#swear on my future grave that will be placed right next to urs

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i can't believe ray's going somewhere without me guys, somebody scold her on my behalf

baby pls i love you so much i swear

#IF I DIDNT LOVE U #I WOULDNT HAVE PUT U IN MY PINNED POST #I WOULDNT BE TALKING TO U RN #wallah i love u #swear on my future grave that will be placed right next to urs #baby if u go i go #[𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?] #[+𝟏 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 -Kleo-]

[yuichi-ro]

ik ur running the dark content event atm (good job; its amazing!) but the latest chapter leaks fucked my disgusting lil mikey simp brain up and i cope with it by writing (hanma) fluff. sorry not sorry XD

also how did u know i was literally thinking about Noritoshi and Getou when writing my ask for the special, get out of my head i swear there is nothing interesting in there

hanma wakes up one day; but its not his room, nor the warehouse he sometimes sleeps in. its a real bed, not just a smelly old mattress on the floor. when he looks at his hands, they are wrinkly, when he stretches, his joints hurt and crack in ways he had never known and when he looks in the mirror he can see grey hairs peeking through.

hanma is thoroughly confused. he recognises himself, its still him but he definitely isn’t 16 anymore. did he get hit so hard on the head that he cannot remember anything anymore? was he in a coma for 30 years, what is happening?

he looks around a bit; it’s definitely a bedroom. ordinary and quaint but more than he has ever known. everything looks new and shiny.

is this supposed to be his future or something? he must have hooked up with someone and stayed over at their place, how else is he supposed to explain it? still a bit dazed, he leaves the bedroom and heads downstairs, cursing a little at his aching joints; if this is what it means to be an adult he’d rather die young, he tiredly muses.

when he enters the kitchen, he freezes. there is a nice smell of eggs and pancakes wafting through the house and the cause of it is a young lanky boy with hair unmistakably his. his figure makes him look older than he actually is, he is maybe 12, maybe 13 but probably not much older.

“morning dad”

ah so it was a hook up. just a hook up a couple of years in the past.

his son, he now assumes, smiles at him; a smile he recognises all too well a smile that can only belong to-

you.

and there you are, a basket of fresh laundry in your hand as you tease him for sleeping in for far too long.

you are older too, obviously, but god you are still the hottest thing hanma has ever laid his eyes upon. whatever this dream future shit is, he is sure he doesn’t want to ever wake up again.

that you would settle for someone like him? impossible, illogical, stupid even.

but also something he has never wanted more in his life.

the mundaneness should bore him, it really should but somehow it doesn’t. the domesticity is strangely alluring, god he must have really mellowed out- he will truly mellow out?

it still makes no sense to him, whatever it is, but he would be a fool to not enjoy it. and he does enjoy it; spends all of the day with his family- something he never thought he had, truly enjoying his time with you and the mini-him.

when he wakes up the next day, it is some couch again that he crashed on, the smell of fresh breakfast replaced with the smell of old cigarettes and cheap deodorant.

maybe it was just a fever dream but- just based on the slim, tiny chance that it truly was a glimpse into the future, hanma will do anything to make that his reality.

maybe he should just start with actually asking you out.

here hope u enjoy my soft word vomit; tl;dr shows cant fuck with my mental health during my exam phase thx and goodbye

-🌌

the way I'm watching all Mikey simps self combust. My wife included. Is killing me 😂 Naota said to kill Mikey!! But no no one listen to the Aries it's not like we know what we're talking about!!! Smh the shit Aires gotta put up with in shows. I'll take the "Naota has been right since day one" to my god damn grave 😂 me sitting here with my albeit odd but almost well behaved Hanma husband in comparison to the fucked up gremlin that Mikey crawled out of the womb being

yer brain is nice. I like it in here. I'm never leaving >:D

Oh my god I don't know if you ever saw my short little post about timeskipper!Hanma. Where the person that sent him too and from (like Naoto) the future and present was the reader that he was dearly in love with. But you word vomit reminded me so much of that!! My brains a bit scrambled I woke up early and have been doing yardwork all day but-

