Braces & Backflips

As the other entered and made himself at home (quite literally) and took a seat in the leather chair, he tended his head slightly to the side, pondering if Mizuta had any idea – the boy was hardly intelligent enough to catch up like that, or so the lanky male thought. But perhaps he was underestimating that man’s brain power. Either way, he seemed bemused about Tsuji’s question and thus causing him to chuckle airily, standing up from his own leather chair as he gestured lamely with his hand, moving over to walk to the window that was behind his own chair, looking out to the night. “Job.” Akihisa repeated; that’s all it is to the guy – a job. A duty, a task. For Tsuji, however, this was a life’s work. He had to put his blood, sweat and passion into it in order for his boss to acknowledge and admire him so much that he was no longer a little tag-along who had to do what he was told to – now he was someone with a leading position, a force to be reckoned with… and yet that black-haired wimp was trying to avoid the elephant in the room, trying to make it comfortable for himself —- what a pest.

“Is this what you think it all is to you – a job?” Turning around to look at the smaller, his eyes narrowed a little, though trying not to yell; he was not Arakita after all, he had to keep his posture, his composure, he had to look like a proper businessman, not like some kind of hitman… “To be frank: no, I did not call you for another job. And that’s the problem we have to face, Mizuta.” Referring to the other by his family name, he wanted to mark the seriousness of the situation, approaching the smaller as he leaned over him, grabbing the man by his shoulder and pressing him into the leather chair violently, digging his fingers into his skin as he shook him.

“I am losing money because everyone else has to pull you along with your slacking attitude!!! I am no longer accepting this behaviour!!! You keep talking about how you’re ‘Daddy’s favourite’ but that has long been surpassed!! Don’t you see it?! You have the position to make the most money – the only guy I provide!!! While the girls have to fight for every customer and have to practically beg to have someone mount them, you do not have the competition they have! And yet, you are not carrying it at all…! You used to give me the most income and now look at you, LOOK AT YOU!” In the end, he did raise his voice, pushing the man harshly into the seat before he stood up and gained some distance between them, not wanting to get physical to the point that he’d actually slap him —- it was infuriating. “I am covering for your ass to my boss, and he really has not the nerve to keep you around and make me look bad. It’s either me or you. And he’d much rather keep me than you, clearly. Do you really think I’m going to let you get away with that wanna-be-cute act of yours, so I’ll cover for you? You are in the wrong business then, honey. There is no mercy in the Yakuza and you should’ve known that beforehand…”

As much as he wanted to cool down, he was just still so mad at the other, he didn’t know how else to handle it than to actually speak his mind. “This is not a job if you’re doing it for the Yakuza. It’s a life’s work. You are in it with your blood and soul. You sold yourself to the devil, so stop slacking off, you heard me? I asked if you heard me!”

the fact that tsuji was so angry about him referring to his job as a job confused him. he didn’t think that it was something that he had to put hardwork into, but apparently the other thought differently. for mizuta, this was not something that held a lot of weight to him -- he was in no position of authority, nor did he have much responsibility. he didn’t understand the reason why he was being yelled at, especially since he walked into the office thinking that this was just him getting another job from the man and leaving with a date in mind. he wasn’t so naïve that he didn’t pick up the vibes that the boss didn’t really like him much, but he tried to keep himself from facing reality by lying about it to everyone else. he knew that he was by no means ‘daddy’s favorite’, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t tell everyone that he was. 

having the other turn to him, staring directing right at him with a look of distaste, mizuta sunk into the chair slightly to try and avoid being right in his line of sight. “that’s okay, i can find someone, i’ll go out to a bar -- or a club, somewhere. it’ll be easy!” he continued rambling on, even as the man was gripping his shoulders roughly. he wasn’t sure what else there was to do to try and calm the man down, if he had to scrounge up a job on his own just to appease him -- sure, it was dangerous to try to find them himself, but if he had to do it, then he would.

