#csuriiit

It had only been a few days since Kakeru had been given his prosthetics. They were incredibly awkward, and he tended to end up on the floor more often than not. If he was being honest, he was frustrated. He was supposed to be a hero! Yet, here he was, sitting on the edge of his bed with little motivation to even attempt walking.

Kakeru let out a tired sigh and rubbed at his eyes, jostling his glasses in the process. Ever since the loss of his legs, he hadn't been sleeping well. That fact shone clearly on his face. The dark bags under his eyes were easily visible to anyone standing withing five feet of him.

He considered trying to stand, but the task seemed daunting. On the opposite side of things, he was so tired of being stuck in bed all the time. Before he had the chance to make up his mind, he heard the telltale sound of his sister's feet pattering against the floor outside his room.

     It wasn't surprising to know that Rappa rarely interacted with other members of the Shie Hassaikai.  Tengai was the exception, obviously, as he was tasked with keeping the brawler in line.  But Setsuno?  Sakaki?  Nemoto?  He barely spoke with any of them, mainly due to one set of intensely diverging beliefs.

    At his core, the brawler did not give one single shit about Chisaki's goals.  While the other members devoted their life to him, Rappa simply didn't think that way.  He wanted to beat the other in a fight, then return to his old life.  The only way to guarantee he got multiple chances in his task?  To join his group.  Plain and simple.

    Still, when Tengai was needed for particular tasks, it forced Rappa into being around the other members.  Ones he barely knew, barely cared to know beyond names.  All because the brawler isn't to be completely unsupervised...most of the time.

    It seemed this time, he was to stick around Tabe, Hojo, and Setsuno.  Three people to account for the lack of Tengai's barrier?  Yeah that tracked.

tabe stumbled back and forth down one of the million-and-a-half halls in the yakuza base. his 'mask' that really wasn't a mask was torn at the mouth, a steady trickle of blood percolating from his jaws between the stitches of the mesh bag. in his current state, tabe couldn't be bothered to notice if it was his or someone else's. he just wanted the thick copper taste out of his mouth. he groaned weakly, a sick sound from the back of his throat, as he paced up and down to find just about anyone.

the smell easily stood out from the normal sterile bleached environment of the halls , even in the testing room for eri was without the smell of blood she made sure it was after all it would simply lead to more struggling.

though the give-away was the difference in blood type , quite different from eri’s or her own. 

stepping out in the halls the source was found easily even if the blood hadn’t been there the noise was one rarely found here  ❝ tabe  ❞ she uttered the name aloud , hopefully without alarming them approaching him with caution even if he where wounded , a warning bite would make the whole thing worse.

  He currently has 15 tea bags in his cup. No water....

forbidden mug cake

Kakeru's prosthetics clacked against the ground as he strode into the front office of his destination. Technically, he was here on hero business, hence his choice to wear his costume, but it was also a personal matter. He spoke quietly to the receptionist before being led into a meeting room, where he stood, waiting, rather impatiently.

His parents had lied to him. Kakeru felt his anger rise once more at the thought of it. He had done everything in his power to make sure that they were in a safe neighborhood, after what had happened... Or, what he had been told had happened. Kakeru took a deep breath, helmet making it sound metallic and distorted. Soramitsu hadn't been killed by villains. He had been left by their parents to die. Kakeru understood that his mother had been scared- she had lost her arm, after all. But, what they did.. it was disgusting. Soramitsu hadn't meant to, he was sure. He had been young, and likely terrified.

Ayumu's shoes clicked against the floor as he strolled down the street. He had been visiting with family, so he was without his hero outfit. After his family members started fighting with each other, he decided to take a walk and get some fresh air.

Yellow eyes glanced from place to place as he went. Suddenly, he heard children's laughter. It would have been a normal thing, if it didn't have more of a sinister sound to it. Ayumu stopped, listening closely to the sound, before heading towards it.

"These are quirk suppressant pills," Kakeru answered after noticing Soramitsu's stare. He was wearing casual clothes today- a hoodie, long pants, and his glasses. "They're going to help you with your hunger- which means you won't disgest things nearly as fast, so you'll start feeling less hungry when you eat."

  in the bastard down. He’ll go absolutely still-...

just lays on him

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