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partyofwords · 7 months

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Admired From Afar ~ *Doppo Kannonzaka*

Summary: You keep getting presents from a secret admirer. You hope it's one of your co-workers sending you these gifts. Perhaps he'll come forward soon...

Pairing: Doppo Kanonzaka X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1488

Warning: Doppo is a little OOC I think? And it's not very coherent.

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“For me?” You asked, though you knew they were. This had to be the twentieth present of flowers and notes you’ve received in the past month alone. Not that you were ever going to complain.

The delivery person nodded. “Whoever it is must really like you.”

You nod, feeling your heart flutter in your chest at his words. “Yes, I think he does too.”

As they left, one of your friends stopped on her way back to her desk. She gave you a cheeky grin as she exclaimed, “Ooo, is this from that mystery man who keeps sending you presents? They’re absolutely lovely!”

Chuckling, you nodded, before attempting to get back to work. “Yeah, it is. This is the third delivery this week alone.”

“Ugh, I wish I had a guy like that in my life. You’re a lucky girl, you know.” She sighed dramatically, leaning against the doorframe of your office.

You couldn’t help but blush as you looked at the beautiful red rose bouquet and the simple note that just said: Missing you a lot!

“Yeah, I think I am. I just wish I knew who it was!”

“Well, who do you want it to be?”

Your blush darkened as you thought of a different coworker of yours. “Does it matter? He’s too shy to ever approach me in person, plus he doesn’t even like me like that.”

She grinned before saying in a teasing tone, “Are we talking about one Mr. Doppo Kannonzaka, the best sales rep we have here?”

Gasping, your eyes widened as you hissed, “Shh! Keep it down! He might hear you!”

Laughing, she replied in a mocking, pitiful tone, “Oh girl, you are so whipped for him! Why don’t you just go confess to him already? Wouldn’t that be easier?”

“Because,” you tried to reason with both her and yourself, “I’m already getting these wonderful notes and beautiful flowers. Whoever is sending them seems to really like me. I want to at least give them a shot, you know? I’d hate to lead them on and then break it off as soon as I know who it is.”

She sighed. “I suppose…”

There was a knock at your office door and looking up, you could feel a new, more intense blush creep up the back of your neck. Speak of the devil. “Excuse me, Y/n? I was- oh. Is that a new present from your secret admirer from the office?”

You nodded shyly. “Yeah. It’s so beautiful. I absolutely love it!”

“That’s good.” He responded stiffly, though you paid no attention to the fact. “Well, I just wanted to let you know our boss wants the two of us to stay late tonight to finish up some reports. Is that alright?”

With a smile and a nod, you answer. “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you for telling me.”

Doppo gave a small smile. “Thank you! Dinner’s on me as a thank you.”

“You really don’t have to…”

“I insist!”

“Well if you insist.” You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “Thank you.”

“Y-you’re welcome!”

As he walked away, your friend started to chuckle. “So what was that about giving your secret admirer a shot? Sounds like you just scored a date with your crush.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried once again to return to work, ignoring the fluttering of your heart at the idea of tonight being a date. “I still am giving him a chance. This is just me being a good friend and colleague to Doppo. Everyone seems to pile their work on him and I just want to help him out. It’s not a date.”

“Well your secret admirer better step forward soon.” She said simply making her way out the door. “If tonight goes well for the two of you, I can only assume there will be many more dates in the future. Maybe even a ring…”

“It’s not a date!” You called after her as she left, your cheeks a bright shade of scarlet.

With a sigh, you slumped back into your office chair. You seemed to be in quite the conundrum. She was right; if tonight went well, you would hope there would be more chances for the two of you to hang out and maybe date in the future. But at the same time, you still really wanted to give whoever was sending you the notes and flowers a chance at a date. It was the least you could do for everything they did to make your day brighter.

These thoughts plagued your mind as you tried to work. As everyone started to leave for the night, you felt your heart beginning to beat erratically and your palms started to sweat. You had no idea why, but you assumed it was because your friends’ belief that this was a date kept echoing in your mind.

A knock at your door almost made you jump out of your skin, until you realized it was just Doppo. You nodded before making your way to his cubicle, which wasn’t too far from your own. “So, what reports did you need me to help complete?”

You looked behind you to see him wringing his hands together and his eyes looking anywhere but at you. You were about to comment on his anxious state, when he started to speak. “Actually, the paperwork is already done. I, um, did it all during the normal work hours.”

“Oh, okay, s-”

“Actually,” He almost shouted in your face as his anxiety grew. “I wanted to tell you something very important. I-I thought now would be a good time to talk to you since everyone would be gone and we’d be alone. But now that I’m thinking about it, this was a bad idea. I’m so stupid. I never should have listened to Hifumi when he said-”

You give him an encouraging smile as you touch his shoulder. “Doppo, I’m listening.”

