#not me using the Delinquent Keeps Hanging Around the Sports Club

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

ok so what if haiza switched schools and started going to kiridai after everything in the anime (failing to take the title of "member of GOM" from kise and all) - would he decide to join the kiridai team on his own or would the boys kind of have to drag him into joining them? (if the latter then how much would they have to annoy/convince haiza until he would finally give up)

Haizaki keeps coming back to the courts. Perhaps, he can’t help himself; perhaps, it’s just because he’s got nowhere else to go - there’s too many people on the roof, and he needs to get away from these new posh-fuck-classmates of his. 

Except, no matter how many times he comes to this part of the campus, he never actually makes it into the gym. The squeaking of the shoes inside halts his step, torments him quietly. He walks away with his hands in his pockets, and spits on the ground for good measure.

Sometimes, before he leaves, he looks in - only a glance or two. It’s normal team practice, from the looks of it, despite what he’s heard about the Kirisaki Daichi basketball team. For a bunch of dudes who are renowned for being the closest you get to murderers in high school sports, they sure do look like they’ve having fun. He sees them throwing arms around one another’s shoulders, or giving each other a thumbs up after the ball slips through the hoop; he hears, albeit muffled by the door, shouts of “nice one, Zaki!” (Hearing ‘Zaki’ hurts, just a little. No one calls him by the nickname. Hell, no one would tell him ‘nice one’ either.)

And it’s on one of these visits to the gym - a detour between his final class of the day and the school gates - that he gets caught in the act.

“Hey, I know you,” a pink-haired guy grins at him, traps Haizaki between the wall and his body, and then takes a closer look, “actually, no, do I? Right, yeah, I do. You’re that Generation of Miracles reject, aren’t you? What was your name again?”

Haizaki brings his fists out of his pockets, and attempts to shoulder past the player. Except, for a guy Haizaki’s height and of not too heavy a build, pink guy is surprisingly strong. He grabs the back of Haizaki’s collar, and wrenches him back, like he’s a mother dog holding a puppy.

“Oi, captain,” he calls, swinging the gym doors open, “guess who I found poking around.”

At least, no introductions are needed between Haizaki Shougo and Hanamiya Makoto - even Haizaki, who never attends (and, thus, is rarely invited to) strategy meetings looking at the opponent team, knows this guy’s name.

“It’s good to meet you at last,” Hanamiya purrs, shaking Haizaki’s hand, holding it firmly with two hands, not quite crushing the boy’s bones but not far from it, “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

“Bullshit,” replies Haizaki, who hasn’t even heard his mother say something good about him recently.

“Good, of course, being subjective.” As Hanamiya talks, Haizaki can’t pull his gaze away from his senior’s, though he’s acutely aware of everyone else’s gaze on him - there’s no more of the squeaking of shoes, or bouncing of balls. “You were unlucky, you know? Getting stuck with those ‘genius’ bastards, when you were young, being inhibited in your chance to play, and then getting stuck with a bunch of imagine-less idiots.”

“Sure.”

“Them, and their ‘I live and would die for basketball’ attitudes, “my way is the only way”, their purism and elitism. It sucks, right?”

Hanamiya’s eyes bore into him. There’s a slight grin across the captain’s lips; when his tongue flicks out to lick his lips, Haizaki’s caught by the animalistic instinct that he’s caught in the lair of a snake.

“What are you getting at?”

“You’ve been stuck playing with fools like that for too long; no wonder you don’t like basketball anymore. But, it’s different with us. We do what we want on the court - and we get away with it. And we could use a man with your natural talent.”

“You lot break people’s fucking knees.”

“Is that a problem for you?”

Haizaki pauses. He’s suddenly ashamed of his own sentence - so blatantly manipulated by years of having listened to those ‘miracle’ bastards, just parroting off their bullshit, even though he knows that, when he’s watched Kiridai matches in the past, he’s never been repulsed by their manner. The only emotion he experienced watching those matches was envy.

“You better not bench me,” Haizaki says now.

“I’ll do what’s best for the team,” Hanamiya’s voice continues with its sweetness, its silkiness, “but I’ll make your talents shine.”

In the back, Haizaki’s new teammates have started practicing again. The rustling of their clothes as they jostle against one another, the swing of the net as the ball slips through: suddenly, Haizaki’s swollen with a yearning to be the one making those sounds too. He imagines himself winning the Winter Cup, in a year from now, scoring a slam dunk, his elbow falling down onto Kise’s forehead in the final seconds of the match. Revenge.



“Your silence is a yes then?”

Haizaki nods, raises his hand to run his tongue down his thumb, “I’m in.”

A ball comes their way. It’s in Haizaki’s hands before Haizaki recognises that he’s grinning, and it’s only when he tosses it back, that he realises he’s been wearing his basketball trainers this whole time. He’s been wearing them every day at this new school, just for this moment.

#not me using the Delinquent Keeps Hanging Around the Sports Club?? Why?? trope #anyway look at haizaki being tsundere over basketball #and hanamiya blatantly manipulating him #we do love a dynamic duo #hanamiya makoto #haizaki shougo #hara kazuya #kirisaki daichi #kiridai #kirisaki daiichi #kirisaki daichi scenarios #fukuda sogo #kirihaizaki #au #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #the basketball which kuroko plays #hcs #headcanons #imagines #scenarios #scenario

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Andrew Clark

(Not my gif)(Requested by @mpmarypoppins​ )

(I’m sorry this took so long! It took more work than I was expecting!)

- You technically met Andrew after the two of you were placed in the same class though; since you weren’t in the same social circle, you didn’t talk to each other. Well, you didn’t talk to each other until the teacher was late to class one day; something quite common for said teacher, and the delinquents who sat behind you decided to pick on you.

- Usually, it really didn’t bother you. You’d ignore them and the teacher would arrive and they’d be forced to shut up. But Andrew wasn’t used to that sort of thing and he certainly didn’t like it so when the goons started to berate you, he turned around and told them to shut up.

- They made a smartass retort back at him but did as he said, settling in their seats just as the teacher finally showed up. Throughout the rest of the class, the two of you took turns sneaking glances at each other and pretending like you weren’t when the other happened to look. 

- Neither of you mentioned the event to each other and you’d figured that that was the end of it. And for the time being it was, but a few days later that wouldn’t be the case. 

- Once again, your teacher was late and the assholes who sat behind you began their familiar attempts at bothering you. You caught Andrew glancing back at you, watching to see your reaction; you’d assumed, before he finally turned fully around and told them to knock it off …though this time they didn’t.

- The ringleader of the group made a comeback, turning on the boy and asking “what he was going to do about it”, prompting Andrew to stand up, threatening to “wipe the floor with” them.

- The boy stood up as well, grinning as he made a comment about the two of you dating, and subsequently an obscene remark which made your face turn hot. Before you knew it, the two boys were one the floor, Andrew pushing the kid to the ground, asking if he was finished and demanding he apologize.

- He released the boy after a moment and they straightened themselves out, stumbling backwards without saying anything, hoping to dodge the extra humiliation of saying they were sorry.

- You saw that Andrew was about to say something; most likely once again telling the boy to apologize, so you delicately grabbed his arm and told him it was fine, thanking him for sticking up for you.

- He eased up as the other boy and his group of friends made their exit, turning to you more calm then before and asking if you “just let them do that to you”.

“Nothing much I can do. If I say something they’ll just keep doing it because they get a rise out of me.” You explained.

“If you don't fight back they’ll just keep bothering you cause you’re an easy target.” He insisted.

“I’ll be an easy target but I’ll also be boring. The only way to win is to wait it out and let them get bored.” You replied, turning through your notebook a bit uncomfortably.

“No.” He shook his head.

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“No,” he replied. “They bother you again, you tell me. I’ll handle it if you don’t want to.”

- His offer made you smile but proved to be unnecessary as the boys moved seats and refused to say anything to you after that day.

- The two of you hadn’t talked in a few days so it sort of shocked you when he approached you in the hall and struck up a conversation, asking how things were to which you were able to report that the guys had left you alone.

- He gave you a small smile and a “that’s good, that’s good” before going quiet for a moment. You were about to say goodbye until he turned to you and told you about a party that one of his friends was having, suggesting that; maybe, you’d like to go before offering to pick you up.

