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Nagito walked through the halls, rubbing his head.
He hadn’t realized how painful his headache was. It was a dull ache near his forehead. The pain reached his eyes, causing him to squint.
“Oww…I must’ve ticked Hajime off real good.” He remarked to himself.
Nagito then remembered Hajime. He remembered the commands Hajime gave him. He remembered how Hajime scolded him, and how he dealt with him. He remembered Hajime’s flustered but stern expression, and how they complemented each other so nicely.
Most importantly, Nagito remembered the words Hajime said to him.
“...You’re my kitten, mine only.”
“...I suppose I’ll punish my little kitten accordingly.”
“Do you understand? Kitten?”
Nagito bit his lower lip. His heart skipped a beat and he started to sweat.
He couldn’t place a finger on it, but there was something different about this session. It made him feel bliss beyond measure. The way Hajime made him feel was unreal. It felt like he was on a whole new planet.
But why?
Nagito tapped his chin. “Does this have something to do with my luck? Or my bad luck, rather?”
He then stopped in his tracks. He replayed the whole scene from start to finish in his head.
He went to Hajime’s room with his gear on.
Hajime acted flustered, but eventually degraded and punished him.
Nagito then teased Hajime, causing Hajime to freak out.
They had a pillow fight and took a breather.
Then, Nagito left.
“This doesn’t seem all too different from our other sessions. The pillow thing is the newest thing we’ve done. But the heightened pleasure I felt was before it. So the only thing unique about this session is my reaction to it.”
After uttering the last sentence, Nagito sighed and smiled sadly.
“Ah, now I see. This unordinary reaction only means that something terrible will happen. After the overflowing joy, I will drown in the deepest of despair. It’s fitting.”
As he tipped his head backwards, he heard a light thud, and a mysterious weight was taken off his head. Nagito spun around to see what it was, and instantly paled at what lay before him.
White cat ears.
The same cat ears he had worn with Hajime.
And the same cat ears Hajime told him not to wear in public.
“And so why would you go around with those ears? Are you trying to replace me or something?”
Shit.
Nagito shook with fervor, guiltily picking up the ears.
They had been on his head this whole time.
Nagito turned around. Hajime’s room was out of sight, meaning that he had walked a considerable distance with the ears. He began to frown.
“Just my luck.” He said dejectedly. “It’s no surprise that I, a worthless scum, would forget to take off this stupid thing. All I can do is hope that Hajime will have pity on me.”
But deep down, Nagito knew the truth. By repeating such a mistake, Hajime would certainly think that Nagito was cheating on him. At this rate, Hajime might even lose feelings.
Nagito’s stomach churned with shame. His headache intensified. “What am I going to do? Hajime thinks that I’m cheating on him, and he’ll want to break up with me. And it's all my fault. I’m so helpless. I’m so disgusting. I’m so–”
“Hey! Over here!”
Nagito looked up in the midst of his self-loathing. He saw Hiyoko Saionji walking over to him with a grin on her face, holding a mysterious box.
“Oh, hello Hiyoko. What’s up?” He quickly hid the cat ears behind his back.
“Nothing much. You know, earlier today, I saw you roaming around with animal ears and a tail. I was going to talk to you then, but I saw you go into Hajime’s room. So I never got the chance to.”
“Ah.” Nagito looked down. “Yeah.” What else was he supposed to say? He made sure to avoid eye contact with Hiyoko.
Hiyoko laughed. “What was up with that? You’re so weird! But anyways, I brought these snacks for you. I think you’ll like them.”
“Oh really? Thank you.” Nagito was surprised by Hiyoko’s random display of kindness. She was usually cruel and manipulative. But perhaps receiving kind treatment from her was a sign of good luck.
Nagito exhaled calmly, and opened Hiyoko’s box. They were small brown lumps with some type of powder on them. He put one into his mouth and crunched. It had a mild flavor, with notes of meat sprinkled in. The taste was quite unique, and he hadn’t had anything like it before.