“Well, um, you see, uh, the thing is…” He struggled with trying to find the right words. However you were patient and willing to wait for him to say what he wanted to say.

“Take your time. It’s okay.”

As he continued to flounder with what to say, you decided maybe he needed a moment to compose himself. You turned around to give him a breather when you noticed something odd. Picking up the familiar stationery you were so used to seeing at least once a day, you looked back over at him to see him looking as pale as a ghost.

“Doppo, are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all those flowers and notes?” you asked quietly, unsure of how to react.

Unable to get the words out, he nodded vigorously, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. Eventually, he managed to say, “I, um, have been meaning to tell you for a long time now and when I passed by your office earlier and you were talking about how you were willing to give me a shot… I talked to Hifumi and he said I should just tell you. But I realize I am being too much. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry. You’re probably so disappointed that it’s me who has feelings for you.”

“No!” You almost shouted to stop his rambling. You were practically bursting with excitement on the inside and it was making your mind fuzzy. You just couldn’t believe your crush likes you back! But this was so out of character for him! Doppo was never this upfront about his feelings. You assumed it was because Hifumi convinced him and you were glad he did or else you would have never known!

“N-no?”

“No.” You tell him more assuredly, finally taking one of his hands, making his cheeks go scarlet. “I’m not disappointed at all. In fact, I’m relieved. Doppo, I like you a lot. I was actually kind of hoping it was you sending the notes and flowers anyway.”

His eyes almost popped out of his head. “You did?!”

You nodded with a laugh. “I did.”

He gave you another bright smile before softly whispering, “If, um, if it’s not too far for me to ask, can I, can I kiss you?”

As you nodded again, he slowly closed the distance between the two of you and placed his lips softly on your own. You could feel fireworks as the world around you fell away. He held you like you were a fragile piece of glass and you slowly wrapped your arms around him. The kiss was perfect and just what you were hoping for when you imagined kissing him. Everything seemed just so perfect in this one moment. You didn’t want it to end for a million years.

But as he pulled away to breathe, you murmured, “So, are we still on for dinner?”

He gave a small laugh. “If, if you still want to.”

“I do.”

“Perfect.”

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representshinjuku · 4 months

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Rep Squad – Matenrou Ver.–

[Matenrou] What’s the time? Rep Squad It’s time to get live! Rep Squad This city’s reps take center stage, watch us closely now We’ll take this burning venue and throw oil on the flames H. Y. P. N. O. S. I. S. MIC We’re ready go now Are U ready for “Rep”?

[Jakurai] A dark gaseous fog descends over disorderly night The unending wail of the sirens interweave illusions Within the flickering traffic lights comes the signal Absorbing all that loiter; Pushing aside the warmongers Walk against the flow of the crowd That is this city’s status quo Endless strife (struggles), repeating cycles of violence Even god could not visualize the violence of his dear lambs (rebellion) Yet I will embody the anti-war stance Now we stand at the vanguard, Shinjuku, representatives of a new fate

[Hifumi] In high spirits as the champagne pop pop pop pops Tonight I take the tres bon you and L-L-Lock on! (Welcome!) All the lonely hearts and all the trendy crowds, I’ll have you on my terms, this is Hifumi’s invite! Matenrou gives you the beat With me now – “Pop! Pop!” Bare your heart naked for me too One more time - “Pop pop pop!” Every weekend grows more endearing This party will have you hooked Doctor and Doppo-kun join the festivities in this Special night

[Doppo] Everything low carb, days repeating like a forced diet Steady progress? Hell if I know, Doppo-san’s begging on his hands and knees Ignoring compliance and laws; The hay fever gets worse as I get older; Soaked ‘cuz someone stole my umbrella– “Okay, fine then.” If you think I’m scared of a crowd, gonna piss myself Laughing at me blind then I’ll show you my technics Even I can make the light shine; Shinjuku kicks it to the curb Spitting verses; causing a chain reaction (Hey!) We’re jacking this place

[Matenrou] Rep squad! Boom! Boom! Radiating three unique kinds of cool, burning up! Rep squad! Boom! Boom! Matenrou, the strongest Squad

Are U ready for? What’s the time? This’s our triumphant return It’s time to get live! Let ‘em hear our Anthem

This city’s reps take center stage, watch us closely now We’ll take this burning venue and throw oil on the flames Keep outta our Division Ride the beat to freedom Rule the Stage’s high-octane Show We’re ready go!