timeskipper!Hanma still being in love with you after everything's gone down. Being with Kisaki was a little "safer" bc at least it was fun and he didn't get violently jerked to a bleak future if he touched him. Unlike with you. Every time he touches you its this god awful dreadful future that he doesn't want to think about. But doesn't want to do anything in the moment to make better. That's tomorrows problem. Never the problem he wants to deal with today. But after Kisaki's death. Being a fugitive. Living like shit and not in an exciting way. He's certain this is why his future was so bleak. He really dug his hole with this one. But lets face it he's too lazy to fix it now. All he can really do is maybe see you one more time before succumbing to the fate he's already seen. And that's when it happens. When the leap drives him back to the future. Waiting to be thrust into the shit scene he always knew when this happened. It's why he stopped coming around you. Stopped chancing having to see his shitty future of his. What he comes to through isn't the same though. He's certain he's leapt but this...this isn't what he use to see. The kid. You. The warm house. None of this is familiar. Not what he use to know was his fate. This seems like a cruel joke. Until the older version of you kisses him on the cheek and tells him to get ready for breakfast. Before he can even say anything. Hanma is ripped back to the past. Standing. Not alone this time. No. He's standing in front of you. With you looking at him in the most peculiar way but he has no idea why. Desperate to take the easy route and go back to that future. Hanma grabs your wrist. This would surprise you if this wasn't Hanma we were talking about. When he expects to be yanked from his conscious. The sinking feeling in his stomach happens. Desperate he even laces your fingers together. Trying and realizing you hand isn't doing anything. He's still here. He's still standing right in front of you.

"What are you doing?" "I should be asking you that Shuji, what are you doing?" "I uh- I was-" "You had asked me out." And Shuji freezes. Not even recalling that he had said that. Before it didn't matter what happened when he was 'gone' to say. But not he realizes he has no idea if you answered him or not. "And...you said....?" "I said yes Shuji. I'll always say yes."

It's then Hanma realizes why he can't go back. He has to make that future he saw a reality. He has to do it himself if he wants to wake up one day to the smell of pancakes, your kisses and his son.

asdfghjkl sorry I went off ignore me I don't love Hanma I swear

#i do really like the idea of hanma being the other time leaper #but lets be honest i like the idea of him just being a normal guy too #idk why but just the idea of hanma being hanma and totally normal kills me XD #he's just doing his little thing #being kinda dorky looking and bored and bothering no one bc hes eh #both are good #all hanmas are good #oh no i might just love hanma #🌌.♡ #three.talks #hanma x reader #hanma shuji

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 014 [Social Interaction? Effort.]

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〈“All I want is a place to call my own. To mend the hearts of everyone who feels alone. You know to keep your hopes up high and your head down low.” A Day to Remember, “All I Want”〉

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Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

I groaned, forcing my eyes open. My hand shot out, feeling around for my annoying ass phone. I had three unread messages. The first was, surprisingly, from Aizawa.

✉ ‘Careful on your way to school.’

Weird, but okay. The next was from Toshi.

✉ ‘The school entrance has been swarmed by reporters. Ignore them, please.’

Reporters? Is that a normal thing for U.A.? The last message was from Murder.

‘Ur face sux’

My eye twitched as my fingers flew across the keyboard. ‘Uve never even seen my face fool’ I stood up, throwing my phone onto the couch before getting ready for school. After grabbing a bottle of Dr. Pepper from the fridge and scarfing down a bowl of cereal, I grabbed my phone again and slipped my sneakers on. A message was waiting for me.

‘Doesnt matter ur face still sux’

I rolled my eyes, ‘Ur an idiot‘

As I got closer to U.A., I heard the chaos before I saw it. The entrance was swarmed by at least two dozen people, some holding microphones, others holding large cameras on their shoulders. They were screaming at the students as they tried to enter the school, blocking their path. Talk about being a hindrance.

“Strange. I’ve never heard of such a thing happening in the past.”

I glanced over at Fumi as he stopped beside me, arms crossed firmly over his chest. “So this ain’t a normal thing, then?”

“Not to my knowledge. Though, if I were to make a guess, I’d say this has to do with All Might being a teacher.”

“You think so?” I scratched my cheek, watching as a female reporter roughly grabbed a student’s shoulder when he ignored her. “He’s the top hero, huh? So heroes are practically celebrities that people go nuts for here… how fucking annoying.”

He tilted his head, looking at me curiously. Right, he doesn’t know anything about me not being from here.

I cleared my throat. “Should we get it over with? Don’t wanna be late… again.”

He nodded, “Yes, they will only become more aggressive over time.”

The fucking vultures spotted us before we even got close, shoving microphones into our faces and screaming over one another to be heard. The only thing I could clearly make out was the name ‘All Might’. Fumi didn’t even spare them a glanced as he headed for the gate, but a woman grabbed his arm and shoved a microphone in his face, demanding an answer.