“Do you like it?” Hiyoko asked sweetly. “I tried out a new recipe. I’m not sure if I followed it well.”
“Well, for a first timer, you did okay. With some practice and time, your cooking might even rival Teruteru’s.” Nagito smiled. He put some more of Hiyoko’s snacks into his mouth.
Nagito had almost finished the entire box before he stopped to swallow. “Say, Hiyoko. What’s the name of this snack? I suppose Teruteru can give you some pointers.”
“Really? I’m not so sure…”
“How come?” Nagito grabbed the final bits and chewed them. “He is the ultimate cook, you know. There’s nothing too difficult for that guy.”
“This one in particular might be too difficult.” Hiyoko covered her mouth.
Nagito tilted his head. He stared at the empty box, and then at Hiyoko. “Hiyoko. What did you make?”
Nagito began to sweat as she stifled a giggle. Hiyoko then flashed her teeth at Nagito, and closed her eyes.
“Cat food.”
“Cat food?”
“Mhm!”
“As in…what cats eat?”
“That’s right!”
Nagito’s face paled as his eyes locked on Hiyoko’s. “I ate a box full of cat food?”
“Yep! And you looked stupid eating it too.” Hiyoko retained her stupidly large grin.
The churning in Nagito’s stomach grew. He felt like throwing up.
Hiyoko turned. “You did it to yourself. You had on those stupid ears and a tail to match. So I thought I’d give you a little something to complete the look.”
Nagito helplessly watched Hiyoko strut away. All he could do was stand in place.
He salivated, nausea ruling over his stomach. He slowly walked around to find Mikan.
Fortunately for him, Mikan Tsumiki was near the nurse’s office alone. He quickly swallowed, and hastily made his way over to her.
Startled, she jumped and backed away. “Wh…What do you want?”
“Sorry to disturb you, Mikan.” Nagito rushed his words. “By any chance, do you have meds for headaches? Oh, and nausea too.”
Mikan slowly nodded and pulled a container out of her pocket. “Oh…w-well that’s good. I have medicine for those right here.”
Nagito smiled as Mikan handed him a water bottle. He eagerly downed the capsules. “Thank you so much Mikan!”
Mikan smiled. “You’re welcome.” She chuckled softly to herself and walked away, turning back to give another glance at Nagito. Once she did, her laughter grew, and she quickly ran.
“That’s odd. I don’t see what’s so funny about medicine.” Nagito scratched his head and shrugged. “Oh well. Maybe it’s funny, seeing me in a vulnerable and useless state.”
But what mattered now was that Nagito was done, and he could go back to Hajime’s room. The thought made him relax.
So he strolled causally, waving to those passing by. What confused him, however, were people’s reactions.
His classmates laughed, quickened their pace, and gave him looks of disgust. It was like everyone was mocking him.
Nagito brushed it off. Knowing that Hiyoko remembered him with his ears on, it was likely that the others did as well. It made sense why they wanted to avoid him. Who would want to talk to a loser who walked around with cat ears?
He saw Gundham Tanaka, who was petting his little hamsters. At the sight of Nagito, the hamsters shrieked and burrowed into Gundham’s clothes, causing the man to scowl.
“The Four Dark Devas of Destruction have sensed an unwanted presence around you.” He growled. “What is your deal? Why do you come to antagonize us? Do you truly think you can match up to the power of the Tanaka Empire?”
Nagito raised his hands in surrender. “I’m not trying to antagonize anyone. Just on my way, finding someplace to rest.”
Gundham nodded slowly. He then looked behind Nagito and frowned.
“Twin-tailed beast.” He murmured.
“Excuse me?”
“I see, I see. It’s all clear to me now.” Gundham rubbed his chin. “You are an exceptional human. My Dark Devas of Destruction have noted that. You wield the power of the twin-tailed beast!”
Nagito blinked slowly. “Is that so?”
