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BB + FP | Suds & Duds

How well do the boys take care of their clothing and laundry....

Ichiro

- Big Bro has Big Mom/Dad energy, so of course he’s great with laundry

- Used to doing his brothers’ laundry when they were younger and continues to do so for the whole household out of habit

- Has a few color sorting piles, nothing fancy, but he takes incredible care of his cosplay outfits

- He even learned to iron and respects the need for dry cleaning at times

Jiro

- His floor has a mixture of clean and dirty laundry; employs the sniff test to determine which is which until Ichiro forces him to clean it up

- Takes good care of his favorite clothing items like his jacket and hat

- Helps Ichiro with sorting and “putting laundry away” (aka leaving the clean basket of clothes in his room and using it like a dresser until the next laundry day)

- Has been banned from washing anyone else’s clothes because he has ruined multiple things by shrinking them, staining them, bleaching them...he tried though

Saburo

- Also helps out Ichi-nii with the laundry, but actually puts his clothes away

- Good about sorting his clothes in to the appropriate piles for washing

- Has a pretty good organization system for clothing in his room so it makes putting things away easy

- Teases Jiro about the mess, but sometimes sneaks in and puts some of the clean clothes away; Jiro thinks it’s Ichiro, but it’s almost always Saburo’s doing

Ramuda

- Rarely washes his own clothes, but when he does he takes great care. Will happily hand wash a garment to maintain it’s integrity

- Has the cleaners regularly pick up and drop off his clothes

- Owns a steamer and regularly steams and presses his outfits

- Has his clothes sorted by season, style, material, and color

Gentaro

- Enjoys hand washing his clothing rather than using a washing machine

- Uses a clothes line to regularly dry his laundry; he likes the fresh scent and natural method

- Also takes great care of his clothing like Ramuda, although he has less garments, he cares for them in a way that will make them last

- Also washes Dice’s clothing, but will spend a little extra $$$ to get his coat cleaned in the warmer months just to get all of the winter wear out of it

Dice

- Attempts to help Gentaro, but makes a sudsy mess

- Attempts to use Ramuda’s washing machine, adds too much detergent and makes another sudsy mess

- Limited clothing options, but has enough to rotate through on laundry days

- Has a designated drawer at both Gentaro and Ramuda’s house to use whenever he stays over

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosismic #fling posse #buster bros

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omg I'm being so greedy :C but could I also ask for Ichiro with a clumsy s.o.? My friend is reaaaally clumsy but shes so fcking cute and her fav waa ichiro!

We know all about being greedy 😈 🤣 we are here for you and for this precious freaking ask! Sooooooo hope you like this one too, lovey 💕 Ichiro is too good for us all.... 😍

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Graceful, coordinated, poised. These were not words you would ever use to describe yourself. In fact, you were the complete opposite. However, your wonderful boyfriend loved every awkward, clumsy moment; it was just part of who you are and he loved it all. Now that’s not to say it didn’t worry Ichiro at times...he knew he couldn’t always be around to protect you from missing that last step or bring you ice when you caught your bumper toe on the leg of the table again.

But this was not one of those times. Carrying in the groceries didn’t seem like that difficult of a task. You’d helped unload a bunch of times before and this time seemed no different. These Yamada boys eat SO MUCH! You thought to yourself, having decided to carry in a couple of lighter smaller bags from the back of Ichiro’s delivery bike. It was filled to the top nearly with all the essentials and more. Ichiro was a fantastic cook and if he was ever at risk of spending too much money on anything it was on food for his family. There was a box of cans near the bottom of the cart and your eyes saw it as an easily cartable item with the two smaller bags, one on each arm.

You shifted the bags to your left arm so you could reach the box with your right. As your fingers reached the handle of the box, you felt the two bags shifting uncomfortably on your other arm, but ignored it as a moment of inconvenience. You moved to stand up and found yourself stuck. Not only was the box of cans not willing to come out of the cart, your other arm was now trapped, the two tangled bags now caught on the other edge of the cart. You struggled, trying to maneuver this way or that to escape this trap from either side.

