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lovehotelreservation · 1 year

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Oral Fixation

Summary: With no more cigarettes to burn through all the bubbling frustrations caused by his newfound living situation with Denji, Aki is left hungering for any kind of stress relief he could get his hands (and lips) on.

Of all times for you to have a late night with him at the office.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Aki

MAPPA 2 POWERFUL WITH THE WAY THEY MAKE AKI SO BREATHTAKING EVEN THO THIS MF DRESSIN LIKE THE WARPED TOUR MET GALA WITH THAT SUIT + CONVERSE COMBO 😭😭

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Flicker.

It was the continuous fiddling of Aki’s thumb on his lighter, his fingers twitching ever so as they gripped the thin metal.

This past week was a stressful one.

The usual tediousness and difficulties of missions aside, his prolonged time dealing with having Denji as a roommate was hell in itself. House supplies spent with little regard, lightswitches forgotten to be turned off, hot bathwater made scarce, and more–it was no wonder that he was burning cigarette packs at a record rate.

Up until now, however.

Right when he needed nicotine most, he found himself not having so much as specks of tobacco to feebly roll up with a post-it note to have something to work with, especially at this current moment as he was trying to find the will to concentrate and fill out his weekly report.

His screen was blank, his cigarette pack was empty, but his head was full of all the inane madness that Denji put him through.

Tap.

It was the tap of your keyboard as you sat on the other side of the office, your fingers near melodically typing away.

This past week was a stressful one for your senpai, what with the gleams of grumbled irritation and sighed resignation regarding his living situation with Denji whenever you had a chance to speak with him.

You respected Aki–cherished him, longed for him even.

If staying well past the end of the work day to help him fulfill his report would help soothe his ever increasing tension, then so be it.

Though, you couldn’t help but shiver slightly from the office cooling system.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Hayakawa-senpai?”

It was the sweet chime of your voice as Aki whipped his head to the side, his shoulders stiffening slightly all while he gripped his lighter a little tighter.

For every dried dollop of jam and butter on the dining table that was left to sit, he could smoke.

For every foiled carefully planned strategy that was forgone in favor of bursting straight towards a devil’s line of sight, he could smoke.

But now, here he was, full of boiling frustration but unable to unwind, unable to smoke.

The darling call of his name from your lips startled him, surely.

However, the sight of you put him at ease.

Up until his eyes suddenly fell right down to your chest, noticing two distinct protrusions through your work dress shirt.

Snap.

It was the sound of his self-control coming undone.

Though he wouldn’t come to the realization until later, of course it was only natural that your nipples would get hard while the air conditioner was still running at full blast.

For him however, as his mouth ached to have something that would fulfill the need of his hungry lips latching onto anything, he saw a solution.

A heavensent one borne from hellish intentions.

His lighter fell to the floor as his fingers twitched once more again.

A composure usually carried so cool and disciplined found itself cracking with the strain of long repression.

Not even narrowing down to just his grievances towards Denji–rather, a desire that had lingered and lurked within the depths of his heart, one that he know could only ever be appeased by you alone.

And with the question you since posed to him, he finally had an answer, one as selfish and indulgent as could be.

He parted his lips to speak, his mouth parched for relief.

“There’s one thing–sorry.”

It was a sentence he could barely get out before he practically lunged at you, face first right into your chest.

He caught the startled squeak of his name just before the pops of buttons and tugged tears of fabric followed right after.

One arm slung around your waist, one hand cupped your breast, a pair of lips circled around your stiff nipple.

As soon as he could feel the hardened peak within his mouth while his face got to press further against the warm plush skin of your chest, he groaned deeply with relief as he proceeded on with fulfilling his hunger.

Denji from this past week and beyond back were nowhere to be found in his thoughts.

Just you and this moment–your graciousness to assist him at your own time, your kind regards as you checked in on him periodically, your comforting presence from just merely being in the same room as him from this moment to beyond back when you both first met.

This was far from how he wished to properly approach you with the earnest request to be the one who gets to stay by your side, but as he felt you arch against his suckling lips while your hands stroked the back of his head as gentle encouragement for him to continue onwards, he already made notes to start taking you out to all of those restaurants he wanted to try with you.

For now, he would focus further on kissing and fondling your breasts, suckling upon and circling his tongue around your nipples, all while he was already fantasizing how delightful it’d be to one way drink milk from your chest.

“Do you feel better?”

It was the breathy question you posed to him as your hands cupped his cheeks.

The two of you matched with the warmth on both of your respective faces, you from his continuous suckles, him for just how much he couldn’t refrain from tasting you.

You were smiling as you admired the crimson tint on his skin. He was nuzzling further into your touch while his eyes lingered on every kiss mark and bite he left on your skin.

His mind didn’t ponder much too long.

Not while the tight embrace of his arms around your body and the kiss that followed said it all.

#aki hayakawa x reader #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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softeninglooks · 1 year

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hey, do you like running? | Run with the Wind

Sports anime is one of my favourite genres, so I could not finish the Run with the Wind anime and not make a blog entry about how special and heart-warming it was! Since I couldn’t stop missing Haikyuu!, it felt so great to find another inspiring story and watch new characters embark on their very own journey <3

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Plot

Rwtw is about a group of university students who begin to train in order to participate in the Hakone Ekiden, a famous university race between Tokyo and Hakone held in January. To enter the race, the twenty competing teams must have either 1) been among the top 10 teams in the previous Hakone Ekiden, 2) had good team results in a qualifier preceding the actual Hakone Ekiden.

At the core of the plot of rwtw lies the fact that most of the members of the team did not actually want to run in the Hakone Ekiden, but were tricked to do so by Haiji, one of the main protagonists, who had them sign a lease agreement in which they - unknowingly - agreed to be part of the track field team of Kansei University when they moved into the house in which Haiji lives. Haiji is the heart and soul of the anime, he is the one who tricked everyone into joining the team, designed their training schedule, cooked their meals, and acted as a mentor and reliable figure for his friends and team-mates. He also recruited the other main protagonist, Kakeru Kurahara, who is a first-year with impressive running abilities but a reserved and rather cold and short-tempered personality.

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Characters

We also progressively get to discover the rest of the team - the energetic twins, Jota and Joji; the kind and reliable good student, Shindo; the caring and hard-working exchange-student, Musa; the nonathletic manga-enjoyer, Prince; the calculating and at first very reluctant to join the team law student, Yuki; the nicotine-addict who wants to do better, Nico-senpai; the trivia fan, King. Some of them take longer to warm up to running than others, but their personal growth is so empowering to witness, especially since it’s really easy to relate to the characters and their struggles! It’s also really refreshing to watch university and not high school students, which makes them all the more relatable for an older audience. It’s also really heart-warming to see how all of them went from room-mates to team-mates and then real friends, especially since some of the characters’ bonds became even tighter throughout the journey.

Like for many sports anime, friendship is at the heart of rwtw, which is why it’s so easy to get invested in the story because we come to feel as though these characters have become our friends too! Just like Hana, the high school student who helps them out, we root for them from the sidelines - I found myself smiling and cheering for them so many times as the series progressed. And friendship doesn’t stop past the track field either, there are so many great scenes of bonding and camaraderie throughout the anime, be it during training or a heartfelt conversation between the characters. In that respect, Prince and Kakeru’s friendship is one of my absolute favourite in the series, episode 10 being the turning point for me - from then on, I was really invested in the story and could not wait to keep watching <3

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The meaning of running

Throughout the series, the characters often ask themselves what it means to run - even, and mostly, Haiji, who is the one who started all this, and whose passion for running keeps chasing after the unanswered question of what it truly means to run. After spending so much time training and working hard, the question of “what is it all for?” inevitably arises, especially since the team truly started from scratch and each character put a lot of effort into improving. Pursuing goals and not knowing exactly where you’re going, questioning winning and speed, assessing your abilities, finding motivation, are all tackled from the different perspectives of all the characters, be it from central characters such as Kakeru or Haiji, or at first glance secondary characters like Nico-chan or King. And although most of these questions remain without a definite and verbalised answer, watching all of these characters grow and overcome their own struggles has us get to the bottom of what it means to run. Running is not about winning or being the fastest, nor is it about getting first place or breaking records. Running is about the team-mates who are waiting for you at the finish line, it’s about setting goals for yourself and doing your best to achieve them, it’s about recognizing your weakness and still pushing forward, it’s about friends helping each other out.