Are U ready for “Rep”? Welcome to our hood Beating through you low Time to stir up trouble Are you ready for “Rep”? Get out of here outsiders With a swipe from this microphone Heads put your hands up

Rep squad! Boom! Boom! Our local live style shoots through you distinctive Rep squad! Boom! Boom! Stabbed through you at the turnabout comes the punchline

Radiating three unique kinds of cool, burning up and Ready to fire through the venue–Hypnosis Mic

#rule the stage #rep live side m #matenrou #rep squad #hypstagetl #koutranslates

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my-introvert-hideout · 4 years

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Kunikida Doppo: ESTJ [BSD]

Te > Si > Ne > Fi

*Based off Season 1 of the anime [Chapters 1-12] with character-based spoilers from the Wikis. I’ve also read a synopsis of “The Untold Story of the Founding of the Detective Agency,” which gives lots of insight into Fukuzawa and Ranpo in particular, and also I know Yosano’s backstory. The Onsen Drama will also make an appearance occasionally. I feel like I have a good enough grasp on their characters for this and will only add more examples rather than changing types in the future. (At least, I think so.)

I’VE ALSO SEEN HIM TYPED AS: ISTJ, ISFJ

Te is quite prevalent in Kunikida’s character, especially given the stereotype that those with the function as dominant or auxiliary are uptight rule-followers. He follows the word of the law rather than the spirit of it, like with the Kyōka situation, which is typically more Te driven. Kunikida was also a math teacher, and Te can absorb that type of information very quickly and efficiently. That brings up another thing -- his efficiency. Of course, any type can want / value this, but Te focuses on “does it work, why not, fix it” more than anything else. It’s pretty easy to say that Kunikida expresses this the most out of anyone and is probably the hardest worker in the Agency. He’s also very trustworthy and a capable leader who is quite respected (despite also being teased quite a bit). At first, I found it strange that he was so naive when it came to Dazai’s ‘facts’ to put in his notebook, but it could be due to Kunikida knowing his partner’s skill and seeing him as a reliable source. Ti users may be more reluctant to accept things like that at face-value. He’s also more lenient towards Ranpo, most likely because his Te respects him so much. In the onsen special, Kunikida decides to loosen up etc. because Ranpo says so. Kunikida also has a plan for pretty much everything -- including getting into an onsen -- and is a bit hurt when people don’t appreciate this version of helpfulness (which Atsushi’s Fe tries to remedy). I’ve also seen people suggest he could be an introvert, and while people do stress him out, he still gets energy from being around them. Besides, an Myers-Briggs introvert is different from the common definition. Kunikida may like doing more stereotypically introverted activities to relieve stress, but his cognition is still focused on the world around him rather than the inner one. MBTI extroverts are also a bit more reactive, which he is for sure -- ask Dazai!

Si is usually seen as very traditional, and being paired with Te-Fi may make it even more extreme in some ways -- especially with where each function is in an ESTJ. He is also much more detail-oriented than big-picture-focused. I think Si would be helpful in remembering math stuff, too. (Which is why I suck at that lol.) He also seems a bit trapped by guilt for his past actions in a similar way we see Atsushi is (who I think is Si-dom). In fact, I think most ADA members are sensors, which could explain why they’re so baffled by Ranpo, who I strongly believe has dominant Ne. (To be fair, he is incredible.) Kunikida follows a ‘tried and true’ definition of investigation and can get ruffled when Dazai’s Se doesn’t. I’m also trying out this theory that generally someone’s likes and dislikes correspond to whether or not they’re a sensor or intuitive.

LIKES: Notebook, fishing, lightly roasted bonito

DISLIKES: Unplanned things, authority

Planning things is definitely a judger thing (specifically ExxJs) and disliking authority could be some sort of Te nit-pick. Obviously, there is a bit of both for everyone, but Kunikida leans on the sensory. I also think that the fact there’s both could suggest that the perceiving functions are in the middle. (This isn’t cut-and-dry, though, as Fukuzawa has a mix but doesn’t have sensing and intuition as his second and third functions to me. I think that may be based on maturity and development.)

Ne is a bit harder to pin down for him probably because his other functions are really taking the spotlight. So this one is kind of process of elimination at the moment.

There’s this idea that we are weird about our inferior functions -- it seems to hold up, as well. This could explain his fixation on Fi and his strict ideals being filtered through Te making them seem like rules to follow in a way. Some people think of him as an xxFx type, but when Atsushi was kidnapped, his mind immediately went to what being involved with the weretiger would mean for the Agency. (Kunikida’s obsession with reputation can also be drawn back to Te rather than Fe -- it’s more of a professional rep he wants to maintain than a social one.) Thinkers can be just as or even more compassionate than feelers; they just prefer to make logical decisions rather than value- or morality-based ones.

