#banchojo

KOICHI LETS GO TO TOKYO DISNEY YEAH???/

Rohan: No son, your other dad Josuke is making a nice dinner at home.

Rohan doesn’t know why he even tries to bother with Josuke. HE HATES HIM. How he so often ends up at the artist’s house, he doesn’t know. He can’t even explain why he opens the door for the boy each time when he knows most of their time together will just be bickering. Whether it’s just the two of them or they’re out with their friends (a term Rohan chooses to use loosely since Koichi is his only friend, truthfully), the argue. Though their relationship is much less hostile now, there’s still animosity. 

(Something else too, perhaps, that keeps drawing them together. Maybe they’re hatred-soulmates—as in they’re destined to each others enemy.)

Today is no different from the rest. They’ve been spouting off at each other for at least 10 minutes now and there’s no end in sight as Rohan jabs a finger into the taller boy’s chest, glaring and snarling up at him. At this point he’s not even sure what the argument was initially about. All he knows is he’s right and Josuke is wrong because he said so, and that Josuke is a complete and utter asshole and HE HATES HIM. 

HE HATES HIM SO MUCH HE WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO PUNCH HIM IN THAT PERFECT JAW OF HIS. 

Of course he doesn’t. Rohan doesn’t want to enter any physical altercations with josuke because he knows the boy is much larger and stronger than him. That doesn’t stop him from saying it, though, along with a slew of other insults. 

“—feel like a broken record. I hate you, I don’t know why I still let you into my home which, by the way, I’m still fucking A N G R Y about you burning down. You’re nothing but a brat. You’re an insufferable, cocky asshole that never listens and always—” 

And he drags on like that, listing insults left and right as he raises his voice, not stepping down. He’s actually pretty close and damn near in Josuke’s face. He doesn’t care if it sounds like he’s yelling into Josuke’s ear—he wants him to get this through that thick skull of his already.

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❝ aahh... interesting-- ❞

hair? makeup? eyes? you started this!! now you gotta finish your sentence!!

bitch where am i

….. Y-You wouldn’t do that though would you?

it was strange the confidence that placing a mask upon her face brought. shedding her normal everyday clothing to scantily clad and alluring red lingerie - she became the rose of which many sought for and desired. her identity concealed by a flowery mask, and red lips painted in an intoxicating smile.

a simply hole in the wall joint which indulged in lascivious acts of unidentifiable parties. for most that knew suzie, they would deem it uncharacteristic for such a pure girl. but she was a passionate soul and indulged in the human touch. how she ended up with a role here she could never tell.

sometimes the world simply had a way of happening, and she went along with the game.

suzie steps up to greet a masked man, her hips swaying with disregard - a few stares are never far as they watch her mingle. a soft giggle passes her lips and she lays a hand upon the man’s shoulder. lips curled with curiosity.

she doesn’t recognize this mask, nor does his posture speak of one who has been here before - must make a note not to come on too strong. however, before that thought crosses her mind she has already planted her lips upon his cheek, leaving a kiss mark in it’s place.