Run with the Wind has us understand the meaning of running when we look at the outstanding personal growth of the characters and everything they achieved together. Although in the Hakone Ekiden each character runs their section separately, they are never really alone - we always see the rest of the team encouraging their running friend and doing their best to carry on their effort in the next section. Rwtw is all about bonding and team-spirit, which is why it so profundly captures the essence of sports. (/!\ SPOILER ALERT) To use King’s words, Haiji’s dream became their dream, and as Kakeru so simply and powerfully says - “the answer is you”.

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Kakeru (/!\ SPOILER ALERT)

And finally, I wanted to dedicate a section to Kakeru, who became so dear to me. I expected Kakeru to resemble Kageyama from Haikyuu! - which he did, and I loved it <3 I have nothing against character tropes because I think that what matters most is how these tropes evolve into a character that feels authentic as we follow them on their journey, and this is exactly what happened with Kakeru. He went from cold and reluctant to run with this team to such a supportive friend, and seeing him open up more and let go of the past was so moving.

Kakeru is not a relatable character in the sense that he struggles particularly hard to achieve his goals - when we meet him, he already is a fast runner and undoubtedly the team’s strongest member. However, Kakeru has his very own character development centered around letting go of past mistakes and embracing the future. Not only does Kakeru grow to believe in the goal that Haiji set for them, but his mentality changes completely. He starts to pay attention to his team-mates, he helps them improve and becomes not only a model for them, but a real friend. Among them, Kakeru is accepted for who he truly is, without judgment, and he is sincerely believed in. Kakeru smiling more and showing more emotion by the second half of the story was so lovely to witness and he became so endearing as the story progressed. Haiji passing the sash to him is peak symbolism - Kakeru played his part in keeping their dream alive <3

‏‏‎ ‎In the end, rwtw reminded me of hq by the depth of the bonds between the characters, the attention to their growth, and the questions it puts forward. Although we can only lament that the 23 episodes of the series don’t leave as much room as in hq to explore the characters’ pasts and motivation, the time we spend alongside them has us truly grow attached to them and invested in their journey.

“The mountains of Ekiden are? The steepest in the world!”

#run with the wind #kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #kazetsuyo #run with the wind analysis #rwtw #anime recs #anime recommendations #my posts #kakeru kurahara

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misspines · 1 year

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Yes Yes. He Akimeno is a good shipp... as long as you don't think about the psychological implications behind Himeno's feelings

But he waits! Put that chair down first, okay? Before you throw anything at me, let me explain what I mean

First of all, let me clarify that I myself support this ship. In fact, the reason why I'm in the fandom is because of that image of them together in the opening theme of the anime. So, I'm not saying this because I'm a hater or something!

Ok, let's start with the thesis:

Himeno is a very eloquent and likeable character within csm. He has a very attractive personality and I'm pretty sure it's hard to feel uncomfortable around him. I dare even say that he may be comic relief for the show.

She is properly introduced in chapter 14 of the manga (5 of the anime?) and we can get to know her more thoroughly. She is presented as a relaxed and confident person who seems not to take work very seriously. Although —I insist— this last impression may be due to an attempt to relax the tense atmosphere, because let's remember that in this mission Aki and she are in charge of the rookies

A proof of my point, before you enter the hotel:

When they find they can't get out of the eighth floor:

From the moment they realize that they are trapped on the eighth floor, we see how Arai and Kobeni begin to break little by little. Kobeni with a little more strength xd. Even Aki is a bit stressed by the situation. But not Himeno. She maintains the same cool and calm personality with which she entered the building, almost as if the situation doesn't faze her at all

With the flashback of how she introduces Aki to nicotine and then the cigarette that they share in the present, you can see some chemistry there. "These two are cute", you even think

But we can question this cuteness from this moment on:

Let's see. Aki and Himeno are the superiors here, however, Himeno is Aki's superior. Even though they both have novices in charge of her, Aki still calls her "senpai", which means there's still a difference in rank there. But despite this, Himeno seems to easily accept Aki's wishes. I mean, they don't even debate what to do. Come on, Himeno didn't have any affection for Denji, because she doesn't hesitate to ask him to eat later. It may be that in her work dynamics Aki is the mastermind of the operation, but I personally question this scene because, the most logical thing would be to sacrifice one to save several, right?

Despite all the commotion they are going through, Himeno remains undeterred. It's not until here she mentions using her sword that she seems to react:

It's not a reaction you'd call "desperate." But it is immediate. Aki hasn't even finished processing the thought when she's already refusing, preferring to sacrifice Denji (when she previously didn't want to, going against Aki's wishes) than sacrifice Aki; even when the sword seems to be the only solution they have

And with this, Himeno's sanity seems to start to take a nosedive. In something slow and almost imperceptible until it happens. I didn't notice it myself until after reading and watching the anime episode several times. When Kobeni hurts Aki, she has finally reached breaking point:

The calm personality is gone. There are no jokes anymore, there don't even seem to be clear thoughts anymore. All there is is a scared and fearful girl to be reliving trauma so directly and life. Personally, Himeno's fall in this arc is one of my favorite parts

However. I was speaking at the beginning of this incredibly long testament of the possible psychological implications behind Himeno's feelings. What do I mean by this? Himeno seems to have an attachment/dependency towards Aki. It's like Himeno is a red roof and Aki is the plug in the leak. Himeno has lost many companions, he has seen many of the rookies in her charge die. But Aki seems to be the exception to that. Aki is the only one who has survived long enough to get to train her own fledglings. Thus, having Aki alive seems to have become some kind of sick need in response to her earlier trauma. It doesn't sound quite cute anymore after reading the last part, does it?

But anyway, this does not mean that this is a bad ship (as I said before, I am here thanks to them). Nor that you stop shipping them or think differently. In fact, with this weird theory I've put together in my head, I like them better. Feels almost Shakespearean, don't deny it

#chainsaw man #It's just me thinking too much again #a bible nobody asked for #you can't deny I have a point in this #if someone really reads this to the e #akimeno #aki #himeno #aki x himeno #aki hayakawa #csm himeno #himeno chainsaw man #chainsaw man shipping

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dulcetscen · 4 years

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Can I request headcanons of bf!Nico chan senpai please? Both fluffy sfw and nsfw (his kinks lmao)? Thank you!!!!

I… can’t believe that I haven’t written any kink headcanons for Nico-senpai. It’s a crime, a genuine criminal action.

I know it’s been a long time done this was sent in but I hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting. 🤍

Nothing too steamy but NSFW will be under the cut.