- Taking your only chance to attend a real highschool party; and spend more time with one of the most popular and handsome boys in school, you agreed, writing down your address for him and returning his smile as he said goodbye. 

- As it turns out, parties aren’t really your thing and surprisingly not his either. The two of you ended up spending most of your time sat outside, talking in the dark and nursing cheap beer.

- You’d been telling him a story when you noticed that his eyes were locked on you. You’d dismissed it for a while before you turned and met his eyes, your story quickly becoming meaningless and trailing off into thin air.

- You watched as his eyes shifted down towards your lips, pausing there before he began to lean in. You began to lean forward as well, tilting your head so that he could connect your lips properly.

- The two of you shared a long, soft kiss before you pulled away, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling you as you took notice of the lovestruck sorta look on his face. The two of your faces lingered close to each other’s for a moment, neither of you wanting to pull away.

“You should probably take me home, it’s getting late.” You whispered.

“Do you want to go home?” He asked quietly.

“No.” You smiled, laughing softly.

- A small smile found its way onto his lips as well before he leaned in again, kissing you with a bit more fervor than before, his hands tightening their grip on the jacket; his jacket, that you were wearing.

- Cliques and stereotypes be damned. He loved you and he sure as hell wasn't letting you go if he could help it.

- He’s been taught to be a gentleman so he keeps his pda light and innocent. He doesn’t need the entire school watching him shove his tongue into your mouth.

- Soft kisses.

- Handholding.

- Temple, forehead, and head kisses. 

- Attending all of his wrestling matches and cheering him on. He always seeks you out in the crowd and shoots you a smile.

- He’s prone to trying to show off and impress you. Taking off clothes, flexing, athletic tricks, acting tough; whatever he thinks will get your attention.

- Giving him genuine, meaningful praise. 

- Shy compliments from him. Sometimes, he gets genuinely awestruck over how pretty you are. 

- He doesn't use too many nicknames, maybe a babe here and there but otherwise he just calls you by your name. He thinks pet names are sorta silly though he cant help but smile when you use them on him; as long as its in private. 

- He insists on escorting you to class. It’s certainly useful, the hallway crowds all but part like the red sea for him and his Varsity jacket. 

- Your books? In his arms. Your entire body? In his arms. Hey, he’s got muscles for a reason; he’s gonna put them to good use!

- Getting used as a human dumbbell. It’s somewhat scary yet fun though you’re pretty sure he copes a feel every now and again. 

- If you ever have any food you don't want just slide it over to him. You don’t even need to say anything, he’ll grab it and kiss you on the cheek before you can anyways. 

- He fiddles with things when he’s bored so expect to just randomly feel him playing with your hair or witness him doing something adorably stupid in an attempt to entertain himself. 

- Playing finger football and other hand games in class/lunch. 

- Dancing together.

- He loves having you right by his side. He’ll literally pull your chair closer to his while you’re sitting in it just because he wants you as close as he can get you.

- Sharing inside jokes and secret smiles with each other.

- He’ll either lay between your legs and lean back against you, his head on your stomach/chest, or he’ll lay his head in your lap and let you mess with his hair. He “secretly” loves when you play with it.

- You usually cuddle with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. He’s sorta not used to cuddling so it’s gonna take a little bit of time for him to warm up to really snuggling with you.

- He hasn't really figured out who he is yet. He’s an amalgamation of everyone he’s ever had to listen to so you’re gonna have to try and help break him out of that, and become his own person. 

- A part of him yearns to feel accepted and that’s going to cause him to do whatever he can to please you, unless, perhaps, it goes against pleasing his father. It’s just something he does without really thinking about it so you’ll have to sort of keep that in mind since you don’t want to take advantage of him. 

- Going out and acting like idiots, living in the moment and actually enjoying yourselves instead of worrying about what other people think. 

- Being there for him to rant to when he needs. 

- Helping him study so he doesn't fall behind in his academics while trying to excel in sports. 

- Wearing his jacket. He thinks you look adorable when you put it on and will always toss it to you when the weather gets cold.

- He’s hot blooded so if you get cold then just move in closer, he never minds. Either that or throw on the clothing that he’s pulled off of himself.

- Being invited to the “popular” parties, even if you really aren’t yourself. He’s not a big fan of them but you being there makes them more bearable.

- Becoming friends with the members of the breakfast club, specifically Claire since she’s in the same clique as Andrew and you wind up hanging out in the same places. 

- He genuinely likes you for you. You may think that you have to change something about yourself but just know that he loves you either way, whether you do change it or not. 

- He thinks you’re the greatest. Even if other people see your actions as “nothing” or strange, he finds them endearing.

- He’s always willing to fight to figure out what's wrong, pushing you to talk even when you try to defensively push him away. Instead of judging or trying to give you halfhearted advice, he just relates and makes you feel accepted.

- Carnival/theme park dates. He likes taking you places where he can win you prizes and the two of you can spend the day goofing off. 

- Arcade dates but the cool kind. 

- You know how hard it is to strip off clothes and makeout with his layered fucking circus act? Man has on like five shirts at a time. He’s immune to strip poker and pussy. 

- He sorta acts like your father. He’s been conditioned into acting the way he does, behaving like he’s a teacher/parent and telling people what to do, repeating the same dribble that he’s been told. In some ways its endearing, in others its infuriating and sad. 

- He isn't too keen on introducing you to his parents and you understand why. You don’t take offense, knowing that he isn’t keeping you away because he’s ashamed of you. 

- Making sure to step in and ensure he doesn't beat peoples asses. You’re one of the few people he listens to when he’s angry.

- He gets extremely jealous, particularly when he knows someone has a thing for you. And when he gets jealous, he has a habit of getting aggressive; either threatening or full on fighting guys when they don't back off. 

“You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You don't even think about her.”

- Overprotective; he’s always ready to jump to your defense even when he really doesn’t have to. 

- A lot of your fights are due to outside pressures. He’s constantly under a lot of stress so fights can erupt at any time, even if neither of you mean for them to happen. 

- He just loses it, sometimes throwing an insult/harsh word or two at you that he doesn't mean. After he has some time to cool down he feels absolutely horrible and chides himself for being such a jerk. 

- He might show up at your house or try to approach you at school the next day but its up to you on whether you'll just take him back. He’ll ask to talk to you and tries to offer a genuine apology whenever he’s in the wrong. 

- Quiet, earnest “I love you’s”. He’s sort of shy about saying it but you can certainly tell that he means it when he does.

- You don’t really talk about the future all too much but he’ll occasionally bring it up. He certainly wants to marry you. He’s praying that you want the same and that you’ll end up being his highschool sweetheart. 

#the breakfast club imagine #the breakfast club x reader #the breakfast club headcanons #the breakfast club headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #andrew clark imagine #andrew clark headcanons #andrew clark headcanon #andrew clark imagines

[jbarnes101]

Examining Youth Culture

So I had a chance to examine and study up on youth culture within several films and tv series from past to present. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term “Youth Culture”, it typically means the way children and young adults behave, how they live, norms, values, and practices they share but it’s much more different from the older generation’s culture. Starting from the fashion trends, music, sports, slangs, and relationships from other age groups which all seem to change as time goes by. I managed to watch shows like Saved by the Bell and Euphoria and also movies such as The Breakfast Club, KIDS, Mean Girls, and Mid90s and they’re all in my opinion represent a perfect example of youth culture from past to present. Throughout watching every story, I came to realize that one of the character’s from one story felt very relatable, every story shared three common themes that still go on even in reality, and how a soundtrack could impact a tv series/film. Youth culture offers a chance for a young person to explore and express their identities of who they really are through time even from the media’s perspective on how they shape youth culture.

