#shiketsu

What in the ever loving hell is going on here? I did not sign up for body horror when I started this show (she's still cute though).

Is he the Energizer Bunny?

Dayum, he is powerful. He has to have a lot of control too considering unleashing a wind storm would be disastrous if he wasn't cautious. Also, his cloak is majestic.

Hello to another new character. She looks like she belongs on a beach and wears flip-flops everyday.

Um...personal space please?

notes; I do not remember writing most of this LMFAO, but I suppose I might aswell post it. RIP Seiji’s dad you will NOT be missed, especially by me. Not proofread sorry .

summary: comforting shishikura after his father’s passing.

your feet pitter patter on the ground, splashing the clear puddles as you run. You run. Without stopping, quick as you possibly can. Rain is pelting down onto the ground beneath drenching your hair and your clothes, how fitting for the occasion. Your knuckles wrap before frantically knocking on the door of the Shishikura estate. You’re impatient, desperate. Knock, knock, knock. It’s silent for a few minutes, but you relent knocking again.

mid-knock the door swings open, revealing the eldest Shishikura son. His face devoid of his usual pride. The muscles on his face are relaxed from exhaustion revealing more of his dark pupils. He looks dejected, tired. Too tired to hold his usual hard dignified expression.

“i came as soon as I heard.” You say, panting. your hair is wet, clothes drenched in the rain.

You wonder if he’s been crying, but even after knowing him after all this time even you don’t know how he would deal with grief. Especially the grief of losing his father.

He steps aside, letting your dripping form inside. “you really are irresponsible, running in this weather with no umbrella. You could catch a cold, have some sense.” His words lack the usual dictatorial attitude. He seems more genuine, more calm. He makes no move to acknowledge why you’re actually here. He choses to ignore it.

His father was certainly not a good man, nor a good father. His morals were.. questionable, but shishikura looked up to him nonetheless. Even going as far as choosing a school that replicated his father’s work uniform. You couldn’t even start to imagine the raging war inside him. A part of you was upset about the man too, but you were more worried about Seiji.

“Seiji-“ you start before he cuts you off abruptly, as he gives you a towel to dry yourself, “Don’t, please.” He takes a breath, “My father, died with honour and dignity. Yet, I want to slaughter the man who did this to him. My blood is so hot with anger, I can’t even grieve.”

You shake your head, drying yourself, “you know you can’t give into spite and hatred, you’d be giving him what he wants.” Your hands reach out for his, before softly pulling him into an embrace. Your soaking clothes drip onto the floor, some of the water seeping onto his own shirt, any other day Shishikura would’ve pushed you away, scolding you for getting him dirty and how you appearance doesn’t reflect how the qualities of a Shiketsu student but today he’s given up. Today, he doesn’t relent. the one person he can truly say he loved is gone. so he’ll take it. He’ll take any comfort given to him.