At first glance, Akihiro seems to be too lazy and aloof to care for a relationship. But contrary to how he approaches most things in his life, he views whoever he’s in a relationship with as if they were actual royalty

At the drop of a dime, he would do anything for them (within reason of course)

He’s given up on something he loved in the past already, and knew how big of a mistake that was, so when he feels that he’s genuinely in love with someone, there’s nothing that could make him give up on them

His laziness seeps in one way or another, especially when he insists that a night in is much better than going out (and as his s/o, you’d often agree)

He’s secretly overly protective of his partner, and always has some form of a watchful eye on them

Rarely does he get jealous but when he does, it’s so obvious. He’s the King of the cold shoulder, but tends to falter in his determination to use it when it comes to his s/o

“Aki~ you’re not mad at me again, are you?”

He couldn’t resist the poutful look in your eyes or the way you puffed your bottom lip out at him. How could he stay mad at you?

“Not anymore, I guess,” he’d mumble, admitting defeat.

Akihiro is the type to allow himself to get dragged around if his s/o insisted, of course complaining a bit along the way

Ultimately he cares the most about his s/o’s happiness, even if it meant that he exerts a little more energy than he’d like

(NSFW)

When it comes to being intimate, Akihiro is a slow lover, possibly due to his laid back personality or the fact that he loves watching his s/o writhe under his touch and attention

There’s nothing else that he loves more than slowly working along his s/o’s skin, his fingertips barely ghosting along it and watching as goosebumps form in his trails

Slow, touchy make outs are his favorite. Cuddled against each other in his bed or the couch, his hands dancing their way across his s/o’s skin, it being so easy to tease and rile them up, it’s what he imagines late at night, and often when he goes long times without seeing them

“Stop teasing, Akihiro.”

He’d chuckle, nibbling on your lower lip lightly as his hands continue to trail along your thighs, teasingly ghosting along the inner part before trailing back up your stomach.

“I missed you,” he whispered against your lips, one of his hands coming to cup your cheek. “Let me just hold you for a bit, okay?”

A slow build up and a fast unravel is his specialty, and he loves working his magic on his s/o

Ultimately, he always makes sure his s/o is pleased but not until he gets his fill of them first

#akihiro hirata #hirata akihiro #akihiro x reader #hirata x reader #hirata akihiro x reader #nico chan senpai #nicotine senpai #nico chan senpai x reader #lemony scenario #Lemony headcanons #🍋#dulcet.atnite

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sheyul · 5 years

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Me watching Yuki & Nico-chan senpai in today’s episode:

#kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #kazetsuyo #run with the wind #episode 21 #no joke but... yuki almost made me cry #i love him #i love nicotine senpai too #i love this series #T__________T

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shanunoons · 5 years

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Noice

#im so proud of nicotine senpai #nico chan senpai #kaze ga tsuyoku #kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #run with the wind

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lorddistancebarry · 3 years

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Forest In Chains- Prologue

Garcello sits in the changing room. Or rather, a large, dingy stall in the men's bathroom as he changes out of his street clothes, into his cargo pants and black and green wife-beater his set up for when hes in wrestler alias, Forest. A titan in the ring. Undefeated for several months after a harsh losing streak in the beginning of these bouts in illegal fighting, it doesn't fill him with confidence. Anxiety still flares across his nerves.The beat up, steel-toed boots had survived for this long, the sensation of his toes rubbing against the steel cup.. bending it really from the girth of his thick heavy feet. His knees knock, he looks to his scars on his hands. The chipped, short nails and the watch on his wrist. The only expensive thing on his person really outside of his wallet.

A slow inhale of the air as he touches his chest feeling along the tattoos.

"I do it for them.. I win. I get paid. Pay the bills." He reminds himself as he takes off his hat and starts to fold his clothes.

"Adrenaline will speed up the next growth spurt. Hopefully that little smug kid got the next batch ready for me.." he presses a button on his watch.

"Anello, call Seamus." He commands into the watch.

"Seamus is not found in your contacts list." The watch responds and Garcello winces he hates saying that word. But.. the shade-hacker made the watch of course he would have coded it this way. Despite cringing internally, Garcello whispers hoping to not be heard.

"Anello. Call AdminSenpai."

"Calling, AdminSenpai." The watch responds and starts dialing.

Senpai picks up after 2 rings.

"Ah, Mr. Baggs." The shade-hacker chuckles,"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"My fights goin’ up in 20 mins, you got my stuff ready? We talked about this a week ago." Garcello sighs exasperated.

"Oh dont worry, I was making sure the suppressant doesn't react violently to the nicotine in your system. Or... him . You know.. that other part of your brains functions that nobody wants frolicking free." Senpai noted,"You still owe me money, Baggs."

"I know. I know. I'm gonna win it tonight." He huffs,"Just give me the serum, Seamus."

A long, 5 inch vial of purplish and green liquid swirl in glowing neon as the vial appears from digital fractals of Senpai's techno-magic interfacing with reality. Garcello drinks the viscous oily liquid like the many times before. Pain flares from his insides in familiarity before the nicotine and painkillers double team and muffle the sensation across every heaping muscle and square inch of flesh and bone.

"Aahgh... fuck."

"If it hurts. The serum is stopping the growth." Senpai reminds.

"I know. But.. when's the next one gonna be ready?" He asked.

"Next month." The technomage answers

"Next.. month?!" Garcello grimaces in terror as his body stiffens, "The red moon is next month.. you know I need nearly triple doses to keep Theo's lackeys off my back when they do fuckin searches."

"True.. but you wouldn't need triple doses if you didn't cheat on your diet." Senpai snaps," Isn't the cigarettes enough?"

"Most of the time but.." Garcello starts but trails off, hes not going the mention the hunger pangs and episodes of pain.

"Then it's a lack of restraint on your part." The technomage points out,"You and I both know the components for the serum that keeps you human fail if you keep gorging yourself on McDonalds."

Garcello sighs exasperated he rubs the back of his neck with a hand, "Yeah.. but it's the only stuff cheap enough to fill me up.. otherwise I'm starvin. And the other guy wants out when I'm like that. You. Know. My. Priorities."

"Well. You better decide which ones are more important." Senpai sneers,"Staying human or feeding your bottomless pit called a stomach."

Garcello was rendered quiet, the brat was right. Seamus has no idea how right he was.

“The other doses are at the drop zone. You know what to do. I'll be waiting for your lovely deposit." Senpai stated finally before hanging up. Garcello watched his watch revert back to its home screen before he sits on the toilet and rests his eyes.

In the darkness of his closed perception visually, he centers his thoughts.

'I'm fighting Tabi. After Tabi. It's Agoti, After Agoti is Ruvzuvat.. After I survive this bracket.. its Fairest..'

Crush Fairest.

The primal voice, a bestial echo of his own enunciated in his mind. The jarring growl makes his blood freeze, he knew it was nothing but malice and hate. His own hate. Garcello could never pin why he hated that man. The concept was entirely without logic and more instinctual. When he had asked Softie when he came back with Pico at the Commune House. The child never answered. And last Christmas at Twelve Notes Mall.. it was clearer by a bit that something was wrong between the kid and his father.. and it was Felix Fairest's fault.

“Yeah.. " he says verbally, re-steadying his nerves,"Just gonna get answers.. no big "

Confirm. Then crush.

This is as the music starts to play. The beat starts to ramp up as Popular Monster by Falling in Reverse starts to blare through the walls. The lyrics, how it starts.. the drone against the beat. Hits his attention with how hard it speaks to reality of his situation. The bestial echo makes his muscles pound against the reinforced restraints with the strength of a titan...

But Garcello is riding the car, a simple A to B. It will not change. God willing.

Garcello opens his eyes as he gets up from sitting on the toilet seat and starts to move to head towards the stage. Towards the roaring crowd, towards an impatient Tabi... and into a vicious left hook the moment the larger male enters into the caged ring. That cuts his cheek and throws his head back as the half-giant is getting barraged by just sheer ferocity of the reaper’s literally cutting fists. Until Garcello grabs Tabi’s head and slams it snout first into his knee with an audible 'CRACK'!