I felt a surge of annoyance and I grabbed her wrist, my hand turning red as I increased the temperature until she let go of him. “Keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself, bitch. The fuck is wrong with you, grabbing a kid like that. Grow the fuck up and get a real job!”

She cried out in pain and frustration and I released her hand. Muttering profanities under my breath, I put my arm through Fumi’s and tugged him past the archway.

“Thank you,” Fumi spoke softly, his feathery cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

I didn’t even know it was possible for him to blush but this world keeps fucking surprising me, don’t it? “Don’t worry about it,”

“If you won’t bring All Might out, I’ll get him myself!”

I glanced over my shoulder as a loud buzzing filled the morning air. Sheets of metal shot out of the ground, blocking the entry and towering above the stone walls that surrounded the school. The woman screamed in surprise and I scoffed. “That’s what you get, invasive bitch.”

Fumi sighed, placing his hand over his beak. “Your vocabulary is quite vulgar, Jen-san.”

I grinned at him. “Pretty sure I was a fucking sailor in my past life.”

A breeze blew past us, ruffling my hair. A shiver went down my spine, but I didn’t feel cold. I felt… exposed, in danger. What is this strange sense of dread that I’m suddenly feeling? Why do I have the urge to run? I suppressed another shiver, glancing back at the metal sheeting.

“Is something wrong, Jen-san?”

I snapped out of my daze, giving Fumi a forced smile as I followed him into the school building. That feeling lingered in the back of my mind, like someone breathing down my neck.

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“Decent work on yesterday’s combat training, you guys.” Aizawa stood at the front, his eyes sweeping the room. “I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team’s results. Bakugo – you’re talented, so don’t sulk like a child about your loss, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Pft, that bitch is totally sulking. I glanced around Big Boobs, but I could only see the back of his head since he was sitting in the same row. Truth be told, I had been a bit worried about him, but he seems to be in better spirits. His aura ain’t as dark as it was, anyway. I wonder what Midoriya said to him yesterday.

“And Midoriya – I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder! And don’t give me the excuse that you don’t have control over your quirk. That line’s already getting old. You can’t keep breaking your body while training here.” His voice softened. “But your quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it. So show a little urgency, huh?”

“Right!”

I snickered at his caring tone and his eyes snapped to mind. Shit, is he gonna call me out, too? I didn’t do that bad, did I? I slowly moved my body back behind Big Boobs, slumping over the desk so he couldn’t see me. I still haven’t apologized for the other day, either. Damn, I should really have a talk with him and Toshi, but effort. Emotional effort, too.

“Let’s get down to business,”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Your first task will decide your future.”

The classroom grew tense at his words, but I had the distinct feeling that he was trolling everyone again.

“You all need to pick a class representative.”

He said that so seriously, what the fuck. Still, the classroom started to erupt, overflowing with excitement and energy. I hate it.

“Pick me, guys! I wanna be class representative!” Do you even know what this job takes, Red?

“I’ll take it!” Sparky is definitely not smart enough for this.

“Yeah, you’re gonna need me.” Somehow I doubt that, Punk Rock.

“Someone with style should be -”

“Ooh! I’m totally the right pick!”

I guaran-fucking-tee you that Alien does that to French Fry on purpose. She’s going for the record of how many times she can interrupt him in three years. Or she just hates his guts, which I can understand.

Everyone’s voices started to overlap and I slammed my forehead onto the desk. What the fuck is wrong with these idiots, seriously? Don’t they realize how much work and responsibility that role entails? No fucking thank you. Oh, great taco god, even Bakugo wants the job. Depending on who gets the role, my school life could become hell. I’ve seen plenty of school anime to know that class reps and the student council give students hell.

“Silence, everyone! Please!” Prep shot up, his voice booming over the others. “The class representative’s duty is to lead others! It’s not something just anyone can do.” Especially not most of these dipshits. “You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader!”

That’s a great idea and all, but… that hand of yours is raised higher than anyone else’s. It’s pretty obvious he wants the job.

“Is this really the best idea?”

“We’ve only known each other a few days, how do we know who we can trust?”

That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it? It’s not like the class rep is gonna be trying to bring nations together or some shit.

“‘Sides, everyone will just vote for themselves.”

“Most people will, but that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job. It’s the best way! Right, sir?”

Aizawa had slipped back into his sleeping bag at this point, looking bored out of his mind. “Do what you want. Just decide before my nap’s over.” And with that, he fell to the ground, hidden behind the long lectern.

