the incredible one, he’s the avatar! why do people care about me? im not even a bender!”. he gets pretty upset about it actually - he believes his brother should receive far more respect for being avatar, because mob works so hard to protect everyone, he deserves it. however, it’s also a sort of “mask” for the growing jealousy towards his brother for his abilities. why is he a bender and not ritsu? they’re related, how does that work? well turns out - during a skirmish with fire nation troops - that ritsu is actually a waterbender! ha, he’d been focusing on bending air the whole time he never considered any other element. he specializes in ice, and also discovers he has a talent for healing (teru totally isn’t jealous that ritsu can do something he cant despite them both being waterbenders)

* shou is the son of the fire lord, everyone’s favorite asshole father. hes not really like zuko at all here - he has no scar, hes not been banished, but he still doesn’t agree with the war and wants to bring his dad down. but he plays along with whatever his dad tells him to, waiting for the time when he has enough information - and ability - to make a move. hes sent after the avatar, of course, and only really does it for the chance to see the avatar, and admittedly have some fun throwing fiery punches around. he doesn’t really care about capturing him; if someone did capture the avatar, it’d be bad news, so shou would bust him out anyways.

* ok wait i just thought of this but takenaka is totally an earthbender, and a very powerful one. so powerful, in fact, that he can feel the slightest vibrations in the ground. all the time. every little rumble and movement he feels it, hears it, and its so annoying that he dresses in the most covering, fluffy clothes no matter the season, surrounds himself in pillows and soft things trying to avoid feeling anything. but his parents are wealthy nobles who want him to take on the flashy family business, putting him in the center of attention a lot, and he hates it so much. so much that he runs away with team avatar and into the countryside, travelling where there’s less people and less noise.

#mp100 #AUs #atla au #look at all those letters that mean nothing #would i tag this as sophie writes or #i mean if i ever did write this itd be like a. oneshot #also i really didnt mean to like. make this sound like a fic idk somewhere along the line it went from #an explanation of plot to just. writing #i didnt want to just do basic bullet points tho i wanted to elaborate #i love takenaka and also needed an earthbender on the team so hes here #i have this. very elaborate ritshou scene for this au. its been there for months and months i just cant draw it bc i suck

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uncannycookie · 7 years

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If you ever do more side oneshots from Teru's perspective for your fics I promise to read and love them to death. (Yes, the friendly water providing drunks can also be included.)

Yay I finished one prompt! Out of, like, ten. Bear with me, I’m working through something here.

Also I promise this is the last time I write about Teru’s shopping adventures, this is way too repetitive, it’s just the first thing that popped into my head and, just, this is how this boy copes in my mind

AO3 link in case the Read More isn’t working again for some reason.

Holding On (With Broken Grip)

“Of course I’m busy,” Teru drawls into the phone awkwardly held between his ear and shoulder. “It’s a Saturday, I have like - three party invitations for today.”

It’s only one actually, and he’s definitely not going, but of course that’s not something he needs to advertise right now. Juro is a friend from school and a total ass, he’ll ridicule him in front of everyone for staying in on a weekend even once.

“Anyway, why, what do you have planned?” The phone is slipping away slowly and his neck is starting to cramp a bit from the position.

How do people in movies make that look so easy? Should have put it on speaker phone. He supposes he could still do that, but he already got too much blood on the white casing just picking it up, he doesn’t want to fumble around with it more than necessary.

Where does he keep his fucking bandages? He knows he has some, somewhere.

“Mizuki nicked some beer from her parents and Eiji is bringing something too,” Juro is telling him over the phone while Teru tries his best to open the bathroom cabinets using only the heels of his hands. “We’re meeting at Eiji’s place and going wherever later, I guess.”

“Oh, wherever? Sounds riveting,” Teru yawns. Which is not even a big act to be honest. It’s a real yawn and he just has to adjust it a tiny bit to make it sound appropriately condescending.

The phone barely survives the act, dislodged from its place by his jaw, and he distorts his shoulders and neck even more to catch it in time.

“What the hell are you doing over there?” Juro asks predictably, finally reacting to the loud shuffling sounds he must be picking up on his end, as well as the banging of the cabinet doors that repeatedly slip out of Teru’s grasp.

“Getting ready of course, what do you think.”

For a second, Teru considers using his hands to open the rebellious doors after all, but he quickly drops that thought again. The cuts on his left hand are superficial, barely even bleeding anymore by this point, but a lot of glass splinters are stuck near the fingertips and he doesnt want to risk pushing them in even further. Meanwhile his right hand already feels too swollen to even move and is turning blue around the scraped knuckles.

He hopes the fridge survived that punch more unscathed than he himself did. Teru didn’t like the sound it made.

“You can’t call me on a Saturday evening and expect me not to be on the go, idiot,” he continues. “Whatever, thanks for the invite but I’ll be elsewhere. Take pictures though.”

“Dude, you’re always elsewhere lately,” Juro protests, more annoyed than disappointed. “What, found cooler friends?”

That stings for a second, and Teru can’t really tell why.

Except, maybe, the word friend made him think of Shigeo and that’s by far the worst thought for him to have today. His fridge can attest to that.

“You say that as if it would be hard,” he snaps. “At least elsewhere no one is whining at me like a ten year old. Was there anything else or are you going to stop pestering me now?”

