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#BG personal bodyguard
touchmycoat · 2 months ago
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like, do i want to see the proud young upstart run his mouth and get accidentally triggered by the unassuming yet secretly super experienced older bodyguard, throw a fit and quit his job, come scampering back under some guise of “I’m gonna figure out your secret and expose you and then we’ll see who’s boss hahaha,” scrutinize the older man’s every action for “research,” pretend like he totally doesn’t care and is absolutely above it all (but buys the older man strawberries, ‘cause he just happened to have extras, whatever), get told he obviously has incredible amounts of faith and respect for the older man, get told the older man respects him back, obsess after the older man suddenly quitting their brand new post-merger company, risk his entire career to seek out the older man and aggressively help the older man out all while rolling his eyes and telling the older man’s son that “this is all very hard to explain okay, stfu,” yell out Shimazaki Akira’s full name in a fit of desperation when he can’t find him on the job, save the older man’s life in a deeply emotional montage of team work and eye contact, and then end the start of season 2 by breaking up with his girlfriend explicitly for the sake of following Shimazaki into a life of risk?????????
yeah. the answer is yeah, i do.
in other news the best part of season 1′s b-cast was Suganuma + Takanashi’s wlw/mlm solidarity what the fuck happened to that Suganuma hates men that was canon don’t do her like this she would never date a fucko like Takanashi fuck off
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touchmycoat · 2 months ago
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BG Personal Bodyguard
He thought about it—Shimazaki Akira getting injured. He thought about it unacceptably often.
It wasn’t out of spite. At least, not fully. Ochiai Yoshiaki was not a kind man but he also wasn’t jealous (much) or petty (not very) or spiteful (at-least-not-fully).
Here was one version of the dream: a client’s request foolishly taken, proof of back alley dealings come too late. Shimazaki Akira, with those annoyingly attentive brown eyes of his, staring down the barrel of a gun—
No, not a gun. A gun was too lethal. A knife, maybe. A crowbar. The perpetrator had been smart enough to take Shimazaki out at the knees (just a bad bruise though, nothing the man wouldn’t recover from), so Shimazaki would be there on the floor, battered and helpless, at the bad guy’s mercy.
Then Ochiai would stalk calmly in, SP intel and all his police training at his disposal. Some larger political plot would be unravelling, and Ochiai would say something like, let the civilian go, I’m a police officer, it’s me you want, and take down the perpetrator in a moment of brilliance, inspiration, insight, etc. Shimazaki would be helpless but conscious throughout the arrest, just lying there and watching until Ochiai got everything sorted away, and had time to get to him.
This was nothing but fantasy, of course, and Ochiai Yoshiaki was not a fanciful man. The unrepentantly rational momentum of his mind poked at every single spot of illogic.
One, as if Shimazaki Akira had ever been helpless. Battered, maybe. Ochiai had seen the man beaten, stabbed, dislocated—had felt, in that most zealously guarded part of his heart, hurt for all of Shimazaki’s suffering. Because innocent civilians should not suffer, that was a core tenet of Ochiai’s creed as a public servant.
But as good at bleeding as Shimazaki was, Ochiai had also seen the man go all the calmer for it, burn all the hotter for it. It was absurd. A man beaten to the ground should not have had the wherewithal to distract the perp, take control of a high-risk situation, and then disarm the perp himself, after commanding a roomful of highly trained SP officers with silent gestures alone. It was absurd that a man, with his boss newly shot and arm freshly dislocated, could chase after Ochiai—who’d just threatened him and his team—with that much calm fire in his eyes.
No, it was nothing but fantasy, to think Shimazaki Akira would ever find himself at the bad guy’s mercy, just conveniently there for Ochiai to rescue.
Fault number two: that Ochiai could saunter in at all. That he wouldn’t be on a job, that he wouldn’t have any number of priorities that didn’t even begin to resemble some pedestrian bodyguard, well-trained and with a good head, but so damn unarmed, so prone to getting hurt—
It was embarrassing, how illogical this whole fantasy was, yet how persistent it remained in Ochiai’s head.
“Ochiai-kun, something on your mind?”
It was humiliating, to be thinking of this on Mura-san’s sickbed, coming to his ex-superior like some groveling child dreading to confess his sins.
“No,” Ochiai said, keeping his tone short as he stood. “It’s a relief to see you awake, Chief Murata. If you’ll excuse me.”
“Ochiai.”
That tone wasn’t going to work on him, of course. In fact, Ochiai was already at the door.
“Ochiai—”
The door was thrown open. Who else but the devil himself could be on the other side.
“Ochiai-san,” Shimazaki greeted, after a long look of assessment from Ochiai’s head to Ochiai’s toes. He pulled on a blatantly fake smile. “Chief Murata is asking for you. Right this way.”
Ochiai wanted to grab Shimazaki by his smug little bodyguard arm and slam him into the wall with it. He wanted— He wanted—
“Ah, Shimazaki-kun,” Mura-san said, smiling, “we were just talking about you.”
“Oh?” Shimazaki snorted as he crowded Ochiai back inside, shutting the door resolutely behind him. The look he shot Ochiai was both amused, and utterly lacking in expectation. Like he had Ochiai all figured out. “All good things, I bet.”
It made Ochiai want to do something crazy. It made Ochiai want to subvert everything Shimazaki thought he knew about him. It made Ochiai want unbecoming things.
Minister Tachihara accused him of jealousy.
Shimazaki himself accused him of pettiness.
It made Ochiai want—
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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Ah, what a good ending.  I really love this drama, love the characters, it’s just good.  A definite 10/10 in my book.  But then again, I like a lot of dramas so...
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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I love how when everyone decides to follow Akira, Takanashi’s like “Nope, I’m not gonna do it, hell no” and then five seconds later he’s like “God fucking damn it, I hate you all” and decides to join.  Love him
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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I love Sawaguchi quickly turning away like “Oh my god, I don’t wanna see this.  I don’t wanna be here”
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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Something feels sus here
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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You say you won’t help him...but you always do in the end
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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So everyone doesn’t like President Ryu?  Interesting
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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Someone’s gonna lose their shit and it’s not going to be pretty
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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Somebody’s got some explaining to do
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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Lol, Akira’s like “Fam, maybe not now with the proposal?  Bad timing”
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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Why do you keep following him?!  What do you want?!
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
Conversation
President Ryu: Don't talk to Takanashi & Akira
Omata: Don't talk to Takanashi & Aikra
Suganuma: Don't talk/help Takanashi & Aikra
Sawaguchi: *does the exact opposite*
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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She’s so much younger than you, you fucking creep!
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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Lol, I love Sawaguchi’s face.  He’s like...”this is sus”
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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I love how anytime someone insults Takanashi, Akira has to step in because he knows Aikra will go batshit and attack
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the-sassiest-trixster · 6 months ago
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I love him.  I love Kojiro.  I love him
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