#trickept

              ❝  Okay, so it’s kind of a tradition in my house to tell                  the story on the fourth night, but I don’t know if you                  know it so I can tell it to you before we really kick off                  everything. My mom needs help peeling potatoes so                  we can do that while I tell it! ❞

At the words nice catch, Akechi touched his chin and glanced at Akira. 

     “Yes, I believe I have a rather handsome one on the line.”

His words however, were lost in the fuss that came next. Akechi quite liked it, the reaction of the other to his teasing. He did not even bother to hide the natural smile that grew on his lips this time. Oh, he hoped Akira would not think him sadistic, even if it was true. 

      “I’m a quick learner and a prodigy you know. I doubt even with a motive as gallant as revenge, you’d be able to beat me in a fishing contest, Akira.”

Ah, that name. One of familiarity. He had let it slip from his lips so easily. Just then as if the universe wished to prove his confidence wrong, Akira’s line began to sink as if something had snatched it. 

     “Ah...” 

❝  here.  ❞  yukako  set  down  a  cup  of  hot  chocolate  to  akira’s  side.  finding  a  comfortable  spot  on  her  couch  that  was  neither  too  close  or  too  far  from  him,  she  seated  herself  beside  him.

on  her  other  hand  was  another  cup  of  hot  chocolate,  only  that  it  was  for  her.  once  she  brought  one  leg  over  the  other,  yukako  took  a  testing  sip.  not  only  did  she  incorporate  her  usual  ingredients  for  hot  chocolate,  but  she  also  decided  to  add  a  dash  of  spice  to  make  a  near  -  replica  of  what  he  had  for  her.

we dont thread. we just end asks like real rpers

     ❛  OH, THAT’S RIGHT! how foolish of me to do things without planning how to face its consequences. only an IDIOT would blind himself with pure power and not know what to do after obtaining it!  ❜  SAY IT LIKE THE FOOL you speak of when it realizes its mistake. all syllables that leave your tongue are veiled with the honey of saccharinity. /  a dumbfounded expression adds as an icing to the cake, just to make sure it’s already sweetened enough. ❛  sorry, sorry, maybe i shouldn’t indeed, but…  ❜

     a knife is sharp and that’s an understatement.   a knife is a fickle little thing, you think, there are days where you remember your mother using it to slice your favorite meals that you’d finish in less than a minute. days that are velvet and kind like sunlight that kisses skin and cats that curl up against your touch.  /   and then there are other days like this, where the thing would hopelessly graze against flesh, and its putrid from cloying blood and tired from having to sink in the sea of oh so many people’s meat.  ❛  i think it’s funner this way,  ❜  you say with a smile. keen blades kiss cheek, draw a little line over here and there like a kid playing with red crayons, then cease somewhere near the eyes, ❛  i’m sure you agree.  ❜

     ❛  ne, joker-kun, there are times where i can’t exactly collect someone’s limbs as they’re kind of useless. i mean, when their quirk relies on their whole body rather than a single part. say their skin or something alike.    ❜  it’s a gory image, you know. but if a kid like you can handle it, then what more for this man?   ❛  or maybe i just don’t feel like it. so i keep their entire head instead. it’s like a little trophy, you feel? not that i have too many, let alone limbs themselves, and it’s not exactly a hobby, more of a specimen to my research, but that’s not the point.  ❜