“Nice party mood,” Juro drawls. “I don’t care man, do what you want.” He turns away from the phone and just before he hangs up, Teru can hear him addressing someone in the background with a “Nah, told you, nerd is staying in again.”

The phone finally slips out from underneath his ear and tumbles to the ground. It takes all of Teru’s willpower not to kick it away over the tiled floor.

At least now he can use his elbows to open the cabinet and keep it open long enough to actually look at the contents. The success is short lived, because apparently that’s not where he keeps his bandages after all. Teru somehow manages to slam the cabinet shut again and judging from the clattering sounds from inside, it only knocked over about half of his things.

If he really tries, he can actually bend the fingers of his right hand. It hurts like hell, but technically he can use that hand.

He’d declare that more than enough, if it wasn’t for the splinters in his left. There had simply been no time at work to look for a dustpan and brush. It had been the end of his shift already and he’d had a train to catch and he’d been tired and hadn’t been thinking and quickly picking up a whole tray of broken glass with his fingers had seemed like a good idea at the time.

From the kitchen, there is a tired mechanical whir and a small spluttering sound.

It’s probably safe to say that the fridge is not going to be in top form again anytime soon.

Might as well head to the store now to get some band-aids and a few groceries that’ll keep at room temperature.

Instant coffee is disgusting. Teru despises the stuff, but it’s the only coffee they have here and he’s at the point where looking at the prices for the actual coffee beans in an actual supermarket makes him scoff out loud.

He gets two large boxes of instant coffee. Some toast and instant ramen. Lots of instant stuff in general. Not too long ago the contents of his basket would have made him cry. Now it’s mostly just the pain in his hands that’s making his eyes water a bit with every movement, but he’s clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth and bravely ignoring it.

“Do you have tweezers?” He asks the cashier, because his own that he uses for his eyebrows aren’t fine enough to pick tiny glass splinters out of his fingers. Past the two customer he’s ringing up right now, the cashier points towards a small shelf near the front.

“I’m not talking about the movie,” one of the customers currently paying for a six-pack of beer is saying while Teru picks out the finest tweezers he can find and steps up to the counter. “I’m talking about the book! Because yes, there is a book. And guess what, there’s not a single robot uprising happening in there.”

Teru can’t see the young adult’s face past his enormous mop of curly hair, but he seems livid when he slams a hand on the counter and points at the clerk with the other. “The robots are completely and utterly trustworthy! It’s right there in the first law of robotics: Don’t harm human beings. Meaning they are actually literally unable to! And the ‘loophole’ the movie used to get around it - 'humans always hurt themselves so we have to overthrow them to protect them’ ‒ blah blah, bullshit! That’s not a loophole, it’s just a paradox. To protect humans they have to harm humans but they can’t harm humans because they have to protect humans. The supercomputer couldn’t have gotten to any decision there, it simply would’ve shut itself down!”

The clerk really doesn’t look as if he ever asked for any of this. He just stands quietly, holding out a handful of change that continues to be ignored, and watches the guy ramble with an empty expression.

He is freed when the small woman with the sidecut next to the chatty guy grabs both the change and the guy’s collar, says “I apologize for his opinions,” and pulls him with her towards the exit, just at the same moment that Teru shoves his basket on the counter. “Get the Hello Kitty band-aids,” she says over her shoulder, and it takes Teru an embarrassingly long second to realize she’s talking to him. “They hold better and look rad.”

Even through his confusion, Teru manages to quickly recover, grab said band-aids from inside his basket and wave them in her direction. “Way ahead of you,” he says, just barely making it sound sufficiently bored to cover up his surprise at being spoken to in this moment.

“Neato,” she nods at him, right before the doors slide shut behind her.

When Teru steps back outside, two plastic bags dangling from the crook of his arm, she and her opinionated friend are long gone.

His right hand is starting to look very dark around the knuckles. He bends the fingers as far as he can, at this point just to prove to himself that he can, and sucks in air through his teeth at the pain.

It feels as though he wants to be angry. As angry as he was when he stopped thinking entirely and punched that stupid fridge. He can’t even remember what set him off. There has just been that feeling at the back of his throat all day, something that tints every thought a deep, painful color and makes it hard to swallow. Every tiny thing has been pissing him off today and he doesn’t know what to do about it.

He walks home and thinks of how he can’t go out tonight, he has to work tomorrow and he’s way too tired anyways and it’s not even as if he wants to go out.

None of that changes how he’s nonsensically resenting Juro and the others for having fun without him.

Or resenting the empty apartment he’s returning to right now, the one that he hasn’t had the time to clean up properly in days and that is housing a broken fridge now, which is entirely his own fault but he still wants to punch someone else for it.

(Resenting, maybe, the lost thought in his mind that he would like to invite someone over. Not for a party, but just for something calm and easy, something that doesn’t feel quite as ‒ cold ‒ as spending the evening alone in silence and going to sleep early out of exhaustion.)

The keys hurt his fingers when he takes them out of his pocket.

And the first thing that greets him after pushing open the door to the stairwell, in the form of just a small blur rushing down the stairs to the courtyard, is a cat.

Teru stops. Tilts his head back and slowly cracks his neck with a long sigh.

This is not fair. Those cats don’t even belong to anyone in the house. They shouldn’t be here. They don’t have the right to make him feel worried all of a sudden because Shigeo will be upset and Teru is grinding his teeth again because why should he even care, it’s not like Shigeo will be coming over anytime soon!