"SEE THE TREES! SEE THE TREES! REAP THE WEAK! REAP THE WEAK!"

The crowd cheers as the titan and the raging reaper fight in a furious, bloody bout of savagery. It gets interrupted only once, as Tabi does a haymaker into Garcello's face with a harsh crack with such force it shoves them both apart. The titan teeters, reeling from the blow as the crowd goes wild. He almost falls over from the strike.

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

And for a moment, Garcello's greenish golden eyes.. turn a ruby red and blaze like fire with the crimson glow of blood.

”My suspicions.. are correct. You aren't just a big human.” Tabi spits, a piece of bone from his front tooth he spits out.

“You’re a reaper. Don’t give me that shit.” Garcello simmers, baring his teeth as they sharpen while his steaming blood rolls down the front of his face and down his chest,”Shut up, get crushed.”

He raises up both his arms and slams down onto Tabi hard. Garcello’s sight blurs and everything starts to fade into a red, hazy fog. The cheering melts into the pounding rush of his raging blood in his veins.

Provide for the Herd.. no puny prey in my way... Nothing will stop me.

=End Prologue=

#friday night funkin #garcello fanart #let-love-run-red #fantasy #scifi

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thefinalcinderella · 4 years

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Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru Chapter 3 - Practice Begins (Part 3)

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. Rikiishi is a character from the manga Ashita no Joe who is known for his extreme weight loss training.

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Inside his room, Nico-chan was in agony. His software development, which he took on as a part-time job, was going slowly and barely progressing. His body was at peak tiredness from training, but the delivery date was approaching; Nico-chan covered his tuition and living expenses by himself, so he couldn’t afford to neglect his job just because he was tired.

While he was struggling at his computer, there was a knock on his door. Is King coming to borrow my computer again when I’m so damned busy? Nico-chan was a bit irritated, but then thought that a change of pace was needed and responded, “Come in.”

The ones who opened the door and poked their heads through were the twins and Prince. “Whoa!” Jouji exclaimed as soon as he looked around the door. “To think that Senpai’s room isn’t white with smoke.”

“You really did quit smoking,” Jouta said, breathing in the clean air.

“And thanks to that, I’m not getting anywhere with my work.” Moaning, Nico-chan completed another wire doll that was about as long as his finger. Every time he wanted to smoke a cigarette, he distracted himself by playing with his hands, and now there were many small wire dolls scattered across the tatami mats.

“Scary, it looks like your room’s filled with curses.” Prince moved the dolls aside and sat down. “Could I borrow your computer for a little bit?”

“If you finish quickly, then I don’t mind. What’s it for?”

“Prince-san wants to buy a treadmill from an online auction,” Jouta answered. Prince was already absorbed in opening the site he was looking for.

“Why?”

Nico-chan realized he was unconsciously searching for a cigarette and started fiddling with wires again.

“I just thought it would be nice if I could run in my room while reading manga…Hey, Nico-chan-senpai, what’s this!” Prince shouted. He had noticed an object next to the mouse.

“What do you mean, they’re cigarettes.”

The cigarette box was wrapped in wires. Prince wiped at the corners of his eyes, which had gotten hot.

“Rikiishi! You’re Rikiishi, Nico-chan-senpai!”*

Unfortunately, none of them had read Ashita no Joe, so no one responded to Prince’s utterance.

“You really are serious about it, Nico-chan-senpai.”

With Prince’s moist eyes staring at him, Nico-chan winced.

“You guys are serious too, aren’t you? You’re even buying a treadmill.”

“We don’t really have a choice—Haiji-san’s serious about it.” Jouji sighed as he inspected the wire dolls one by one. Jouta nodded as well.

“We like living in Aotake, and we like Haiji-san too. If he says we’re aiming for Hakone, then we have to do the best we can.”

It’s good to have noble underclassmen, huh, Haiji, Nico-chan told him in his mind.

“But I wonder why the Hakone Ekiden.” Prince stopped moving the mouse and tilted his head. “If it’s just running, I’m sure he could run as much as he likes by himself, even without bothering to drag someone like me into this.”

“It’s ‘cause you can’t tie the sash by yourself.”

I want a cigarette, Nico-chan fervently thought.

“We know Kakeru and Haiji-san are fast,” Jouta said, “but why doesn’t he gather members who are faster than us from somewhere else?”

“I guess that since there are ten residents at Aotake, he figured that would be fine.”

Listening to Nico-chan’s answer, Prince was sullen as he moved the mouse. “I don’t want him to just settle.”

“Well, we don’t know Haiji-san’s true intentions,” Jouji said brightly and easily. “I’m having a lot of fun running.”

Jouta and Jouji began to massage each other’s lower backs and legs.

“Me too.”

Nico-chan laughed as he rubbed Prince’s shoulders, who was facing the computer. Ever since Kakeru came to Chikusei-sou, he somehow knew; it was precisely because he used to do track that he knew that what Kiyose had been waiting for had arrived.

Kakeru, who seemed to have been born to run, and Kiyose, who knew the pain of not being able to run despite wanting to. With their bottomless passion for running, those two would surely influence each other and ascend to heights that would be impossible for most people to even catch a glimpse of.

The other residents of Chikusei-sou had to help them do that. How much will we evolve before the qualifiers in half a year? Regardless of whether or not we’ll be able to participate in the Hakone Ekiden, Kakeru and Haiji will change a lot from now on. Nico-chan firmly gripped the hand that was about to reach for a cigarette.

Someone knocked on his door once again. This time it was Shindou who appeared.

“Prince, I finally found you.”

“What for? If it’s the quiz tournament, please tell King-san I can’t join right now.”

“King-san and Musa were tired, so they went to sleep,” Shindou sat on his heels in a corner of Nico-chan’s room with his usual unhurried movements. “You said you wanted a treadmill, right? I called back home earlier, and they said we have one in our shed. It’ll still work, so I can have it sent over if you need it, but what do you think?”

“Yes, please!”

Prince immediately closed the auction site.

“Why do you have a treadmill?” Jouji asked.

“In rural homes, massage chairs and treadmills and power towers are usually just lying around gathering dust,” Shindou answered.

Nico-chan thought, Liar. I don’t have stuff like that at my house, but the twins wholeheartedly exclaimed “That’s incredible!” and “Your house is so big!”

Prince said, “Please send it by cash on delivery immediately. We’re up early tomorrow too, so I’m going to bed.” Then he immediately left the room. As usual, there was a slight lack of cooperativeness.

Even though they came to Nico-chan’s room with Prince, the twins, who were left behind, didn’t seem offended. They stopped their scrupulously massaging hands.

“We’re going back too.”

“Good niiiight.”

Just as they opened the door, Yuki stormed out of the room across from them.

“You guys have been too loud for too long now. I can’t sleep,” he told them off.

“Don’t get so pissy just because you’ve been banned from clubbing.” Nico-chan lightly took it in his stride.

“You’re one to talk—you’re the one suffering from nicotine withdrawal.”

“Now, now, we have to get up at six for morning training again tomorrow. Let’s not fight so much,” mild-mannered Shindou intervened. “By the way, Nico-chan-senpai, can I take these wire art works?”

“Sure, but why?”

“I just had an idea.”

Shindou took a handful of wire dolls and put them in his jersey pocket, and the residents on the second floor went upstairs. After the sounds of footsteps and doors closing were gone, silence returned to Chikusei-sou.

“Are you really going to cooperate with Haiji?” Standing at the door, Yuki spoke to Nico-chan in a low voice.

