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imagine kent ending up in the future foundation’s care working there or just taking shelter or w/e and reuniting with ikki after shin/hamuko rescue him from kuma :“”)

ikki would say fuck it and end up dying before he ever hurt a hair on kent’s head i’m crying kajdhfkjhadkjshg

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analytical way of thinking. the anime fell sO short with him because his character wasn’t looked into at all beyond ~*~o, look, a head pat, ok next episode/arc~*~ and it’s such a shame because quiet character growth =/= uninteresting. i’M ON A TANGENT I’M SO SORRY WEEPS i just rlly love your portrayal. it’s nice to see kent getting the love he deserves. all our threads smack me in the kokoro, for better or for sads, and the love & thought you put into your writing really brings kent to life.

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⟦ ♧ ⟧ The cup of coffee he’d prepared now lay forgotten atop his desk; the steam had vanished and the drink had gone cold. It’d been a struggle to make it that morning, but now that didn’t matter anymore. Because he’d left the lab with the intention of buying something to eat and, instead, had found it completely impossible. Not because he couldn’t buy anything –that would’ve been a lie–, but rather out of disinterest. Something happened on his way to the store that rendered him sick. Or rather, he saw something that made him stop his trip altogether: the fanclub.

That insuffrable group of women was there again, clogging the entire path, surrounding someone he knew far too well was there even if he hadn’t seen him. They seemed to be more than ever too; perhaps their number of members had increased… it wouldn’t be the first time they got an influx of cultists. It wasn’t far fetched though, as they usually increased in numbers during the spring (when new girls reached the minimal age required to join).

Normally, Kent would’ve scoffed, taken a deep breath and went on his merry way to shop somewhere else; but he didn’t feel like it right then. The last thing he wanted was to give them the implied satisfaction that they’d again gotten out with being absolutely terrible while everyone else had to pretend their behavior was even remotely tolerable. He wasn’t afraid of them, so why should he avoid them? For that matter: why did Ikkyu have to stand them? No matter how many times he’d questioned him about it, his friend seemed very intent on avoiding that type of confrontation, and Kent really didn’t know if it was because of his own cowardice or if they had something on him that made him unable to tell them off.

Be it as it may… Kent knew they didn’t particularly find him likable. If anything, they’d ran away from him in more than one occasion. Maybe it was time to see them scurry away again.

So he started walking towards the group, slowly at first but growing in speed as he got closer, making his footsteps louder for them to hear. Most of them seemed to be still in some type of trance, but some had moved, and even more importantly: Ikkyu had noticed his approach. 

It was as if time had stopped, but he hadn’t really considered what he’d do once he reached the other until their eyes met. He’d just been making his way there with the sole intention of scaring the women off, but… having gotten this far, he wasn’t sure what he’d do once he got there. Or maybe he did. From the moment he started to walk faster, something felt off; and now he questioned it more than ever. A thought had crossed his mind then, one that gave him determination, one he tried to ignore.

Yet time was fluid, and as fast as his thoughts were, the world was still spinning. And before he knew it, he’d gotten close enough to cup Ikkyu’s cheeks and press his lips against his with the momentum of his walk. There was no logic behind it, no greater thought, just pure impulse. But as soon as he did it, a strange tingling sensation travelled through him. He tried to convince himself it was the adrenaline of the walk, but the truth as his heart beat faster now than ever before. He felt it in his throat, making him speechless as heat rose up his face, and he pulled away. It’d been nothing but a peck, and a really rough one at that, but…

His hands were still holding his friend’s face, that was clearly the only reason why he decided to–. Well, honestly, he needed to make sure it really wasn’t adrenaline what’d made him so flustered. And, sure enough, as he closed his eyes again and focused solely on the sensation of their lips meeting –on the comfortable warmth, on the softness of the touch–… he found himself unable to stop one of his hands from wandering further, pushing Ikkyu closer by pressing on the back of his head. Even then, this second kiss was softer, and somewhat deeper; because he had to be closer, needed the certainty that this was what he thought it was.

Nonetheless, right then he heard a cough –one that awoke him from any observations he was starting to put down– and he rapidly pushed the other away. His face felt like it was burning even more now than it had before, and his breathing was a ragged disaster. Yet only then he noticed that the cough hadn’t come out of one of the fanclub members (they seemed to have magically disapeared), but rather out of a professor that was walking by. Needless to say, he couldn’t even face Ikkyu now. 

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