I sweatdropped. For someone that can show so much care for his students, he certainly loves to act like he hates his job. I wonder… is Zawa part tsundere? Is that even a thing? It’s gotta be.

“Thank you for your trust!” Prep turned to the class, pushing up his glasses. “Everyone, please write your vote on a piece of paper and fold it!”

With a sigh, I dug through my bag for my notebook and a pen. So far, it had only been used to draw cute tacos and the sacred taco bra. I swear, I’m gonna take this fucking grudge to the grave and then come back to haunt that bitch. I tapped my pen on the paper, scanning the room.

I don’t really have a relationship with any of these people. I had that one awkward moment with Bakugo; Ochako introduced herself to me; I helped Midoriya to Granny, but he probably don’t even know about that; Peppermint likes to glare at me for no reason, but he has a really nice voice; Then there’s Fumi.

I glanced over at him, watching his pencil scratch across his paper. Did he even want this job? He hadn’t said anything about it, and he doesn’t seem to be especially social or extroverted. He’s the closest thing I got to a friend here, though.

Damn, I’m really shit at interacting with people. Now that I’m thinking about it, the only people I ever interacted with during school was Travis, and even that was limited to a few times a month, and then there’s Skye and Heather, but something tells me those two are invalid. And twats. They’re definitely twats.

Maybe I should make more of an effort to get to know these people, but that sounds like a serious pain in the ass. Most of these people annoy me, anyway, and the only one that’s made an effort with me is Ochako and Punk Rock, but I blew her off.

“I will collect the votes now!”

Well, shit. I stared at the blank piece of paper and hummed thoughtfully. Oh… a grin split my lips as an idea popped into my head. I quickly scribbled down the name and balled the paper up, tossing it at Prep as he walked by. After collecting them all, he headed to the front of the room and started to calculate the results, writing names and numbers on the board. There were a lot of single votes. Guess people really did vote for themselves. Losers~

“Who voted for Aizawa-sensei?!”

“Pffft,” I bit my lip hard to stop from laughing, but his offended tone really fucking got me, man. Big Boobs and Peppermint turned to look at me, one with a weird expression, the other glaring in annoyance.

Prep slammed his hand on the lectern repeatedly. “This is an important decision, please take this seriously, Winchester!”

“Che. It ain’t that serious, fam, take a chill pill.” I huffed, leaning back in my chair. “One vote ain’t gonna make a difference.”

“Every vote matters!”

“For fuck’s sake, fine.” I scratched my cheek, glancing at the students as they looked back at me, some snickering. “I vote for Fumi,”

“Fumikage Tokoyami,” Prep nodded in satisfaction, turning to the board to add the vote. I caught Fumi’s eye and he smiled, sending me a nod.

Thankfully, I got zero votes.

Midoriya was in the lead with three votes, while Big Boobs, Momo Yaoyorozu, got two. Man, that name is hard for me to say, I hate it.

“How did I get three votes?!”

“Okay, you idiots!” Bakugo shot up from his seat, angrily slamming his hands on the surface of the desk. “Who voted for ’em?!”

“What, did you honestly think anyone was gonna vote for you?”

I mean, I thought about it doing it just for shits and giggles, but the risk that he would win, no matter how low, prevented me from doing so. Imagining that loud ass as the class rep makes my head hurt.

“What did you just say?!”

Prep sat down at his desk, his body shaking. “Zero votes… I feared this might happen, but I can’t argue with the system I chose!”

“So you voted for someone else, huh?” Yaoy… what was it again? I squinted at the board, eyes narrowed at her last name. Fuck it! I’m calling her Momo whether she likes it or not.

“But you know it was best to vote for yourself, right?” Sumo asked. “What were you trying to prove here, Iida?”

Iida, huh? I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands behind my head. I don’t know, I like the name ‘Prep’ better, honestly.

Midoriya stood up, his whole body shaking like a leaf as he headed to the front of the room, Momo standing beside him.

“Alright, the class rep is Midoriya. And our deputy is Yaoyorozu.”

“R-Really? It’s not a mistake?” Midoriya squeaked in disbelief. He’s such a timid little shit. How did someone with such little self-confidence become All Might’s successor? Makes no sense to me.

“This might not be so bad!”

“Yeah, I can get behind Midoriya, I guess.”

“Yaoyorozu was totally on top of it when it came to our training results.”

I glanced out the window at the azure sky, tuning out the class. That sense of dread is getting stronger and it’s making my fucking stomach turn. I guess I can add fucking paranoia to my list of issues.