The door is slowly falling shut behind him and he’s still standing frozen, glaring down the staircase towards the basement and the courtyard entry.

He is, only now, beginning to think that he might need someone else here to help him with removing the splinters. Since his other hand isn’t working perfectly either. So. He should probably actually invite someone.

Maybe he can say that they weren’t fighting in the first place. That it was all just a misunderstanding, that he’s just been busy and that’s why they haven’t been in contact at all since Teru declined meeting for a study session. Shigeo would probably buy that. Nobody would even have to awkwardly apologize that way. They could just. Go back to normal.

Only Teru isn’t sure he could. He tries to imagine having to smile and laugh right now and it actually hurts his face.

Well. Shigeo would probably even come over and help him with his hand if Teru didn’t lie to him about having a fight. If Teru just let him fix his hand and then asked him to leave ‒ Shigeo would. Wouldn’t he.

This train of thought actually doesn’t change anything about the pain in his face. Only it also makes him feel like throwing up. He hasn’t even eaten enough today to actually do that.

It’s not like he’s actually going to call him, who is he kidding, he can’t just call and ask for help when he’s perfectly capable of taking care of everything himself, he’s just ‒

‒ just overreacting.

The phone stays in his pocket.

That he still goes down the stairs to see how many cats there are, maybe figure out where they’re coming from and how to get rid of them, has absolutely nothing to do with Shigeo. Teru scatters instant coffee around the courtyard because he’s heard that coffee grounds are a cat repellent and maybe the instant stuff works too. He bought two boxes, he doesn’t need that much anyway.

The cats are loud at night and he needs to sleep. That’s the only reason he cares.

(It takes way too long to remove the splinters from his hand. His phone buzzes all evening as Juro keeps sending him pictures from their outing. Teru pours rubbing alcohol over his hands, wraps them up in Hello Kitty band-aids and goes to sleep at around two in the morning.

The moment he finally turns off the lights, the first wailing cat scream of the night makes itself heard from the courtyard.)

#mp100 #fanfiction #ANLG #oneshot #writing prompts #this is too simialr to In Liminal Space and I'm sorry #I'm not creative at the moment but I'm -trying-#*siiigh*#maybe the next one will be better #Anonymous

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Takenaka accidentally hearing Mob's feelings and not being able to look at him for a whole week

It had been movienight at Reigen’s office, just a little celebration since entrance exam seasonhad come to an end.

They drew lots on who got to choose the movie. Takenaka preparedfor a shitty night because there was a 40% chance that they’d be stuck with ashitty movie given Shou and Teru’s tastes and love of irony.

True enough they got stuck with a Nick Cage movie and ratherthan comment out loud and be berated, he sent telepathic messages to Mob, who’dnod or chuckle at his comments.

It was a particularly bad scene and he had a plethora ofsarcastic remarks which had Mob covering his mouth in an attempt to suppresshis chuckles. The telepath noted the way his eyes crinkled and tears of gleethreatening to spill. The sight sent a little flutter in his chest. He didn’teven notice that the loveseat they shared had started floating and only did sowhen it’s landing had startled everyone else too.

He raised an eyebrow at them as if confused on whythey were staring. The telepath shared a knowing look with Shigeo the momentthey resumed watching. Mob smiled and leaned closer to Takenaka, their armspressed together. He sighed.

This is why I love Takenaka-kun so much.

The telepath stiffened.

Did he hear that right?

The shorter boy shifted and cautiously glanced atthe other occupant of the loveseat.

Did he hear me just now?

He could see a hint of worry flash in Shigeo’sfeatures, heard the panic in his voice. Thatwas something he wasn’t supposed to hear.

"T-that was surprisingly gorey" Takenakapointed at the screen, making it seem like that the movie’s cheesy effects waswhat caused his reaction. He chuckled in a way that he hoped didn’t sound awkward.Shigeo seemed to relax at this. Takenaka did too.

Still. He needed to process what he just heard.Their proximity wasn’t helping. He moved closer to the other end of theloveseat and focused on the movie. He could feel Shigeo staring at him intentlyafter that action. He brushed it off as if it was nothing and proceeded withmore commentary. Shigeo shifted back to his side of the loveseat.

Now he could think.

Feelings were a lot to process. And it would reallyhelp if he and Shigeo hadn’t built a sort of routine with each other. Hecouldn’t just not show up to any of that. Kageyama would have a hunch that he’dheard and didn’t say anything. Guess he’d just keep it a secret until the timecomes.

Until what time comes? He didn’t know for sure.

For now, he just needed to get through today. Heclutched at the book he brought for the day.

He saw the familiar bowlcut exit the Kageyamahousehold

"Morning Kageyama,“ when Mob turned tolook at him, Takenaka found he couldn’t quite look at him without gettingflustered. He decides to look up at the sky and didn’t even wait for a replyfrom the other boy.

“Nice weather today, huh?"

"I guess."

They walked to school in their usual comfortablesilence. He kept a good distance between him and Kageyama. The telepath doesn’tthink he can handle having their fingers brush against each other. It’ll blowwhatever progress he had towards normalcy.

Morning classes went off without a hitch. He wasseated at the back and could easily turn to the window when Kageyama wouldsneak glances. Did Mob do that before or was he doing that more than usual?

