#haiseto

“Do you, um, know me?” Sasaki asks.

“I know you spoke at the funeral.” Eto leans against the door.

“O-Oh…” He scratches his head, caught somewhere between sheepish and shameful. It makes her nose scrunch up. “Hopefully I wasn’t too bad.”

“Hopefully,” she repeats. “So: what does your bureau chief want with me this time?”

Mentioning business puts him back on track, thankfully. “He just wanted me to check on you, see how you were doing. May I come in?”

When he steps forward, she does the same. “As you can see—” she gestures to herself— “I’m the picture of health. No abnormalities here, so you can be on your merry way, ‘kay?”

“Ms. Eto, I can’t just go.” He looks behind him for a second. “They want a full report.”

this relationship would be a mess

honestly, who knows how it would even come about - it would have to be some kinda scenario where zaki and seto and you are childhood friends, because no way in hella would zaki consider sharing an s/o otherwise

the thing is, the two boys have v different personalities —> it’s like they’re speaking different languages —> arguments

for example, haizaki’s very possessive, and does get jealous quite quickly, whereas seto either doesn’t give a shit, or just pretends not to notice

which leads to haizaki getting mad about how the two of you are treating him like the third wheel (he basically throws a little temper tantrum, storming around the house, whilst seto’s still lying on the couch, half asleep, and you’re rushing after him trying to calm him down)

haizaki rarely will hold a grudge against you, but, man, he can be pissy with seto for a while

seto just really doesn’t help himself. something about the way he acts like he couldn’t care less about what haizaki’s ranting about, and how he’ll be fading back to sleep as haizaki curses him, just fuels haizaki’s anger

in short, really not a good relationship

(i do also think haizaki would probably have a good amount of internalised homophobia, which further sours his relationship with seto)

but, anyway, even with all this shit going on, there is still the occasional fluffy moment

you and seto studying together - haizaki just complaining about being ignored in the background (if you stroke his head as you work, he’ll whine a little less), until you have a question about sexed/physical education for him

even if he hates to admit it, haizaki really likes being able to help you with something (his eyes light up, just a little)

also haizaki and seto have a lot in common

both have older brothers that they lowkey respect, both don’t particularly care about basketball -> so, when they’re not in another argument, they do actually have a lot to talk about

also they’re best after basketball practices, when they’re too tired to egg each other on

lots of post-practice naps together

seto’s the best person to sleep beside, as that man just doesn’t move in his sleep, and he’s v v warm

haizaki’s awful, cause he stretches out like a starfish and moves around nonstop (often falling out of bed)

but, as long as you’re beside seto, haizaki won’t wake you up

other things:

haizaki’s big on pda, though just with you. seto isn’t a fan of it, but does like to kiss haizaki’s forehead, just to wind him up (again, internalised homophobia -> in public, haizaki likes to pretend that he only has a girlfriend, and that seto’s just a friend)

kinda-cuddles where you’re doing haizaki’s hair, and seto’s rested his head on haizaki’s lap, maybe telling haizaki stories about what the kiridai team got up to today

(haizaki really likes hearing stories about how they get away with injuring people. he’s still mad that his own team won’t let him do the same.)

anyway, in general, the relationship’s practically just a little family

where you’re the mother (constantly worrying about making sure everyone’s getting along), seto’s the father (who just doesn’t really care about anything at all) and haizaki’s the toddler who demands attention or else he cries all day

(that’s a joke. he doesn’t cry. he just whines.)

i just be writing whatever, posting whenever

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Typically, Eto would wake up and think, This house is too big.

It isn’t, and never will be, a statement without merit. Arima was a ghost in his own home, which meant she was the only one roaming its halls, and to her, for this kind of house and for her to be alone, she’d come to recite the complaint like a mantra.

Despite leading with the word “typically,” she doesn’t not wake up and think, This house is too big. Rather, the word “typically” is meant to emphasize that that was where the day ended. After that, she would roll out of her bed that’s a half-size too large, grab her pajamas and glasses on a dresser that’s a half-centimeter too long, and stumble to the kitchen with a ceiling that’s half a head too tall.

And at that point, the atypical appears.

First, a smell. There’s a smell coming from the kitchen, and while it’s smoke, it’s unfortunately not smoke alone. It’s accompanied by something… pleasant, and disgustingly pleasant at that. The stark difference from the normally stale air she breathes stops her in her tracks, and the tingle in her brain at the prospect of food— not just stale bread, but actual food— makes her recoil.

Second, some noise. There’s someone causing the smell, and they’re humming while stepping about the one creaky floorboard before the stove. Humming, in her household? It’s so odd, so foreign. Thankfully, when she pokes her head around the corner, all humming and other related good-natured noises come to a complete stop as Haise Sasaki freezes in his tracks— because she’s glaring. At him. She’s glaring at him in her flower-patterned pajama pants and maroon sweater. Truly a frightening sight. He might as well already be dead.

Then again, he’s not much better, wearing a white tee and blue shorts that are a little too high up his bare legs (really bare, to be clear. So bare and smooth, she could mistake them for the delicate legs of an insecure lady instead of some random Washuu lackey). There’s also an apron around his waist and a dirty spatula in his hand, neither of which are helping.

And that’s the third and final thing. Not Haise Sasaki’s taste in fashion— though that’s part of it— Haise Sasaki himself. The fact that he’s not only where Eto can see him, but that he’s also in her house. Her house. The house that she bought, because Arima was out working and apparently, they needed to “take the next step” in their relationship (‘relationship’)— a step that he wasn’t even there to take with her.

took an old tumblr ask and posted it on ao3!

it's crossed my mind a couple times, yeah! hmm, how best to put this...

ah, under the cut!

Sen Takatsuki.

ah I love reading your hcs! they're so similar but different. Kaminaga seems a little more outgoing and accepting, where as Miyoshi is just..a narcissist, lol. I thought the part about their arguments was very true :o (and modern aus are great!!!)

aaah gosh thank you!! (//∇//) it makes me really happy to hear that!!

I’m not sure?? where I said this, so sorry if I’m repeating myself orz but I just love!! the idea of Kaminaga and Miyoshi as sort of like differing equals (does that make sense??? roflmao idk it’s late here) -- similar but they display those similarities differently, like in the way that you said >v< They kinda even each other out like that, I think ovo and when they’re not arguing, they can make for a great team ;v;