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Lunch arrived and students poured out of their classrooms toward the cafeteria. I hung back, not wanting to get stuck in the crowd of hungry teenagers.

“Hey, Winchester!”

I paused, glancing behind me. “Oh. Hey Rin.”

He gave me a bright smile when he finally caught up and we started down the hall. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to say hi. I’m glad you passed the exam!”

I grunted, shoving my hands into my pockets. “I only passed because of you,”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t know you were there,” I muttered with a shrug, looking away from him. “I just wanted to test my power, I completely forgot about the exam and about getting points. I only got in because they thought I saved you.”

He nudged my arm, smiling when I looked at him. “Whether you knew I was there or not, you did save me, but that’s not important. We both got in, right?”

“Guess you got a point. Thanks for saving me, by the way.”

He nodded. “You’re in 1-A, right?”

“Yeah, what about you?”

“1-B and guess who’s in my class~”

My brow furrowed as I thought back to the exam. “Uhh… wait, not that blonde idiot.”

“Yup! His name is Neito Monoma and he’s certainly an interesting character.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but a loud yell from in front of us stopped me. “Get the fuck outta my way, Deku!”

“You guys got the arrogant prick, Monoma. We got the loud chihuahua, Bakugo.” I commented, sending him a blank look.

Rin chuckled as he watched the blonde stomping away from Midoriya. “I think we’re a bit better off. But only a little bit.”

“Probably are. My class is fucking nuts.”

“Sounds fun,” He paused for a moment, tilting his head. “Do you mind if I join you for lunch today?”

“Hmm, sure.” I usually just sit at the end of the table, listening to my classmates ramble on and argue about stupid shit. Wait… if he sits with me that means I have to put in the effort to try and carry on a conversation with him.

Fuck my life.

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aah i agree im vry disappointed in this chapter ! like its good like usual, but its kind of a let down after the last 5 chapters... ht rly exposed himself minutes before, and comedy aside, MGS answered him by ignoring him, and then saying "were not friends, were not as close as you think we are". it must have been hurtful for HT, its basically a rejection of recognizing HT vulnerabilities. and its totally In character for MGS to say this, so im not disappointed by it 1/?

i mean HT lay his heart down for Mo to see and theyve known each other for 15 DAYS, its too soon for anybody and especially for Mo who have mistrust problems to respond in the same way ? so running away and deflecting the declaration is cool, i wasnt excepting a "ill never abandon u!!" lol. but then HT being cool with this rejection and having a slapstick comedy just after doesnt feel right. mb show HT swallowing and being disheartened, and then put his usual facade and only then have comedy 2/?

would have been good, bc we would have known "oh ht is actually hurt by MGS reaction but doesnt know how to say it, so he plays it cool and change the subject bc hes still not at ease with being vulnerable". a realistic situation would have been "ht tried to be vulnerable but it was too soon, too much for mo who rejected him, so it confirmed ht biased thinking that showing vulnerabilities is bad and it will prevent ht to be vulnerable in front of someone in the near future". 3/?

i mean it could have been a nice although sad conclusion for this mini-arc, especially since ht have been grieving (?) his mother just this morning. a little step back, and then smth else happen and cause ht to crack completely but then mo is able to respond present and its a step forward. ok im daydreaming but that would have been climatic lol. instead this..ah i dont know i feel cheated, i know its ox' work but still haha ! like when they do an abrupt change of scene after an emotional page 4/

its a trick ox use often and after 300 chapters it feels old n cheap. when u engage in a emotional scene, u cant just do "oops i change my mind!!" and put slapstick comedy or ignore totally what just happened and dont have a progression. u have to stay on this road : u cant put traumatizing backgrounds and mafia affairs and mature problems (kidnapping, mother being threatening into prostitution,etc) n just.. not stick with it and making ur characters not traumatized by it and just 'lol comedy'.

sry im kind of monopolizing ur askbox lol, i guess im kind of frustrated ! it just the last chapters were so good and it was a while since ox use this cheap trick of not going through an emotional scene that i kind of forgot how terrible they were at handling transition between drama and comedy. theyre a good artist all in all (or i wouldnt be this disappointed!!), but they have this failing in their writing an it drives me nuts each time lmao. haa i hope next chapter will be better...5/5

Hell yeah, DEFINITELY, that sums up my thoughts. Also, you don't have to apologize, it was an interesting read and I can tell that you feel strongly about it. While I can’t say that I’m flat-out disappointed, as I wrote in my original post, I’m definitely feeling lukewarm and indifferent about the recent ch.