When we tend to watch a film or a tv series, there’s always that one or multiple characters we can all relate to in reality whether it’s through personality, behavior, or style. Out of all the characters I’ve seen and I mean ALL the characters from each story, only one was able to stick out the most that I find very relatable to me and that was Fourth Grade from the 2018 film Mid90s. You’re probably thinking out of all the characters why him? Let me explain, after watching the whole film it’s like I got to know Fourth Grade a lot more than how people would assume who he is at first glance and I felt like I connected with him even more as the film progressed. There was one scene that explained that Fourth Grade was poor and that’s the only difference I find from both of our lifestyles but there’s much more than that. Fourth Grade strikes me as a shy type of character who also keeps to himself at times when he’s talking to someone new because in one scene a girl was trying to make a conversation with him even about his film camera and the video he’s trying to create but he just wasn’t as outgoing as his friends were, he just sat there and didn’t really keep the conversation going it was more like the girl did all the talking and questioning but when he’s around his best friends, he’s more fun, wild, and caring and for me I tend to do that a lot as well like when I’m talking to someone I don’t really know, I’m going to be shy and a little quiet at first but once you get to know me or when I’m around my friends, that’s when I start to break out more and help another out. Fourth Grade is also very creative as well, almost the entire film he was shown recording him and his friends hanging out and skateboarding on his camera but towards the end of the film, he compiled all the footage he caught and made it into his own film. It was also told that Fourth Grade wanted to become a filmmaker but some of his friends didn’t believe him at first because of his stupid personality and that’s something I also connected with him because we’re both creatively bright, we both have a dream in the filmmaking work, and our friends could sometimes see us as dumb but we’re smart when we want to be. Everybody has a relatable fictional character from a tv series or a film because we’re both able to feel a deeper connection with one another just like how I felt when I saw Fourth Grade and got to know more info about him from start to finish.

After going through every series and films I’ve watched back to back, I came to realize that they all have the same common themes within one another. In my opinion each story had 3 similar themes which were coming of age, diversity, and forming friendship. For coming of age, every story featured a younger cast playing teenage roles while their characters are experiencing a change in their lives as they progress through life and half of the stories are set in a high school environment or a hang out spot where teens usually go even in reality. Like for instance, Euphoria, Mean Girls, The Breakfast Club, and Saved by the Bell featured teenage characters while also going through the stages of high school and as for Mid90s and KIDS, they also featured teenagers but they weren’t in a high school setting but they were featured at their most notable hang out spots. For diversity, this is one of the most common themes in youth culture even in reality. Each story would section a certain group of the cast in groups that they would belong in like in Saved by the Bell Zack and his friends don’t like to affiliate with the freshman in high school, in Mean Girls every group had a label for each other and they would only associate with their group peers, in The Breakfast Club one character from a different group was forced to interact with one another as they were in detention, in KIDS the guys would talk about the girls in a very sexual way while the girls talked about how the guys are disgusting, in Euphoria of course each character played one person from a different social group but more likely to interact with each other than The Breakfast Club, and in Mid90s the boys were considered troublemakers just because they’re skater boys and how they mess around a lot like doing drugs, drinking and driving, and causing a scene. For friendships, the characters from most of the stories formed an unlikely friendship. For example in Mean Girls every social group started out hating other social groups but towards the end they all came together and started being friends, in The Breakfast Club they might never wanna be seen with each other but in the end they all started to understand each other and learned that not everyone is different, in Saved by the Bell they were all friendly to one another from start to finish and they always had each others back, in KIDS the boys of course were more interactive with one another and they would even talk to some of the girls and show kindness for reasons, in Euphoria for the main cast for the girls they may look different and act different but they still understand each other and have each others back, and for Mid90s the main kid Stevie was accepted into a group of delinquents and as a reminder he’s a lot younger than the teenage boys but they didn’t care they still accepted him. Every show and every film has a common theme, even if it’s a different plot to the story they all can still relate just by how the story’s been told.

Of course when it comes to a film and a tv series, they always gotta have at least a soundtrack. The reason why I think every show and film has a soundtrack is because it adds more emotion to a scene that is played in front of an audience in order to elaborate on what’s happening in the story. I do have to say for the show Euphoria, in my opinion it could work more if ten of these songs were played in the show like Paris by The Chainsmokers, Rewind by Future Jr, 11 Minutes by YUNGBLUD, Bad Things by Cults, Nostalgic by A R I Z O N A, Fairplay by Kiana Ledè, Get You the Moon by Kina, Girls Just Wanna Have Dub by Chromatics, Guys My Age by Hey Violet, and Lie by Sasha Sloan, I definitely recommend listening to these songs and who knows maybe you’ll feel like you’re in tv series too. The reason why I feel like these songs were to fit in Euphoria a lot more is because they add more of the modern taste to the show and it kinda matches the atmosphere as the show features a lot of love and relationships, tension, and heartbreaks.

Sorry you guys had to witness me ramble on too much I guess I couldn't help it lol but hope to see you guys in the next post. Have a great day!

[seraph-novak]

The Lunchtime Club (Post 3x18)

Summary ~  When Cyrus shows up for lunchtime detention, he isn't expecting to find TJ alone in a room full of muffins and baby taters...

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Cyrus forced himself to pass the cafeteria without breathing through his nose, refusing to let the sweet, chocolatey scent of the freshly-baked muffins lead him astray. He’d been asking for punishment by getting into that golf cart with TJ, and this was it: eating a pitiful lunch in a dusty classroom with the other rebels of the week, while the vulturous students in the cafeteria happily dined on chocolate muffins and baby taters. They weren’t as good as the ones they sold at The Spoon, but they were close enough. And now he’d have to wait another agonising week before tasting them again.

Oh well. At least he got to spend his lunchtime with TJ, no matter how dire the circumstances.

Just thinking about TJ was enough to put a smile on his face, despite the impatient grumbling of his stomach. These past few days had reminded him how much he enjoyed the other boy’s company, and the frantic beating of his heart when they’d hugged had reminded him of something else… With every passing day, his feelings for TJ were growing stronger and stronger, and Cyrus wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Being with him was intoxicating, but being away from him was unbearable. It felt like an ongoing game of emotional tennis inside his chest, and he had no idea which side was going to win.

But right now, the ball was in his court, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care about the dangers of getting too close to TJ, just like he’d allowed himself to do with Jonah. If things were destined to end badly between them, then so be it. At least he could enjoy himself while it lasted.

As he approached the classroom where detention was being held that afternoon, he shoved all those needling thoughts to the back of his mind, sucking in a deep breath as he prepared himself for a room full of glowering punks and paper-throwing delinquents. There was no sign on the door, but it was definitely the right room; TJ had given him very clear directions earlier that day, urging him to be there on time. It seemed a little strange to hold detention in such a small classroom at the back of the school, but who was he to question it? He wasn’t exactly familiar with the rules of detention.

With another steadying breath, he rapped his knuckles lightly on the door, then let himself inside.

At first, he was too overcome by the mouth-watering combination of aromas wafting around the room to notice anything overly unusual; he’d been expecting the cloying stench of teenage boys doused in too much aftershave, so he was more than a little stunned to find himself breathing in the familiar fragrance of muffins and baby taters he’d left behind in the cafeteria instead. But then, as he slowly adjusted to the wonderful smell, his eyes landed on TJ in the middle of the room. His dreamy gaze re-focused, his brows crunching together as the scene before him finally registered in his brain.

TJ was standing in front of him, a gentle smile softening his face, and there was a delectable spread of Cyrus’ favourite foods laid out on the table before him. And if that wasn’t strange enough, there wasn’t a single other student in the room with him. Not even a teacher to supervise the detention.

“Um,” he said, blinking at TJ in confusion.

TJ chuckled. “Surprise, Underdog.”

“Is this detention?” he asked with a frown. All of a sudden, he was hit with a blinding sense of panic, and he had to grab onto the doorframe to keep himself from toppling over. “Oh, God… We’re in heaven, aren’t we? We crashed in that stupid golf cart, and now we’re dead.”

“Calm down,” TJ said, huffing a laugh as he motioned for Cyrus to come inside and close the door. “We’re not dead, Cyrus. But we’re not in detention either.”

“I’m… confused.”

“No one actually gave us detention for stealing the golf cart again. I guess we must’ve returned it before anyone noticed.”

“Or maybe the Student Court was too intimidated by me to demand another trial?”