Ni Blind Spot: {LATER}

Te-Ne Loop: ‘An ESTJ in an Ne-Te loop comes up with a million possibilities and tries to put these all into action without taking time to consider what is realistic, or consider structures or past lessons that would guide them. They become very externally driven, wanting external validation and recognition. They will become unable to settle and focus on a single plan, instead becoming stressed out as they are pulled in a million different directions.’ source This behavior seems pretty consistent with Kunikida, honestly. I mean, the gif is a perfect example. In the onsen drama, he goes into Te-Ne validation to show Ranpo his range of swimming skills: “How is it, Ranpo-san!? How did I swim--”

#kunikida doppo #kunikida bsd #estj #mbti #mbti personalities #bungou stray dogs #mbti types #character analysis #typology

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missblanchette · 5 years

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Rumor Has It [4/10]

Series: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Izanami Hifumi/Yumeno Gentaro; appearances from Jakurai and Doppo

Rating: T

Summary: Thousands of hearts broke that day. With tears shed and cries resounding to the heavens, each grief-stricken woman wondered how this could possibly happen. In the year 20XX of the H. Era, Matenrou’s MC GIGOLO and Fling Posse’s MC Phantom were officially in a relationship.

Except they weren’t, actually.

Notes: Please see the end notes on AO3 for some kinda lengthy cultural notes!

Words: 4,216

ko-fi // Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | You can read this on AO3! Hope you enjoy~! thanks for reading!! (* ﾟ∀ﾟ)ﾉｼ

Ch 4: Burying the Hatchet

Hifumi sure was as lucky as Jakurai said he was. He only needed to stay at Shinjuku Central an extra day to make sure that everything was stable, otherwise he was right as rain. Y'know, besides the bruise the IV left him and the sutures in his abdomen, but. Details. After he was all cleared, Jakurai brought him back home after he was done with his shift, though Hifumi insisted he could get by on his own. Nevertheless, Jakurai kept an ever watchful on him, his presence a welcome comfort against the shooting pain that came with every step.

"Doppo, I'm ho~me!"

Upon entering the apartment, they found Doppo hunched over his knees on the couch and his hands clenched tightly at his hair. Doppo's head snapped up as Hifumi announced his return, the bags underneath his eyes heavier than last he remembered seeing them. Shooting up from his seat, he marched towards them with a finger pointed at Hifumi.

"Hifumi, you idiot!" Doppo jabbed his finger into Hifumi's chest, his voice raw. Up close like this, he could see how red Doppo's eyes were. "How do you get stabbed? Again?! What would've happened if -- if -- if --"

The warmth leaving Hifumi's side, Jakurai strode over to Doppo and pulled him against his heart. "Deep breaths," he told him as he rubbed circles onto his back, and steadily Doppo regained his composure. Meanwhile, Hifumi smiled and took Doppo's hand in his.

"You're kinda cranky, Doppo~ Have you been eating well? Sorry I didn't leave any food for you while I was gone!"

From Jakurai's arms, Doppo glared at him though he made no move to slap Hifumi away. His frown deepened. "Why don't you ever think about yourself for once?"

Hifumi shrugged. "Should I?"

Doppo groaned and hit his head against Jakurai's chest. Tenderly, Jakurai threaded his fingers through Doppo's hair.

"Now, Doppo-kun, Hifumi-kun is back home safe and sound. Shouldn't we be happy about that?"

"I know -- I am -- it's just that..." Sighing, he stepped back from Jakurai's arms. He turned to Hifumi, the anger in his face giving way to weariness. "Hifumi. Please be more careful."

"Aw, Doppo-chin!" Ignoring the soreness in his arm, Hifumi wrapped Doppo into a hug. Without a second thought, he pulled Jakurai in as well and rocked the three of them back and forth. "Don't you guys worry 'bout a thing, I've faced scarier things than some knife!"

"That doesn't make me feel any better." Despite the exasperation in his words, Doppo leaned into his embrace.

At his side, Jakurai chuckled and patted Hifumi's head. "Hifumi-kun, why don't you rest up? Would you like something to eat?"

"It's okay! I can make dinner --"

"Oh no, you don't," Doppo said, dragging him towards the couch before he could skip off into the kitchen. "Not in your condition."

"But it's just dinner!"

"Doppo-kun is right.” Making sure Hifumi was seated properly, Jakurai adjusted the pillows on his sides. “In order for you to heal quickly, you should avoid putting stress on your body."

Hifumi squirmed. "I cook all the time, it won't be so bad."

"You need to rest," said Doppo. "I'll cook."

As if tasting Doppo's food already, Hifumi's face pinched together. "But your cooking sucks."

"I --" Doppo paused, the dark clouds looming over his head. "T-That's right, I'm so bad at cooking. Last time I tried, I set the rice on fire. And the time before that, the cup noodles --"

Before his self-deprecating tirade could spiral down further, Jakurai placed a hand on Doppo's shoulder. "Why don't I help you, Doppo-kun?"