OX touched upon a few serious matters a couple of chapters before: namely She Li’s fucked up goading and the way it unsettled He Tian -- unsettled in no joking manner as follows from his reaction. Then we get He Tian swearing to beat up anyone who dares bully Mo, and the whole profound monologue from the previous chapter. Just as you say, He Tian truly laid himself bare there. One could argue that He Tian listed the reasons he was enamoured with Mo, or one could argue that he subtly commented on the milieu he grew up in, or one can even read it as He Tian admitting/reflecting on his flaws out loud. There are many ways to construe this scene, each of them is extremely meaningful. Not to mention it took HT visible effort to say these things out loud.

The problem which both you and I noticed is that OX left this mini-arc/mini-subplot unresolved. Instead, they abruptly switched to comedic relief. Much like you, I wasn’t expecting a big reaction from Mo -- no grand verbal declarations at very least. What I expected was a panel (maybe a close up of Mo’s face as I mentioned in my original post) that indicated he actually HEARD what HT told him, that it gave Mo some food for thought. 

As you mention, Mo getting disconcerted and doing the tsun-tsun escape is fairly in character for him. Still, a panel like this would have been very welcome to emphasize his confusion and to justify him not gracing the other boy with an answer, ignoring HT showing his underbelly (which is something that doesn't come easy for him, as we readers know). Okay, sure, OX handled it differently this chapter -- we get Mo silently running away and blurting out the first comeback he could think of. No problem. It works to show that HT’s words had an effect on him, albeit it’s much less pronounced, than, say, the Aquarium scene -- again one would have to wonder why: HT’s “don’t abandon me” is just as strong, if not stronger, than “I’m afraid you’ll forget me”, so it follows that Mo should have been just as affected.

The problem is the way an emotionally charged moment quickly fizzled out into comedy. As you said, Mo blurting out “we are not friends, we are not familiar enough, so I don’t care what you think (of me)!” SHOULD have hit HT harder. Just minutes before we had HT being genuinely disturbed by the idea of someone looking to intentionally hurt Mo, seeking physical comfort, being disquieted by the idea of getting abandoned and losing someone he likes, confessing that he admires the other boy -- yet when Mo utters yet another curt rejection of sorts, we are not shown HT’s reaction, which, logically, should have been there. 

And all of that emotional build-up is cheapened by an accidental dick slap comedy. 

Indeed, showing HT being hurt (disquieted? deflated?) and then putting on a cool guy mask, and ONLY then switching to a slapstick humour would have been more appropriate. It wouldn’t have taken a big or an overly dramatic scene either -- just, IDK, show HT’s eyes widening, or his throat clicking, or his posture slumping, anything to indicate that Mo’s words affected him -- that the whole thing mattered to him. Otherwise, it leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth: “so Imma confess to the person I like and swear to protect them and beg them to put up with me -- oh! forget anything serious that I said, Imma touch some dick now”. While I don't have an issue with comedy coming into focus again, I do wish it hadn't been this abrupt. Had there been a better transition between these scenes, there wouldn't be this "lol jk" vibe that I’m getting.

So yeah, I, too, feel a little cheated. OX certainly has an issue with drama-comedy transitions, which are sort of hit-and-miss for me. Sometimes they work well to alleviate the grave mood, other times they appear to be out of place. The recent chapter is the latter case. Dangling a possibility of climatic resolution for the subplot and then intentionally subverting it just doesn’t work in favour of the plot here. It cheapened the emotional part and made the comedy feel much less fun for me. Of course, no one says that writing is an easy task. Plenty of mangakas, for instance, work with writers to strengthen their script and plots, so it’s challenging when a single person is responsible for both drawing and planning the story. OX is undoubtedly doing a tremendous job. Still, I wish they wouldn’t stick to using the old trick this monastically because it's becoming a trite writing device and works against them on occasion. It’s totally fine to keep the comic light-hearted yet it’s not good to ignore the needed dramatic development.

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[confidenceatitsfinest]

homg i know u have like tons to work on but in the future pls considering writing this “Okay so when we were little I accidentally mentioned that I had a crush on you but I always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/date wtf we never discussed this!!!” for any pairing of ur choice i ship them all, seriously tho no rush bless

I’m sorry this took me ages again. I chose to do Junghope! I kind of changed things aroundbecause I had a bit of trouble weaving in their “little” years while making itsemi-realistic. So, instead of Kook accidentally mentioning his crush whilethey’re super young, he’s in high school already. Aaaaand, the “reveal” parttook a different turn than I expected. Hope you don’t mind!