“What’s so wrong with that? You’re just as motivated.”

“I’m fine with it. I’m getting my credits, and I passed the bar. But you—if you don’t advance properly, you’ll have no more chances.”

Nico-chan had been making detours since before and after university. During that time, thanks to the fact that he dabbled in most of the things he was interested in, he had many ways to make money. Even if he couldn’t graduate from university, even if he couldn’t find a job with a company, it was fully possible for him to live by himself. However, he understood what Yuki was worried about.

“Thanks,” he said. Seeming embarrassed, Yuki shrugged slightly.

“Hey, Yuki,” Nico-chan called out to him, who had turned his back and was about to return to his room. “Let’s make this a good year.”

This final year that we’ll be spending together at Chikusei-sou.

Yuki silently disappeared beyond the door, and Nico-chan once again glared at his computer screen while feeling an intense craving for a cigarette.

As expected, he didn’t make any progress in his software development and only aimlessly produced wire dolls.

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#Kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #kazetsuyo #kazetsuyo translations #run with the wind

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crescentmoonrider · 4 years

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#run with the wind #kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #iwakura yukihiko #hirata akihiro #kiyose haiji #sakaguchi youhei #Ballpoint pen #yumi's art #theres a lot of kazetsuyo in the stuff i scanned so im going to be posting some of these from now on #anyway enjoy the birth of a lifelong nickname

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Okay so for a request, how about some Inuyasha teaching Kagome to dance or something along those lines (training for whatever reason)? I don't have a precise setting in mind just like... some tension would be nice to read about :p

YOU GOT IT!

Inuyasha leaned against the wall of the concrete balcony, scanning the busy streets below. The wind was blowing his hair like crazy, as high up as he was, and he found himself wishing he’d remembered to tie it back before lighting his smoke.

That would be a great one to explain to Sesshomaru later. “Oh, sorry, big bro, I singed off some of my hair because I decided I needed some nicotine and I forgot about the outside elements.” He snorted humorlessly and took another drag, batting his hair out of the way again.

The heavy door burst open, and Inuyasha nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around. “What the hell - “

Oh, no.

The one person he’d been avoiding as much as possible. And somehow, she’d known just where he was so she could keep tormenting him with that face and that friendly manner of hers.

“Ugh,” Kagome groaned, trudging outward toward the railing and heaving herself against it. “Dance practice is no joke. Miroku wasn’t kidding, was he?”

Her black hair was up in a high bun, and she wore a sports bra and athletic shorts that were just a tad too high up on her legs for Inuyasha’s liking. It was distracting, and confusing, and it reminded him of where he’d been just a year ago and he hated that.

“Sweetie.” Large eyes, brown instead of blue but the exact same shape, blinking back tears. “He knows.”

With a growl of frustration, Inuyasha immediately extinguished his smoke and turned on his heel to leave. Out the door, down the stairs, away from this walking reminder of his own heartbreak and self-destruction…

And then he heard a hand slam down on the iron railing, loud enough to echo, and he winced and stopped still.

“Have I done something to offend you, exactly?” She stood there, arms folded across her chest, glaring at him. “Every time I try to be friendly, you just blow me off. I know you’re my senpai here and I’m supposed to show you respect, but you’re making it hard when you act like an absolute jackoff.”

There was a thin sheen of sweat over her skin, and it caught the setting sun and made her almost glow. He frowned at the image, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You haven’t done anything,” he muttered noncommittally over his shoulder, avoiding the blue of those eyes. “I just don’t feel very social, is all. Nothing to do with you.”

“Bullshit.” Her hands went to her hips, and she stood there, mouth in a thin line. “You at least say hello to everyone else, even if they have to say it first. Is it because I look like her? Kikyo?”

Inuyasha very nearly winced, but stopped himself at the last millisecond. “No,” he said far too quickly.

The look in her eyes probably would have been victorious if she weren’t so clearly pissed off. She strode up to him, standing not a foot away and staring up at his greater height with such conviction that he was feeling almost intimidated. By this five-foot-nothing little slip of a thing.

“I already know the whole story,” she declared, staring him straight in the eyes. “And I’m sorry that happened to you, I really am. But I. Am. Not. Kikyo.”

His defense was what it always was - deflection. “Hmph,” he said, sneering down at her, “That’s pretty obvious. Kikyo was - is - a goddess. You, on the other hand - “

“Kagome,” she supplied, seemingly undeterred by his attempts to insult her, just keeping her gaze up at him even and expectant, with her mouth turned down in a stubborn frown, “Say it. It won’t hurt to just say my name. Maybe it’ll help you. Ka-go-me. It’s easy.”

Inuyasha scoffed, backing away a half step. “I don’t have time for this,” he muttered, readying to turn back around and escape once and for all.

She raised an eyebrow and sniffed. “Shame,” she said calmly, “I thought you were someone to be respected. Guess all those terrible newspapers were right about you after all.”

“I thought you couldn’t read kanji,” he accused.

Kagome’s mouth spread in a delighted smile, and Inuyasha, too late, realized his mistake. “You remembered that,” she remarked, looking utterly triumphant. “Well, I’m learning kanji, and I can get the gist of a front-page article with photos, you know.”

He was unable to come up with any sort of response, and so he just settled for glaring at her.

“I’m just saying, I get it,” Kagome said, and her tone was friendly, easygoing, “You’re reluctant to get to know me because I look so much like the apparent queen of Jpop, who happens to be your ex-girlfriend, fiancee, whatever. Fair. I guess if the same happened to me I’d be a little weirded out too. But I would at least try.” Huh. Her eyes are even prettier when she smiles. “Can you do that for me? Just say hello back. Start small.”

“Hmph,” he said, looking away, “You should get back to your dance practice.”

“Nah,” she said, and suddenly she was five steps away from him and leaning out over the railing again, scanning the view with a soft smile on her face, “They called a break for an hour. Rin needs some extra help, and she was clearly starting to get embarrassed.”

“From what I see,” he said nastily, “Sango’s the only one who doesn’t need serious help dancing.”

Once again, she didn’t rise to the bait, just laughed and shrugged. “I’ve at least done some choreography in my life. I guess that makes it a bit easier. Not much, though, you’re right. This is a whole new world for me.”

As if remembering something, she suddenly flung her left leg onto the railing, and for half a second he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing and spurred her into suicide OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE, but then she just left her foot atop the rail and sunk her other leg into a deep stretch.

She is pretty flexible. I guess she’s not exactly starting from zero here - No. That train of thought was going into some awkward places, especially since his eyes were currently scanning the curves of the muscles on her outstretched thigh.

“I forgot,” she remarked over her shoulder, “I came up here to get some fresh air. And to stretch. I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow!” She returned her grin to the horizon. The sun was getting lower in the sky, giving her hair almost reddish tones at certain points.

He just stood there, dumbfounded, as she leaned deeper into the stretch. “Owwww,” she moaned, gritting her teeth, holding it for half a minute before switching legs.

“You know, you can light another cigarette.” She said it without looking up, and he jumped again, like a frightened baby deer. “You didn’t finish the first one. I don’t mind, not out here in the open air.”

With a quiet huff, he turned his back to her, hesitantly reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out another smoke. He stuck it in the corner of his mouth, bent to light it -

“Wait,” she said, and his stomach dropped as he realized her hand was suddenly on the center of his back. He froze as she leaned around him, her head popping into view around his shoulder -

“Here,” she said, pulling a hair tie off her wrist and placing it in his open palm. “Don’t want to burn all your hair off, do you? God forbid the great Inuyasha having to cut off all his beautiful locks! The world wouldn’t survive it.” She smiled, and then she was gone again. He heard her steps pattering back to her station on the railing, heard the hisses of pain as she resumed her stretches.