“It is undeniably so. The power that you hold…it might not be as powerful as mine, but it poses a threat to my dominion. You are a worthy opponent. Someday we should face off in a battle, to see who’s power reigns supreme!”
“Mhm. Yeah. Well, thank you Gundham. I’ll be on my way now.” Nagito began to speed walk without looking back.
He usually ignored Gundham’s chūnibyō rambles, but something was off about this one.
“What on earth is a twin-tailed beast? And what does it have to do with me?”
Nagito grew concerned. He wasn’t new to the idea of being regarded as weird, but he was new to the excessive treatment. It was like there was something that everyone apart from him knew. Like he was the butt of some inside joke.
“Hiyoko has quite the mouth. Perhaps word about the cat ears and cat food spread, and now no one will let me live it down. I just hope it doesn’t reach Hajime. Then he’ll know that everyone knows, and from then he’ll–”
“Nagito.”
The young man stopped dead in his tracks. From his peripheral vision, he saw Hajime standing at his door. His hands were folded at his chest, and he had a focused look on his face.
“Nagito. Where have you been?”
Nagito’s palms dampened. He tightened his grip on the ears behind his back. “I was looking for Mikan.”
There was a moment of silence. The two looked at each other. Hajime’s expression stayed the same.
“But I found her, thank goodness. I took the medicine already.”
Hajime nodded slowly, looking Nagito up and down. “Ah. That’s good.”
Nagito panicked. Hajime’s straightforward speech was not what he wanted to hear at the moment.
Maybe he’s already making up his mind.
“Say, Nagito. Where’d you get your ears from?”
Huh?
“Uh…let me see. I bought them online. I don’t recall the seller, but I know he makes all of his stuff at home. Why?”
Hajime stared at the top of Nagito’s head.
“Whoever made the ears must be a genius then. Were they expensive?”
“Not at all.” Nagito tilted his head.
“Is that so? The kind of technology used to make the ears and tail seems to be advanced.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Nagito furrowed his brow. “They don’t have advanced technology.”
“Then why are they moving?”
“Moving?”
Hajime pointed at the top of Nagito’s head. “Yeah! I hadn’t noticed it before. But your ears are twitching.”
“What do you mean? They can’t move. They’re made out of styrofoam and faux fur and stuff.” Nagito tilted his head.
“Your ears are moving. Right now! There!” Hajime yelled. “That ear just bent a little bit. It moved!”
Nagito pondered, then paused.
How could Hajime see the cat ears? They were behind his back. Weren’t they?
Nagito loosened his grip and played with the ears. They were most definitely behind his back.
He slowly brought them in front of him. “Look, Hajime. The ears can’t move.”
“Then what’s on your head?”
“There shouldn’t be anything on my head. I took the ears off.”
Hajime glared at Nagito. He examined the ears in Nagito’s hands, and the top of his head. “Nagito, are you playing with me?”
“I’m not! I took the ears off when I realized I still had them on. I’ve been hiding them behind my back this whole time, there shouldn’t be anything on my head.”
“I know I’m not hallucinating! Look!” Hajime marched towards Nagito and yanked the top of his head.
Nagito winced in pain. “Oww stop it! You’re gonna rip my head off, Hajime. At this rate, my headache will come back.”
Hajime then stopped. He slowly released his grip.
“Take them off.”
“They’re already off.”
He snatched the headband from Nagito and threw it on the ground. “Okay. Now take them off.”
“Take what off?”
“The ears Nagito! Take off the cat ears!” Hajime yelled.
“I…You just…”
Hajime grabbed Nagito’s hands and placed them atop his head. “Nagito. Take the cat ears off of your head.”
Nagito moved around his head. He felt two pointy masses of fur. He checked for plastic, metal, or any kind of material. All he felt was his hair and the balls of fluff.
Just then, one of them twitched.
He looked at Hajime with horror.
“Hajime.”
“What?”
“I…” His voice quivered. “I don’t think I can take these off.”
