#blccdlust

❝ 𝑰𝑻 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 , ❞ he says , because that has been his experience , and he's ( reluctantly ) talked to others who have also affirmed this . ❝ it might get easier to carry , if you're lucky . but i can never shake that feeling . ❞ of being too little too late , of not being able to stop the tide of time even as he hoped and prayed he could . ❝ trauma is like that . . . or so they tell me . ❞ // @blccdlust ( liam )

Stiles was always the first to know things. Even when people didn't believe him. This must've been eating at him trying to figure it out. Lydia promised Sheriff Stilinski she wouldn't say anything, yet. Unless he was getting to close to the truth. "Okaaay!" Lydia finally exploded. Her eyes wide. " Your Dad's planning a surprise party for your birthday. I've known for a few days. That's it. You got to promise to be surprised or I will deny spilling everything."

"It's nothing you haven't seen before." Allison reminded him. If it was anyone else she'd be more embarrassed being walked in on. She was adjusting her bra straps. One was looser than the other. She grabbed her shirt, throwing it on. Allison was finally fully clothed. "What's so important you forgot to knock." She teased playfully.

Send 🫢 (or “oops!” if you can't see the emoji) for my muse's reaction to yours walking in while they are changing / getting dressed !

               panicked he was so P A N I C K E D !! heart beating up a storm as pale digits were trembling a bit as a male that was smaller than him approached him. he knew about the western heroes of course just as well as the japanese ones; the japanese heroes had agencies, and the westerners did not. questions, the other was speaking so fast in english and wanting answers it made his whole mind start to shut down. fingers slowly curled but not fully balled into a fist, slightly fidgety and trying to somehow look for a way out of this. ESCAPE. the last time he got questioned for information was from the journalists, flashing camera lights and microphones with matching jvc model cameras pointed towards their faces. crying, T E A R S poured down his friend’s faces as the able ones tried to explain the mistakes. no one listened-- they were marked off and told that they were delusional, this was going to be the same. no one saved them-- they saved themSELVES.

              “ i ca-can n-not... ” speak english, he was very poor at it and the last time he had to speak it he was holding up a space station with a faux bomb. words were caught in his throat, he knew some, he knew some and he could communicate better but the words just weren’t coming out. he wasn’t karma... he wasn’t isogai or maehara, he couldn’t keep dealing with this sort of thing... people coming up to him and asking about the assassination. no one but the class knows he’s the one who killed their teacher, everyone thinks it was a team effort but the pain that stays with him through the days is looming.

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      A sigh escapes his lips then, as he shakes his head a little. There was a certain amount of disbelief in the others eyes, in his actions, and that was alright. Somehow? He expected that- And wasn’t as though he cared that the other didn’t believe him, but? It wasn’t as though the lavender-eyed youth often went out of his way to apologize to someone. Let alone someone like him.

      Class 3-E. The End Class.

      They received very little sympathy from the Chairman’s son. And yet? Simply because they were out of class, because they weren’t on campus, he’d thought it best to apologize when he’d appeared to hurt the others feelings- Run into the other, alone, and caused the other to lose his stuff. And? Surprisingly, he had meant it.

      Though he couldn’t say he particularly cared whether or not the other believed that. He still had at least tried. “What? Do you think I’m incapable of being polite?” With that, Gakushuu shrugs a little, ignoring the others stare as he kneels down on the ground. His hands making quick work of gathering up the paperwork that had been lost, and making note of the food that he’d also caused the other to waste. Quickly calculating how much it would have cost. “You’re expression says you doubt me, yet you say nothing...”

      With that, with the blue-haired youth’s stuff in his arms, Gakushuu stands again. Offering it out to the smaller student, his eyes unchanging, but a slight smile on his lips. “... don’t you think you should at least acknowledge the words of others?”

      “ NAGIKKUN, NAGIKKUN, COME SEE WHAT I MADE! ” Akemi ran around the school building, trying to figure out where her classmate was, and once she nearly ( accidentally. ) bodyslammed him, the girl righted herself. “ Looksie looksie, it’s a fan, but the frame is made outta anti-korosensei material! Do you think I’ll be able to hit him with it? ”

For a moment, the educator just stops. Listening to his student without interruption and without judgement. He was the one who had asked the question, after all! So, manners wise, it was only correct to wait until the other was finished speaking.

However? The answer left the un-killable teacher a little uncomfortable.

“Though I would like to give you high marks for deliverance and believability,” Koro-sensei remarks, lifting a single bright yellow tentacle up as though gesturing with a finger. Lifting one of his two digits, in an almost scolding manner. “I’m going to have to have to call you out on this one, Nagisa. You’re lie lacks in a few ways… You are, after all, the one who takes notes on me all the time… are you not?”

He wasn’t picking on him. Koro-sensei wasn’t bringing this part up for no reason- It was simply to help the other recall one of the things he might have taken note off in a previous mouth. Back when Karma had first arrived, the large tentacle covered teacher had pointed out that trouble-making student looked like he’d skipped breakfast. He could tell by the others skin as well as mannerisms. Despite the fact that the bluette certainly didn’t seem to be skipping out long enough to be causing harm to himself? The teacher couldn’t simply look past the fact that he wasn’t eating.