Doesn’t matter. It was lunch time. Which means usinganother set of diversionary tactics. In his periphery, he saw Mob walkingtowards him. Takenaka stood up and made it seem like he was looking forsomething out the door.

"Hey, wanna try eating lunch with your brotherand Suzuki? We haven’t done that in a while.”

"Um.“ Mob attempts to follow his gaze andprobably saw the nothingness the telepath was staring at. His shoulders slumpedslightly. "Okay.”

When he had finished his lunch, Takenaka observedthat Shigeo was distracted by Suzuki and Ritsu’s banter. Good.

He brought out his trusty copy of Harry Potter andthe Philosopher’s Stone. His go to series when he wanted to unwind. This wasfine. He could refrain from having eye contact and shy away from pressingquestions by pretending to be distracted by what he was reading. This wasprobably a bad idea. He couldn’t put the book down now.

At least it helps with emotionally distancinghimself from Shigeo.

The only thing that differed for the rest of theweek was which Harry Potter book Takenaka was holding. That and the state ofShigeo’s hair and uniform which looked a tad bit messier with each passing day.

It was finally the weekend. Unluckily for him, heoff handedly promised to watch the psychics train.

Shigeo sat beside him in the bus going to a secludedforesty place.

He plugged in his earphones and stared out thewindow. Takenaka could see Shigeo’s reflection. He was surprised to see howworn out the pale boy looked. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hairslightly tousled. Shigeo stared at him. The telepath was quick to look atanywhere else. A look of hurt flashed in the psychic’s features. He quietlysettled back down on his seat.

With the Deathly Hallows in hand, Takenaka lookedfor the perfect spot to read and not be in danger of getting hit by random projectiles.Shigeo plopped down on the clearing.

He could feel three sets of eyes shift between himand Shigeo. The telepath couldn’t tell if they were planning something. They’veall learned to block him to some degree by now.

When nothing happened after that little huddle, hedecided to relax against his chosen tree. Thirty three chapters in and he hearsrumbling. “Test your barrier against this, you rat lover!” Shou makesan offended sound before he obliterates the boulder Ritsu could apparentlycarry now.

A pointed fragment the size of a golf ball grazeshis cheek. He swears he saw Ritsu smirk.

"Ah! Shit. Can’t you guys be more careful?“

Takenaka felt something wet dribble down his cheek.He wiped at it with his thumb. Blood. Great.

"Takenaka-kun! Are you okay? Hanazawa-kun, doyou have the first aid kit?”

Shigeo’s voice was tinged with panic. Hanazawa comments on how itwasn’t like Takenaka lost a leg or something like that.

“I’m fine.” Takenakacalled out. “I just need a little disinfectant.”

Mob came over withthe entire kit. “Gee, Kageyama, the disinfectant would do. You didn’t need-”

“Let me see.” Shigeofirmly said as he gently lifted Takenaka’s chin to get a better view of thewound. Takenaka tries not to get flustered and refused to look at Shigeo. Mobsighed in relief when he saw that the cut wasn’t too deep. The older Kageyamaturned to the others. “You can proceed with training now. I’ll just treatTakenaka-kun’s wound.”

“Kageyama-kun, Icould-” Hanazawa was about to offer when Ritsu stopped him. “If nii-san said he’ddo it, let’s let him. Let’s go over there.” The younger Kageyama proceeded tolead the other espers elsewhere, nodding to his brother as he leaves.

Shigeo unpacks thegauze, antibiotic ointment, soap and a towel. “Kageyama,” He turns to hisbackpack and grabs his water bottle. “Kageyama, you don’t need to do this. Ican do it by myself.” The shorter boy begins to pour water on the towel andrubbed a bit of the soap on the wet surface. “Kageyama-“

“Just please let medo this for you.” Shigeo near shouted. The telepath was caught by surprise andstared at the esper before him. Theshorter boy’s eyes were covered by his bangs. His pale hands were fisted,shaking against his knees. “I-I know you heard me. That day.” He said in asmall voice. Takenaka’s eyes widened. “And you were just acting so distant, Ididn’t know what to do and you made it very clear that I- that you don’t-”Shigeo’s voice cracked, unable to finish the sentence. The shorter boy wasshaking now. Grass around them was starting to wilt.

“Oi, Kageyama, youhave it all wrong.” The tree he had been leaning on shriveled up. “I was just-I thought you didn’t want me to hear that so I pretended I didn’t! That’s all.”The clearing was starting to look like a wasteland. It wasn’t working. “Kageyama!”He wasn’t going to reach him like this. Takenaka pressed their foreheadstogether and tried to get a telepathic message across. Shigeo.The psychic’s eyes snapped open, tears streaming down hisface. He locked eyes with Takenaka. I likeyou. A lot. I just- I wanted you to tell me how you felt when you were preparedto. And I guess, I was just trying to avoid my own…feelings…The telepathflushed slightly at that. He’s not one to talk openly about how he feels either. and..ended up kind of avoiding you too. I thoughtI was protecting our friendship but really, I was just protecting myself. But Ireally, do like you.

Shigeo’s eyes shined,a light pink tinting his cheeks. The plants around them began to re-grow.

Well, that was a really shitty confession speech. Takenaka mused. Shigeo chuckled. He didn’t realize that he was still talkingtelepathically with the other.