“Need some help?” Ichiro stood there with his hands on his hips, smirking as he watched your last couple of attempts, trying his best not to laugh. He saw you hesitate and then you nod, your cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. Ichiro just grins as he moves to the edge of the cart starting to untangle the bags there, “Almost got it... There!”

Just as he got the bags to untangle and set them loose again, there was a little balancing of your arms and while you felt free again, you also felt the bounce back of your arm hit the corner of the box in your other arm, causing it to tip and become very unbalanced. Ichiro and you both gasp as the cans in the box start to tumble. His arms instantly reach out and grab not only the cans but you from around your waist, catching the box of cans against you as a few tumbled to the ground loudly, but he was right there, you and the cans in his strong and tight embrace.

“Maybe I should carry these,” Ichiro grinned. He made sure you were steady on your feet before setting the box to the side. You both began picking up the scattered cans and placing them back in the box. As you leaned down to pick up the last can, your head collides with Ichiro’s as you see his hand extending towards the same spot. “Sorry!” You exclaim rubbing your sore forehead. “Perhaps you really should carry these,” you smiled poking fun at yourself.

Ichiro placed a gentle kiss to the now red spot on your forehead and picked up the broken box of cans. He carefully piled them into the cart and moved to grab your hands and pull you up to stand. “Hold our your arms.” He smiled softly and you did as he said. He moved to hand you the box again, carefully placing the cans back in, then he breathes, “Hold onto them tight with both arms.” As soon as you hold the box as instructed, he moves to tuck and arm under your knees, the other at your back as he scoops you up in his arms, carrying you while you’re carrying the box of cans as if you weighed nothing at all. He laughed a moment and then moved towards the doorway of the Yamada house, “We’ll carry these cans together.” He breathed in your ear as he carried you inside over the threshold, both of you blushing from ear to ear.

#hypmic ichiro #hypmic #hypnosis mic #yamada ichiro

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Hello loves, i love your blog and thank you for your awesome content

Hello lovey! 😍 Dawww thank youuu we love you and your awesomeness! 🥰 We loved this request so much that we each took a side and combined powers to give you two different scenarios for both your bois 💕 We hope you love it!! XOXOXO

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Ichiro w/ shy s.o.

Ichiro had been extremely busy with requests, but he always made sure he had time for you. You were his pride and joy, his one and only. He loved telling people so. You on the other hand were extremely shy, not that Ichiro minded in the least, but articulating your feelings didn’t come quite as naturally as it did to him. Even so, he knew you cared and never pressured you for confirmation.

Friday night, your decided “date night” rolled around and no plans other than “seeing each other” had been made. This was something you both enjoyed; this likely meant a night in with maybe a home cooked meal and a movie or some anime. Nothing fancy, just quality time together.

As you sat on the couch with Ichiro, your belly full of his delicious cooking, your energy began to fade in the third hour of your anime binge fest. Ichiro noticed your sleepy blinks, eyes opening and closing in slow motion. He gently put his arm around you and pulled you in close. “Hey sleepy head. Are you getting tired? We can pause and finish this another time.” “No, no…” you insisted, “I want to finish this series. It’s only 12 episodes and we’re nearly done.” Ichiro chuckled and pulled you in a little closer, “ok…”

The show resumed and within 10 minutes you were out. Ichiro shifted to reach for the remote and was held back, your arms wrapped around his waist. “Mmm…wait…” You murmured. “I…love you…Ichiro…” He looked down to see you squeezing him tightly your eyes still closed. He leaned back and attempted to adjust your sleeping grip so he could better return the embrace. “I love you too…” he whispered, placing the softest of kisses to the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you in a big bear hug.

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Ramuda w/ shy s.o.