TJ wrinkled his nose. “I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“I lied about detention so I could get you alone,” TJ admitted, shyly rubbing the back of his neck in a poor attempt to hide his quickly-rising blush. “I wanted to thank you, for defending me the other day. You really didn’t need to do that.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

“Yeah, well… I couldn’t’ve asked for a better lawyer, so…”

Cyrus snorted. “You do remember losing, right?”

“Ah, who cares?”

“I do!”

“Well, you shouldn’t,” TJ said, effectively subduing the twist of guilt in his stomach with an easy, charming smile. “I’m just glad you were there for me.”

Under the inexplicable softness of his lingering gaze, Cyrus felt his knees buckle slightly. This really wasn’t doing his ever-growing crush any favours. But TJ was still staring at him, his eyes wide and imploring, and Cyrus couldn’t do anything but walk across the room and take a seat at the table. Anything to please TJ. Anything to see that goofy grin he’d come to adore so much. Anything to spend just a little more time with him, regardless of whether or not it caused him even more pain in the long run.  

“Where did you get all this food?” he asked, trying his best to fight the wobble in his voice.

TJ didn’t seem to notice.

“Buffy owed me a favour after I gave her a lift,” he said simply. “I know that’s not how acts of kindness are supposed to work, but… She insisted.”

Cyrus quirked a disbelieving eyebrow. Even though she’d admitted at The Spoon that TJ had grown on her, it still wasn’t like Buffy to dish out favours for no apparent reason. Unless, of course, she was up to something. Which terrified him more than any other possibility. He hadn’t exactly been subtle about his crush on TJ, but the idea of Buffy setting them up on poorly-disguised dates was enough to make his blood run cold. Because if his friends were starting to figure it out, who’s to say TJ wasn’t close behind?

“Well, it looks great,” he said, smothering his anxieties with a breathless smile as he helped himself to the mountain of chocolate chocolate-chip muffins in the middle of the table. He didn’t even realise how aggressively he was chewing his chosen muffin until TJ laughed softly, his eyes practically gleaming as he watched Cyrus from across the table.

“What?” Cyrus asked, blushing as the word came out garbled by his overly-full mouth.

“You’ve got something on your face,” TJ said, his lips twitching with a smile as he reached across the table and wiped away a smear of chocolate with the pad of his thumb.

Cyrus froze. All his years of watching romantic movies with Buffy had prepared him for this very moment, and yet… His mind was blank. The boy of his dreams was currently hovering over him with the fondest  of smiles, his thumb still brushing the corner of his mouth, and Cyrus had absolutely no clue how to respond. All he could do was stammer and blush and ball his hands into tight, trembling fists as the feeling washed over him, his innocent crush steadily evolving into something far more significant…  

“Where’s Kira?” he heard himself blurting out, desperately trying to distract himself from the emotional hurricane causing havoc inside his heart. “You usually play basketball with her at lunch, don’t you?”

TJ winced, slowly withdrawing his hand from Cyrus’ mouth. “I haven’t been hanging out with Kira much lately.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… Things were getting weird between us. I think she wanted to be more than friends.” He shrugged, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. He looked a little flushed now, as if Cyrus had unintentionally asked him a personal question. “But I don’t like her in that way.”

“Oh,” Cyrus said again, trying his best to keep the startled relief out of his voice. “How come? I mean… You guys have so much in common.”

“Like basketball?”

“Well, yeah!”

“That’s it,” TJ said, an edge of irritation to his voice. He was staring at him with an expression of impatience and disbelief, and Cyrus had the feeling he was missing something obvious. “Liking the same sport doesn’t make two people perfect for each other, you know? There are more important things… Like, getting to be yourself around each other. Feeling comfortable with them. Happy.”

Cyrus frowned. “You didn’t feel those things with Kira?”

“She wanted me to play a certain part,” TJ mumbled, staring down at his twiddling thumbs. “The person I used to be. A jock. A…”

“Scary-basketball-guy?” Cyrus suggested.

TJ smiled thinly. “Yeah. Exactly that.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not hanging out with her anymore, then. A real friend wouldn’t do that.”

“I know. I realise that now.” TJ licked his lips, a nervous habit that made Cyrus’ stomach flutter. He was too distracted by the flick of his tongue to notice TJ reaching across the table again, his fingers gingerly brushing the back of his hand. It felt like a question. An invitation. And Cyrus accepted it without hesitation, allowing TJ’s fingers to melt into the gaps between his knuckles as they moved closer together, practically draping themselves over the table. “I know who my real friends are now.”

Cyrus nodded. “We’re here for you, Teej. Especially me…”

“I’ve missed you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” TJ said, laughing self-consciously. “Hanging out with you these past few days… It’s been fun. More than fun, it’s… It’s been amazing, Cy.” He took a deep, shuddering breath, then turned Cyrus’ hand over in his own, gently sliding their palms together. “When I’m with you… I feel like myself, you know?”

Cyrus gave his hand a comforting squeeze. “Yeah, I know. I feel the same way.”

“You do?”

“Every time I’m with you,” he said, a dreamy smile passing his lips as the very feeling washed over him in earnest, seeping into his veins and warming his heart with easy, weightless joy, “it’s like the opposite of holding your breath. Does that make any sense?”

TJ grinned. “Totally.”

“Do you… I mean, is it like that for you? With me.”

“Do you really need to ask?”

“Well, my crippling paranoia kinda demands it, so… Yeah.”

“You’re such a dork,” TJ said fondly, his eyes bursting with undeniable affection as they flitted over Cyrus’ face. After a moment of quiet exploration, they settled on his lips, and Cyrus could feel his pulse leaping with possibility. “Of course it’s like that for me.”

“Okay.” He swallowed thickly. “Good.”

A beat of silence passed, and TJ tore his eyes away from Cyrus’ mouth, pointedly clearing his throat and staring at the table instead. His ears were practically glowing with embarrassment, which Cyrus found incredibly adorable. Just like everything else about him. And for once, he didn’t chase those crush-induced thoughts to the back of his mind. Instead, he looked at TJ and allowed himself to appreciate how wonderful he was, and just how much he cared about him. Those feelings didn’t scare him anymore. They excited him. And judging by the bashful, giddy smile adorning TJ’s endearingly flushed face, the feeling was mutual.  

“Anyway,” he said after a while, reluctantly letting go of TJ’s hand to wave at the banquet of muffins and baby taters. “We should probably make a start on all this.”

“Yeah,” TJ said, absently drumming his fingers on the edge of the table. “It’s not gonna eat itself, right?”

“God, I hope not… I have nightmares about that sort of thing.”

TJ laughed, and Cyrus felt it in his gut.

“We should steal golf carts more often,” he teased. “If this is what detention is really like.”

“It’s not,” TJ said. “But don’t worry, Underdog. If you want me to break into empty classrooms and prepare elaborate picnics for you more often, all you’ve gotta do is ask.”

“I might just take you up on that, you know?”

TJ met his eyes and smiled, without an ounce of insincerity. “Good.”

And, yeah. It really was.

