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as if being a student wasn’t hard enough, onoda had major bills to pay. the scariest part about her bills, was that she had to pay them directly through yakuza men -- considering that the entire building was owned by a group of men, rather than a land-lord. these men would come around & be sure to collect pay by hand, incase that someone decided that they didn’t need to pay up that month’s rent. she never had the unfortunate situation of hearing what happened to anyone that didn’t pay up their rent, but she’d heard rumors from her neighbors that it was a gory affair. 

being a bit short on money, the bespectacled woman desperately search around her apartment for spare coins, anything!! her money laid out on the table, she couldn’t help but desperately count it over & over again, hoping that it would suddenly double . . . triple even. just enough to pay for her rent. that’s what she got for treating herself on that trip to akihabara & now she would have angry yakuza on her tail!! that was . . . if they didn’t gun her down on the spot. it was a terrible thing to imagine. 

hearing the knocking at her door, tears started to prick at onoda’s eyes. collecting the money up off of the table, she stuffed it in her pocket & ran over to answer the door. cracking it open, her big, innocent eyes gleamed up at the man -- the same one that came to collect every month. she always simply slid the money through the crack of the door & that was the extent of their interactions . . . but this time she wouldn’t be able to do that. certainly, he would be even more angry if she tried to give him the incorrect amount. as she looked out at him, there was still tears in her eyes, reddened from the crying that she had been doing. every month, she had been on time & exact with her payments -- now this slip up was definitely going to cost her life!!

despite yasutomo’s verbal lashing, toudou didn’t overlook the embarrassed expression on his face. it made him feel as if he had caught on immediately to what was going on -- even if the man tried to deny it with all of his heart. at first, he had the nerve to stifle out a soft giggle. once arakita slammed his head against his, the laughing immediately stopped. it was then that he realized the other was seriously pissed off & not just playing around with him. that kind of treatment made him feel less confident. 

he felt a stinging sensation where arakita’s forehead rested against his -- tears prickling up in his eyes. toudou was determined not to cry, because he knew that the other would never let him live it down if he did. headband was a lot better nickname than crybaby. 

while this may have been arakita’s own form of affection, it was something that he would never understand. to toudou this was violence more than affection, even if the look on the other’s face had a faint glow of red to it. 

the closeness paired with his loud voice made the climber want to back away.  he didn’t, in fear of arakita simply pulling him back into a headbutt once again. for now, he would endure the yelling all the way through. ( ironic, how a loud voice could startle someone so loud ).

all throughout yasutomo’s anger, he stood there quiet. while he loved to tease people and even more-so loved the sound of his own voice, he didn’t want to fuel the fire. the more that he said, the more that the man would throw back at him because of their past. it was true that toudou wasn’t very close with anyone on his team & maybe that was his own fault. he latched himself onto his phone talking to makishima all the time, and hardly talked to anyone on his team. if anything, his closest teammate was manami -- the one who was hardly around as it was. 

“doesn’t it sound really grown up though? sharing an apartment and all?” he knew that it was a bold move to make, but he was sure that things would work out if they decided to do so. things with him and yasutomo always had their own way of working themselves out. even if his boyfriend was the loud type, it would fit well against him, hayato was always pretty aloof & airy, which allowed for a little bit of both.

hayato felt bad, misunderstanding arakita’s words to be more harsh than intended -- yet he still couldn’t help but push his appetite aside. it was embarrassing, the way that he ate so much more than his boyfriend. even if he really did enjoy food, he should keep that in moderation; that way, embarrassing moments like this wouldn’t have to happen ( or at least while he was out in public ).

“ don’t worry about it... i understand. “ he said lowly, trying to hide the disappointment in his tone. he knew that yasutomo meant no harm with his words ( -- something he usually only did for hayato ), but he still couldn’t keep himself from sounding quieter && more shy than usual, a product of his own shame.

&& his eyes lifted from the ground when the man demanded his attention. he knew he was being ridiculous, so he at least owed it to yasutomo to give him his attention. his cheeks reddened in surprise -- he never heard the man speak so lovingly to his, at least not somewhere that any passerby could hear. the way he shamelessly pressed a gentle kiss was a foreign feeling as well, but not one that he wasn’t welcoming to. as he spoke on, hayato’s self consciousness was forgotten and all that was left was his own amazement.

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just how she ended up in this situation was a mystery to the redhead. one day she was simply an average student & now she was stuck in some sort of insanely realistic nightmare. sitting down on the ground with her back against the wall, she kept her face buried in her knees. hayato wasn’t concerned if someone was able to see her panties, considering that if anyone was to run into her anyways they would likely be quick to kill her simply because it wouldn’t have been too hard. she wasn’t the type to ever be violent, which only made the situation harsher on her. if anything -- the sight of blood was enough to make her completely light - headed. 

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it wasn’t wise to be wandering the house too late at night, not when it was time for her father’s men to be coming back from jobs. while they didn’t live there, it was custom for them to report back to her father in person in order to seal up the day, so to speak. it made the house very noisy at night, but ishigaki didn’t have a say in any way that the house worked. during this time, she was strictly told by her father to not leave her room -- not only because he did not want unsupervised men near his daughter, but also because he didn’t want her to meddle into business that she wasn’t welcome in. some of the men came back beat up, others drunken & loud. 

     it was maybe eleven or twelve at night when she began to sneak down the stairwell with slow steps. her throat was parched & all that she could think of in that moment was to sneak down as quickly as possible to retrieve a drink & run back to her room. the halls were completely dark, making her believe that no one was there. with quiet feet, she walked down into the lobby of their incredibly large house. the kitchen was a bit out of the way, but she was almost positive that if any of the staff was still there, they would vouch for the woman -- not very many people disliked ishigaki enough to sell her out, not even to her own father. she was well - liked & respected by their servants, they wouldn’t dare get her in trouble with her father . . . they knew how bad his rage could be if disrespected. 

whenever he was talking to arakita, it felt as if there wasn’t a single thing that he could say right. everything started an argument -- no matter how much he looked up to the other, seeing eye - to - eye was almost impossible. they were two very different people & their personalities clashing only showcased that further. biting his lip, kuroda knew that he had to be the one to suck it up and take the criticism. pressing into the other would only continue to fuel the fire, so to speak. sometimes it was just best to pour water on the flames, or in his case just stop poking the bear. he knew that he had a bad attitude, but so did arakita. two men with a different view just had to accept their differences & move on with life. 

it took so much more patience to hold in his emotions as the other roughly grabbed his wrist -- it felt like he was trapped here with the other. kuroda never had his yankee phase, but it seemed as if arakita never got out of it. sure, he’d had his fair share of physical confrontations, but that was not his intent with his upperclassman. he’d seen some truly disgraceful attitude towards seniors & he didn’t want to mimic it . . . but something about the other’s attitude never failed to make his hair stand straight. it was like he was trying to rile him up.

“i’m not that mean, you know? you’re pretty fuckin’ brutual yourself, gryffindor.” honestly, if you didn’t know the man, you’d expect him to be a slytherin himself !! especially with the way that he didn’t display his house colors as openly as most. for the first few weeks that he was talking to the other, he was entirely convinced that they came from the same house. nothing could have convinced him otherwise, not until he caught the man sitting in his house’s section during a school meeting. if it weren’t for that, he’d still be imaging that they were both slytherin.