If you were good at being shy, then Ramuda was good at making you uncomfortable. But in turn he was really good at making your heart skip a beat every time he’s around. He was always friendly with the ladies and you knew it. But with you it was different. The moment you both met was a quaint one; it was at a popular cafe in Shibuya., He had just happened to want to sit at the same cafe table you happened to be sitting at alone. He sat across from you and as soon as you saw each other, you both started talking and something in him had snapped. You were never oneesan, but hime, his princess.

Ever since then you and him had been inseparable. He was gentle with you, always just leading you by the hand, knowing that you were always a little shy. “I don’t mind, hime!

He treated you like a porcelain doll and absolutely adored showing you off everywhere you went just by keeping you by his side. Ramuda never forced you or asked for you to be the center of attention as he knew how crippling that would be. Tonight was no exception. He had to go to a premiere, as one of his main clothing lines was put center stage recently in a new film. He absolutely went on a field day to ensure you both had the perfect outfits that matched down to the soles of your shoes.

The dress was simple and stylish with a classic cut and complimented his edgy, bold look, but it was the perfect interpretation of you both. “You look amazing.” Ramuda stood behind you as you gazed into the full length mirror in his bedroom, both finished getting ready for the big event. He grabbed your hand and began to turn you around in a slow spin, gazing, “Just like my hime…Perfectly perfect.” He grinned, moving to bow and kiss your hand as if you were at a ball.

You blush and give a nervous laugh, “Thank you. You look very handsome too!” Your face was still blushing through your makeup as he grinned up at you, about to say something when his phone beeped.

He held your hand still as he grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Our ride is here!!” He beamed, then you both went down to climb in the back of a fancy black vehicle. You two happily sat in the back, hands laced with each others.

The car ride was slow due to traffic and while the driver was apologetic, you both were just happy to have some quiet time before the big event. Ramuda was calm for one of the few times ever and so were you. The lights and the hum of the car was making you drowsy already and you simply lay your head on Ramuda’s shoulder. “Tired already, hime~?” He squeezed your hand, his voice smiling.

“Maybe I’ll just rest my eyes a moment before we get there….” Your heavy eyes close for a moment. Then you wrap your other arm around his, hugging it gently, “I …love you, Ramuda.” You missed it, but he had never smiled wider than that moment, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, whispering, “I love you too.”

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic ramuda #hypmic ichiro #ramuda amemura #yamada ichiro

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ACCEPTING REQUESTS

Toss us a request! 💕 We’d love to write for you 💕

Naughty or nice... we’re not Santa ;3

We don’t have posted official rules but like many others we have a general rule of thumb to not accept abuse or other harmful things and of course it is at our discretion but we WELCOME YOUR ASKS 😍🥰

#hypmic #requests are open

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3am HypMic HCs | 🍦Favorite Ice Cream Flavors 🍨

Welcome to a new series we birthed from our two mod’s text conversations that happen between the hours of 1-3am... here are our thoughts all related to HypMic headcannons...

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HypMic bois and their Favorite Ice Cream Flavors!

Ready? GO!

Buster Bros.

* Ichiro: Classic Hot Fudge Sundae with Vanilla Ice Cream

* Jiro: Any variety of chocolate

* Saburo: Mint Chocolate Chip

MTC

* Samatoki: Strawberry

* Jyuto: Dark chocolate cherry

* Riou: Dirt & worms (cookies and cream ice cream with gummy worms)

Fling Posse

* Ramuda: Bubblegum

* Gentaro: Black Sesame

* Dice: Red Bean

Matenrou

* Jakurai: Taro/Matcha

* Hifumi: Birthday Cake

* Doppo: Espresso

#hypmic jyuto #hypmic jakurai #hypmic ramuda #hypmic doppo #hypmic gentaro #hypmic hifumi #hypmic #hypmai #hypnosis mic #hypmic riou #hypmic dice #daisu arisugawa #hypmic jiro #hypmic ichiro #hypmic saburo #hypmic samatoki

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Doppo x Hifumi | Ideal Weekend

🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 🏳️‍🌈 In honor of this, I have a v smol 2am drabble of my favorite HypMic ship of all time: ✨ Doppo+Hifumi ✨

There aren’t enough emojis to describe how much I love them, so here’s a slice of life featuring this precious Matenrou pairing...

