#burdenedname

fifty ways to kiss someone.

4. …where it hurts.

Out of everyone left alive, Souda was probably the one visiting the infirmary the most. Well... aside from Mikan, of course. But then again, she was the only one of them allowed to be in the hospital at all hours in order to take care of Fuyuhiko. Still, the mechanic was putting in the effort. Coming by every morning and afternoon with little things to try and cheer the Ultimate Yakuza up even just a little bit. Not that it seemed to be doing very much, but....

“I know you’re probably sick of me comin’ in here all the time, but... I do wanna make sure you’re gettin’ better, man. Despite that beginnin’ we had... I care about you, Kuzuryuu.” Souda muttered out softly one of these visits. A bag filled with some sweets from the RocketPunch Market and a small stack of comics on the bedside table as he brushed careful fingers along the seemingly sleeping blond’s head. “Try to hold on, alright? It’ll suck not havin’ you around anymore.” 

Since arriving at Hope's Peak Academy, Tenko had made plenty of new friends. If course, not all of them were in the same class as Tenko, such as Mahiru, a girl Tenko got along well with. So today, Tenko decided to visit Mahiru after one of her classes.

But Tenko didn't find Mahiru. Instead, Tenko found a short, blond boy with a very unwelcoming aura. So Tenko approached him carefully.

chiaki fidgeted with her sleeves for a moment, unable to look straight at the ultimate yakuza. he probably wasn’t even paying any attention to her, given that she’d come up quietly behind him and hadn’t said a word yet. even though she was class rep, it could still be incredibly difficult for her to engage sometimes.

“...um, kuzuryuu-kun?” she finally spoke up. she held something behind her back. he wouldn’t be able to see it from where he was positioned.

“i have a game i thought you might... uh, find interesting.”

                        she probably should’ve expected someone else to stumble upon her spot at the beach,  considering how limited options to be alone were on this island,  but she couldn’t help but be pretty annoyed anyway.

        FUYUHIKO   KUZURYUU   WAS   THE   ONLY   one he could direct this question towards, that much gundham was sure of. The two were a lot a like in certain ways, after all. both held a great deal of power— both natural born leaders with an army of underlings at their disposable. of course, gundham would be an unmatched victor in a battle of death between the two, since his strength was not limited to earthly confines. in the end, an army from the underworld would surely defeat the army of mere humans fuyuhiko had control over.

                                                             nonetheless, out of everyone in his class, the kuzuryuu heir was the closest he would get to finding an equal.    ❝  fuyuhiko kuzuryuu.  ’    his tone demanded attention.    ❝  i am sure you’ve taken note of this by now, but we are cut from a similar cloth. for that reason, i feel that i can... trust your taste.  ’    he despised himself for having any type of trust in a mundane being, but desperate times called for desperate measures.   ❝  so, i will ask you this one time, and one time only: what is your preferred brand of deodorant ?  ’

Those included Kuzuryu, Kamukura, Nevermind, and Nidai. Together they led the activities of the remnants, working to bring the world to its bitter end, spreading despair throughout every city, country, and continent. Mukuro was more fit to lead such actions because she was more akin to a normal person rather than a despair.

While Fenrir had beaten a lot of personal feelings out of her, she was still closer to the average person than her peers. She knew what could cause a person to despair.

The Ultimate Despair Command had begun planning the destruction of Japan’s sewer systems. The results were large, hence why it had come into their sights as a potential move.

Streets would be flooded far more often; not only with water, but the years of waste built up from human activity. People could no longer relieve themselves in a bathroom. All waste and trash would accumulate on the sides of roads, or perhaps even in the middle of them. A truly despair-inducing scent would rise from the city into its skies.

However, for such a plan, the remnants would need to be in good shape. It would take hours of placing explosives and makeshift dams in order for the plan to work.

Kuzuryu sat across from her, while she polished her sniper, quite malnourished. She could swear that every bone in his body was visible. Mukuro wondered whether Pekoyama was truly okay with this, mayhaps the sight of her master’s health declining brought her blissful despair?

“Seeing one of my captains under-performing is upsetting,” she commented. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she’d come to enjoy these people before they met Junko’s wrath. In her heart, she couldn’t let go of the good people they once were. So she showed her sympathy for their situation, even if it made them feel “good”.