鉄砲玉 八斎衆 (ⓐⓟ)

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Golden orbs stared up at the other with panic in them. He wasn’t seeing Atsuji though. Wha he was seeing was his nightmare. His hands were griping whatever was below him, his nails digging in. 

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“S-shit— !”

Appearance 

Touya isn’t one for fancy make up or anything, but he does enjoy wearing eyeliner. Which doesn’t exactly help his feminine appearance, but you know, fuck ‘em all. He tends to wear a very neat and sharp wing. He can toy with eye makeup because he’s talented in it. He’ll give himself all type of eyeshadow looks and different colored eyeliners. His favorite colors to use are gold, red, and black. Sometimes he’ll mix them together in some sort of pattern. He’s also very good at smokey eyes. He’s not sure why, but he is. He loves doing other people’s make up, so if you come to him and ask him to do your makeup, he’ll be thrilled. 

Hair is another thing he likes to mess with. His own? Not so much. He recently dyed his hair to a rose gold color. He normally doesn’t feel the need/urge to dye his hair, but for some reason he did. So he decided to dye it a less....offensive color. Instead of bright blue or bright pink (both of which would not look good on him) he decided to go with a rose gold color. He thought it would look good on him. And he was correct. It pleases him. He will also do other’s hair. He’s quite talented in hair despite not going to cosmetology school. Hair cutting is another forte of his. He could give you a complete makeover if he wanted.

“I’m....I’m not sure if this looks okay....”

He’s not talking to anyone. Just himself.  He’s standing in front of a mirror, playing with his hair. Freshly dyed hair. He inhaled shakily, his fingers combing through the now rose gold locks. He loved the color and everything. It was just the opinions that he would get for it scared him. 

He didn’t know why but the urge to dye his hair just rose up and he up and did it. He had tried to dye it in the past, but it didn’t look good. At that time he tried to dye it black, but it just didn’t go with his skin. 

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Kaminari curls himself up against Touya’s chest, making a cozy little spot for him to take a nap. It’s been a long day and he just wants to sleep for a while, before even bothering to attempt his homework.

With a contented sigh, he lays his head down in the concave of Touya’s ribs and closes his eyes.

“M'sleepin’ now. Night.” he mutters, pulling a fuzzy blanket up over them both for added warmth.

He doesn’t fall asleep at all. Instead, he simply lays there in contented silence and listens to the sound of Touya’s heart beating softly.

Yep, it’s official. Nap time with big brother is definitely Kaminari’s favorite time of day.

This kid was gonna be the death of him. He was so sweet. Touya owed him a lot, and this seemed like the best way to do it. A small hum rumbled in his throat as a hand came up to rest on Denki’s head. God this kid was so nice. He was glad that he was something like his little brother. Something he could finally live for and protect.

He sighs softly, looking up at the celling. It was so peaceful. Unlike being back at the base. It was so cold there. Cold and lonely. But being here with the kid. It was warm and cozy. Something that Touya always longed for. And now he has it. 

Last time he came back from Denki’s, he was heavily questioned by Mimic. Touya just told him that he found a long lost family member and Mimic backed off right away. Family was important to all of them. 

“Hehe…..S-sorry A….ama…..”

His words were starting to fail him. He grinned, some blood tricking out of his mouth. He had been just a little too careless on this mission. He thought that they had the upper hand, so he stopped giving it his all. He was pretty sure they were going to win.

Until someone came up behind him and stabbed him multiple times in the back and sides. He went down like a ton of bricks, hitting the ground hard. He had been laying in a pool of his own blood for what? Five seconds before he felt himself bing readjusted. His eyes had focused to see Tamaki above him.

“H…hey….remember….when you first join…..joined us? You were….a bag of an…anxiety.”

He let out a soft laugh, his head resting against the other’s chest. He knew he was going to die. It was bound to happen one day. He felt so damn tired. All he wanted to do was sleep. His stab wounds had gone numb, so he wasn’t even sure if they were still there. 

“S-sorry kid……I wanted…..to be there……for you……”

He smiled sadly up at Tamaki, his hand coming up to ruffle Tamaki’s hair. It dropped because he was starting to loose all feeling in his limbs. He shut his eyes, a couple of tears trickling out. He forced his eyes open, looking at the other through tears.

“Keep….livin’….o….ka….y…”

ˈaɡənē/

noun noun: agony; plural noun: agonies

extreme physical or mental suffering.

“Stop it with this death crap, man. No one’s dying today.”

Denki’s eyes widened when the man’s full face came into view. He had once assumed the mask was to hide hideous scars, or something of the like. But the man just looked? Normal. Something about that fact made his chest ache.

“Just take it easy and breathe. I’m gonna call my guy down here and he’s gonna fix those ribs. It’ll be fine.”

As he spoke, he popped his phone on and shot a text to Daigo. Good, bad, or otherwise, he couldn’t leave this guy here to die.

“What’s your name, anyway?”

“If I tell ya, you can’t go blabbin’ ta the police. ‘Ight?”

Touya wheezed out another laugh, the laugh quickly turning into a groan of pain. His hand came up to hold where his broken ribs were. His fingernails dug into his chest as he started coughing again. His golden eyes stared up at the kid, a certain sadness to them.

“Jus’ ....Jus’ call me Touya. It’s a stupid name I know. I get told tha’ everyday.”

A pained smile crossed Touya’s face. He quickly hunched over, his ribs feeling like they were on fire. He gasped out sounds of pain, his hair falling over his face. He started to curl up on himself, his sounds of pain growing more in intensity. 

“I-I can’t---”

It hurt so much to breathe. He assumed that a rib might have punctured a lung, but he wasn’t sure. His eyes filled with tears. No, he wasn’t scared or anything it was pure pain. Pain from his injuries, pain for staying in the Yakuza. Pain of living. He wanted to die right there on the spot.