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“Oh shit, I’m sorry! I thought you were asleep.”

Doppo yawns, shaking his head as he turns from his napping spot of lying face down, burrowed into the arm of the couch to now face the speaker standing beside him, “No, I can’t sleep, I forgot to send out one last calendar invite... and then I saw it was nearly 5AM.” He yawned again as he muttered, “And I knew you’d be home soon.”

Hifumi had just gotten back home from a long night of host club management and general weekend chaos and moments earlier has dropped a very loud grocery bag onto the floor about a foot away from Doppo’s resting place. Now he stood over him with a look of apology at the disturbances his slumber.

Doppo rubbed his eyes as he sat up and stretched a little, shifting to let Hifumi gladly flop down beside him. Hifumi let out an exasperated sigh, his host club jacket which was draped over his arm started to fall to the ground. Hifumi let his dark rimmed eyes slowly close and only a moment later he felt a weight against his lap. Doppo’s fiery hair flopped back away from his face as he lay his head in Hifumi’s lap. His eyes stared up at the handsome features of Hifumi’s tired face and smiled softly. “Long night?”

Hifumi let out a little laugh and cracked his eyes open to look down at Doppo, his hand moving to gently and softly comb through his hair, “It was a Friday, of course it was...” He paused, smiling ever so faintly, “I would have thought you would be sound asleep, smelling like booze from having a good night out with your office buddies. But this is a pleasant surprise...”

Doppo rolled his eyes, making a choking sound, “Social interaction with my peers? Kill me.” He joked but just returned the small smile, “You’re more important than all that anyway.” He closed his eyes again, reaching to take Hifumi’s unoccupied hand and curl his fingers with his. He wished nothing more than to spend every weekend right here like this, entwined on the couch with his Hifumi. The warmth of Hifumi’s lips against his reassured him that Hifumi felt the same, and nothing on earth could make Doppo’s heart happier than that.

#doppo kannonzaka #hypmic doppo #hifumi izanami #doppo x hifumi #hypmic hifumi #hypmic #hypmai #hypnosis mic #pride month #matenrou

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If it's ok. Jakurai and Juto finding a lost and abused child and taking care of them while looking for their parents or guardian?

Of course it’s okay!! Thank you for asking us! 💕😍 We were a little torn on how old the kiddo should be but we are thinking they’re pretty young and wouldn’t be able to take care of themselves or find their way home. But here you are lovey!

Jakurai

- He would be very medically concerned for the child, regardless of age

- Would give a careful, but through physical exam out of concern for safety of the child

- Being a doctor, his first concern would be that are physically safe, wanting to ensure they are not in trouble or hurt at all

- 100% would setup a whole separate room of his house for them and would fill it to the brim with toys and things that they liked, like we are talking Jakurai would take them on a full blown shopping spree and buy whatever made them smile

- Gives them their own space to make them comfortable in their new space, but wants to keep them close and safe

- Leaves them alone fairly often to give them a sense independence and would not hover too much

- The child would be interested in him though and would come find him while he’s home and tug on his lab coat if they had a question or wanted his attention

- Once they find their home:

- He feels an extreme sense of peace at the child finding a home

- He’d feel lonely, like he is missing something in life and it would make him rethink some of his long term goals

- More apt to leave them be and cut what small ties were there after they reunite with their family

Jyuto

- He would immediate take them to the police car and get them a safety blanket and teddy bear, essentials for shock first aid

- He’s going to do the right thing by the kid and ask them questions softly and slowly

- He’s also going to do a scan and check for signs of shock

- Once they are comforted and calmed down from the initial shock of getting lost, he would immediately contact police station for reports of missing children and report the kid as missing from his family

- But this kid would be clinging to his leg and Jyuto wouldn’t have the heart to let them go into the system, so he would tell them he is willing to watch over them in lieu of child services