The End.

~~~~~

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[anti-yandere-dev]

1) I rewrote the rivals to something that makes a bit more sense (Warning long message incoming): Osana- Kind of similar personality to what is already there. She’s less “tsundere” and more just aggressively cares about senpai. They became friends in middle school and have been inseparable ever since. She’s known him long enough to know that he sometimes forgets to take care of himself so she’ll often check to see if he’s gotten enough sleep/ eaten breakfast/done his homework. If he hasn’t thats

2) thats where the aggression comes from (“You idiot, you have to eat breakfast!”). Will often bring extra food because at this point she knows he’ll forget to eat. They’re very close and have many stupid inside jokes and they love teasing each other (in a loving way). They spend most of their free time together, and some of their other friends like to tease that they’re like a married couple. She THINKS her interest in him is romantic, but only because of the pressure from her friends/family

3) who think they should be dating. Amai (cooking club girl) - senpai character is in her club so he already has a friendly relationship w her. She is very friendly and very good at reading people. Always there to cheer people up, even if she isn’t particularly close with them. After the first rival disappears, senpai character is upset and trying his best to act like nothing is wrong, as he doesn’t want to bother people with his problems. She can tell something is wrong and goes out of her

4) way to make sure her friend is comforted. She has no romantic interest in him and is more concerned for her friend’s wellbeing than anything. Oka (occult club girl) - In this version there Is NO occult club, but her interest in those things remains. Because of her obscure interest, most students find her weird and don’t talk to her. A few girls tend to bully her and one day while picking on her Senpai happens to walk by and stands up to them for her. He apologizes to her for the bullies

5) actions and she asks why he helped her, his response is it was the right thing to do (or something like that). He helps her collect her books off the ground and sees one about demons or something and makes an attempt to start conversation by asking if this is the same as some demon from a video game or tv show and she kinda laughs and tells him those characters are loosely inspired by the original. After this event he starts hanging out w her more and they become fast friends. Her interest in

6) in him slowly becomes a romantic one, but her insecurities hold her back from acting on her feelings. Asu (sports club girl) - Senpai’s old friend from middle school, the two kind of lost touch/drifted apart after high school began. After the events of the weeks before she notices him and goes over to see how he’s doing. She lets him know that she’s here for him if he needs anything and the two start to reconnect. She convinces him to work out w her a little bit either before or after

7) school and she easily beats him as he is not in shape and dies after like one lap around the track and she definitely makes fun of him for this. Her friends tease her, pointing out how much time they’ve been spending together, asking if he’s her boyfriend, etc and she waves it off saying its nothing. One day when they’re alone and having fun the conversation gets kind of serious and he asks her why they stopped hanging out, she confesses that she stopped hanging out w him because of Osana.

8) She then tells him that the reason she avoided them was because she had feelings for Osana and that scared her. She then tells him that this is the first time she’s ever admitted that to anyone and he gives her a hug and says he’s glad she did. She has no romantic interest in him, but she’s glad she has her friend back. Kizana (drama club girl)- very into her appearance and what people think of her is very important to her. Very talented actress, and her club is very important to her. She

9) strives to make people the best they can be and encourages people to try new things. Senpai is her classmate and she’s always thought he was cute, and now that he has left the cooking club she uses the opportunity to try and convince him to join her club. Her superficial personality is kind of a turn off to him, but he reluctantly agrees to check out her club (mostly to get her to stop asking him). Once he’s there he sees kind of a different side to her, her passion for acting and how she

10) cares for her club members is endearing to him so he joins her club. She then finds out he is Terrible at acting and is like this won’t do, I will personally help you and she begins giving him one on one acting lessons. During these one on one sessions they get closer and she starts being more honest with herself around him. Romantic interest forms for both of them, and its fairly obvious it wont be long until they start going out. Mida (teacher) - ok in this version she is very different.

11) has nothing to do with her being a teacher! Senpai is one of her students, and after hearing about all of the events of the past weeks she is concerned for him and lets him know if he ever wants to talk about anything that she’s there for him. No romantic interest AT ALL, she’s simply a teacher who is concerned for her student’s wellbeing.Muja (nurse) - ok so the nurse is not needed?? I’m changing it to be senpai’s closest male friend. He’s incredibly worried about his best friend and goes out of his way to do ridiculous things to try and cheer his friend up/distract his friend from all the terrible things happening. Also tries to convince senpai to do some of these stupid things with him (sometimes it works). Kind of reckless and gets into trouble for doing stupid things and pulling pranks, but he’s got a big heart and good intentions. Really just out here doing his best. Kind of suspicious of all the events going on at school, since the people dying/disappearing all have some connection to senpai. Will probably ask him about this and will start trying to figure out who is doing all this. Has no romantic interest in senpai, he’s just making sure his best friend is ok!Osoro (delinquent) - Senpai goes to her first after his friend brings up the possibility of someone being responsible for the disappearances of the past rivals. He goes up to her and is like hey I think someone is following me and doing all this stuff and asks her if she would be willing to be like protection. He offers to pay her for it, but she feels kind of bad for this guy and says she’ll do it for free. She keeps an eye on him from a distance, watching for anyone suspicious. She also teaches him how to defend himself. The two form a weird friendship, and he gets to know her a little better outside of school, finding out she has a softer side (which he of course teases her about so she threatens to beat him up if he tells anyone). She has no romantic interest in him, she more or less sees him and is like oh no this is my son and I must keep him safe. She also has a girlfriend from another school that she loves very much (and is probably how he sees her softer side)Hanako (sister) - A year below senpai but still can act a little childish. She decides to become his “bodyguard” even though she is tiny and couldn’t harm a fly. Just wants to protect her older brother and see him happy again. He desperately tries to get her to stop, because now he’s paranoid that if she spends too much time with him that she might die, and he can’t risk losing her. Despite this, she still tries her best to protect him. Once she sets her mind to something there’s no changing it. Convinces her friends to help her protect her brother. ZERO interest in dating him (because ew gross!). Megami - She is incredibly smart, responsible and loyal. After everything that’s happened she is 100% convinced the person responsible for the rivals disappearances is a student. She spends all of her time with senpai, and if she’s not with him she makes sure someone is with him. Has all club leaders/teachers on high alert for anyone suspicious, as well as having all students on alert. Has talked to many students who were close with those who disappeared/died to see what they know and is close to figuring out who is responsible. Despite her being around him all the time, Senpai doesn’t really talk much to her, as he is afraid that if she gets close to him at all something bad will happen to her. He is now incredibly paranoid and afraid of pretty much everyone around him, at this point he’s just trying to finish the last week of the school year, otherwise he would be at home or would have transferred schools. Megami has no interest in dating, she just wants to put an end to this and to have things go back to normal (as much as they can).I’m sorry this is so long ashjkgsjh I just wanted to share it with you !

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No problem at all! I hope I got everything, and in the right order!

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#yansim au

[cactiem]

Rivalry (Part 1)

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: You and Sweet Pea hate each other but as you are both forced to work together that hate turns into something else.

GIF Not Mine

Part 1 -> Part 2

"Guys, settle down." The teacher urged the group of teenagers who sat before her to calm down. While she was doing that you were sat with your legs crossed going through the script for this year’s play, Grease. The door opened signalling a late comer to the group but you didn’t bother to look up. Not until Miss Davis said the kids name. "Sweet Pea, so glad you decided to join us." She said with a hint of sarcasm. Your head snapped up as you didn’t believe what you had just heard but sure enough Sweet Pea stood there. In the flesh.

You internally groaned when you saw him and when he saw you his face soured. To say the two of you disliked each other was an understatement. You found him irritating, and inconsiderate. Someone who doesn’t care about class but disrupts it for everyone else. He found you uptight and full of yourself. Someone who is tightly wound up all the time and can’t relax. The two of you just couldn’t get along for some unknown reason.