Inuyasha turned the hair tie over in his fingers once, and then slowly pulled all his hair over one shoulder and fastened it into a low braid.

He lit the smoke, turned back around.

Now what is she doing?

Kagome was standing there, trying to moonwalk. And failing. Her brow was furrowed in concentration.

He supposed she noticed the look of confusion and disbelief on his face, because she smiled sheepishly. “This was the part I was struggling with,” she said by way of explanation, “They told me to practice it at home tonight. It’s only four counts of the whole sequence, and I’m at the back of the formation so it’s not like I have to be perfect right now, but for some reason I just can’t - “

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said, taking a drag of the cigarette.

“Yes, I gathered as much, thanks.” She grinned and rolled her eyes, resuming her efforts. “Maybe I should practice in socks instead.”

“Use your - no, the other foot, idiot - you gotta put your weight on - no, you - “ Inuyasha sighed, taking one final drag and then ashing the cigarette butt in the receptacle. “Stop. Just stop, stop, stop.”

Kagome halted in place, leaning over awkwardly. She looked like one of those signs at a crosswalk.

“No, I mean, just stand up.”

“Oh.” She righted herself, clearly suppressing a giggle.

With a roll of his eyes, he strode forward and stood next to her. “You’re putting your weight on the wrong foot. It’s not the foot you’re sliding with, it’s the one that’s upright. The transition’s the hard part, but that gets smoother as you go.” He demonstrated, sliding backward with his expensive designer sneakers and lamented how fresh and clean they’d been this morning and how off-color they’d be this evening.

Kagome’s eyes widened. “You’re really good at that!” she remarked, “Of course, I guess you would be; you’ve been doing this for a living since you were, what, five?”

“Don’t exaggerate,” he grumbled, “Eight.”

“You forgot to do the Michael Jackson hee-hee!” Her nose wrinkled playfully.

“I’m not doing that.”

“You should!”

“I’m not fucking doing that. Now stop rambling on and you try it.”

She attempted it again. “Weight on the…standing foot…” she murmured to herself, bending one knee and attempting the slide once more.

“Get your eyes off your feet,” he snapped, “That’s the worst possible habit to break.”

“Right.” She stood upright like she’d been shocked by a jolt of electricity. “Sorry.”

He watched her try again. “Ehh, better,” he said begrudgingly. “But your foot is all awkward when you follow through with the slide. Keep this foot - “ he sank to a crouch beside her and took hold of her ankle, “ - parallel to the other one, no matter what.”

He glanced upward. “Got it?”

Oh, god.

Kagome was staring down at him, almost as if transfixed, and her blue eyes were shining with obvious gratitude and happiness. The sun was framing her face. The small wisps of dark hair that had escaped her topknot were blowing back and forth with the strong breeze, first outward around her ears, and then coming inward to graze her flushed cheeks, and back again.

She visibly swallowed, looking for the first time a little flustered. “I think so.”

Inuyasha realized he was still holding onto her ankle, and he quickly let go. “Okay, then try it again.” He stood up and stepped back as far as possible without it looking awkward again.

Kagome gave a bracing sigh, and slowly slid her non-dominant foot backward, then shifted her weight to the other foot and changed legs.

“There you go,” Inuyasha said, as gruffly as he could manage once he realized he was continuing to stare at her like a moron. “Now just practice that, and you’ve got it.”

It seemed she couldn’t resist, so she did it again, and then in that famous whistle register of hers, she sang out, “Hee-hee!” and dissolved into giggles.

“You are ridiculous.” He scowled, raising an eyebrow.

She smiled, turning to face him, leaning against the balcony once more. “Thank you.”

“Wasn’t a compliment, ya dip.”

“No, I mean, thank you for helping out. It was…actually really nice of you.”

It was clearly so genuine. So sweet. She tucked a stray lock of wispy hair behind her ear, and seemed to be avoiding looking right at him.

Oh, no. She’s blushing. Oh, no. I’m blushing. What the hell has come over me? He opened his mouth to say something else, to tell her she’d better work harder or she was out on her ass, golden voice be damned, but he couldn’t seem to form any words other than, “You’re welcome.”

With one last smile, she stretched her arms above her head and gave her neck a loud crack, then headed toward the door. She opened it and disappeared, and he was about to let out the breath he’d been holding when her head appeared around the frame once more. “See you around?”

Inuyasha swallowed. “Y-Yeah.”

And she was gone.

He slumped backward against the concrete wall, running his hand over his face. His eye fell on the pink hair tie, the one sitting there on the edge of his braid.I was right, he thought, feeling an alarming emptiness in the pit of his stomach, I am in so much fucking trouble.

@dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun @cstormsinukagblog @morikothehalfangel @sailorbabydoll92

#inu pop stars #inukag #requests #fluff #THEY ARE PRECIOUS #please send more requests #this is so much fun

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 5 years

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"Your love's a fuckin' drag, but I need it so bad..."

So guess who's been listening to Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco and thinking of Hanahaki Disease? I just wanted to tell someone so I told my Senpai ( @eons-in-the-void ) and he got inspired to draw this!

I don't have much for this AU except that you can contract the disease simply if you think the love you harbor is unrequited. The two loves I possess are for a guy who's a playboy or a guy who's seemingly stuck on another girl, so my case is pretty unsolvable. But just like the flowers that blossom after every harsh winter, miracles can happen everyday. So who truly knows?

Either way it's fair to say that my faves are worse than Nicotine

#self shipping #selfshipdom #self insert #selfship community #ship: the storyteller and her shield #self indulgent stuff #selfshipping #selfship positivity #self insert community #self ship #ship: the demon and the choir girl #f/o

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voatsiperifery · 5 years

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kazetsuyo ep. 14: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

i- i’m just so proud of these boys!!! my love for each and every one of them is unending!!

like this cutie patootie and his adorable blushing because shindou complimented his photography skills!

and kakeru!!! oh my god!! you’re so fucking cute!! so much growth!!!

ouji!! huhuhu how can you not be proud of this boy! 😭😭😭

plus he had the best one-liner in the episode!!

but also musa what the fuck does that mean????? i need answers!!

ummm and a jealous fujioka!! come on you guys are killing me!!

anyway, this episode was soooooo goooooood!!! this was me this whole episode:

BONUS: how did I not fucking know that nico-chan-senpai was short for nicotine???? (I feel dumb lol)

#kazetsuyo #camara musa #kashiwazaki akane #kurahara kakeru #kiyose haiji #kaze ga tsuyoku fuiteiru #speech bubble #run with the wind

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livetiny-dienever · 5 years

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Nicotine

Nico-chan senpai with short hair! I CHOOSE YOU!!

#Nico-chan #i mean i wanna see his short hair!!!!

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[Shizaya] You’re My Favourite Mistake - Ch 4

Summary: Shizuo returns to Raijin as a teacher well desired by the student body, but has especially caught the eye of a rather flirtatious Izaya. Sticking to his morals is harder than Shizuo would’ve thought.

Preview: An almost anorexic collarbone peeked around an oversized and unbuttoned shirt. Despite what Shizuo knew of Izaya’s well toned frame, under a blanket clothing he appeared more petite; small, vulnerable, and ready to be protected from a cruel society that would take advantage of him. A quick scan upward shattered that innocence with Izaya’s mischievous intent that attacked Shizuo.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14379534

Shizuo’s morning started with the instantaneous jump from his bedroom to his classroom. It was like he harnessed the teleportation magic of a blackout drunk who wound up exactly where they needed without recollection. Just as oblivious as a drunkard, he held little cognizance of the impossibly of that situation and continued on with his otherwise normal morning routine.

