経験豊富なバイカー

it took an unreasonable amount of time for imaizumi to get the point across that he wanted the boy to move in with him. it seemed that no matter how many hints that he made, sugimoto just wouldn’t understand what he was trying to do. he hated to see him wasting so much money just to stay in such a grimy apartment when he hard a large, spacious & very expensive place that was far too big to only be occupied by one person. certainly, having an excitable presence would liven up the place and make it seem less lonely. he’d gotten the other to bring a good amount of his belongings over to his place, but no matter what – it seemed as if he was trying to delay the process. there was no way that he could be so naïve as to not see what he was implying. 

finally, after a few months ( and a lot more hints ), it seemed that sugimoto finally understood just why he was pushing him to keep so many of his belongings at his house. now, they were able to see each other daily on an informal basis – the first time that imaizumi was seen without a suit on was the first time that he got the other to sleep over. when it came to going out in public, he was pressured to uphold the look of a traditional yakuza member, not to mention that without such a modest outfit he would have tattoos peaking out from beneath his clothing. 

even if he didn’t bring it up, it seemed that the other was beginning to seem a bit less stressed since he moved in. while imaizumi wasn’t trying to shove it in his face that he was making far more money ( in not so fair ways ), he couldn’t stand not being able to care for the other. no matter how sugimoto wanted to contribute to the rent & such, just not to seem like he was mooching off of the yakuza member, he was always refused. he had more money than he knew what to do with, so taking anything from a recovering college drop - out seemed too cruel.

the room became numerous times more silent when the other dozed off, only the soft sounds of the tv played in the background. most found it annoying how much the boy would speak, but with imaizumi he made up for his serious lack of conversation skills. the more that he babbled, the less that the taller had to speak. it worked out rather well for the both of them. peeking down at the other’s resting face, it was new to see him so calm. it was as if the only time that he was truly relaxed & de - stressed was in his sleep. running his hand through the smaller’s hair, it was times like this where he couldn’t stop himself from showing such vulnerable affection. while the boy was awake, he showed his cruel side ( out of habit & fear that he be considered weak ). though, when the other fell asleep, he was quick to be gentle and loving. leaning down to pepper soft kisses all over sugimoto’s soft cheeks, it was when he finally moved to his mouth that the boy began to stir. immediately, imaizumi pulled back with his eyes wide – his expression a mixture of embarrassment & an obvious look that proved he got caught doing something he’d rather not have been.

As much as he had gotten used to the changes of sharing an apartment with no other than a Yakuza man, the question remained: why? Honestly, Sugimoto didn’t consider himself a good room mate (especially since he was hyperaware of how much he was talking at times and how annoyed people had gotten over him for the lack of understanding when he was supposed to shut the hell up), and even more so, he was not exactly a good-looking, cute girl that could’ve tickled the man’s fancy, right? Surely, when they get together to watch movies or just relax, it became a natural thing to lay close to each other, or even having Terufumi’s smaller frame atop the other (just as right now), but the dense boy just didn’t understand the romantic essence behind it and simply thought that perhaps they had been really close friends. 

Undoubtedly, he found the other attractive in a more-than-friendship-y way if he had to be frank ---- but he was not speaking his mind about it, fearing that it could’ve pushed the other over the edge and have him decide that the smaller had to move back into that rat-hole where he previously resided. No thank you! He much rather swallowed any emotions and kept them to himself than urging any kind of faux-pas situation and crossing his line.

What gave him even more reason to keep to himself had been the fact that the two of them were never seen in public together; Imaizumi was super serious about his appearance as a Yakuza (which he respected completely) -- but on the other hand, it really felt staged to be homey and somewhat intimate (in the sense of sharing the same living space and even lying close together like that, he could swear that this was something only couples would do, but he shoved the thought aside quickly), while the taller kept it between the two of them and didn’t let it seep out to anyone else. Terufumi was even too frightened to tell his father and brother about how he was now living with a scary Yakuza, because he did not want to cause mayhem and evil consequences directed towards his only family. As much as he was so close to Shunsuke, he wondered just how true it was that they had been close, and whether or not this had been nothing but a ploy for something bigger. As naive as he was about things, he also did not lack the brains to think about possibilities that could unfold before him.