He shook his head, resigned. "You don't have to, Jinguji-san. I'll order take out."

"Well, if you and Doc are cooking, then it should be fine!"

"But --"

"Let's do our best for Hifumi-kun, hm?" Jakurai took his hand, gracing him with a small smile. Adding to that, Hifumi grinned and gave him two thumbs up.

He glanced at Jakurai, then to Hifumi. Lips pursing in determination, Doppo nodded. "Right."

"Hey, can you guys make pasta?" Hifumi bounced in his seat, his wound burning with each hop. "Oh, oh! Or how 'bout sukiyaki?"

Doppo flicked his forehead with no real force, getting an "Ow!" from him regardless. "What do you think we are? Five-star chefs?"

"We'll see what we can do," said Jakurai, an amused lilt in his voice. "Now, please try not to move around so much. We don't want you re-opening the wound."

Hifumi saluted. "Aye-aye, Doc!"

With that, the two of them headed towards the kitchen. They’d turned the TV on to keep Hifumi entertained but coincidentally, the news was discussing the incident that happened a couple days prior; particularly about how they apprehended the woman who'd attacked him.

"But you belong to me!" Her distorted voice screeched from behind the screen, a low quality video of that night playing. "This is for your sake, Hifumi!"

Hifumi frowned, recalling how the police had visited him earlier to discuss the matter. When he'd brought up healing her with Jakurai's raps instead of flat out arresting her, they'd immediately shot him down. It wasn't like she meant to stab him. She just wasn't in the right mind! All she needed was help to see what she did wrong then she could've been left alone. Sadly, no one working on the case bothered to hear him out.

The news went on to discuss his relationship with Yumeno Gentaro, but honestly, Hifumi could care less for the rumors themselves. When you were Shinjuku's number one host, people spread stuff about you all the time to ruin your rep. If others got involved, though, he wouldn’t let them slide so easily. He hadn’t been thinking when he pushed Gentaro out of the way, but it'd be a lie if he said he regretted it. Like how he had protected Doppo, like how he would protect Jakurai, Hifumi wouldn't dare let anyone get hurt because of him -- rival or not.

Especially not when he remembered Gentaro's face. Not when he remembered how ashen he looked in spite of the jabs he threw at the woman, or how shaken his green eyes appeared to be as he gawked at him. For all of Gentaro's high-and-mightiness on the battle stage, he was anything but when he caught him in his arms. Gentaro showed no hint of vulnerability when facing him in Chuuoku, not one sign of fear the way he did during the incident. And that look of fear was a thing that weighed heavily on him.

Fear was a feeling Hifumi knew all too well, a feeling he shoved deep, deep, deep into the depths of his mind; fear was a feeling that haunted him, a feeling that blamed him for every single, little thing that he did. If only he'd acted faster, Hifumi berated himself, then maybe he would've avoided seeing the fear on Gentaro's face that night.

His eyes fluttering closed, one thought crossed Hifumi's mind: did Gentaro get home safely?

It was one thing to be cooped up at home, it was another to have limits on his usual routine. No laundry except folding because he twisted a lot during loading and hanging; no cleaning because he bent too often to reach every spot; no grocery shopping because lifting caused too much strain. Talk about boring. That wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate Doppo and Jakurai’s efforts to cover those things for him but life wasn’t the most exciting when all he could do was light cooking and wander around the apartment. He couldn’t even spam text Doppo, Jakurai, or Matenrou’s group chat since they were busy at work. Legs rubbing together like a cricket, Hifumi flipped through the TV channels in hopes of finding something entertaining.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Hifumi shot up from the couch. Wincing as the bruise pinched him and the wound pierced him, he practically ran over to the intercom. The grin he'd been wearing puckered into confusion as he saw who was at the door: Yumeno Gentaro, posture rimrod straight and hands folded within his sleeves. Don’t get him wrong, Hifumi was glad to see him okay after what happened, but he wasn’t exactly who he expected. Not dwelling on it too hard, he reached for the door handle but the memory of Gentaro's feminine act hit him faster than he could open it up. Stomach churning, he bit his lip.

The sharp pain but an afterthought, Hifumi dashed to his room and dug through his closet. He was down a suit jacket, but there were definitely more where it came from. There was one where the seams were coming loose (sewing didn't count as "too strenuous," right?); this one, the cuff buttons were falling off (another sewing project to be done); that one was getting kinda small (he could probably tailor this to size); and -- ah! He grabbed the one farthest in and threw it on top of his sweatshirt. It wasn't his favorite jacket, but it'd do.

Leaving his room with the saunter of a host, Hifumi opened the door in time to see Gentaro walking away.

