#forgerybuilt

“hey, stop that.” harsh words as knuckles gently rack across the other’s scalp. it’s a basketball game, and there’s no time for tears. you just gotta get payback and follow through with the fact that you said you were gonna win. and that’s what they’re gonna do. eyes narrow on the opposing team, hands on his hips, “i’ll lecture later, kise. go show them what you’re capable of.” it’s his graduation, and kise cries. he should have expected this, but none of them know that he’s leaving for america as soon as he leaves from here, and he manages to give them all one last head ruffle, and a small lecture before he turns, and flicks kise in the forehead. “no crying.” he watches kise’s games, even though he’s in america, he has some old teammates go and film the games for him. of course, they do this with other members too -- but lips curl when kise’s zoomed in on, and there are tears on his face, “really, nothing’s changed, that idiot. always crying.” it’s fond though when he speaks. it’s years later, and kise still cries about everything, and nijimura is there now. and he’s not good at comforting people, so he challenges him to one on ones, or takes him out to eat, or anything that he could come up with to distract him. “do you believe in aliens?” he remembers saying one time, as the leaned over the ledge of some building that nijimura usually goes to to clear his head. when he gets diagnosed with cancer , kise cries. it starts slow, and then builds up and nijimura can see the guilt on the other’s face. too many cigarettes that nijimura has been near, he can just read the wheels turning in kise’s head. he wonders if maybe he looked like that with his father here too. he hates this place, it’s too bright, too clean, to everything he’s not and kise is still kise, still a crybaby and nijimura takes comfort in that fact. he pulls him over, racks his knuckles on the other’s skull, and scoffs. “it’s not your fault, stupid. this shit happens.” a pause, “and besides, i’m not gonna lose to this. you should know better.” 

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Basketball aside, Takao collects trading cards (canon), reads manga and plays video games that he’s too distracted to ever finish (he shares them with his sister). The negatives of having childish hobbies is that he acts childish, but I suppose the positives would be that they would help him connect more with children if he ever was a parent/worked with kids. Also it keeps him with a sense of fun in his life so he doesn’t get too jaded by the adult world, so there’s that.

Irritation instantly spread across Nadia’s face. Did they seriously just scream over one guy? Whoever he was though, he seemed to be a big deal, because none of the girls were budging around him. Out of curiosity, Nadia decided to approach the horde. She wanted to get a better look at who was so special enough to rile up all these girls.

         PETER IS HAVING A DAY OF OVER REACTIONS .  this guy has been standing at the counter for god knows how long, but it feels like forever. who just strolls on up to a cashier without knowing what they want before hand. it’s IDIOTIC and peter is ready to snap. he has a business meeting in ten mintes.  ‘   HURRY UP. we don’t have all day.   ‘

this cancels out me rbin the “if u think ur safe just remember i’m out there” post that i reblogged and ghostwrote and i dont like it

there are many things wrong with smoking ; nijimura could off the top of his head name at least 4 of them. he’s seen so many people come in and out of the hospital with lung cancer, how their loved ones couldn’t do anything – and there’s that pain at the bottom of his stomach at the idea of kise being in the hospital. no. he had to deal with his father ; his coach – he doesn’t want kise to end up there too.  it wouldn’t be fair. dark eyes stay on the glaring red cherry of the cigarette where ash begins to form and lips thin out as kise explains himself and he stomach twists. of course. people who smoke are always running away from something – and maybe, kise wasn’t as fine as nijimura had hoped. the disappointment that came with seeing it, ( he’s use to it - he’s seen it before, but kise never stops and nijimura gets use to it. ) he walks across the room, sitting on the bed next to the other, and looking out at the moon. there’s a red neon light that’s glaring at nijimura in the back of his head, and he’s sure it’s saying that it’s his fault because it probably is. things like this are usually his fault. fingers tighten on his knees and the only person he’s disappointed in is himself. he speaks after a few moments of gathering his thoughts because that’s his job. he’s the senpai , he’s the teacher , he’s the friend and he’s the one who leads and teaches. he lets his head tilt and see the way smoke curls around kise and the moon bounces off of golden locks, and nijimura thinks that kise is other-worldly in this moment and he breathes out. “you’ve always been a good person, kise. of course, there is straying off the path – that’s normal. we’re humans, it’ll happen. it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” like him, how he’s got anger in his veins and a fist ready to attack whenever he’s cornered. he turns his gaze away  from him, “–you don’t get to tell me what i think of you, kise. that’s for me to decide.” 

“yo, kise,” he calls, voice floating on the wind and a hand coming up. “got any time for an old captain?” his wording is specific, because he wants to remind the other of his place, and everyone else that surrounds him. he pushes himself off the gate and walks to the other, a small, charming and disarming smile on his lips. “--you wouldn’t just ignore me would you?”