He hardly noticed the man’s kiss to his face due to only waking up slowly, but steadily -- his eyes eventually glanced up to the other’s rather flustered expression, wondering what may have caused this -- but all in all, it was a rare, pure and pleasant sight on the usual serious-looking Yakuza. “おーはーよぉー” The smaller male sing-songed quietly, despite the fact that it was still the same evening/night, he pushed himself up and mindlessly (out of a fleeting feeling) placing a peck right onto the other’s lips. 

Though right after, he sank down again and placed his heavy head against the other’s collarbones, sighing deeply. “How long was I asleep, how much did I miss of the movie?” He then asked with a weak voice, eyes still closed and still unaware of how he had just kissed the other bluntly (when usually he was way too coy to even consider it, though sooner or later he would have a full-on panic attack about it, rest assured!), half of his mind still in dream-land. 

@sxgimoto​

banging on the door with his fist, a wave of irritation began to spread over imaizumi when the tenant wouldn’t open the door. normally when this sort of thing were to happen, it meant that they were trying to avoid the punishment for not having enough cash to keep the yakuza off their back. if someone weren’t to be home, they would usually leave an envelope inside of their mail box. though, this man’s mail box was completely empty & he wasn’t answering the door. pausing, he tried to listen for footsteps – any sign that they were home & not answering. in his pocket, he had a master key for all of the apartments ( their boss was smarter than to pay for broken doors at the end of every month ). if this persisted, he would have to enter whether they wanted him to or not. 

this sort of job was incredibly irritating to him, it was like babysitting a bunch of scum bags that couldn’t afford to live anywhere else. a lot of people joked that he was given this job because they found it so humorous that him & arakita looked alike, so why not give them the same job while they were at it? though – thinking more rationally than it all being one running joke, imaizumi assumed it was because he had the advantage of height ( like arakita ) and he had a rather scary looking face ( also like arakita ). in his mind, these were the criteria for being assigned this kind of job. it required intimidation & what better way to do so than a tall, scary face to look down on their tenants. of course, this wasn’t all that they did, it was more like a chore that they had to do at the end of the month – aside from that period of time, he was usually doing something a little more fun than arguing with losers for cash. 

Sugimoto really hit a low a long, long time ago. Usually, when this aggressive black-haired guy came to pick up his rent, he made sure to make him feel like vermin. Surely, most of the people who ended up being tenants with the Yakuza hit a low in their lives that was almost impossible to change back into normality. But for Terufumi, it was his own choice.

When he started going to college about a year ago, he was not only one of the best, he also knew exactly that he’d excel at what he was doing. Languages and teaching them to people, it was very fitting for him; someone who rarely shut up and who really couldn’t be stopped to share his knowledge with others. More so, he was always willing to learn more and more and expand his knowledge to the extreme. Things could’ve been so well, if it wasn’t for the worst to happen to their family.

After years, his father had been released from his job because the company wanted to save money on employees and expand on other levels. Even though his father had found a job quickly, it was not paying as well and the hours were inhumane. Sugimoto being the good-hearted boy he always had been, he couldn’t just watch his old man work himself to death in order to provide his two sons the kind of education they wanted. Instead, he took it upon himself to take up another job... and another... and another... helping his family financially as much as he could -- doing as much as he was capable of. Until he had to realise that being a full-time college student and taking up 6 different jobs in order to not pay as much taxes (some jobs he took up without getting registered either, which was considered illegal, for the sake of not paying taxes whatsoever, but nobody had to know!) -- it wouldn’t work. He only had 24 hours a day and only had this much capacity as a single human being.

Therefore, he decided to drop out of college in order to save money instead of buying books and needing to pay tuition ever semester. Which also meant that he had to change apartments... and the only ones that were (more or less) affordable were the ones that had been owned by the Yakuza. Run-down, disgusting apartments, someone like Sugimoto who loved to keep his surroundings clean nearly freaked out, though he was able to make it look rather... homey, within the range of possibilities of course. 