The unwilling drag of his feet was as practiced, his initial roll call counted the same early students as ever, and his leather bag was laid on his desk with the same respect he always gave. Anxiousness often preceded his day, especially since Izaya started upping his game, but given five minutes he realized it felt stronger than normal. It forebode something that was far worse than just a simple flirtatious game.

As he felt the edges of his emergency cigarette box dig into the tender meat between his shortened nails he desperately wished for the eerie fog to clear. His fingers circled the ripped hole on the top to find solace. The fact that the worn cardstock indicated that it had stayed in his pocket longer than if he had relented to his old habit of tossing a crisp, empty pack away each day. But with his nerves on high he already felt the need for his first break that would allow him a hit of nicotine.

With a clench of his fist he steeled his resolve to make it through the day. He turned on his heel to face what should have been a light peppering of students that he had already accounted for, but what he saw was illogical.

The desks were perfectly aligned in exact, calculated angles. It was perfection that only something inhuman could set up. In like, a completed set of his students each sat at their assigned desk with doll-like stature. Their collective dead stares connected with their teacher without a blink of life.

No...dead isn’t right...

There was no way that their stationary bodies had ever been animated. Their joints twisted in janky angles and had Shizuo inadvertently rid his own of tension, the mere sight of their rigid lay increased how uncomfortable he already was.

Though they were undeniably his students, each with their features recognizable all the way down to their frequently worn accessories. Aside from that, their aura was more doppelganger than anything. It was uncanny, unnerving, and prepared a usually unfazed Shizuo for what already started to coerce his gaze.

A low bass thumped against his muted ears. His other senses died down in order to enhance that of his sight, one of five that focused on the outlier whose tier was far too high above his peers to even be considered one of the pack.

Did he really need to study the male before him? Hadn’t he already memorized that picturesque brunet?

Izaya sat center stage before him, artfully poised atop a throne of desks that were haphazardly pushed together. A spotlight, clearly not created by halogen, spilled over his carefully sculpted details. Each beam caught a new angle or a smooth edge and it slowly took the breath from Shizuo’s lungs. The heavenly light was hard to look at, rather it was the teen, god, whomever that was the source of what made his eyes squint. Regardless, he begged them to stay open.

Everything outside of Izaya desaturated in order to accentuate the tantalizing colour that painted him. A promiscuous smirk promised any attention given was more than worth Shizuo’s time. The perimeter of his narrowed vision was splashed with icy blue, a beautiful colour that the uniform was unworthy of, much like it was unworthy to drape Izaya’s godlike form.

Was Izaya always this stunning or was it his perception that long ago twisted reality?

A chuckle bobbed the teen’s shoulders as his limbs unfolded and spread wide to show off his owned land which was an otherwise boring classroom, but was a spectacle simply because he was in it. Crowned by the gleam of his invisible ego, he tilted his head back to urge Shizuo to acknowledge his prestige as king.

Like a subject, he bowed his head into the shadow of Izaya’s light in honour.

Shizuo knew that amongst all of the king’s belongings, he himself was a favoured toy. He was priceless even when compared to Izaya's indefinable wealth.

The admittance had Shizuo shake of his head to rid the unnecessary thoughts. Uneasy fingers rustled his bangs to partially cover his eyes as he corrected his slunk posture. The shade of his hair helped to keep control of his agency, albeit shakey.

Izaya clicked his teeth in dissatisfaction of his failed scheme to grab undivided attention of his teacher, but his smile didn’t falter as he continued onward.

"How do you like it, Shizu-chan?" he puffed his chest.

“...”

Shizuo couldn’t respond. It wasn’t that he was mute, just that the scene fast forwarded over his responses and onto the next poignant comment in a conversation that should have been shared.

"I wear your uniform well, hm?" Izaya purred.

A swallow caught in Shizuo’s throat. All that Izaya was presenting was off-puttingly reminiscent of the events from the previous day, yet with more intrigue it begged to replace that memory.

This isn’t right...

What he had remembered was the tantalizing tailor of the teen’s own uniform, but what he observed was excessively loose fabric that did more than suggest the perfection that lay beneath.

An almost anorexic collarbone peeked around an oversized and unbuttoned shirt. Despite what Shizuo knew of Izaya’s well toned frame, under a blanket clothing he appeared more petite; small, vulnerable, and ready to be protected from a cruel society that would take advantage of him. A quick scan upward shattered that innocence with Izaya’s mischievous intent that attacked Shizuo.

His gaze domineered the submissive pose that his body had dropped into. A shrug yanked his shoulder tips towards the ceiling as his head dipped down to strip Izaya of threat. With the motion, his shirt and blazer slipped to his elbows.

"I wish I wore your uniform half as well as you do, senpai~”

He wished he didn’t wear it at all.

Shizuo’s interest was spiked, but he refused to indulge as he cemented himself in place with his weighted stance, his arms uncomfortably crossed tight at his chest to lock his eager hands.

Though in reaction to his stubbornness, a counter strategy was put into effect.

His bones chilled from the sensation of insects scampering up his limbs to which he attempted to shake off, but felt tension restrict him. Shizuo snapped his head to one side and over to the next to confirm what his unconscious predicted.

He instantly fell into panic.

Izaya’s greyed out peers had found a way to become even more mannequin as vibrant red strings connected them to the dark void that had replaced the ceiling. An invisible puppeteer controlled their motion. The distinct clicks of wooden joints created goosebumps to rise upon Shizuo's clammy skin as the students encircled him while tens more followed the ones that already crimped their grip on him. They were commanded to walk Shizuo closer to Izaya in order to marry their separated space.

No...nonono!!

Fearful yanks at his restraints dwindled his energy as his will was too weak to summon his inhuman strength, let alone anything normal. The room drew in on itself to become claustrophobic and it now choked Shizuo’s already weak breath as the lights dialed down to an intimate glow.

What once pushed his muscles, his own students, disappeared and left both males to themselves. Despite their absence the sting of judgemental glares and an echo of hissed gossip lingered in wake of their physical presence. Words like ‘pedophile’ and ‘pervert’ were thrown about the terrified teacher’s mind in a cacophony that had seemed ever-present and had grown alongside his inappropriate desire over the course of the school term. Shizuo knew the fake whispers were warranted; the haunt of his thoughts was his just reward.

The rise of tension started to boil the duo alive. Sweat rolled down Shizuo’s spine and made him shiver at the chill it created. He knew better than to believe that Izaya’s gaze kindled the fire that heated their surroundings as something like that wasn't possible, but the unnatural play of events created plausibility.

Was the brunet mortal or was he a god like he regarded him to be?

That status would explain how Izaya’s aroused flush swayed him like it did; like it always had. It had Shizuo wonder if his own flush gave his manipulator too much insight of his incriminating thoughts.

“I know you want me out of these pesky clothes, Shizu-chan,” he reached out to twirl a lock of blond, “don’t you want to strip me already? Perhaps of my dignity as well?”

“...”

Shizuo parsed out his thoughts while he watched Izaya contort out of the top half of his uniform. The pace was torturously slow and without the removal of his intense stare the seductive act messed with his libido.

A frustrated whimper tickled Shizuo’s fancy, “I’m tangled up~!”

Izaya barely attempted a struggle while his bare leg folded inward. An elegant pose of his toes tempted Shizuo to follow as he extended it forward to rest between his wide stance. The smooth limb hung an inch below his crotch in a tease.

“Won’t you help me?”