Hajime, already exhausted, began to yank vigorously at Nagito’s ears. “I’m tired of this crap.”
“Where’s the headband?” Hajime asked, still tugging at his boyfriend’s head.
“You threw it on the ground!”
“Not that one, genius. Where’s the headband for these ears?”
“Don’t ask me!”
“They’re on your head!” Hajime groaned.
“But I didn’t put them there! These ears are practically glued to me.” Nagito whined.
Hajime continued to pull with all of his strength. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ll take these off even if it’s the last thing I–”
Hissss.
Hajime froze. Where did that sound come from?
The ears in Hajime’s hands leaned back and flattened against Nagito’s head. Hajime, for the second time, let go of them.
He then glanced down, feeling something poking at his trousers. It was Nagito’s slender, white tail, tucked low in between his legs.
And when Hajime looked up to see where the hissing sound had come from, he paled.
Nagito’s lips curled back, and his mouth opened slightly. He flashed his teeth, which were now pointy.
“What the fuck?” Hajime exclaimed breathlessly. He covered his mouth and pointed at Nagito. “What…What happened to your teeth?!”
Nagito tilted his head. “What are you talking about, Hajime?” His tail swooped from under his legs and curved upwards. Likewise, his ears also went back to their normal position.
“Your teeth…they’re pointy! Get over here, I’ll show you.”
Hajime dragged Nagito into his room and rushed him to the mirror. Immediately, Nagito gasped.
“My tail can’t go this high. It can only hang a little low. That’s what the seller told me.”
Hajime walked behind Nagito. “You have two tails. One of them isn’t moving, and it’s hanging low.” He reached into Nagito’s pants to take off the fake tail.
“Yeah! That’s the tail I bought.”
“And that’s not the weirdest part of it. Open your mouth and take a look. You’ve grown fangs out of nowhere!”
Nagito did as he was told and examined his sharp teeth. “I see.”
“You have real cat ears, a real cat tail, and real fangs.” Hajime paced around in circles. “So whatever happened to you turned you into a…” He struggled to get the words out. “a cat??”
“That seems like the only logical explanation.” Nagito remarked in an eerily calm tone.
“It sounds like bullshit to me. But unfortunately, it’s real. It just…it doesn’t make any sense!”
“Oh no, it makes total sense to me.” Nagito sat on Hajime’s bed.
“How the hell does becoming a cat make sense to you?” Hajime felt as though he was at wit’s end.
He put his head in his hands. “I went through immense joy today. It only makes sense that I would go through immense despair in turn. I always get hit with a wave of misfortune, so I should have seen something like this coming.”
“And so that makes turning into an animal a logical phenomenon?”
“Supposedly.”
Hajime rolled his eyes and walked over to Nagito. “Don’t say that. Whatever it is, we need to find out what caused it and get you back to normal.” He gave his catboy boyfriend a hug and a pat on the back.
“But what if my bad luck spreads to you? What if you become a cat, Hajime?”
“Uh…That won’t happen.” Hajime swallowed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He lied.
“You know how my bad luck spreads.” Nagito warned.
“Nothing bad will happen to me.”
“Do you promise?”
“I-I can’t promise anything, but I assure you that I’ll be fine.”
Nagito sighed. He then gave Hajime a smile. “Well, you are a symbol of hope. With you around, there’s nothing to fear apart from fear itself. Right?”
“Y-yeah, you could say that.” Hajime forced a smile. He moved his hand closer to Nagito’s. “But despite whatever happens to me, I’ll make sure you’re back to normal.”
“Really?” Nagito gripped his lover’s hand.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well you see, I–”
“Don’t answer that. I don’t wanna hear it.” Hajime interrupted.
“But–”
“Nope. Not listening.”
“But–”
“It doesn’t matter what you think you are. There’s no reason why I wouldn’t help you.”
“But why are you helping me?” Nagito asked.
Hajime frowned. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“No, not really.”