Jungkook was content…at least he thought so. He had a goodhome and family, his grades were decent, and his precious Hoseok hyung wasalways by his side. They’ve been the best of friends since Jungkook was a babyin diapers and Hoseok just two years older than him while their motherschatted. Jungkook was always the quieter of the two, the introvert, which meanthe spent most of his time with the older and only him. It wasn’t surprisingthat he found his middle school self staring at high school Hoseok a second toolong, thinking about him whenever he wasn’t in his immediate perimeter, imaginingwhat it’d be like to kiss him.

Now that he was a high school freshman, it was hard not tojust explode and confess. Hoseok was pretty oblivious for the most part whichmade Jungkook’s job of hiding his growing crush that much easier but it alsomeant he let his guard down that much easier as well.

“Hyung, are you really that scared? This one is reallybadly made.” Hoseok had his face tucked into Jungkook’s side as the girl in thehorror movie opened the door. Movie nights were their tradition since they wereold enough to even understand movies and it was Jungkook’s turn to choose thistime.

“Yeah, says you Mr. I-can-beat-up-a-ghost.” Jungkook rolledhis eyes but smiled anyways, secretly enjoying the proximity of his hyung’sbody.

“You know I’d beat up any ghost if it threatened to hurtyou, Hoseokie.” He smiled, eyes crinkling in mirth.

“Yah! Just because I have a fear like normal people doesnot suddenly take away my hyung status. I demand respect you big baby.”

“Yes, yes hyung. Do you want me to call you Daddy whileyou’re at it?”

A millisecond after he says it, Jungkook knows he’d fuckedup. He had not meant to say that and has no idea why his mind thought ‘Daddy’was a good word to use. He’s horrified by the reality that those exact wordsjust came out of his mouth so casually (no, he hasn’t fantasized about Hoseokbeing Daddy thank you very much) and he can definitely feel his hyung frozenbeside him.

“I-I did not mean that. Oh my god…Oh. My. God. I’m so sorry.”He doesn’t know what else to say and buries his face in his hands but he’s surethe tips of his ears are burning in embarrassment.

Hoseok lets out a nervous laugh, “Yeah, no problem. Just ajoke…” He eyes Jungkook warily and the younger bemoans the sudden, possiblyirreversible, change in the atmosphere.

“Um, I just remembered my mom needs help with cookingtonight. You know, pot luck and all.” Before Jungkook can even reply, Hoseok isstanding up and puling his jacket on, heading out the door with a quick ‘bye’and just the sound of the door closing to accompany him. Jungkook groans andspends the rest of his night in fitful sleep.

The next few days, Hoseok pretends everything is normal andon the outside, they did seem normal.Jungkook knew better. He noticed the way the older didn’t immediately throw hisarm around his shoulder, the way he called him ‘Jungkook’ instead of ‘Kookie,’the way he cringed whenever Jungkook so much as look at him too long. Thislasts for a whole two months before the stress of junior year distracts forcesthe incident back into the depths of Hoseok’s mind and allow their relationshipto return to the original familiarity and comfort. For that, Jungkook isforever grateful for all the tests and projects even though they’re the causebehind the elder’s sleep-deprivation.

They hung out like normal, met each other after school towalk to either of their houses to relax or study, sat next to each other atlunch while sharing earbuds, it was just them again. And Jungkook thanked theheavens for fixing things.

Over the next few days, Hoseok started to seemuncomfortable again, but this time was different. He wasn’t uncomfortablearound Jungkook (in fact he lit up when they met) but something was definitelybothering him.

“Hyung,” Jungkook placed a gentle hand on Hoseok’s shoulderand the older jumped so hard he felt guilty for startling him, “Are you okay?You’re really twitchy lately.”

Hoseok tried to smile in an attempt to reassure him but itcame out looking more like a thinly concealed grimace. “I’m fine, Kookie-ah.”

“You know you can tell me right? I’ll help you anyway Ican.” He looked up at Hoseok in concern. He’d fight anyone that made hisprecious hyung frown more than he smiled.

“Of course, I’ll tell you if I need to. Don’t worry aboutme. Now come on, weren’t we going to get ice cream today?” Jungkook’s eyessparkled at the mention of the sweet treat and he wasted no time in draggingHoseok up and towards their favorite little ice cream shop.

Jungkook was swinging their intertwined hands togetherhappily. They’ve always been comfortable with this time of contact and paid nomind to it.