Shizuo gasped at the pressure against his erection that he simultaneously became aware of. He caved in on himself tangled in a mess of his own groans as the pressure increased with the smooth glide of Izaya’s leg.

The empty space between them barely gave any room for Shizuo to rest comfortably without leaning into Izaya, but no matter of how strong their combined passion was he refused. His body shook as did his resolve.

“Touch me, Shizuo…” Izaya begged.

Pleasure rushed from the base of his cock to the tip as Izaya continued his favour which increased in skill as he gained familiarization of the way his toy reacted.

"Izaya, really..." he finally gained access to his voice. "We could get caught," he shook his head weakly.

"I want to be caught..." a silky giggle escaped Izaya’s coyly pulled lips.

Izaya even had an attractive laugh…

He groaned, "I have my reputation on the line."

"And what reputation might that be?” Izaya tilted his head. “If anything, we're living up to it. I'm pretty sure that our peers hate us, Shizu-chan.

"My classmates were annoyed when I snatched up the most attractive second year on the roster without trying. Then again, I am the most attractive first year so what do you expect?"

Shizuo went rigid. Mention of their peers and talk about high school seniority tensed the muscles that stretched across his back.

"...I'm a student, not a teacher?"

“Of course you’re a student,” Izaya leaned in closer and slicked his own lips, “but if you want to roleplay that can be arranged, sensei,” his brow quirked.

Crimson flecks stood out from the overhang of feathered lashes. Shizuo focused on his own reflection upon the glossy surface of Izaya’s widened eyes.

“God, no… Let me be your senior.”

Shizuo’s breath was forced out of his lungs rough and hot. Had he not caught himself he would have acted upon his urge to wrap Izaya’s exposed frame with his arms. He was desperate to decorate the teen’s creamy skin with bloody accents; the future scars would be for his benefit and no one else. Shizuo felt he needed to claim Izaya as his and that alone bode dangerous.

“Then fucking touch me already, Shizuo!” Izaya spat out his request. His intent was woven with desperation, but his voice stabbed with hatred. The room brightened to an enraged hue that the teen’s shout summoned, and with it brought the wrath that Shizuo had kept pent up for too long.

“Shut up, you manipulative little shit!” Shizuo propelled forward to slam Izaya against the desktop. His vision narrowed. A blur washed away the clarity of Izaya’s features whose only response was a shocked intake of empty air. Nothing else of him was readable. Everything was shrouded in dizzy emotion. He was frantic to make out any indication of what Izaya thought of the rage that he had relinquished, but whatever expression he held was hidden behind a veil. Shizuo’s drenched bangs clung to his forehead. His breath picked up a frenzied rasp. Fingers dug into Izaya’s once unmarred skin and decorated them with discoloured purple and blue.

What expression is he making, dammit?!

It was imperative for Shizuo to know how his short fuse and beastly strength was received.

“Shizuo-senpai…”Izaya’s tone was unfazed.

A feral exposure of Shizuo’s teeth turned his smile manic. His fingernails lay just short of puncturing the skin beneath them with the increase of his grip.

He only wanted to scare Izaya, not injure him. In his past he had hurt far too many victims and the addition of Izaya to that tally would crush him enough that he would never repair.

Could Izaya handle his true self? Could he accept him?

“...you know, I won’t be a minor soon…”

“I DON’T CARE!!”

The beast reeled an arm back and formed a fist in time. His knuckles crashed into the desk just beside Izaya’s head. A splintered imprint was left behind as he threw his fist again. Shizuo’s free hand slid into a weak choke against his victim’s neck.

He’s too calm!!

“I CAN’T LOSE THIS JOB!”

The dent deepened under the pressure of another punch.

“I WORKED TOO HARD FOR IT!”

A rush of anger brought another onslaught to further damage the wood.

“YOU’LL FUCKIN’ SEE ME FOR WHO I AM!!!”

Blood dripped from Shizuo’s skin that had torn from the repeated attacks.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

Shizuo threw all of his weight into his blow and hung above the stationary form beneath him. He clenched his eyes. Dry sobs worked their way passed his ground teeth, the sound was cushioned by cotton and lacked an echo. As he became unhinged everything around him seemed to allow it with an empty feel.

Izaya held no presence between Shizuo’s straddle. He had no pulse, no breath, no voice, just heat that reflected off of him.

Shizuo felt alone even though he knew that he wasn’t, but the empty feeling remained for so long that he almost believed that Izaya had disappeared. The still of sound seemed to confirm that suspicion until a harsh whisper agitated the delicate hairs near Shizuo’s eardrum.

“Stop running from yourself, Shizuo.”

His eyes shot open. There was no allure in the expression that Izaya wore as only pity sunk his eyes. Normalized and weakened light outlined his body, but the shadow Shizuo cast accentuated the discoloured bags laid just under a tired gaze.

“I’m...not running…” Shizuo’s voice shook.

The teen chuckled in a manner too wise for his young age.

“Surely you don’t actually believe that.”

“I…”

The brunet sighed as he raised his hand to graze Shizuo’s cheek.

“Maybe all I am is proof that you still have your past to deal with. Fear that your anger never subsided and will eventually ruin you. I’m not sure that’s fair to me, Shizu-chan, and I believe you know that.”

“Fuck. Izaya…” his bottom lip wibbled, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should be saying that to, hm?”

Izaya didn’t deserve the devastation that weighed heavy against his youthful features. His smile was hollow and his eyes were stripped of their livelihood. It was the death of hope.

A growl built in Shizuo’s throat. He had caused this event to occur with his broken temper. Once again he wasn’t the only one affected and the realization caused him to throw his built wrath across the expanse of the room with a shrill yell as he thrust his fist into the desk once more.

The final assault splintered a hole upon the damaged desktop. His momentum threw his forehead against solid surface and slammed his brain against his skull. Shizuo jolted back in fear of what the collision could have done to his student.

“IZAYA!!”

His vision temporarily turned blind. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, nothing lay before him sans the destruction of what was actually his bedroom floor; it acted as a ghost of whom was never there.

“Shit…” his chest heaved as sweat dropped into a puddle. “It was a dream.”

A series of hammers rapt at his door. If he weren’t frozen in place he would have reacted to the sound of his ornery landlord that attempted to knock down his cheap front door.

“Heiwajima, shut the hell up! I’m getting complaints!”

The vibrated thumps continued until Shizuo’s silence was assured, only then did heavy footsteps storm down the hall to leave the room deathly quiet.

“Fuck…”

Shizuo grimaced as he twisted himself into a seated position. He let the mattress frame support his back. The separated points of his spine ached as his weight pressed up against the metal.

Fingers combed his hair back into a mess. Salt stung his tear ducts while a throb added discomfort to his forehead injury. The darkness made details hard to make out, but as Shizuo examined the back of his hand he noticed how the collected blood on his knuckles reflected the street light that spilled passed the crack of his curtains. He watched the roll of crimson follow his veins and realized how much his pain actually affected him.

It seemed that Shizuo's pain resistance bowed at the dominance of his emotions. His childlike vulnerability was brought back to replace his current tolerance.

They hurt. His wounds actually hurt.

The phobia of his rage was merely covered by false maturity that he forced upon himself in order to create a career, thus he never learned to properly deal with it. So when it broke through that fragile wall he put up, it was blatant what he needed to do.

"I gotta get him out of my class..."

It was for Shizuo’s own protection. The removal of his temptation would solve his problems. He could forget that he ever strayed from his path to his peaceful future, where his adulthood was unhindered by the issues that his adolescent self failed to control.

Shizuo slumped forward onto his propped legs and laid in defeat of his weakness. He didn’t want to cast Izaya from his life, but he feared it was necessary.

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