- This little one would be totally attached to him and never want to leave his side

- Kids aren’t his thing, but this one likes him and he is absolutely taken by them

- He would take this lil dude everywhere with him including to look for their parents/guardians

- He would be a fun cop to the kid and let them ride in the car, come with him on “adventures”, and Jyuto would totally let them play with the sirens

- Once they find their home:

- He’s surprised how much he learned to love this kid and is really kinda crushed to have to say goodbye

- He would start to volunteer for the police social events with kids and that is something he would never do before

- Totally would invite the little one to come visit the station at any time they want

- Most likely to be in communication with the family and child after they go home

#hypmic #hypmic jyuto #hypmic jakurai #hypnosis mic

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Luck be a Lady - Dice + fem. s/o- NSFW

🔥 This is NSFW/18+ writing right here🔥

Stop it you know you love this smut

This one is all about our favorite neighborhood trash boy Dice and his sexy fem s/o! Time to get lucky.... #badpuns

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“The evening started out so well,” thought Dice. “Where did I go wrong?” He pondered this as he walked home, the cold evening breeze feeling a bit chillier than it normally would.

Dice had managed to earn some decent cash and multiply it tenfold in the first 30 minutes of being at the casino. However, Lady Luck is a fickle thing and Dice is not exactly held in the highest of favors. Feeling as though “tonight is the lucky night” he sits down at the table, part of him knowing he should take his winnings and head home while the other part is enveloped in the thrill that comes with taking chances, risking it all.

Round after round he lost, placing higher bets to try to make up the deficit only to fall deeper in to debt. “Shit!” Dice growled before picking up his jacket and microphone as he was “escorted” out the front door. “Come on fellas~ Can I at least have my clothes back?” he pleaded. “You’re lucky we let you keep your underwear! Better put on your coat, it’s awful breezy tonight!” The two bouncers laughed as the door slammed shut.

Begrudgingly Dice put on his jacket and began the trek back to your shared apartment. “Shit, shit, shit! She’s gonna be so pissed!” As he walked, he fumbled in his pocket to find the crushed carton of cigarettes and prayed that there was one left. “Damn...” It seemed he was completely out of luck.

Before long, he had reached the steps of the apartment building. He closed his eyes, exhaling a heavy sigh as he rode the elevator to the 7th floor. “Well...here we go,” Dice thought as he opened the apartment door.

“Baby, I’m...uh...wow...” his voice trailed off at the sight before his eyes. He had fully expected to find you waiting angrily, ready to give him an earful for not only being late but also losing everything including the literal shirt off his back. Instead, there you were standing in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts, the hem barely covering your backside. “Hi babe! Hungry?” Dice looked at you quizzically as you point to the plate of food on the counter. “Aren’t cha gonna ask about...?” He questioned motioning to his lack of clothing. “Hahaha I think I can guess what happened?” you reply with a wink. “And you’re not...mad? Maybe I’m luckier than I thought,” he said walking over to hug you from behind and picking up a rice ball.

“Hmm...Are you feeling lucky?” You tease playfully, turning around to face him, eyebrows raised. Dice nearly choked on the food in his mouth, your sultry tone getting a quick rise out of him. Pulling you in to a tighter embrace, he tilts his head upwards and whispers a prayer of thanks to the sky.

A small laugh escapes your lips as you place your hands on the back of his head drawing him closer. As your lips meet, all of Dice’s earlier concerns seemed to fade away. If you were even the slightest bit mad, it didn’t show - this was a fire of a different kind. Deepening the kiss, his mouth now hungrily explored yours, his tongue brushing every surface until you both have to come up for air.

Hunger of a different kind now filled Dice’s eyes. He haphazardly tossed his jacket to the floor. Growling Dice quickly hoisted you up on to the kitchen counter. In doing so, he caught a glimpse of the lace black panties the shirt had narrowly been hiding when he first arrived home. If he wasn’t already turned on, he sure as hell was now!