These changes led to more lies. ‘Oh, I just changed locations because the dormitory expanded!’ -- ‘Oh, I studied ahead, I am able to work more hours now, don’t worry!’ -- ‘An experienced college student such as myself knows how to efficiently use his time wisely!!!’ -- each time, he felt as if his tongue was chopped off from the nasty lies that oozed out of his mouth, dripping down like toxic, staining everything below him, like acid making him lose his ground more and more until there’d be a hole to swallow him whole. Until then, he had to juggle the lies and make them appear reasonable, attempting not to make them sound suspicious or contradicting. 

As of now -- he meant to send extra money to his family because Sadatoki had to buy new books and Terufumi was eager to help out as the older brother, of course. Under the condition that his younger brother would not tell their father about this extra cash. The result was, of course, that he couldn’t pay the rent in full, thus going to one of his employers, practically begging on his knees that he’d need advance payment in order to pay his rent. After a good amount of begging, sobbing and bowing repeatedly -- until he felt all dignity fall from his face -- he got the amount he needed and was on his way back to the apartment to not run all too late and hand the money needed to the collector as usually.

Though, once he rushed up the stairs of the complex and arrived at his floor, he noticed that the door to his apartment had been opened. “NNNNHNNN!!!” Running over as fast as he could, despite panting like a walrus already, he walked a good marathon instead of waiting for the next bus or train, hardly eating anything for days, even making rations out of a single instant ramen package in order to get by, he really was out of shape like that. With a little too much force, he basically slammed against the door and moved inside, already seeing the tall figure (who had replaced the more-so aggressive collector, despite their similar looks, this one had a more sinister and sadistic feature to his face, while the previous one simply came off as a complete brute), he bowed deeply to the man, if he bent any more, his face would reach his knees.

despite the scary expression on his face, internally imaizumi was laughing it up — what a position. a smile cracked on his features, but with the lighting & atmosphere, it looked more menacing than humorous. the way that the boy panicked, squirming around like a bug stuck on it’s back, it was only more hilarious. this boy certainly didn’t look like the type that was able to jump a fence, and right now wasn’t the ideal time for him to start practicing. it wasn’t only his appearance that was dorky, everything about this boy just radiated with it. looking down at the other’s head dangling down, his creepy grin only grew a bit wider & a laugh escaped him. there wasn’t many things that made imaizumi laugh, but when it came to other people being put in bad situations such as this he couldn’t help but get a laugh at someone elses’ expense.

many people commented on the way that he didn’t fit the bill for a gang member — his features were that of a male model, or an athlete favored by women. this was something that arakita seemed to think he forgot & felt the need to remind him each time they saw each other. though, looks were deceiving, his personality was no where near as charming as his looks. he had the rotten personality & sadistic tendencies that showed he fit in better with the scum of the population, rather than the upper class. on the other hand, he didn’t have to worry whether or not this kid was just lying to him again. he claimed to be a college student, which he appeared to be one. there was no way someone like this was an adult with a steady job yet. he still had much more maturing to do — both of them did.

when the smaller began to start crying,  imaizumi felt the irrational urge to pull out his phone & take a picture of the sight … or even. a video of the way he was whimpering and begging, while in such a vulnerable situation. he was surprised that the boy was this scared when he hadn’t even pulled out any sort of weapon. some people were just that weak - willed, or his was just far too insensitive. he wasn’t in any place to decide which was which.

terufumi sugimoto? that name sounded a lot more realistic, at least it was a japanese name rather than chinese. regardless, it wasn’t one that he recognized a threat. “quit your whining.” he said, easily lifting the boy up & placing him down on the ground. “you’re not worth the mess anyways. i’m not looking to kill stupid college kids.” waving his hand, he huffed. “as if i need your fuckin’ money.” imaizumi hadn’t joined a gang to gain anything materialistic. he simply wanted freedom — escaping from his sheltered, silver spoon life was the best choice that he ever made. after stealing a decent amount of his family’s savings, he ditched & went underground. he had enough that he didn’t have to work a day in his life, so long as he didn’t spend his money generously. there was leeway for some things, but overall he tried to keep the majority of it saved.

staring at the boy’s teary - eyed face, now that he was standing on flat ground, he still looked like a deer in headlights. he was rather small & cute — especially that high - pitched tone that he took when he was sobbing & whining. “you do know, people can’t walk you home if you don’t want them to know where you live.” imaizumi said blankly, referring to his earlier statement.  he was fully aware that sugimoto meant that he didn’t want him specifically to know where he lived … — but the teasing didn’t end the moment that he was back on the ground. the taller liked to take any chance that he go to take a jab at others.