Sweet Pea sat down and immediately went on his phone, playing some game he had on it. What annoyed you though was that as you were trying to listen to the teacher talk about the play and give out instructions he answered an incoming phone call. "Oh, my god! Are you serious right now?" You exclaimed leaping up from your seat and storming over to him, taking his phone out of his hand and hanging it up. "If you don’t want to be here, there’s the door." You shouted pointing to the doors that he only minutes before came through.

"Y/N..." Davis warned but you payed no attention to her.

"What? He clearly doesn’t want to be here so why is he here? Why does principal Weatherbee keep making delinquents like him come to these after school clubs to learn 'discipline' or whatever bs he’s spouting? It doesn’t even work. That guy over there has been here three times now. It’s unfair on the rest of us who actually want to be here." You addressed. Many of students were ignoring your little speech but Sweet Pea sat there, slouched in his seat, with a smirk on his face. He loved getting under your skin.

"Y/N, don’t you think I don’t know that. I agree with you completely but this is just one of those things us performing arts people have to put up with." She sympathised with you completely. There was nothing that could be done as the school favoured sports over performing arts. It’s just one of those things. "Let’s get back to the task at hand. The play is Grease this year and auditions are being held today as well as parts for behind the scenes. Who wants a script and will try out for a part?" Davis asked the group. Your hand shot up immediately as did a few others. Sweet Pea also put his hand up knowing this will get under your skin and it did. You scowled when you saw him receive a script. He didn’t care about drama or the play so why was he asking for a script, you wondered. The only reason he asked for one was to annoy you but also prove you wrong.

Luck seemed to not be on your side as miss Davis partnered you two together. "Why are you doing this?" You whisper shouted.

"What do you mean? I love the performing arts." Sweet Pea grinned.

"Oh, please. You haven’t had any interest before today and you’re only here because Weatherbee told you to. So why are you here?" You asked again but before Sweet Pea could answer you were called to audition.

After everyone had performed and after some deliberation, the parts were announced. Right there, as clear as day was your name next to Sandy and next to Danny was Sweet Pea. He was the main character beside you. "What?!" You and Sweet Pea shouted. He wasn’t expecting to actually get the part.

"This must be some kind of mistake. I am not working beside him." You cried.

"There is no mistake, Y/N and if you don’t want to work beside him you could always drop out of the play or it could get cancelled altogether. I’m not making any casting changes and that’s final." Then Davis walked off leaving you fuming.

After auditions were over you went home where your best friend, Kevin, met you. You were pacing around your room as he sat on your bed flicking through a magazine. "I can’t believe this. This is ridiculous. I have to work with Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea who is irritating and-"

"Inconsiderate. Yes, you’ve said this like a thousand times before." Kevin said, his attention now fully on you. He was used to you complaining about Sweet Pea as you did it often. He could recite everything you said because it was often the same thing. "You know he’s only doing this to get under your skin. Besides you need to focus and kick ass in this play. College scouts will be there on final night." You nodded knowing Kevin was right. You just needed to focus and not let Sweet Pea annoy you. How hard can that be, right? You focus, you get a college scholarship, and you leave Sweet Pea and Riverdale behind.

Meanwhile, Sweet Pea was having a similar conversation with Fangs and Toni. "I can’t believe you actually got a part in the play." Fangs breathed out between laughs.

"Shut up, okay? I didn’t think I’d actually get it." Sweet Pea shot.

"What did you think was going to happen?"

"I don’t know. Not this. I thought I would- you know what, screw it. I’ll just drop out." Sweet Pea was definitive in his answer. He didn’t need to do this. He was successful in his task of annoying you.

"You can’t do that." Toni chimed in.

"What? Why?"

"Because, if you drop out then this play will get cancelled." Toni said but Sweet Pea still looked at her confused. She rolled her eyes, having to explain it to him. "This play means a lot to Y/N. I know you have this weird rivalry but college scouts will be there on the final night and this is the only chance they’ve got to get a scholarship." He took Toni's words in and considered all his options. Did Sweet Pea hate you enough to ruin any college prospects you may have?

The next day, during practice, you were shocked that Sweet Pea actually turned up. You thought he’d just drop out or something and if he didn’t you thought for sure he’d be late but no he actually was on time. The practices started off as awkward. However, as the weeks went on it got less awkward and the two of you actually relaxed in each other’s presence. You didn’t find him as inconsiderate as you previously thought and Sweet Pea didn’t find you as full of yourself as he previously thought. In fact he admired your dedication and work ethic.

It was just the two of you left in the hall and you were practicing the end scene. You were going through the dance routine, focussing on the steps but as you gazed into Sweet Pea’s eyes all of that washed away. The moves were coming more natural to you as it did for him too. The last line of the song came and Sweet Pea dipped you, bringing you back up after the song ended. The two of you in close proximity but neither of you made a move to distance yourself. Instead he leaned in and so did you, your lips crashing on each other. The only time someone pulled away was to breathe.

Once you did, it both hit you what had just happened. You stepped away, turning your back to him, as your fingers ghosted over where Sweet Pea’s lips were previously. "I should go. Toni is probably waiting for him." He said before leaving the hall and leaving you standing on the stage alone. Once Sweet Pea left the room he got his phone out and typed out a text to Toni, pressing send when he was happy with it.

Sweet Pea: I just kissed Y/N

Toni: Wait, what?! Meet me at the Wyrm ASAP!

When you heard the doors close you immediately got your phone out and shot Kevin a text.

Y/N: I just kissed Sweet Pea

Kevin: No way! Meet me at Pop's and tell me everything.

You put your phone away and headed to your car but as you did you couldn’t help but think about the kiss. Your characters kiss in the play, so that’s what it was, right? Just a kiss between two actors? But it felt more than that. You couldn’t describe it but it felt more than a fake kiss. You both didn’t pull away. Did this mean you liked Sweet Pea? That would be insane, right?

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[errantknightess]

A game for three

Chapter 1/3: Two nerds and a newbie

Pairing: Lavi/Allen/Kanda

Word count: 3,427

Summary: searching for his place at the new school, Allen joins a struggling karuta club -- and soon finds there’s much more for him to learn than just the cards and the game rules

[Read on AO3]

Allen roamed helplessly through the corridors, searching for anything at all to set him on the right track. His lousy sense of direction had thwarted him again. This school was huge, and the two weeks since he transferred hadn’t been nearly enough time to get used to it yet. How ironic, to get lost on his way to see the student advisor. Maybe he should ask him to draw him a map when he finally gets there; that’s one way he could definitely help him assimilate.

He wasn’t too sure which room Komui-sensei said he would be in. He wasn’t even sure he would be there at all. It was pretty late already, and the entire wing seemed dead. Allen strode briskly along the hall, peeking into each and every classroom he passed. All empty, not a soul in sight.

As he rounded the corner, the silence broke, punctured suddenly with a distant thumping sound. Intrigued, Allen decided to follow it;  so far, it was the only sign of anyone’s presence. The thumping continued, growing louder the further he went along the corridor. Soon, Allen started to make out other sounds, faint voices and some sort of – singing? It was coming from the last door just next to the staircase, pretty clear now that he stood right in front of it. Puzzled, Allen slid the door open a crack and looked in.

Something whizzed past his head at a dangerous speed and smacked loudly against the window behind him.

“Sorry!” a voice inside the room called. “Can you get that?”

Allen turned around and picked up the deadly projectile. It was a card – fairly big and springy, with a few columns of hiragana printed in a simple font. He turned it in his fingers with interest, so preoccupied that he nearly tripped as he stepped into the classroom. Grasping at the doorframe, he steadied himself quickly and tried not to look too embarrassed under the taxing gaze of the two students watching him from the tatami mat set out on the floor.

“Thanks.” One of them, a guy with an eyepatch and red hair of a delinquent, reached out his hand with a smile. Allen gave him the card and watched that smile grow even wider as he inspected it.

“See, Yuu, I told you! You got it wrong! This is The spring has passed, not If I lay my head. That’s another penalty for you! You’re careless today.”

“Whatever,” the other one snorted, his long dark hair flying as he snapped his head around to glare at Allen. “Hey, you! Be useful and get that one as well.” He pointed at another card laying under a desk by the door, seemingly thrown there with the same force.

“Yuu!” the redhead hissed with a slight panic. “You can’t order people around like that!”

“Then what the hell am I the captain for?” Yuu rolled his eyes and once again fixed them expectantly on Allen. The redhead cringed.