I like it just fine. Shigeo smiles sweetly. But- Did you really like me all this time?

Takenaka took a palehand in his and lightly kissed it. He smiled at Shigeo sheepishly.

Always.

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I hope this was to your liking anon. I had fun writing it. I am so sorry that I used your prompt to insert the headcanon that Takenaka learned to like a lot of books because it helps him sleep better at night. Since he seems to be coping better through books, his parents decide to get him the whole set of Harry Potter books when he was 9 and he’s loved the series ever since. Send more prompts if ya can!

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autisticteru · 7 years

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A Kick in the Teeth is Good for Some - CHAPTER 8

Summary: All Ritsu wants is to move on and be happy with his life. But something keeps growing inside him. From his stomach to his chest to his throat and out his eyes and mouth, until it fully surrounds him making it impossible to ignore. He can cut it down, but it will just grow back. He needs to destroy it, to pull it up from the roots. And he thinks he finally knows how. But there’s only one person who can help with that. Unfortunately, that person is Teruki Hanazawa.

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Chapter 8: Fool

What happens next?

It’s a question that begs answering. Ritsu Kageyama technically had everything he wanted. He had good grades. He was popular. His relationship with his brother was closer than ever. He even had the psychic powers he had long dreamed of. And to top it all off, he had a new best friend.

His name was Shou Suzuki. He was a thirteen year old esper, and a powerful one at that. Energetic, typically upbeat, and highly protective of the ones he loved, Shou was everything Ritsu could have ever asked for in a friend. So when he revealed that he would be attending Salt Middle School as a second year, Ritsu was beyond excited.

Well, he sucked at showing it, but it was the truth! Which was why Ritsu brought up studying sessions as soon as it was mentioned. Shou was certainly strong, but he lacked book smarts. Ritsu could only assume whatever educational system Claw had must have sucked. Not surprising. It started two weeks before the end of Ritsu's first year of middle school Ritsu had started going over to Shou’s mother's house, and they exchanged skills. Ritsu needed to help Shou catch up so he wouldn’t fail on his first day of classes. And Shou wanted to help Ritsu reach his full potential as an esper. And both of them wanted an excuse to spend more time together.

And it should have stayed that way. It should have stayed that way.

Ritsu was a fool.

“Ritsu, this is boring!” Shou whined.

“It’s really not.”

“How do you not find this boring? It’s math, Ritsu! The worst subject!”

“You just think it’s the worst subject because you refuse to understand it. You’re just panicking at the sight of numbers.”

“I’m not panicking! And I don’t understand it because it’s hard!”

“Here,” Ritsu cleared the desk and grabbed a new blank sheet of paper and wrote down the math problem from the text book on it. “Look at this problem. What do you see?”

“A bunch of nonsense numbers and letters.”

“Exactly. That’s what your version of ‘math’ looks like. So just pretend for a second that this isn’t math and start thinking of it as a puzzle.”

“A puzzle?”

“That’s what every math problem is. It’s about finding creative and quick solutions to a problem. And every puzzle has a set of rules and boundaries that you need to follow. Here, look.”

Ritsu started circling letters and numbers on the paper and stated each of their rules.

“So if we know what Y equals, we have to adjust X in order to match it. And the result is the coordinates you need to create the line. So if you know that, then can you draw the line using simple math?”

Ritsu handed Shou the pencil. Shou was hesitant at first, but he took the pencil and started writing. It took a while, but eventually Shou managed to draw a messy, yet accurate line across the grid Ritsu had mapped out for him.

“Is that...right?”

“Yes! You did it!”

“Ah! So it’s that simple?”

“No, it gets much harder.”

“Dammit!” Shou threw his head onto the table.

“Well everything gets more complicated. There are some times when equations like these become illogical. But even then, there are ways to solve them.”

“How can they get so complicated while following such a rigid set of rules?”

“Rules make things more complicated. If there were no rules, there wouldnt be any complications. You could just do whatever you want. You could say two plus two equals seven and you’d be right.”

Shou snickered and pushed his chair away as he got up.

“Okay!” he said. “I’m officially done with math!”

“You just graphed a straight line.”

“And I’m done! Let’s train now, Ritsu.”

“You really need to focus more, Suzuki. In school you can’t just get up and do whatever you want whenever you want.”

“I’m not in school yet, though!”

Ritsu sighed and stood up. He wasn’t in the mood to argue with a brick wall. Although his stubbornness had a certain charm to it. There was a sense of innocence to it.

Innocence.

What an odd word. What defines innocence, exactly?

...

Ritsu was a fool.

“Hey. Wake up.”

Those were the first words Ritsu heard when he regained his consciousness. Why was he unconscious in the first place? Ritsu tried to remember as he slowly opened his eyes and tried to get used to the light.

What day was it again? Thursday. Teru had been trying to show Ritsu different psychic techniques throughout the training. But the first day started off poorly.

“You almost pulled it off, so I know you have the ability.”

“That’s all I can do, though.”

“If you think that, then nothings going to change.”

Nothing ever changes.

It only got worse as the days went by.

“If you’re scared, you’ll never beat him! You’ll never improve!”

“This is all I can do!”

“Then that’s all you ever will do!”

Teru turned around and picked up the backpack. That was… yesterday? Maybe. Ritsu hadn’t been sleeping much, so all the days were blurring together.