“You’re my boyfriend, Nagito. We’re literally dating.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to help me. That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Are you serious? Well, all you need to know is that I’m helping you. That’s final.”
“I need to know why.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do.”
“You literally don’t.”
Nagito squeezed his chin, making it look like he was thinking. “Are you helping me for your own personal gain? Or to backstab me later?”
“Come on Nagito, you know those things could never be true.” Hajime moved his thumb in circles on Nagito’s hand.
“Then why are you helping me? It shouldn’t hurt to say.”
Hajime inhaled, looking away from Nagito.
“It…It’s because I love you. You idiot.”
There was a moment of silence between the two. Then, Nagito leaned into the crook of Hajime’s neck and hummed.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
Hajime grunted, his tan complexion turning pink. “Yeah, whatever.”
Nagito planted a kiss on Hajime’s neck. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed, Hajime.”
“Shut up.”
“Tsundere.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Hajime glared at his boyfriend. He then shrugged and crawled into his bed.
“What are you doing, Hajime?” One of Nagito’s ears bent in curiosity.
“Going to sleep. You can stay the night if you want, I don’t mind.”
“Huh?”
“I’m going to sleep.” Hajime repeated in a louder voice.
“...You don’t want to shut me up?”
“Not now.”
“Ah, I see.” Nagito sulked. “I suppose becoming a cat has made me repulsive and unfuckable.”
Hajime rubbed his eyes. “You should go to sleep too.”
“You didn’t even deny it…”
“If I did, you wouldn’t listen!” Hajime protested.
“So then, why don’t you want to?”
“I’m too tired to fuck you, Nagito. Let’s get some rest so we can solve your problem tomorrow.”
“Fine.” He sank into the bed and kissed Hajime’s nose. “Good night, Hajime. I love you.”
“I love you too, Nagito. Good night.” Hajime mumbled.
The two young men then drifted to sleep. For Hajime, surprisingly, this sleep felt more relaxing than his earlier nap.
Even though there was a huge issue at hand and he was surrounded by confusion, he was able to sleep more peacefully.
He slowly opened one eye. He saw Nagito snoring ever so softly with a slight smile on his face.
He looks so cute when he’s sleeping.
…
Probably because he’s calm for once. I can never catch a break with him. Jeez.
Hajime gave Nagito a peck on the lips and went back to sleep.
Summary: Nagito has a weird obsession with petplay, and Hajime isn’t sure whether he’s supposed to be concerned, embarrassed, or if he's already in too deep.
It was a normal late afternoon when Hajime Hinata heard a quiet knocking on his door.
He slowly walked over to the door, half-awake from his brief nap. As soon as he opened the door, he regretted his decision.
Standing before him was his boyfriend, Nagito Komaeda, wearing white cat ears and a fluffy white tail to match.
“N-Nagito?” Hajime stammered.
Nagito grinned with false innocence. “Hello Master!”
Weird people have weird fetishes; that’s a concept that isn’t too hard to grasp. With that, it’s only fitting that someone as weird as Nagito Komaeda would also have a weird fetish.
Fortunately for his boyfriend, Hajime Hinata, Nagito’s fetish wasn’t anything too outlandish. Of all the things that were utterly disgusting and horrifying for a strange person to be into, Nagito was into something that was weird, but tame. Petplay.
It confused him the first time, in their early stages of dating. Nagito had approached Hajime with cat ears and a tail. He dropped to his knees and began meowing and crawling around.
“Hajime…look at me. A lowly human being such as me, a mere animal. Treat me like the animal I am! Make me your faithful servant, and become my master!”
Hajime thought he was hallucinating. If Nagito hadn’t stopped him from walking out, he would have never received an explanation for his puzzling behavior.
Nagito then introduced Hajime to petplay. Out of all the random things he was into, he was into this form of roleplay the most. It was fitting for a lowly subhuman entity such as himself to be treated like a pet. Being treated like one not only felt correct to Nagito, it felt good. Just thinking of it made him excited.