“He’s not even in the club!”

“It’s fine,” Allen minced out politely and bent under the desk to retrieve the card. It looked similar to the first one, but with a different set of lines.

“What withers and falls away in this place is I myself,” he read out loud, his eyebrows rising higher with every word. He looked up from the card, shifting his eyes between them, from the red hair and piercings to the murderous scowl. “… Are you a poetry club?”

“Something like that,” the redhead laughed and leaned towards him, eye glinting with curiosity. “Hey, you’re that transfer student, right? From England? Have you ever heard about karuta?”

“A little bit,” Allen admitted, glancing at the tiles spread out between the two of them. “It’s a card game, isn’t it?”

“It’s a sport,” Yuu growled with emphasis. “For fuck’s sake, we’re a sport club.”

The redhead laughed nervously.

“I know, Yuu, I know.” He turned to Allen again, his smile apologetic. “He’s right, it’s a sport, in the same way go and shogi are, I guess. You can play for fun, too, but it takes some skill to do it at a competitive level. The rules are pretty simple, though! After all, even kids play it, you know. Once you memorize those hundred cards, it’s a breeze. In the end, it all boils down to how quickly you can match the poem being read with the correct ending – not that hard, eh? By the way, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet! You’re a first year, so you go first. What’s your name?”

“Uhh… Allen. Allen Walker,” Allen said, his head reeling a little from this rapid speech.

“Nice to meet you!” The redhead grabbed his hand and shook it with joint-twisting enthusiasm, plucking the card from his fingers while he was at it. “I’m Lavi Bookman, and this grumpy prettyboy here is Kanda Yuu, our esteemed club captain.”

“Shut up, moron.” Kanda turned away, glaring at them with the corner of his eye. “We both know you should be the damn captain.”

“And we both know you need it more, Mr. I-Have-No-Social-Skills-To-Speak-Of-In-My-College-Application.”

“College?” Allen looked at them with surprise. “So you’re third years?”

“He is.” Lavi pointed his thumb at Kanda and lowered his voice to a conspiratory whisper. “I should be. Got held back a grade cause I was travelling abroad last year. Don’t tell anyone.”

“Everyone knows,” Kanda growled. “Now stop clowning around and get back to the game already.”

“Aye, aye, captain!” Lavi saluted and scooted back to his spot, but his eye was still fixed on Allen. “Hey, just a thought. How good are you with reading?”

“I can read, thank you very much,” Allen replied, offended. “I wouldn’t be going to school here if I were illiterate.”

“Relax. I meant loud reading,” Lavi chuckled, waving his hand towards the clunky CD player at his side. “I’m sick of the recordings. Let’s see how you’ll do with these.” He reached over to a nearby box and procured another deck, which he promptly thrust into Allen’s hands.

“What do I do with them?” Allen shuffled through the cards, taking in the colourful pictures and the crisp lines of kana.

“Just read the poems out loud, slowly and clearly. You can stop when either of us takes a card, just finish the line so we know which one it is.” Lavi cracked his knuckles and turned to Kanda with a wide grin. “Come on, Yuu! Let’s show the kid how it’s done!”

Allen cleared his throat and started reading, his voice wobbling uncomfortably. He didn’t even get through the first line when Lavi and Kanda both slammed their hands on the mat and sent the cards flying across the floor.

“It’s mine.” Kanda got up and went to pick up the card that landed the furthest, casting Allen a patronizing look as he passed by. “Speak up, Beansprout, we can barely hear you.”

Allen looked back at him with annoyance and deliberately raised his voice a little too much with the next card. Once again, though, he was cut off by the both of them pounding on the mat just three syllables in.

“Nice one.” Lavi smiled as Kanda took the card off his field and put it to the side. “Your guard is sharp as always, I see.”

“You could put up yours more, too,” Kanda grumbled. “Don’t let me leave you behind, idiot. I know you can do better than this. Stop being lazy!”

“All right, all right,” Lavi laughed, poking at Kanda’s hand as he straightened his cards. “I’ll take the next one, if you insist.”

Allen watched them over his cards, only partly paying attention to what he was reading. There was something mesmerizing in them, in this air of fierce focus shooting sparks between them as they moved, bent low over the mat, faces hovering just inches apart. He barely had any work to do there at all, it went so fast. Their hands cut through his words with the speed and grace of a tiger, taking the cards out one by one until just three remained, all in front of Lavi.

“Thank you for the game.” Kanda bowed deeply, his long hair obscuring his face as he touched his forehead to the mat. Lavi followed suit, though it seemed more like he just banged his head on the floor in frustration.

“I can’t believe you beat me again! Three times in a row! Man, this isn’t my day.”

“It’s never your day,” Kanda shot back, tapping his cards flush into a neat pile.

“You’re just too good.” Lavi sat up with a sigh and turned to Allen, his sour face lighting up immediately. “Nice job on the reading, by the way! Not bad for a beginner at all, I’m surprised. You should work on keeping the rhythm though, your intonation was all over the place. But you have a pleasant voice, even if it cracks a lot, and you breathe with your belly, that’s good.”

“Uhh… Thanks,” Allen said slowly, not sure if he should be more flattered or embarrassed.

“See, this is why you should be the fucking captain.” Kanda measured Lavi with a long glance, waving his hand in frustration. “I can’t do any of this… people shit.”

“Aww, don’t sell yourself so short, Yuu! You’re great at other things!” Lavi wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug, rubbing his cheek on top of Kanda’s head. “You’ve got this awesome, intimidating presence, you know! And a strong sense of leadership! And a proper Japanese name, let’s not forget about that. You’re perfect for the job! If I was the captain, no one would ever take us seriously at the tournaments!”

“We don’t go to any tournaments.” Kanda rolled his eyes and swatted half-heartedly at Lavi’s bicep to shake him off. “We can barely keep it up here. You heard what the principal said. Find more people, or we’re out.”

“But now Allen is here, so we’re good, right?” Lavi let go of him, only to throw his arm around Allen’s shoulders instead. “You’re not in any clubs yet, are you? Help us out and join here, how about that?”

“And what will I have out of it?” Allen freed himself from the embrace and looked at them both with a frown.

“Participation points?” Lavi shrugged. “It will look good in your papers. Plus, you’ll get to hang out with two coolest guys in this school,” he added cheerfully, leaning into Kanda once again.

“I don’t know…” Allen scratched the back of his neck, hesitantly eyeing the discarded cards between them. Sure, it looked fun, but could he do that? And was it okay for him to burden his two senpais with his lack of experience? Club activities were for people to have a good time with their friends. The last thing he wanted was to get in the way.

“I’m not really sure this is my thing. Sorry. I need to go.” With a twitching smile, Allen heaved himself up, brushed his pants off and reached for his bag.

“Of course,” Kanda scoffed with a nasty smirk, not even looking at him. “Didn’t expect anything else. At least it’s good that you know when you’re too weak to handle something, Beansprout.”

“Weak?” Allen turned to him in a blink, gritting his teeth. True, he had a similar thought just a moment before – but he couldn’t stand hearing it in this tone, from this guy. “What does weakness have to do with this? It’s a memory game!”

“That just proves how little you know.” Kanda crossed his arms, finally meeting him with a burning gaze. “I’ve told you, it’s not a game. It’s a sport. You need training and technique. Reflex. Stamina. Precision. And clearly, you don’t have any of these.”

“Oh, you think so?” Allen took a step forward and dropped his bag back on the floor, fists clenching. “Challenge accepted. Bring it on, I can show you just how much I’ve got.”

“It’s pointless,” Kanda scoffed. “Waste of time. You don’t even know the poems.”

Allen held his glare, his stomach twisting. Too late to back out now.

“It’s the One Hundred Poets, right? That classical anthology. We’ve discussed them in the literature class recently. I’ll give it a shot.”

“Oi, Allen!” Lavi piped in, his eye wide and shooting between the two of them. “Are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into? Yuu is a B class player. He’ll run you into the ground!”

“We’ll see about that.” Allen narrowed his eyes, still piercing Kanda with a furious look. Somewhere deep down, he realized he was on a straight course to disaster, but right then, he didn’t care. If he had to make a fool of himself, he’d rather do it trying than giving up.

“All right, then. Here’s a quick rundown of the rules for you, sprout.” Lavi scooted over to make room for him on the mat. “You get twenty five cards each. The first one to clear all of his is the winner. With me so far?”

Allen nodded, watching him shuffle the deck, cut it in half and in half again.

“Great.” Lavi pushed the two stacks towards them. “Here are your cards. Now, you put them in front of you and memorize the positions. Remember to pay attention to your opponent’s side as well, you’ll be taking his cards too.”

“Like hell he will,” Kanda snorted. “I’ll be damned if he can take even one in the whole match.”

“He might get lucky.” Lavi shrugged with a smirk. “You know sometimes it’s just guesswork and gamble as much as skills.”

Gamble. Allen lit up a bit, hopeful. That, he could do.

He placed his part of the deck in three rows in front of him, mirroring Kanda. The cards felt weird in is hands, thick and heavy and unfamiliar; still, he caught a glimpse of a few verses that rang a bell faintly – or so he thought. Allen glared at them with determination, doing his best to remember their positions and ignore the seething presence in front of him.

