#poeguri

Poeguri as that one scene of scott and ramona!

Ughhh this was so funny to do,, i love them sm

[CHAPTER 78.5 SPOILERS]

as you manga readers know, mushitarou is currently staying at poe’s mansion for protection. and we know how strangely excited poe is to be hosting him.

but people are overlooking just how kindly poe is treating him and how it’s the warmest we’ve ever seen any character treat mushitarou.

poe is saving his life rn. all he needed to do was host him and that would’ve been enough. but poe was concerned about keeping him entertained. he encouraged mushi to engage in a personal interest to keep his spirits up :)

and later, we see him checking in on mushitarou. i imagine he heard mushi’s shout from a few panels prior and came to check on him.

and look how satisfied he is when he sees mushitarou finally writing. from what he’s thinking in these panels, we can tell that he wasn’t just concerned with entertaining mushi. he wanted to give him an emotional outlet, as well. poe is aware of mushi’s past, that we can assume. he wants to help him cope with his grief. he wants to help him heal <3

if that wasn’t sweet enough, i’ve picked up on a little detail that most probably haven’t. yes, this means that i’ve skimmed this section of the manga over and over again..

we can see here that mushi falls asleep without any blankets

but after he wakes up, we explicitly see that he has one on.

previous part.

⚠️TW: murder, assault(?), torture, sadism, masochism⚠️

After being beat up badly at the theatre, Ranpo was brought to a doctor that was also there for the play, his doctor's coat was as white as snow, in contrast to his dark hair and eyes: his aura was eerie, it grounded him with an irrational fear, the boy showed no signs of being afraid of doctors or hospitals before, or anything related to that, the man walked closer to the couch the boy was on, smiling; "Hello, Ranpo-kun, I'll be your doctor for today." And that's when it hit, that guy wasn't any ordinary medic, and he was sure the guy knew that, given the sinister smile he had, "My name is Ougai Mori," he had begun speaking again, his predatory voice had the boy on alert, his body was ready to rush out the door, should the doctor do anything risky or highly suspicious, he was prepared, he did not feel safe there. Ougai crouched a little so his dark hair brushed against Edogawa's face, looking at him rather seductively, his cold fingers touching his now very pale cheeks, "What's wrong? You look like you saw a ghost", Ranpo didn't know how to answer that, he wouldn't, as he was aware that the words from his mouth were filthier than need be, he only shifted his position to secure his legs on the bed, he backed up a bit from the medic slowly, Ougai moved his hands and reached for the tools he needed to clean up the blood from the kid's face: moving an inch felt as if it would make the world collapse, even breathing, so he stayed dead silent, seeing how brute and sketchy the guards treated him, even if only by a stare or a sigh, he deduced he was a mafia doctor, Mori was too busy humming an unrecognizable tune while sorting through his utensils to notice anything, so much so that Ranpo could almost walk out the door, almost, "Where are you going?" He froze in his tracks, eyes wide and glued to the floor, managing to acquire a calm attitude before turning around, a little smile on his face as he adjusted his hat, "The play's starting, can we go, mister?" Mori agreed and they made their way to the theatre after the wounds were stitched, Mori walking alarmingly close to him, happily humming.

In their seats, Ranpo couldn't help but yell out the answer in complete frustration, Mori, instead of scolding him, encouraged his outburst and simply patted his head in understanding: as the murderer on stage finished his speech, Mori stayed on stage throughout and mentally picked Ranpo apart, inserting the idea that those too foolish to understand him, those who dared to argue back and question his intelligence, should be silenced eternally: cut to the theatre being filled with dead silence, crimson wine staining everything, from ceiling to stage, a blade shining in the spotlight; "I knew you were a natural, Ranpo-kun!" The boy's previously glowing emerald eyes saw in a withered, lightless green, emotionlessly,