But for some reason, Ritsu found himself unable to make the next big step in his improvement. It was as though something was tying him down every time he tried something new. It wrapped itself tightly around his heart, making Ritsu unable to move. Struggling only made it grow, and wrap itself tighter. It was suffocating. It was in his throat again.

No wonder Teru had been getting more and more pissed off. The first week was fine. Why was this week going so poorly?

“Maybe you should invite your brother over for the training as well. I’m sure he’d support you.”

Ritsu remembered those words that Teru had uttered on the bus that Monday morning. He remembered the way they pierced his chest like a sword. What was he feeling in that moment, exactly? Guilt? Well, guilt was certainly a part of it. But there was another feeling as well. Was it envy? Maybe. But that feeling was too familiar. If it were envy, Ritsu could recognize the emotion right away. But envy wasn’t far off from the truth. It was something close.

Jealousy.

That was the conclusion that he had come to. Jealousy had always been a bit different than envy, to Ritsu. Envy is internal. It focuses on what you don’t have, and it eats away at you. It compares you to others. Jealousy is external. It focuses on what others have, and it compares others to you. The difference between the two is so subtle, only one who has experience with both could truly understand.

And Ritsu knew envy like an old friend. And he knew that this wasn’t quite envy. But why jealousy? What was he jealous of? His brother’s power? No, that wasn’t it.

Was it Teru?

Ritsu rose up onto his feet so fast he nearly found himself blacking out again.

“Hey, don’t pass out again,” said Teru, although there was more annoyance in his voice than there was concern. As Ritsu’s vision cleared up, he found himself standing beside the bus stop bench by the forrest. Teru was sitting on the edge of the bench. The sun was low in the sky, though it wasn’t yet setting.

“Are we…?” Ritsu started while grabbing his head.

“Yeah. We’re done for today.”

“What happened?”

“It was my bad. I overestimated you, is all. Sorry.”

How passive-agressive. Though that was nothing new as of this week. Ritsu wanted to respond but Teru started again.

“I didn’t expect you to win the spar, but I also didn’t expect my attack to knock you out. It would have been easy to block if you would move outside your comfort zone once in a while, but I suppose I was wrong about you.”

Ritsu wanted to speak, but he had nothing to say. This was the first time he had seen Teru so pissed off and serious. It would have been less frightening if he was actually trying to kill him.

“Ritsu, tell me,” said Teru, “Why are you really doing this?”

“I already told you.”

“You’ll never beat him.”

“What?”

“I wanted you to surprise me, but so far this has been a waste of time. You can technically become stronger, but every time you improve on something you panic and go back into your comfort zone. It’s predictable. You’re predictable. You act like you don’t have any emotions but I can see them clear as day on your face. I’m not here to fix you, Ritsu, I’m here to train you. If you want to be fixed get a goddamn therapist.”

“H-hey! Wh-” Ritsu was interrupted by the sound of the bus stopping at the bench. Teru stood up and forced something into his hand.

“This is the money for the bus ride back. This bus will take you closer to your house so you don’t have to walk too far back. I’m taking the next one. Tomorrow you either show up ready to train or don’t show up at all. Bye.”

And with that, Teru shoved Ritsu forward onto the bus.

Mob’s parents were out seeing some friends, so Mob was left home alone. He was just watching TV when he heard the doorbell ring.

“Coming!” he called out as he walked over to the door. But when he opened it, he was surprised to see a familiar boy with red spikey hair standing in the doorway.

“S-Suzuki?!”

“Ah, you’re Ritsu’s brother!” said Shou with an uncharacteristically nervous voice. “Is he home? I really need to talk to him.”

“Ritsu…” Mob’s stomach sank. “He said he was hanging out with you.”

“What?”

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For the Sake of a Smile Chapter One

Rating: G Relationships: Teru/Shigeo, Ritsu&Shigeo, Teru&Reigen, Shigeo&Reigen Summary: Hanazawa Teruki is seven years old when his parents leave him to wait on a fallen log in the middle of a lavender field for them to return. He’s seven years old when a boy his age saves him from drowning and reminds him that there’s still light left in the world. Hanazawa Teruki is sixteen years old when he leaves home for the first time in search of a boy whose appearance he can’t quite remember and whose name he never learned, a nine-year-old promise yet to be fulfilled. Now, as he sets his sights on the bustling Seasoning City, he’s determined to do things right this time around. Chapter Summery: "Cooking is at once child’s play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love." - Craig Claiborne The prologue chapter, basically. Crossposted to AO3: Chapter One

Chapter Two (coming soon!)

Hello all! I've had this idea on my mind for a while and now that I'm out of school for the rest of summer I decided I can finally post the first chapter! As the tags state this is an AU taking place in the Kitchen Princess universe, but will not include any characters or settings from Kitchen Princess, so you don't need to know anything about it to read this. Basically it's a cute and very cheesy romance manga I read when like 8 or 9 years ago in middle school that I've gone back to over time.

As far as updates go, I don't plan to follow any specific schedule for this fic. The chapters are going to be relatively short (around 2-3k words for the most part, which is short compared to my 5-6k normal chapter length lol) and will update as I write and edit them.

Anyway, that's enough notes for now! I hope you all enjoy this fic, if you do be sure to leave me your thoughts in a dm or reblog this to let me know you're interested in reading more.