Soft kisses turned in to small bites on your jaw, your neck, down to your collarbone exposed by the v-neck of his shirt. His hands ran down the fabric of the shirt, finding their way to the hem and edging under causing a moan to escape your lips. His warm hand on your stomach began working its way back up to your chest. Gently he caressed his thumb back and forth across your nipple. Meanwhile, his mouth continued to leave a trail of bite-filled kisses across your skin. Your hands tangle through his mess of blue hair as his mouth moved back up to capture yours. Surely there will be marks tomorrow, but it felt too good to ask him to stop.

Wrapping your legs around his hips, you pull his waist closer. The wet fabric of your panties began to dampen Dice’s underwear as he pressed against you. His excitement apparent in his ragged breathing and tightening briefs. Dice breathily asks, “Bed?” You nod wrapping your arms around his neck so he can carry you, your waists never parting.

As Dice laid you on the bed, he made quick work of removing what little you had on. He paused for just a moment to drink you in, his Lady Luck. His biggest win. You ached for him, for his touch “Daisu...” the moan of his name enough to make him growl with excitement. The bed dipped as he climbed on top of you. Your breath hitched as he eased himself inside. “Fuck...” Both of you sigh in pleasure as he moved to get comfortably seated. “Mmm...” Dice began to move his hips, slowly at first but quickly picking up rhythm. His mouth began to explore again, this time licking and darting across your chest.

You could feel the heat rising in your core as his thrusts and touches bring you closer to the edge. The movement of his hips start to become more erratic and Dice’s soft moans continued to increase in volume. He bit your lip and you moaned in to his mouth as he pushed you to your climax. As you tightened around him, Dice was also pushed over the edge and you both ride out your waves of pleasure together. Now tired and sweaty, Dice gently kisses your forehead and rolls to his side. “I really am lucky to have found you” he whispers softly in to your hair as he wraps his arms around you and swiftly falls asleep.

#daisu arisugawa #fling posse #hypmai #hypmic #hypnosis mic #nsfw

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Forgive Me | Gentaro + Fem. reader

This is a bit longer than we normally would do.... but mod Amemura got a little carried away on this little tale about a hurt fem reader after a bit of heartbreak and Gentaro.

Let us know if you want to see more! Because someone here may or may not be interested in having this continue

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You couldn't believe it had come to this. You both had it all. He had your everything to himself, all to himself, just as he liked it. And equally you had him. You were mad about each other. But now, you were just plain mad. You were mad that he cheated. You were mad that you couldn't see it coming. Ramuda had always been wild, in a way that was uniquely his own. He was meticulous and calculated too... but you didn't think it could ever come to this. This was too much and this stung too deeply. You both knew how you both felt about each other.

Or at least you thought you knew.

Now you felt like your heart was being crushed inside of your chest and your tears choked you. Your frantic hands grabbed clothes out of the closet ripping them heartlessly from their neat home and throwing them carelessly into an expensive duffle bag Ramuda had bought you for Christmas only the year prior. Everything was a blur. You couldn't even see what you were grabbing you just knew it had to get it out of his closet. Whatever fit you were going to take. It would be enough to get by. You just had to get out.

You couldn't stop hearing his laugh in your mind, his little giggle was inescapable as you ran to the door. Tears stained your shirt and you choked back sobs as you leaned to put on your shoes. The weight of the bag was too much and it slid to one side, pulling your already disoriented body with it towards the opening door. Within an instant two arms were wrapped around your back, propping you up as you broke down into a heaping mess against the figure.

Gentaro happened to be coming by with some groceries for Dice at the same time you were trying to leave. As soon as he saw you as you began to fall he dropped the bags immediately and left the door open as he sunk to the ground with you in his arms, his tone quietly alarmed, “Y/n, what happened??! Are you alright?"

You couldn't make any coherent words as you leaned against his arm, your body trembling with sobs, your face burying against the sleeve of his kimono. He didn't say anything just took the bag off your shoulder carefully after a few moments and just let you cry, scream, and sob into his arm. What you couldn't see was the look of sheer disdain and abhorrence on Gentaro's face as he stared ahead, not at you at all, but at the apartment, at the figure that wasn't present but who's presence was felt even in it's absence.