Jungkook was busy scanning the menu, trying to decide whichflavor to try this time (and what flavor to convince Hoseok to get so theycould share) when he felt a sudden squeeze to his hand.

He looked beside him in confusion, “Hoseokie?”  He followed Hoseok’s line of sight and landedon an intimidating looking male, taller than even Jungkook.

“Do you know him?” He noticed the other swallow harshly,eyes darting around, and after years of being so close with Hoseok let Jungkookrealize that these were signs of anxiousness and discomfort.

The man started to get closer to them and Hoseok’s grip onhis hand tightened even further.

“Hoseokie,” the boy’s voice was rough and mocking as hislips quirked into a smirk, “who’s this pretty boy here. Do you fuck himsometimes? Ah, does he think you’re good in bed?”

Hoseok’s eyebrows furrowed at that, anger lighting up inhis eyes. He was just about to open his mouth and finally give the other male apiece of his mind when he was interrupted again.

“Pretty boy,” Jungkook was still shell-shocked at theconfrontation but now the boy was looking at him, “Let me tell you somethingangel, I’m the one that taught your precious hyung all about fucking…firsthand. How about this, why don’t you leave my little newbie here and come withme. I’ll make you feel so good.” Jungkook’s eyes widened at the implication andhis fists balled, ready to fly but Hoseok’s hold on his wrist stopped him.

“Don’t you dare touch him. I will kill you if you eventhink about him in that way.” Hoseok’s voice was merely a low growl as thetendons in his arms strained.

“Oh and who are you to say that, Hoseokie?” Jungkook wantsto scream at him, shout that only he’s allowed to say ‘Hoseokie,’ that he hasno right to talk to his hyung like that.

Hoseok tugs Jungkook behind him protectively, a burningfury in his eyes, “He’s my boyfriend you fucker!” By now, everyone in thelittle shop had their attention on them.

A gasp was caught in his throat. Boyfriend. Hoseok had said boyfriend.

“Damn, such a pretty little thing he is too. He’d moan evenlouder than you did.” Hoseok let go of Jungkook’s wrist in favor of grabbingthe man by his shirt collar.

“Don’t touch him, I swear I will hunt you down. I don’tcare what you did to me before, but I will not. I will not! Let you hurt him.”

“You’re no fun anymore. Fine, I’ll let you keep your shinynew toy, but you can’t escape from what we had before.”

“We didn’t have anything, you piece of shit. Come onKookie, let’s go.” Before they got out the door, Jungkook flipped the man offsince he didn’t have the chance to beat him up.

Hoseok looked straight ahead as he tugged Jungkook along.He didn’t say anything, just kept walking until his steps stuttered to a halt.He dropped down to a crouch and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Jungkookie, I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

Jungkook bent down next to him and put a gentle hand on hisshoulder, “You don’t have to tell me the details hyung, but I said I’d protectyou from anything right? You should’ve let me at him, I can fight!” Hoseoklaughed lightly, a hoarse sound.

“No Jungkook-ah, don’t do that.”

“Hyung?” Hoseok grunted in acknowledgement.

“Don’t freak out okay?”

“There’s nothing to freak out about now.”

“I’m serious.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Hoseokie hyung, will you be my boyfriend?”

There was silence and Jungkook feared he had made a gravemistake, feared that he had taken Hoseok’s words during the heated exchange tooseriously.

“I’m sorry, pretend I never said that. It’s actually timefor me to go home. I-I’ll see you tomorrow hyung.” Jungkook turned aroundbefore the burning tears fell. He took a shuddering breath and took the firststep towards anywhere but where Hoseok was.

“Don’t go,” A warm hand curled around his wrist again,“Don’t go, I’m sorry I acted weird after that day. I promise it wasn’t youalright? I…had to fix some things before I could be beside you again.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched, a tendril of hope wrapping aroundhis heart, “Hyung…”

“I’ll be your boyfriend, Kook-ah, if you let me. I mademistakes but if you still want me after I tell you, I’ll stay.”

Jungkook let out a harsh breath, the weight lifting fromhis chest, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Hoseokie!” A heavy weight landed on top of the older maleas he lounged on the couch.

“Hey Kook, you’re happy today.”

“Yup! I beat Taetae hyung in Overwatch today!”

Hoseok planted a soft kiss on his forehead as a reward, “Youdid? I’m proud of you babe. Wanna go get ice cream to celebrate?”

Jungkook beamed at him, “Race you!”

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