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“Teruki, sweetheart, wait for us here, alright? We’ll be back soon.”

Mother ruffles his hair, long and blond and curly around his ears. Her touch is static and her words drip with honey as she speaks empty reassurances to him. He’s seven years old, old enough to use the little knives in the kitchen drawer to make himself a sandwich without calling for help, old enough to recognize that something is wrong, very wrong.

“Where are you going?” he asks. “When will you come back?”

“Mommy and Daddy have some work to do,” Mother responds, and neither of his questions are answered. “I know you’ll do just fine, you’re so responsible.”

The praise would normally make him smile, make him puff out his chest with pride, but now it just serves to make his heart fall further into his stomach.

“We need to hurry,” Father reminds Mother, holding his watch out for her to look at. “At this rate, we’ll miss it and have to wait even longer.”

“Miss what?” he asks, desperation seeping into his voice. He can’t wrap his head around what’s happening. Mother looks away, distracted, and her face lights up in melodramatic surprise when she sees how late the hour is.

“Oh, dear, you’re right!” she exclaims, straightening up from where she’s kneeling beside him. “We can’t let that happen, can we?” She doesn’t answer his question, doesn’t elaborate on what they might miss if they don’t hurry. Father doesn’t even spare him a glance as he turns on his heel and begins to walk. Mother follows him, waving and calling her goodbyes over her shoulder.

He stays sitting on the little fallen log, because that’s where Mother told him to wait. They won’t be long, he tells himself, and then they would all catch their train back home and he’ll pretend the discomfort and apprehension weighing him down were never felt at all. Mother will praise him for being so patient and Father might even smile at him when he sees how obedient he’s been. Those thoughts keep him firmly rooted. He can’t disappoint Mother and Father.

Hours pass. Mother and Father don’t return. The sun starts to go down, and he knows they’ve long missed their train home. He sits and sits and sits until his backside is numb and his stomach starts to growl from not having eaten.

The sun is nearly setting when a stranger finally happens across his path. She’s a few years old than him, maybe twelve, with badly-cut black hair that nearly falls into her eyes and a sharp gaze that seems to know more than she lets on. She introduces herself as Tome and takes him by the hand, and her touch is much softer and more tender than Mother’s had ever been. She leads him to her house, which is filled with kids of many ages whose parents are all dead or forgotten. “I don’t belong here,” he tells them, “my parents told me they’d be right back.”

The sun has long set by the time it sinks into his seven-year-old brain that his parents won’t be coming back for him after all. He lays on his side on an old futon in a bedroom that is too crowded with other children his age and cries into the early hours of the morning.

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Teru hardly eats or sleep for days after he’s officially accepted into the orphanage Tome lives at. It takes a week of him insisting that his parents will come back and get him, that they must have gotten stranded or held back by something important, before he finally stops trying to defend them. He’s known all along that his parents don’t care for him enough to look for him too hard, but the thought still sickens him enough that his sour stomach won’t take more than the bare minimum. He knows that the sisters who run the orphanage, good women who always treat him with kindness and an infuriating amount of caution, are worried about his health, but he doesn’t care.

He leaves the run-down little house for hours at a time without telling anyone where he’s going. Sometimes the sisters send Tome to find him and bring him back, and sometimes he goes back all on his own, if he’s feeling particularly welcoming.

He doesn’t dislike the orphanage. His caretakers are kind and attentive, and the other children treat him nicely enough. He doesn’t know most of their names, but at least Tome doesn’t treat him like he might shatter if they don’t watch their words around him. Everyone knows he’s been abandoned, and while Tome knows the subject is forbidden, it doesn’t stop her from teasing him and sticking up for him and playing games with him as though she’s his own sister. It doesn’t make him want to stay in the house any more, but he appreciates it nonetheless.

One warm afternoon, Teru leaves the house like he always does, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants. His jeans are cheap and the dye is faded, handed down from an older kid who’d grown out of them. They’re not at all like the expensive ones his parents had once bought for him, but somehow he can’t bring himself to care. It’s a particularly bad day, one of the ones that catches him staring at the seams where two walls meet for minutes on end without blinking, the kind where Tome has to ask him three times in half an hour if he’s doing okay, if he needs a nap, if he’s hungry. He’s hardly eaten anything all morning, and his stomach grumbles incessantly, but he ignores the pangs in favor of walking down to the river.

It’s calming here, usually, listening to the rush of water as it rumbles past the rocky, muddy banks. He slips off his shoes and rolls up his pant legs, taking a few steps into the shallows and letting his feet sink into the soft clay of the bank. His hands fall out of his pockets and lay limp at his sides as he just stares down into the water, gaze half lidded and a perpetual frown on his face. He wades in a bit deeper, until he’s up to his knees. The water laps at the edges of his rolled-up pants, dampening their edges with its biting cold. He wonders, briefly, what would happen if he decides to walk out the front door of the orphanage one day and never go back. If he walks far enough, even Tome won’t be able to find him. He has no idea what he would do, though, or where he would go, so instead he just wades deeper into the water, letting the cold sap away the feeling in his legs for just a moment. His feet sink into the clay so far now that it’s hard to keep his footing, the mud slippery between his toes. His pant legs are soaked up to his mid-thigh.