He didn't breathe a word as he gently rubbed your arm, holding you close as he shifted onto his knees, pulling you into a comforting hug. His arms are stronger than you thought. Gentaro pulled away a little to look at your blotchy face that was definitely trying to hide in shame from his gaze, "At least you grabbed the Louis Vuitton..." He gave the tiniest hint of a smirk as he reached for the strap of your bag again, shifting to get up, hooking it over one shoulder as he reached down to help you up with an outstretched hand. "Let's get you out of this nightmare."

You never noticed how warm his hands were as you placed yours in his. He pulled you up and grabbed your coat off the hook by the door. "It's chilly and smells like snow; you'll want this." He moved in a swift fluid movement to swing the jacket over your shoulders and then moved to pull the door open all the way, motioning for you to step out ahead of him.

"What about all these?" You motion weakly to the groceries on the floor in their brown canvas sacks.

"I'm sure Dice will be home soon and know exactly what to do with them." He stepped out after you and locked up the door quickly.

You were just standing in the large hallway, waiting as Gentaro locked up, staring at the walls. Would you ever see this place again? Would you be able to face Ramuda again? Lost in thought, you didn’t even see as he walked close by you and your body started to walk beside him automatically like a ghost and just about as pale as one. You were in shock and he didn't press you to talk at all. He was always perceptive like that and just now did you really seem to notice it, even if only for a moment.

He wasn't wrong. It was getting cold outside. Your breaths both spiraling into the air as soon as you got outside. It was fairly late and already dark as you walked side by side down the sidewalk. He had noticed you shiver and walked closer, ensuring to hold your bag on the opposite side to where you were walking, trying to at least block you from the wind as much as possible as well as have nothing between the two of you on your silent venture away from where you called home.

Time and places passed you like a blur, as if you were in some kind of time warp. You just seemed to blink and there you were in front of another door. It was a door in a comfortable, more traditional apartment complex. Gentaro quickly and quietly unlocked the door and held it open for you. It was dark inside but you didn’t hesitate and stepped inside onto the genkan but not beyond it. You trusted him even if blinded by the darkness ahead. He closed the door quietly and you both slipped off your shoes. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as he gently lifted the coat off your back. Was he quiet this whole time? Were you quiet this whole time?

“Hold on a moment. I’ll get some light going.” He set your bag down nearby and you could hear him shuffling around close by. You felt something wet against your neck and for the first time realized you were shaking. He moved quickly, lighting a lantern on a nearby chabudai, the light softly flooding the room as he stood back up again and instantly moved back towards you. “God, you’re shaking! You should have said you were still too cold…” he said softly, his tone not mad at all or exasperated, but just purely worried. As soon as he got close, he pulled off his kimono, instantly sweeping it around you and wrapped you up in it. You could feel the heat off the silk as your hands moved to hold it closed, as he also did. He was standing in front of you, his deep green eyes shadowed in worry as he looked over your face, his hair falling in front of them a little. “Please come, sit down. I’ll make you some tea.” He escorted you to the cushion by the table, your legs weakly giving way as he help you ease down onto it.

He was leaning over you still as his hands let go of your arms from helping you down, a hand reaching for your cheek. His warm, soft fingers grazed against it as he pushed back your tears, smearing them away as he breathed, barely audibly, “He doesn’t deserve you…” Then cleared his throat ever so softly, as if shaking himself out of his stupor. Your eyes shifted up towards him, his face seemed so distant from you, his expressions too hard to read. His hand pulled away now as he turned to go to the kitchen and put on the water for tea. Your hand shot out from under the kimono, grabbing his hand, your head shaking.