“Are you ready?” Lavi looked between them, impatiently fiddling with the reading deck at his side.

“Yes,” they replied in unison. Allen wiped his hands on his pants, anticipation tingling like steel needles on his dry tongue. Across from him, Kanda took a deep breath, his eyebrows knit together as he eyed the cards in front of him.

With a sigh, Lavi took the first card from his pile and brought it slowly to his eye. Allen barely managed to register the first word he read when Kanda already slapped a card out of his field with a force that sent it spinning to the other end of the room. Lavi leaned away just in time, clicking his tongue with reproach.

“Careful, Yuu! Wanna knock my other eye out?”

“Is that what happened to you?” Allen blurted before he could stop himself. Lavi just laughed, following Kanda with a fond gaze as he stood up to pick up the card.

“Nah, but I like telling people that just to mess with them. It’s fun to watch them get all shocked when they learn we’re actually best friends.”

“I can see that,” Allen muttered, just before Kanda returned to his place to hear it.

It went on much like he had seen in the match before. Kanda took the next card too, and the next two after that, lunging on them before Allen could even make a move. It got his blood boiling, his heart pumping faster, raising the pressure until he felt ready to burst. The frustration coursing in his veins made his head light, but his limbs felt lighter too – weightless. Matching Kanda’s swift movements, Allen started throwing himself at the cards with a newfound aggression. He was going in blindly, but it didn’t matter, just as long as he could be quicker than his opponent – just to get the card he was aiming at, just to swipe it right from under his fingers. His hand knocked into Kanda’s more times than he cared to count, always just a second too slow. Lavi’s voice, strong and oddly melodious, rose over the battlefield, a sharp contrast to their violent thuds and cries. Another card, and another – and then Allen finally got this chance. This one, he knew – he had read that line out himself not long ago.

He remembered.

And in a blink, he slammed his hand against the mat so hard it reverberated in his bones, hitting the card right in front of him and sweeping a couple others out along with it.

“Whoa, Allen!” Lavi cut himself off, staring at him with a proud grin. “Your first card! Congrats, man! It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Allen let out a heavy breath and squeezed the card tight in his fingers.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It does.”

It was not the turning point he was hoping for, though. This one small victory set him on fire, but it was merely a flickering flame compared to the roaring inferno he was faced with. A few more strikes, fast and forceful, and soon enough Kanda was giving him the obligatory bow of the winner, bent over his empty field with a neat stack of cards to his right.

“Don’t worry.” Lavi gave Allen a consoling pat on the shoulder. “You stood no chance against Yuu on your first try. Even I hardly ever get to win against him, and I’ve been playing for over ten years.”

“Wow, really?” Allen blinked at him in amazement and turned to Kanda, his frustration slowly dissipating into grudging respect. “Have you been playing that long, too?”

“More or less.” Kanda shrugged, looking right over his head at Lavi. “So, what do you think?”

“A little rough on the edges, that’s for sure.” Lavi tapped his chin with his finger, shuffling on the floor around Allen to look at him from all sides. “But you’re quick, and looks like you have a pretty good memory. You’d only seen those poems  in lit class and when you were reading out loud for us earlier, right?”

“Right.” Allen nodded, fidgeting under their insistent stares. “I guess a few of them stuck.”

“That’s great.” Lavi beamed, turning to Kanda with a shine in his eye. “Maybe he doesn’t know much yet, but he makes up for it with a hell of a fighting spirit. Some practice, and who knows what will come out of it!”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” Kanda flicked him lightly in the forehead before piercing Allen with a steel gaze again. “All right, so maybe you’re not as completely useless as you seem. And hell, we can’t be picky right now, anyway. You sure you don’t want to join?”

Allen hesitated. He thought back to the thrill of the game, the tension coiling up in him, the adrenaline-driven focus that sharpened his senses; and most of all, to the warm wave of satisfaction flooding his chest as he gripped the card taken right from under his opponent’s nose.

It was fun.

“I think I can try,” he decided, looking up at them with a small smile. “If you will have me.”

“Woohoo!” Lavi yelled and grabbed both him and Kanda by the shoulders, pulling them in a painful, awkward group hug. “Welcome to the team! Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you”

“You take care of him,” Kanda growled. “I’m not babysitting a complete newbie.”

“But Yuu! Isn’t that your responsibility? You’re the captain!”

“Yeah, and as your captain, I’m telling you to do that.”

“That’s mean.” Lavi pouted, poking Kanda in the cheek with his finger. “I’ll train him to kick your ass for this, is that what you want?”

“I’m counting on you.” Kanda gave him a punch in the arm, probably a light one by his standards, but it still made Lavi wince.

Allen watched them struggle for a moment, sinking back into the silence of the empty room. It was new to him – people wanting him to join them, to be a part of a team. Was there really something he could help them with? Even if they just took him because they needed members, it would be wrong not to give it his best. He still wasn’t sure if it was really a good idea – but somewhere inside him, the spark had already been lit, and now it was glowing faintly in his chest, warm and pleasant.

#dgm #d. gray man #fanfiction #and now for something completely different lol

[j97masaki-blog]

hey i really love your shoumob comic!!! can you tell me more about the high school au? (i kinda want to draw something like it if it's ok with you?)

OH BOY!!

Okay so I don’t know what else you wanna know about it because honestly I also have the barest minimum information before I start whipping out something new. Tho with that said, when put into words, the ideas will spiral down into too-long paragraphs so buckle up!

Shou did not go to middle school like normal children (because he was busy planning a coup and Touchy is an ass who didn’t pay attention to his own son). However, after cleaning up his father’s mess, he attended school as normally, pretty much skipping 7th grade, and stayed with his mother away from Spice City. He might not be as smart as Ritsu or Teru, but he managed to cram 7th grade studies while also following 8th’s and got to the next grade with more than enough score (his fanboys lackeys helped).

Long story short he did not get along well with his schoolmates. Mainly because he almost never hang out with them (needed all the times he had to catch up with studies) and the fact that his powers weren’t received well there (he once jumped to the second floor class when he was late and tried to help a student getting their coins under the vending machine by lifting it up). Remember that he doesn’t rely on his psychic power in his daily lives, but never shies away from using it either.

Anyway he wasn’t having fun with them, and decided it’d be better to be around his one true friend, Ritsu.

Silly Shou, however, never actually discussed this with Ritsu himself. He simply assumed Ritsu would apply to Salt High because: 1) he was a Salt Middle student; and 2) Shigeo is there.

For all his achievement, Ritsu received an invitation to study in White Vinegar High. He honestly never really thought about finding different highschool than Salt High, but he reckoned attending a school where he didn’t need to pay for would help his parents.

Teruki did not receive the same invitation (his delinquent days went on the record), but if he wanted to, he could easily apply to White Vinegar and got accepted. He chose to have a fresh start instead, and went to an all-boys school because he wanted to try living off the spotlight, away from girls’ squeeling glee. He’s in the IT department, but he likes hanging out in the arts department, and is the honorary member of almost every sports club.

Now Shigeo, he’s improved significantly from his middle school days. He’s better in studies, better in sports, better in social skills and simply overall better. Which means he starts to have his own presence. Which means people notice him. Which means some wrong people notice him. Barrier can never protect someone from words.

He does have friends tho. Friends he can count on to teach him things he doesn’t understand. Friends to have lunch and hang out with. Kind friends. But sometimes, kind friends are the people that keep theirs distance from others. People that aren’t nosy, doesn’t want to be a bother. People like Shigeo himself.

So he misses hanging out with brass people like Tome. People who don’t care much about personal space like his former club mates. People who aren’t afraid to say their opinions like Dimple. People who are willing to talk on a personal level like his shishou. People who slowly, quietly, surely, trying to peel his layers to get to know him better, like Teruki, like his brother.

And then came Shou.

Brass, loud, nosy, honest, carefree, optimistic, confident, attentive, talkative and honestly never understands what it means to have a personal bubble (he can most definitely talk 3 inches from your face for a very long time).

And so Shigeo’s highschool life is complete.

#honestly this is a bit too long don't you think? #btw about the draw thing #go right ahead!! #the internet is a free space so my shared ideas have become for all to see #do tag me when you actually use the setting i made tho because i definitely want to see it #ask #arsenicgrace #me writing #long post #thank you for the ask grace ily #mp100 #highschool!au #suzuki shou #kageyama shigeo #kageyama ritsu #hanazawa teruki #shoumob