crossing his arms over his chest, he sat there and listened to the man’s lecture, knowing better than to interrupt him before he was done. it took a lot to hold himself back until he listen to all of it. “it’s hard to be excited when i know that i’m just going to be fucking some old, closeted old man that’s old enough to be my father -- grandfather even!” when tsuji’s grip tightened, he brought his arms up to cover his face on reflex, expecting the other to try and hit him. curling up even more in the chair, he tried to shield as much of his body from him until he backed away from him. “i can do better, i will.” the blonde said through sniffles, trying his best to keep the tears in his eyes. when the other spoke up again, he was more afraid to see what more the other had to say to him -- if he happened to get thrown out, he had no where to go. 

@noobuyuki

Despite being his boss’s favourite, really, he was chewed out for not making enough money as they should’ve, could’ve… going over all the expenses and the revenues, it hadn’t been the girls necessarily who were at fault —- quite frankly (and surprisingly so!) it was Nobu’s ‘fault’. Surely, that bugger loved to be slacking off, calling himself ‘daddy’s favourite’ and just… enjoying the privilege of, well, kind of being Akihisa’s favourite. If he wasn’t that valuable to him (and so close to his heart), he wouldn’t even let the boy work for him, ‘cause women would always make more cash in that business than men could. But he just… had that appeal, really, something he did not like to admit, but it was something that certainly had Tsuji’s head turning at some point. Perhaps still, who knows, but he was really not in the mood after being in such a predicament with his boss.

As he sat in his office space, it was a better place to discuss things with Mizuta than out on the streets or in the establishment – or a hotel room, it would give the boy all the wrong ideas why they would meet up. Once Nobuyuki arrived at the office, he wrinkled his nose and offered the boy to sit on a chair across the table with a mere hand gesture, not greeting him at all. 

     it was beyond mizuta to knock before entering the office, instead he opened the door as if he owned the place. it wasn’t like tsuji would care -- he was expecting the blonde in the chair across from him almost ten minutes ago, so it would hopefully make up for some lost time. curling up in the big leather chair opposite of the man’s desk, he searched the other’s face for some sort of explanation as to why he would have been brought in.

      Even if it was the truth and Mizuta didn’t do anything inappropriate to his jersey, he’d still doubt that. Tsuji knew he was a bad liar, but nonetheless, he’d rather make sure and wash it once the smaller returned it to him again. Just to be safe. Shrugging then, he turned away to look elsewhere, with the flat statement “Whatever.” before he’d walk outside the clubroom where everyone was waiting for the two of them already.

            And if it wasn’t audible what Akihisa had to say to their ace, it was loud and clear enough that the man received the usual mockery and rudeness from the first year. Nothing new. Even so, Tsuji had the cheek to tell the taller that if he was so eager to have him on training for today, he could easily lend him one of his jerseys for the day – despite the fact that the man would rather chop his hands off than wear them – though the rest of the conversation was clear that he had to participate in his school uniform then, receiving more comments about how it was his fault for being so forgetful, holding back the comment with Nobuyuki. 

                  He wasn’t even sure why he covered for that idiot and received the worst. He knew that the other would never do such things for him in return, if anything he’d leave the third year in his problems and watch him drown even. As much as Akihisa wanted to do the same to the blond-head, he just didn’t have it him… the loyal and reliant guy, that’s who he was, and who he would always be. Without any more words, he just got back into the clubroom to get his gloves and helmet, not even turning to look at the other, getting ready for their practice then.

   sometimes, it was truly hard to tell when tsuji was really, really angry with him, or if he was just mildly pissed off. with his facial features, he always looked angry . . . even if he wasn’t even angry. if they weren’t holding the team up enough already, mizuta would have grabbed the other & pulled him back into the club room, needing reassurance that he wasn’t really as pissed off as he seemed. but he decided against it. not only because of the time he’d already wasted, but because there was always the very real possibility that the man was actually as angry with the smaller as he seemed. sometimes, it was best to be ignorant to his true feelings.

