#kaitbusu

“nanami-san. ”

komaeda’s tone is polite as he regards the gamer as she had stepped into the dining hall. tapping his fingers against the wood on his table, he wonders why exactly she had decided to come talk to him. surely, there was better things for her to do- looking for the bomb he had claimed to have set one of the islands. the beginning of the end.  

“i don’t know why you’re here! there are more pressing matters at hand, wouldn’t you agree? unless you’re here to confess to being the traitor that is!”

yuuri  will  never  get  USED  to  the  things  that  viktor  says .  they  caress  him  almost  like  a  touch –  make  him  shiver  in  anticipation .  he  remembers  when  he  would ’ ve  been  SHY  about  this .  goodness  knows ,  yuuri  hadn ’ t  been  a  stranger  to  sex  even  back  then  (  when  one  spends  a  LOT  of  free  time  in  his  room  as  a  teenager ,  &  then  a  number  of  years in  college ,  things  happen  )  but  he  had  never  been  comfortable  about  it .  &  then  came  along  viktor ,  dripping  desire  &  promise  &  eros .

he  no  longer  has  qualms  about  reaching  for  viktor ,  about  running  a  hand  through  that  silver  hair  &  pressing  close ,  letting  himself  FEEL .   ❛    is  that  a  PROMISE ?     ❜    lips  descend  upon  the  hollow  of  viktor ’ s  throat ,  pressing  warm  &  insistent  there .    ❛     show  me ,  vitya .     ❜  he ’ s  sin  &  passion  incarnate  as  he  purrs  those  words ,  hands  coming  to  unbutton  viktor ’ s  shirt . &  it ’ s  all  HIS  fault ,  really .  he ’ d  been  the  one  to  show   yuuri  eros ,  after  all .

How long has it been? Probably too long.

Naki’s hardly kept count of time-- of the days, weeks, months, years even that have gone by. He’s held onto his fair share of grudges, but some were harder to let go than others. It still lingered in his head from time to time, the way his head and heart suddenly ached when he realized. Instantaneously, he wasn’t looking up to anyone but, instead, looking down at them. In the ground. He had no choice but to do it. It hurt to think about, but he didn’t like dwelling.

(did he just... go somewhere? nowhere? is there even some place after... death?)

“Hey,” he’s calling out, actually glad that he’s managed to catch a person like Kaneki at a calm time. There was blatant disregard for whatever it was he doing at the current moment, because, truth be told, he wanted answers. Plain and simple. “Yo!”

“OH! You’re Karasuno’s SETTER, right?”

Lev is everything but FORWARD in his remarks, pointing a finger at Kageyama’s chest. A GLINT sparks in his narrow eyes, BOLD and DARING. The training camp is a place for him to IMPROVE, and damn himself to hell if he doesn’t get any practice because Kenma didn’t want to toss for him.

“When was the last time you slept?”

He was called the rabid dog of the mafia however if he didn’t get some rest from time to time then he was likely going to make a mistake that was going to cost him. She was already aware of the number of times he had acted on his own resulting in severe injuries. At this point, it was only a matter of time before his body gave out on him. However since he was brought in by Dazai and went under Mori’s care afterward, she could not do much except suggest another member when his name came up sometimes for missions.