"Oh, Yumeno-sensei~" he said, posing against the door frame. Gentaro turned around, brows furrowing as soon as his eyes landed on him. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

"Nothing in particular." Haltingly, Gentaro came face-to-face with him. "Simply staking out the competition, is all."

"And what competition would that be?"

"Need I remind you? I told you I've been considering becoming a host. With you out of commission, now would be the perfect opportunity."

"Mhm, but that was a lie, no?"

A mirthless smile grew on Gentaro's face. "I see your memory is still in tact."

"It was my body that was injured, not my mind." In return, Hifumi smirked. "Then again, how could I forget such a riveting discussion with an equally interesting kitten."

"Is that so?" Gentaro gave him a look, though it held no actual bite. "To cut to the chase, I figured I owe you some gratitude for the other day."

A beat passing, Gentaro pulled a box out of his sleeve -- Sakura Momo Strawberries to be exact, a gift not unlike the many lavishes his kittens bestowed upon him. Their fingers brushing against each others', Hifumi took it with a hum of approval.

"Sakura Momo Strawberries? This is quite the show of gratitude, Yumeno-sensei."

"Like I said, this is merely hospitality for what you've done for me. Nothing more, nothing less."

Pressing the strawberries to his chest, Hifumi put on a smolder. "Why, to think you've thought of me touches my heart~"

"You're fortunate that's the only thing touching you," said Gentaro, a sigh accompanying his words. "Anyhow, that’s all I came here for. I’ll be taking my leave."

"Oh, so soon?" Host mode taking full reign, Hifumi asked, "Why don't you stay for a while and join me for lunch?"

"As exhilarating as the invitation sounds, I have other business to attend to."

"You can't spare an hour? It's ever so lonely staying home alone."

Gentaro’s gaze shifted from side-to-side. "Even if I could, I don't believe it would be very wise."

"Why not, pray tell?"

Gentaro’s lips tightened. "I'd rather not risk any more rumors being spread about the two of us."

Scoffing, Hifumi waved him off. "If that's what you're afraid of, worry not. Security here was improved after the last incident."

Not giving him the chance to respond, Hifumi took Gentaro's wrist and pulled him inside. Gentaro stood rigidly at the entryway, scanning the room before he carefully removed his shoes and murmured a low "Pardon my intrusion."

"Make yourself at home, Yumeno-sensei~" Placing a hand to the small of Gentaro's back, Hifumi lead him to the couch.

Gentaro stepped away from his touch, though he followed along nonetheless. "Out of curiosity, do you always wear that suit jacket inside the house?"

"Is there a reason not to?"

"It seems rather uncomfortable, is it not?"

With a flourish of his hands, Hifumi flashed a pose. "I'm most comfortable when I can be myself."

Eyeing him, Gentaro sat down. "I see."

"Is there anything you'd like to eat, Yumeno-sensei? How about a drink?" Hifumi asked, ready to make his way to the kitchen. "Ah, you'll have to forgive me. Doppo and Dr. Jakurai have done the cooking, so I think it's best if we order takeout."

"There's no need. I've already eaten before coming here."

"Surely you have room for a little more?" Taking a seat beside him, Hifumi opened the box of strawberries with the grace that came from popping open champagne bottles every night. He tilted it towards Gentaro. "After all, I can't possibly finish this by myself."

Gentaro's green eyes met his, glancing back and forth between him and the box. With nimble fingers, he plucked up a strawberry. "I suppose one or two won't hurt."

Like so, Hifumi took a strawberry for himself. "I must say you have exquisite taste, Yumeno-sensei. Sakura Momo Strawberries are among my favorites."

A shrug to his shoulders, Gentaro gestured vaguely. "My life is worth as much as the price."

Humming, Hifumi bit into his strawberry -- perhaps too big a bite since juice spurt out and dripped down his chin. Skillfully, he grabbed a tissue and dabbed himself clean.

"Oh, you've a stain on your jacket."

Hifumi looked down, seeing that what Gentaro said was true. On the lapel laid a red stain small enough that it wouldn't be too difficult to get out, but big enough that it was quite noticeable.

"Why, I do," he said, pressing the tissue to it. "No matter, I'll clean it up later."

"Are you sure? Why don't you allow me take care of it? Consider it another way of expressing my gratitude." As he’d spoken, Gentaro reached out for his jacket and Hifumi chuckled nervously.

"Oho, there's no need for that," Hifumi said, pushing Gentaro’s wrists to the sides. "You're the guest here, let me take care of myself."

Gentaro's gaze fell to his suit jacket, eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "If you insist."

"Please help yourself, Yumeno-sensei. I'll return soon."