it surprised the blonde when he wasn’t immediately ratted out to the ace as the reason that tsuji had no jersey for that day -- at least, he wanted to pretend that was the case. in all honesty, he had expected this. if there was one person who looked out for him ( even more than ishigaki ) it was tsuji. ishigaki had a sense of honesty, but tsuji knew what it meant to cover for other people . . . a martyr in a sense. even if mizuta wanted to pay the man back for the things that he did for him, he wouldn’t begin to know where to start. the man was careful enough not to get himself into petty trouble like the blonde always managed to. with no room for error, he had not place to try & cover for the other in return. 

@noobuyuki

Ever since him and his brother were somewhat stationed in Japan to make business with the Japanese Yakuza, he felt as if he had gotten to know all these interesting people! First Arakita-san, then Kuroda-san (whom he still wants to take out on a nice date and treat him to some good Italian food, so he would stop throwing all these food names against his head as if they were an insult!), Tsuji-san as well – and along with Tsuji, he got a glimpse of his workers, too. 

Prostitutes left and right. Shinkai was not into the kind of thing where people would do sex favours for money. If anything, amore had to be genuine and emotional, full of passion and fire. If someone spread their legs for a quick fuck, it was not the type of Italian love that he carried inside of his body. It was a business for the Yakuza, surely, but he really was not thinking too highly of it. Don’t get him wrong: he respected the women who worked in such a way to make some money, they all had their stories, life and reasons for deciding upon such a hardship… but he would not encourage such behaviour at all. If someone approached him to say that they’d work as a prostitute because they had nowhere else to go, he’d be the first to say, “But, love, you could do so much more. Let me show you how it’s done.” Sex was something magical, it shouldn’t be shared with just anyone, especially not for money.

As he was heading down the street in order to drop some documents at Tsuji’s office, he made his way towards the building and ran into a petite boy, barely a man in his opinion, he had such a frail and almost twinky body… the black-hair suited his face, though, he looked really cute. That’s when Yuuto stood in a manner to block the other’s way to exit the building, leaning against the door-frame as he chuckled. The skimpy clothing, the bruises on his arms and the evident hickeys on his neck, it seemed surreal, but that guy must’ve been one of Tsuji’s, right? A guy…? Now… now, that was wild. 

his job wasn’t necessarily rare, not in this area, but what was rare was to see a male prostitute. it was often only women that people thought were suited for this business, and that they were the only ones who were able to make money off of it. there was one small detail that they were overlooking. many men, even with wives, had been caught cheating on them with other men . . . it wasn’t an all too unfamiliar story. that alone made mizuta’s jobs come easily. there was a heavy influx of older men looking for other men to mess around with. it wasn’t the most romantic thing, but you could earn a pretty penny just because they were afraid of other people finding out about their affairs. it was a terrible thing to capitalize on, but there was many worse things going on behind closed doors around here -- infidelity was at least harmless.

mizuta didn’t dislike what he did either -- sometimes, it was completely degrading physically & mentally. but he didn’t have much of an ego to begin with, aside from the one that he wore as a show. he’d come from a family that didn’t place any worth on him & therefore, he didn’t place any worth on himself. no one was chasing him around with romantic intent & he wasn’t the kind of guy that was able to pick women up from bars ( considering he was as scrawny as a woman himself ) if he really wanted some kind of physical affection, this was the only way he was getting it. it was pretty risky business, but he knew that if anyone really did step out of line with him, he just had to let tsuji know & that person wouldn’t be partnering with him ever again. that was the positive of working under the yakuza, rather than a plain old brothel -- they still looked out for you as if you were one of their own. even if you were just a means for money for them, it was worth making a little less ( because of their cut ) just to have that safety blanket. rough sex was forgivable, but if someone deliberately beat up one of the yakuza’s cash cows, there would certainly be issues.

