SHSL Yakuza

Ask Meme | Accepting | @minarai-tantei​

send “mistletoe” for our muses to get caught under mistletoe!!

          He was going to punch whoever decided to have a school holiday party, and whoever put up these goddamn mistletoe underneath every door way. He just done his best to avoid leaving a room when it was particularly busy, but he knew this was bound to happen. Luckily for him it was just Saihara who he got caught with, so really this wasn’t the worst option. 

Ask Meme | Accepting | @kyokoicism

send “mistletoe” for our muses to get caught under mistletoe!!

          This was definitely not his fault, he just happened to walk through the doorway and pause because he noticed his shoe was untied. What he hadn’t accounted for was the fact that someone else would be trying to go through at the same time he stopped and that someone put a goddamn mistletoe above the door.

Fatal flaw: Your brutal honesty.

You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honorable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.

Ask Meme | Accepting | @checkeredliar

send “mistletoe” for our muses to get caught under mistletoe!!

          Fuyuhiko really should’ve expected Ouma to pull something when he arrived at his dorm. The other teen had suggested that he should come over and see all the ‘evil stuff’ he had planned to be built in the future. And being slightly curious about it, the yakuza said yes, he really shouldn’t have though. The brat was a damn liar so he should’ve known it was a trick.

       it was an EASY day for her, filled with the simplest of prey to hunt. SERIOUSLY – it always amazed her that people would line up to face her time after time again, as if it could not SETTLE in their simple little minds that she was simply better then them. though - she could not FAULT them for longing to topple her as queen. if she were in their position she may do the SAME. but the fact was she had simply EMASSED quite a bit of money from classmates.

      but as they DWINDLE down, her scarlet gaze shifts to one of the lingering classmates. oh yes – she had NOTICED him watching her matches as if he needed to see her ability with his own eyes. a hand raises to cover her lips as a small SMILE surfaces.

           “ certainly you are not PLANNING on challenging me as well, DESPITE your position. you have WITNESSED what happens to those who oppose me. “

          As people started to slowly trickle away he realized he was the only person left, damn, where had the time gone? How long had he even been watching?

Though he was about to turn on his heel and walk away, he was soon called out about his lingering throughout her time crushing their schoolmates. He raised a brow at the question before smirking, “Listen I’m great at gambling but I can admit I’m not as good as you, so I’ll have to pass this time. Not really into losing my money right now.”

Cleaning wasn’t an issue; in fact, Hinata found out that menial tasks are somewhat relaxing but he wasn’t going to tell the others or they might end up piling all the hard work on him and ditching.

❝ That’s true, and it’s going to be much faster. Thanks.❞ Before the short gangster could change his mind, Hajime offered an apron ❝You don’t want to ruin that suit of yours, would you? ❞

It might be a little of hard work, but Hajime was actually pretty excited. After all, there will be a party to welcome their friend. And hopefully, no-one will get stabbed this time.

          As soon as Hinata passed him the apron he was almost offended, because why the fuck would he wear an apron? He’d sort of forgotten that he was still wearing his suit, not that he’d admit that out loud. “Right.” He cleared his throat and snatched the item from his friend, quickly putting it on and tying it.

A strong hand yanked him forward by his shirt, and Kokichi found himself incredibly close to Fuyuhiko’s face. Wide-eyed from surprise, he stumbled at first, but quickly regained his balance—and sure enough, another cheeky grin curled the corners of his mouth. He’d been expecting a punch, or maybe a rough shove that would push him back against the wall, but not something like this. So far, this was more interesting than either of those other options.

He didn’t flinch under the yakuza’s glare despite how close they were, nor did the words yelled in his face make him want to pull away. Maybe he was getting close to pushing things too far, but since Fuyuhiko hadn’t actually done anything other than grab him…not yet. He was far more entertained than scared. “Hmm…. Not bad, but I didn’t think you would want to be this close to an evil supreme leader like me.~ You know, as close as our faces are right now, it almost seems like you’d rather kiss me than punch me.”

          Fuyuhiko had never felt so mad in his life, even his body was shaking slightly with rage. But he didn’t get it, if he was so mad, why didn’t he just fucking hit the kid? Then just when he thought he got Ouma to shut his mouth, he had to go and open it again. The words alone caused him to pause everything momentarily. “Where the hell did you get that idea from?” That was certainly not the response he was expecting, he thought it was going to be along the lines of ‘don’t hit me please, I’m fragile and stupid!’

@gckudo

To protect their employers Kirumi often meddles with criminals. Aiming to stop their bothersome antics to maximize her master’s happiness. With no intention of becoming an outlaw herself the tactics used are legal. Once an entire group was converted into a butler company under her guidance. Legalizing hooligans and providing services to the city. It was no surprise a reputation brew beneath her shoes.

“That group? If I recall correctly, I did serve them for a while.” Kidnappers that captured the master’s daughters were likely to strike again, hence why they were stopped. 

Fierce green eyes examined every aspect of the boy before them. Her memory was quick to recall. Yakuza leaders were quasi-celebrities after all. “Are you in need of my assistance? I’d be my honor to help the yakuza.” 

          This whole situation was odd, who hires a maid to do their dirty work? His father had forced him to go meet with the person he hired to do what? He actually didn’t know. But apparently according to his dad Fuyuhiko wasn’t active enough in the family business, even though he frequently helped and worked with members. So he got stuck doing this lame job and he wasn’t even sure what the real goal was, just that they were trying to dig up dirt on other groups.

His eyes studied the maid just as much as her eyes studied him. Seriously what could she even do, she looked more like a mom than someone who apparently spent a lot of time with various criminals. “Well whether or not we need you depends on what you can offer us.”

And soon enough the bother appeared in the form of a certain Supreme Leader. He popped up seemingly out of nowhere, with how suddenly he stood right next to him, grinning from ear to ear, hands behind his back like he was scheming. 

“Good day senpai~!”, the way he said that sounded almost too teasingly. He wasn’t actually being polite at all, especially not with how he forced himself into his face.  “All by yourself today? You don’t need a guide back to your classmates, do you?”

          “Hi.” The underclassman hadn’t even been in his presence for longer than 30 seconds and he can already feel himself getting annoyed. He leaned back slightly so Ouma wasn’t so in his face, why did this kid think he can just bother whoever he wanted to?

          “Damn right I’m on the nice list, that fat bastard knows what would happen if he put me on the naughty list.”

@gckudo liked for a starter! [ no longer accepting ]

      “Ah! There you are, Kuzuyruu!” 

     Nidai approaches the smaller male at a brisk pace. He had something he really wanted to ask him. Something he had a question about– his title. And what exactly it pertained. Someone like Kuzuryuu wasn’t quite the image that came to mind when one thought of Yakuza. He wondered if the other’s family possibly put him through some sort of training or if there was something else that was more in need of than power or muscles. 

          Fuyuhiko had been on his way to his room to hide away for a bit and ‘recharge’ his social interaction meter, but was stopped before he could get there by a familiar voice calling to him. And there wasn’t any questioning who it could’ve been. Letting out a sigh, he glanced over his shoulder at the other.

“Here I am. What do you want?”