#tajukon

ship w me || accepting

he thinks he'd rather go through ten of her treatments than have to do this. kunikida always spoke his mind, always said what he was thinking and feeling, but now, it feels painful to open his mouth. his heart is pounding loudly in his chest, thumping so hard he's sure yosano must be able to hear it. these feelings were things he pushed to the back of his mind, throwing himself into his work and talking himself out of them time and time again. they were coworkers, he was too busy, it wouldn't be appropriate, there was no chance of her feeling the same, and if she did, what then? these were the excuses he ran through in his head over and over every time he caught himself staring at her a few seconds too long.

ship w me || accepting

' of course i did, you idiot. don't say stupid shit like that. ' he squeezes the water out of his hair, shaking his head slightly. it's not like this is the first time he's checked dazai's location on his phone and found it by the river. that never bode well. it was the precision reason he tracked his partner; so that he could keep tabs on him and come to drag him out of the river, or out of the garbage barrel, or cut out of the fishing net. it was tedious, and annoying, but he'd always come, time and time again. he supposed that made him the real idiot.

   he sits on the hood of Ijichi’s car, swinging his legs absently as he waits. “ we should tell the others where we’re going for dinner, after. ” he thinks of savory steaks and mashed potatoes, not the same as home but ... good enough for his homesick stomach. besides, his mother could supplement it later. “ i think we could get gojo-sensei to pay. ”

  ❛       of course i can!        ❜       he gives caesar a an annoyed glance,   his fists clenching at his sides in irritation.     some part of him wanted to punch the other man  ⸻  caesar was an  infuriating  man.     from his  face  to his  mannerisms  to the  condescending  way  he  talked  to his  ability,   caesar a. zeppeli frustrated joseph to no end.     this  time,   he’d really done it!

he points at caesar threateningly,   is lip curling in a half - snarl.   joseph was hardly  refined,   especially in comparison to caesar,   who had perfect manners.

 ❛       ⸻  you  seriously  piss me off,   caesar!     one of these days i’m going to wipe that smug look off your face!       ❜      

angst w me || still accepting

his hand grips the doorframe, weighing whether or not to just close it in his face. being angry with dazai is not a new sensation, of course. dazai was always purposefully trying to annoy him, and they did tend to fight rather frequently. but they always went home together at the end of the day. kunikida actually getting properly mad at dazai was rather rare, though not unheard of. they always seemed to get into the same fights.

he hates admitting he needs dazai when he's angry at him. it's humiliating. he wants to stay strong, insist he doesn't need him. the pride in him urges him to say so, even if it's a lie and they both know it. he's hurting, and the only person he lets see it is standing outside, asking to be let in. is it worth hurting alone just to prove a point?

Joseph, pointing: May I sit there? Caesar: That's my lap Joseph: That doesn't answer my question, Caesar.

Joseph: I can explain. Caesar: Can you? Joseph: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Diluc, talking to Indra on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to? Indra: You bet! Diluc: At what temperature? Indra: 535. Diluc: That's the clock. Indra: Diluc: Indra: 536.

but, certain tales were difficult to stomach. his beloved, his sister, his family. all sore spots he preferred not hearing. perhaps that’s why, when his eyes finally meet her, he’s somewhat startled. “ ah, vanya. ” zhongli steadies himself, a smile pulling at his lips. good, someone familiar. he could relax. “ i was wondering when we’d share a meal. i see you’ve finally found the time ?  ”

but this. these are words he didn’t want to hear “excuse me? you thought that i’d be here?” he repeats that to himself “you fucking bitch. and what else did you expect from me, a warm welcome hug?” 

and that’s when his fist connects right to the other’s face. aiming for just about anything to break, he’s never been one to hold back his punches.

“one thing clear, i’m NOT your dog, i’m not about to go running to you at the slightest inconvenience that ever happens to you. live with it. i don’t care.you got enough people who sadly waste their time caring about you right? you chose your life i chose mine.” that’s where he feels tears well up, not ones of sadness (or maybe a little bit) but mostly of anger, voice breaking as he speaks once more.

“where were you when i needed you? you fucking left like everybody else. without a fucking word. couldn’t even bother to write to the one that was by his side for years right? i know i mean nothing to you but my fucking god. get out of my face. GET OUT”