Send me a “✬” and I’ll generate a number (Childish activities version)

3. Having a snow ball fight

      Walking through the snow with the younger blond, he exhaled into his hands, despite wearing gloves he felt cold, watching the other walk around and skip through the snow. It made Ishigaki giggle, seeing Mizuta so happy and excited because of something as simple as the first snow of the year.

                 Crouching down quietly, he kept his eyes onto the other while he formed a small snowball into his hands, hiding it behind his back as he walked over to the boy with a smile on his face.

falling easily for his senpai’s trick, he felt his features turn as cold as ice underneath the snow. a girlish scream escaped him & he jumped back from the other. “YOU’RE SO MEAN, ISHIYAN!!” he couldn’t believe that he just did that -- it would have been expected from anyone else on the team, but he blindly trusted their captain. 

send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours: ☎  hugging them

                                                           “Ah– Nobu—-”

                 Being a bit surprised that the smaller tackled him for a hug, he snapped out of it after a few moments and chuckled to himself only to return that kind gesture to the blond-head.

♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.

                                                     “N-nnn-No——bu!”

                 He should’ve seen that one coming; knowing just how clingy and possessive that small goofball could be of him, he should’ve considered that Mizuta would go as far as to leave a hickey on his skin. And if it were just that, he’d deal with it just fine. Seeing how it was a bad spot to hide, Ishigaki couldn’t help but to freak out and move away from his counterpart, protecting the bruised skin with his palm as he stared back at the younger.

           “Come on, not fair. I never did that to you, only so you wouldn’t have to get laughed at by anyone at school… or stared at…” Without a doubt, Koutarou wasn’t ashamed for such a mark, but he disliked to have his reputation beaten down by something as ridiculous as a love bite. To him it was no one’s business but his own and his partner’s about what they were doing privately. And in first place he wasn’t worried about anyone getting the feeling something was going on between these two in particular. Even though his choice of words might’ve given away that vibe, but it was nothing the older worried about.

he couldn’t say that he was expecting ishigaki to be pleased with his sudden forwardness. mizuta knew that he definitely left a large mark on the other’s neck, in a place that was a little more than visible. it was nice to hear those kinds of sounds coming from his senpai, but it was probably not worth the lecture that he was expecting to get from the man. it was even worse when he made a point to move away from him . . . causing mizuta’s heart to sink. it was meant to be a playful gesture, not a means to scare him away. 

it felt terrible to be lectured after simply trying to show his affection. even more - so to have ishigaki say that he was going to be made fun of & given a hard time over a hickey on his neck. biting his bottom lip, the blond didn’t know how to even begin to apologize for stepping over his boundaries -- especially in a way that would come to embarrass the man. he wanted the other to be happy to display their relationship on his body . . . certainly, mizuta would do so. but ishigaki was a lot more tasteful about his relationships. he should have known that. 

Send 😈 to slam my muse against the wall and bite into their neck with lust

“M-M-M-Mizuta-kun, w-w-w-w-what are you d—-” Before he could even finish his sentence, Onoda squealed from feeling teeth sink into his neck, breathing heavily as he felt the burning sensation, trembling all over. The boy was like a small puppy —- he couldn’t hide his reactions very well, he’d just offer them on a silver platter to anyone who was in charge of him. Though it hurt a little, he also was used to rougher treatment thanks to a certain lanky guy —— so there was nothing but small whimpers and whining, probably the exact thing Nobuyuki wanted to hear.

mizuta wasn’t used to such reactions -- considering he was much like onoda. a puppy, not able to hide his reactions when it came to inappropriate gestures. he was 100% used to being a bottom, so taking control & sinking his teeth into the boy’s neck was something new to him as well. sure, maybe a love - bite with braces like his was a stupid idea, but it was definitely worth the reaction that he elicited from the smaller. now he had a vague idea about just why tsuji enjoyed doing this so much. being able to make someone make those sounds was truly amazing!!

“So… what exactly should that be, idiot?”