Leaving Gentaro behind, Hifumi strode towards his room with slow steps; something that not only lessened the aches in his body, but also bade him time. How terrible, Hifumi thought, to be cornered in the comfort of your own home. While he might've faced Gentaro out of host mode before, he had Doppo or Jakurai there with him at least. Without his suit, he lacked the ability to finesse his way out of the situation, the confidence to tackle his problems head on. Staring at his vanity's mirror, Hifumi weighed his options: take off the suit jacket and face the possibility of a breakdown should Gentaro pull anything, or replace it and face scrutiny.

Then again, perhaps he was assuming the worst of Gentaro. It was strange that he showed up at his apartment, admittedly, let alone knew where he lived, but he hadn't shown any sign of ulterior motives so far. He'd even gave him strawberries, which could be seen as a peace offering of sorts. Pretty as a kitten he might be, the chances of him doing anything hostile were low. Or at least, he hoped so. Choosing to give him the benefit of the doubt, Hifumi carefully slid off his jacket and put it away for washing. He clapped his cheeks and took a breath before returning to the living room.

"Totes soz if I made you wait long, Yumeno-sensei! Your neighborhood friendly Hifumin's back~"

As he plopped back into his seat, Gentaro gave him a once over. His head tilted and he quirked a brow up. "There's certainly a different air to you."

"Y'know what they say: clothes make the man. Or something!" With that, Hifumi popped a strawberry into his mouth.

"Indeed they do." Gentaro nodded along, taking a bite of his own strawberry. "You seem rather chipper for someone who's left the hospital, if I may say. I take it recovery is going well?"

"Psh, it was just a little stab! It wasn't like it was my first time anyways," he said, a laugh ending his sentence.

"You did mention that before..." He trailed off, Hifumi hearing hesitance in Gentaro's words for once. "Excuse me if this is too invasive, but may I ask as to what happened?"

Bouncing forward, Hifumi drummed his palms against his knees. Gentaro startled back a bit, a hand flying to his chest.

"Funny story actually! That's how I met Dr. Jakurai!"

He jumped right into it, recounting the whole Stalker Incident right from the night the woman had broken into the apartment. His hands fluttered around him as he mimed every lash, every hit, every freak out; his voice changed into bad imitations of Doppo, Jakurai, and the woman when he spoke their parts. All the while, he ignored the phantom pain in his arm, as well as the aches his bruise and wound brought. How couldn't he when he had a story to tell, of course! What finally brought him to a pause, though, was when he noticed that Gentaro's attention was focused elsewhere.

"...and Doc looked sooo awesome when his speakers turned on and -- hey, what's that?"

Gentaro froze, a pen in hand and a book on his lap, and he blinked as if broken out of a spell. Slowly, he tucked the pen inside the book and closed it.

"I hear better when I can read what's being said," Gentaro told him. "So I like to transcribe every word I hear."

"Ooh, like subtitles? Y'know, Doppo mumbles when he's really tired and I can barely understand him, so maybe I should do that."

Green eyes running over him, Gentaro's lips tugged up.

"That was a lie, although I do apologize for writing down your story without your permission." Gaze falling to the book's cover, he tapped it. "I must admit, I found it rather interesting and couldn't help but pen it."

"Whoa, so that's like your writing book?" Without warning, Hifumi reached for it but Gentaro swiped it up.

"Yes, it's a book in which I write in," Gentaro said, holding it close to his chest.

"Boo, y'know what I mean. Like a book where you write all your ideas and stuff!"

"Well, I suppose you're not wrong in that regard either."

"That's so cool!"

Again, Hifumi grabbed for it but Gentaro raised it higher into the air. He tried once more, standing up for leverage but Gentaro followed suit and raised the book even higher. Hifumi pouted.

"I wanna see it."

"Why should I let you?"

"Why not?"

"Hm, that's not a good enough reason." Presenting the notebook as it were an ancient relic, Gentaro took on the voice of an elderly sage. "Only they whom art worthy enough art allowed to lay their eyes upon mine inspirations."

Folding his arms, Hifumi puckered his lips in thought. He bobbed his head up and down, mumbling as he racked through his mind for any decent reason. The pain throughout his body pinched him and he gasped, slapping his hands to his cheeks.

"You should let me see it 'cause I'm injured!"

Gentaro squinted. "I fail to see the correlation."

"’Cause I’m injured, I’ve been stuck here, right?" Hifumi said, throwing his arms out and swinging them about as if to capture the living room’s space. "And it's been su~per boring in the house, y'know? So like, reading your book will cure my boredom and make me feel way better!"

Silence was his reply, accompanied by a stare of green eyes. Peering down, Gentaro leafed through his notebook and the pages flittered by like the wings of a hummingbird. Once he'd reached the end, he closed the book with a definitive snap and met his eyes. For the first time that day, Gentaro let out the smallest of chuckles.