“Don’t…. Don’t leave me.” Your voice cracked, fingers cold against his. He turned back, instantly moving to his knees beside you. You could see him more clearly, his eyes shone in the lanterns light, a soft fire inside of them, more than a mere reflection of the flames on the table. His hair was unkempt and his mouth parted to say something, almost moving closer, his expression pained like he ached to tell you something. But he remained silent. You spoke again first, your eyes tracing his features, your thoughts racing and your tongue wasn’t far behind. “You… you didn’t have to help me. I knew what I was doing… I knew… I knew he could have always done this. I felt it…. I knew what I was doing was stupid… But he…. He lied to me…. He lied to me… didn’t he?” Gentaro just stared at you, his face cracking as he listened to your panicked thoughts, his eyes welling as he leaned ever closer, shaking his head faintly as his one free hand pressed against your cheek again, this time moving into your hair just enough to sweep it away from your face.

“How… how could he do this?” He shook his head again, a mix of pain and frustration as he just stared at you and you at him. Your heartbeat was confused, suddenly racing as his eyes closed, his head moving closer to yours. You blinked yours shut, nothing happening for a moment, before you felt something warm press against your forehead. His forehead rested against yours as he shifted closer. His breath danced across your face as he breathed, “Forgive me….”

Your eyes were still closed as you breathed, “For wha-“ but he didn’t give you a chance to ask any further. A soft warmth pressed against your lips. You tensed up, but you didn’t move way. You didn’t entirely freeze either. You body and your mind felt like they were just floating. You tasted tears, you tasted a sweetness you’ve never tasted before. It wasn’t a deep kiss and his face pulled away in an instant.

“For that. For so much… I should have done before… I could have done to try…. try... to stop you from hurt.” You blinked your eyes open as you looked at him, shaking your head in now a whole new kind of shock.

“You couldn’t have stopped what he did…” You cried out a little, a sob behind your words. “You couldn’t have changed my mind….”

He looked at you, his own tears falling down his face as he gave a little laugh, looking down, “You’re terribly right.” He sighed, nodding a little, his hand falling from your face quickly and away from your hand. “And this was wrong of me to do. Now of all times… This was all wrong…” He looked back up at you, eyes full of sorrow. “Forgive me for never telling you how I felt… and for never trying.”

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HypMic at the Zoo | Buster Bros + Fling Posse

Here’s our safe-for-work assessment of our Fling Posse and Buster Bros boys we love and adore so much. SO MUCH. Okay? Okay. 💙

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Ichiro: Penguins

The Yamadas LOVE going to the zoo as a family. Despite being the oldest, he’s honestly the most excited for their annual trip because....PENGUINS! Cute, lovable, penguin families - who doesn’t love penguins? 🐧❤️

Jiro: Otters

Jiro really enjoys these mischievous critters; watching them swim from one end of their exhibit to another and then racing across the grass just to dive back in. You’d be hard pressed to get him to admit it (shy boi) but otters solidified their place in his hopeless romantic heart when he read that otter couples hold hands while they sleep so they don’t get separated.💛💚

Saburo: Sea Lions

When Saburo was younger, the sea lion show was his favorite part of visiting the zoo with his bros. Now that he’s older he says that they don’t need to see it every time they go, but Ichiro always makes it a priority and Saburo secretly loves that they carry on this tradition year after year💞

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Dice: Dingos, hyenas, raccoons

You’re probably laughing at all of the animals picked for this trash boi, but they aren’t meant to be negative. Dice finds the small packs/clans and camaraderie of these animals very relatable as he feels like he’s found his pack within Fling Posse. 🦝

Ramuda: Reptile room, mainly snakes

Our favorite Sugar Satan loves teasing and to see people squirm! What better place than the reptile exhibit filled with all kinds of creepy crawlies. He also relates to the snakes as misunderstood creatures; sometimes dangerous, sometimes harmless, and always beautiful. 🐍🦎

Gentaro: Elephants/jellyfish

Sometimes Gentaro likes to visit the zoo for inspiration when writing. He really enjoys the benches by the elephants for their gentle grace and the moon jellyfish aquarium for their mysterious, phantom-like appearance.🐘

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