He takes another step, crossing an invisible threshold, and the strong current in the center of the river pulls his legs out from under him. He doesn’t even have time to scream before he’s completely submerged, the icy water soaking through his thin shirt in an instant and sapping the heat away from his skin. He flails, scrambles for purchase, but his child’s legs are too short to find the slippery river’s bottom anymore and he can no longer tell which way is up or which way is down. Water rushes up his nose painfully and steals the breath from his lungs, which leaves his mouth in bubbles that float up uselessly and leave his lungs burning. For a frightful moment, he’s certain that he’ll die here, alone and unloved.

A hand closes around his wrist and pulls, hard. His head breaks the surface and his feet find solid ground again. He’s heaved onto the muddy shore, where he collapses onto his hands and knees and coughs river water into the grass. It dribbles out of his nose, which he sniffs loudly and rubs at with the back of his hand as he replaces the water in his lungs with air.

“Are you okay?” A quavering voice sounds near his ear, and he feels a small hand rest against his back. Teru manages a dumb nod and turns his head to finally get a look at the person who’d just saved his life.

It’s another boy. He can’t be much older than Teru is, and his wide, dark eyes are filled to the brim with worry and concern.

Teru opens his mouth to reply, but finds himself speechless. Tears come to the corners of his eyes and he hugs his knees to his chest, hiding his face as he begins to quietly sob. Part of him is glad to be alive, really glad, but the other, smaller part of him wishes he’d just drowned after all so he won’t have to face the sad reality of what his life has become anymore.

The hand stays on his back, rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades. Teru doesn’t look up until he feels the boy press something into his hand. When he does lay eyes on it, he sees that it’s a flan, carefully chilled in a pristine glass cup. There’s a tiny dessert spoon stuck into the top of it, one with an intricately engraved handle that depicts an emblem Teru’s never seen before.

“When you eat something good, you smile,” the boy says, and then offers him a small, shy grin as if to illustrate his point. “Go on, try it!”

Teru’s first instinct is to refuse - it’s not his food, after all - but the boy’s smile is incredibly soft and sincere, and his stomach aches from going too long without eating. He takes the spoon between his shaky fingers and lifts it to his lips, taking a bite of the flan. It’s sweet, with a subtle flavor that melts in his mouth and leaves him feeling lighter. It really is delicious.

The boy looks at him expectantly, eager to hear his thoughts. “It’s good,” he murmurs, and the corners of his mouth tug upward into a ghost of a grateful smile.

The boy’s grin broadens at this, relieved, but before he can say anything else, there’s a call from down the riverbank. Teru looks up, and sees another kid in the distance, waving his arms. He doesn’t quite catch the kid’s words in his distraction, but the hand on his back disappears as the boy who’d saved his life stands up abruptly. “Ah, I have to go!” he says, nearly tripping on the rocky riverbank in his haste.

Teru doesn’t even have time to call out to him, to remind him that he’d left behind his snack, to thank him for pulling him out of the river, to do anything. He disappears into the trees surrounding the river bank and leaves Teru, dripping, in the grass. He cradles the cold flan in his hands and stares down at the fancy-looking emblem carved into the spoon’s shining surface, and vows that someday he’ll make the boy the best dessert he’s ever tasted.

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Years pass in a blur. Teru’s parents never come for him, but eventually Teru stops waiting for them, stops thinking about them much at all. He turns fifteen and discovers that the spoon he now carries with him at all times comes from a prestigious private academy in Seasoning City, the kind with a sprawling campus that accommodates kids from kindergarten to high school.

The image of the boy who’d saved his life all those years ago fades from his memory over the years until he can’t quite remember the color of his eyes or the shape of his hair or exactly how his voice had sounded. He does remember his words though, remembers his concern and his unwithheld kindness. He calls the forgotten spoon his good luck charm as he studies to take the transfer exam that will let him enroll in Salt private academy.

He learns to cook, too, through a combination of lessons from the sisters who take care of him and his own personal experiments. The sisters call him gifted, say his sensitivity to taste and flavor is beyond anyone they’ve ever seen, and Teru lets it go to his head, just a little. Cooking makes him feel confident, like he has a place in the world at last. He makes treats for the younger members of the orphanage, kids who have grown to become somewhat of a nontraditional family to him, while Tome steals spoonfuls of batter from his bowls when she thinks he isn’t watching. It’s gratifying, the way the younger kids light up when he announces he’s decided to spontaneously bake cookies, and whenever they do the words of the child who had saved him nine years ago flash in his mind: When you eat something good, you smile.

It takes a few months for Teru’s acceptance letter to arrive in the mail, but when it does he has to stop himself from crying out in excitement. He spends the next few weeks preparing for the move, packing everything he owns into a single suitcase and carry-on. Salt graciously pays for his plane ticket and transportation as part of his scholarship, and assigns him to the “special class”. Teru’s not quite sure what that entails, but he isn’t about to argue when he’s finally getting the chance to follow through on his vow.

Tome makes him promise to keep in touch three times over, and she double-checks that her phone number is in his contact list before she lets him leave for the airport. Teru just rolls his eyes at her and reassures her that just because he’s moving doesn’t mean he’s going to forget about her, and finally gets her to stop hounding him by promising to call at least once a week. He pretends not to notice the way she holds back her tears as he climbs into the taxi and leaves behind his childhood home, giving one last wave goodbye as the taxi pulls away from the curb and the long drive begins.

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