"Very well then," he said, the slightest hint of amusement in his tone. "Who am I to deny an ill man a cure?"

Giving his notebook one last look, Gentaro handed it to him.

"Yay~! Don't worry, Yumeno-sensei, I'll be extra careful with it!"

"Thou should be," Gentaro replied in his sage's voice. "Or else thou wouldst have to face the wrath of the gods otherwise."

"Those gods sound kinda grumpy." Giggling, Hifumi flopped back into his seat and opened the book like a child eager for story time.

To be honest, Hifumi didn't know what to expect from a writer's journal but what he did know was that it was as entertaining as he thought it would be. More, even! With handwriting as pretty as the writer himself, Gentaro's notebook was filled with various notes and out-of-context scenes and lines of dialogue. Scratch outs were made, parallel to the lines; arrows pointed here and there, connecting ideas together; little doodles drawn in the margins helped illustrate his ideas further, though there was definitely a reason Gentaro was a writer and not an artist. Nonetheless, each page was worn with care and something about that made Hifumi smile.

Skimming the pages, he caught sight of a familiar name. He flipped back quickly, jaw dropping when he landed on it. He pointed at the name and shook Gentaro's arm.

"Hey, that's TOP DANDY!"

"Ah, indeed. Like I said, I was doing research."

"Research for what?"

Gentaro held a finger to his lips. "Now that's a secret."

"You can't give a hint?" Hifumi whined, pouting.

"Nope," Gentaro said, popping the "p." His eyes scanned the page, index finger trailing along until he landed on a list of rankings. "But I did mean to inquire more about this..."

From the types of drinks they kept in a host club, to the hobbies of a host, to the activities that went on behind the scenes, Gentaro went over each detail and Hifumi was more than happy to throw in his input. The journal sitting between their laps as they bounced off ideas, Hifumi watched as Gentaro scribbled down what he’d said and so they continued on like that -- Hifumi pointing at each and every line with the awe of a starry-eyed child and Gentaro further explaining the notes he so meticulously jotted down. Hifumi hadn't ever read a single one of Gentaro's books before, but if hearing the process behind them meant anything, then his actual novels must've been just as good!

It was easy to lose track of time when immersed in the world of another, however. The next thing Hifumi knew, the front door swung open.

"I'm home -- huh?"

"Doppo, welcome back!" His head turned towards Doppo, who looked back at him with his brows creased and his mouth hanging. Grinning, he tipped the journal in Gentaro's direction. "Look, look, Yumenon stopped by to visit me!"

The poker face Gentaro wore turned into one of bemusement, eyes leaving Doppo and snapping back to him. "'Yumenon'?"

"Yeah, ‘Yumenon’. 'Cause it’s cuter than 'sensei'!"

Doppo's awkward laughter broke into the moment, warily stepping into the apartment as if he was the guest.

"Ah, it's good that Yumeno-san kept you company..." He glanced nervously at Gentaro. "Er, is Yumeno-san staying over tonight or...?"

Looking at the window, Hifumi's eyes widened. "Oh my God, yeah, it's like super late! Wanna stay for dinner?"

Gentaro shook his head, plucking his notebook from Hifumi's hands and thumbing through it to make sure not a page was out of place.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline. I should head home now if I don't want to miss the train."

"You sure?" Hifumi leaned in with a hand covering his mouth, whispering a little too loudly to be considered a whisper. "I'll cook something while Doppo's not looking and he doesn't have to know."

Huffing out a laugh, Gentaro stood up and tucked the notebook into his pocket.

"Yes, I'm quite sure. I believe I've overstayed my welcome, anyhow. Take care... Izanami-san," he said, bowing his head slightly. Then, he turned to Doppo and did the same. "Kannonzaka."

"Aw, okay..." Hifumi said, following him to the entrance. With the elegance of a host, he opened the door for him and waved. "Bye bye, Yumenon! Come visit again!"

He gave him a wry smile. "I'll consider it."

And with that, Gentaro was gone.

"Seems like you had fun today," Doppo said once he'd closed the door.

Beaming, Hifumi turned to him with his chest puffed out and his hands on his hips. Aches and pains aside, the day turned out better than he thought it would. Though Gentaro was the last person he expected to drop by, certainly his presence broke the monotony of being cooped up at home. From the strawberries to the notes of his journal, Gentaro had given him more than he could imagine -- a colorful world filled with things he'd never stopped to think about and a vibrant perspective he’d never considered. The image of the pretentious writer he'd faced on Chuuoku’s stage fading away, Hifumi figured Gentaro wasn't as bad as he originally thought him to be. Well, he wasn't one to hold a grudge anyways.

"Yeah, lots! Like -- wait. Here, Doppo-chin, have some strawberries! Yumenon brought them! Oh, and we gotta save some for Doc, too..."

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