While he saw the other’s smile eventually turn into laughter, Sugimoto panicked even more -- what was so laughable?! Was it the fact that he looked like a complete moron upside down, stuck on a fence? Or was the other already planning on how to kill him?! His heart was beating faster and faster which did not help the fact that the blood kept on being pumped quicker to his brain and making him dizzy even more so.

Once he had cooperated with the stranger, the man told him to zip it up, which he did quickly (though, still whimpering behind pressed lips, but meaning to be as quiet as possible about it), he was even put back onto his feet to his own surprise, though the sudden change in posture surely made the world around him turn and twist, almost making him nauseous so he had to stumble backwards and lean against the semi-broken chain-link fence behind him, exhaling shakily. It was visible that he was trembling all over his frail body -- he was nothing compared to his counterpart, he hardly looked like he was exercising, the only thing he ever did was cycling around town -- his arms weren’t toned at all and his shoulders were as small as they could be on a boy. 

The more the other explained, the more it was evident to him -- so he was looking for another gang guy, huh? Sugimoto was quick to sell himself out on that. “A-Are you looking for some opposing gang guy? I’m an e-experienced undercover bait, if I do s-say so myself, hah... I... I could be of help...” If anything, he just wanted to run back home as fast as possible ---- but he doubted that he’d get a chance to with that guy around. So, if it meant to be on the other’s good side, he’d try his hardest to survive. Even if it meant to work for a shady gangster. Perhaps, Terufumi was just way arrogant to see that he had no skill whatsoever to be in any way, shape or form useful to the bousouzoku, really.

Though, it was even more surprising when the taller recalled his statement from earlier, widening his eyes in confusion as he thought about the reason for rubbing it into the man’s nose. Sugimoto was way too naive to read any interest into it ---- he was hyperaware that nobody liked him and that he had to be loud and obnoxious in order to not become invisible next to everyone else. Of course, being both loud and obnoxious usually came with the result of being unpopular, avoided -- hated even -- but that was good enough, as long as he would not step down to become as invisible as he used to be when he was younger. After all, he had to be recognised -- for the sake of impressing his younger brother. A big brother couldn’t be lame and unimpressive... he had to offer some kind of coolness... and if it meant to annoy the hell out of everyone else around him, then so be it.

as the boy’s frog hopped on by, causing destruction in it’s path, he couldn’t help but jump back. a potion, stationed atop a flame was knocked over rolling & spilling it’s contents across the counter. he had to be kidding !! he was working on that stupid potion for the entire class period now. watching as it spilled all over was inhumanly cruel!! 

                                                                  “h–hey!!!”

“GET OUT OF THE WAY OR CATCH IT, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHiiiiijjjjjjaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA–!!!!” 

Making the weirdest kinds of sounds as he rushed after his pet, he was just not quick enough to catch the thing, he already heard the teacher yell out his name with fury; that’s until a Hufflepuff took it upon himself to catch that poor animal. But the face that brunet bore was anything but the face of someone who wanted to be helpful —- it was the face of someone full of anger and disbelief.

“HNNNNnHNnnnnnnnn???” The boy almost snarled at the other, though more so in self-defence and kind of because he was frightened. But – do not fret – his old self was instantly showing again as he raised a finger to the air, trying to be Mr. Know-it-all. “Aha, dearest Hufflepuff student; no way would I bring a pet to class for it’s clearly against the school rules. As an experienced spokesman of the Ravenclaw house, I would not dare to be such a rascal. My lovely Toadzumi just crawled its way into my cape unnoticed – no crime done, no crime done, hahaha…”

HGHGFHFDK I MADE THIS LIKE TWO YEARS AGO