And since then, Hajime played into Nagito’s desires. He sometimes cringed at their sessions when they crossed his memory.
“Who’s my naughty little kitten?”
“M-Me master! I’m your filthy nasty kitten! Ah…Hajime…I’m gonna–”
No! Stop!
Hajime’s face burned a bright red with embarrassment as he remembered their last session. As weird as it was however, Hajime wasn’t so opposed to petplay. He hated to admit it, but he actually enjoyed it a little. Nagito made the kink grow on him, making Hajime discover a side to himself he never knew he had. A side to himself he wished he didn’t have.
So when Hajime opened his door and saw Nagito standing shamelessly with cat ears on his head and a moving tail strapped to his waist, he instantly flushed.
“Wh-What the hell are you doing here, Nagito?” He sputtered.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Nagito paused before reaching to stroke Hajime’s hands. “Master?”
Hajime avoided Nagito’s gaze. “You have some nerve wearing those ridiculous things out in public.”
Nagito stepped back and chuckled. “A good for nothing piece of trash such as me has no identity separate from serving his master and being their faithful little kitten. I have to let everyone know that I have no identity as a standalone.”
“Well…” Hajime scratched his chin. “Who ever said that I wanted everyone to know this? You’re my kitten, mine only.”
Yikes.
Nagito’s face lit up. “Yes, I am yours only. And so–”
“And so why would you go around with those ears? Are you trying to replace me or something?”
Hajime bit his tongue. Nothing he said was making sense right now.
“Master…I truly am so sorry. I never intended to upset you. In fact, I wanted to do the opposite. But in the act of doing so, I failed terribly. I truly am a hopeless idiot huh? It’s only fitting that a symbol of hope such as you–”
“Out with it!” Hajime barked. He didn’t mean to yell, but he did not want to hear Nagito rave on about hope. “Quit your yapping. None of those empty words will redeem you.” Hajime quickly dragged Nagito into the room and slammed the door, since he knew what this conversation was bound to turn into.
Nagito could barely contain his perverted grin. “So then what, master? What can I do to become a better servant for you?”
“It’s not about what you can do. It's about what I’m going to do.”
“Master…”
“Hurry up and spit it out.” Hajime felt sweat beading on his forehead.
Suddenly, Nagito went on his knees and grabbed Hajime’s hips. He trembled while looking up at Hajime with a look of desire.
“Punish me, master. Please.”
Hajime felt his entire body tense up. He felt his pants grow tighter.
“You’re being awfully needy.” He muttered, trying to avoid Nagito’s gaze.
Nagito nodded eagerly. “Please master…I need you.”
“Is that so?” Hajime swallowed hard. “Then I suppose I’ll punish my little kitten accordingly.”
The two men quickly made their way to the bed. It was a blur of pleasure and desire. Hajime and Nagito both felt as though they had lost their minds during their session, and they could barely remember their own names.
By the end of it, Nagito lay next to Hajime, sweaty and thirsty for air. He turned to face his boyfriend.
“Hajime…that felt so good.”
Hajime took in a big gulp of air. “Yeah. It did.”
Nagito searched for Hajime’s hand under the bedsheets. When he found it, he grabbed it tightly. “I know we do this quite a bit. But today felt different. I think today was my favorite.”
“Is that so?” Hajime moved his thumb around Nagito’s hand. He had no idea what he did differently. He usually approached Nagito’s kink in the same way. He would put on a “tough guy” act and boss Nagito around. Eventually, they would get intimate. What was so different about today?
“Mhm. Today felt super, super good. It’s baffling to think that me, an unfortunate piece of trash, would deserve such treatment!”
Hajime cleared his throat. “Stop talking about yourself like that. And anyways, you only got that treatment because you were misbehaving.”
“Even if I wasn’t misbehaving,” Nagito sat up and stretched. “You’d still take pleasure in giving me that treatment, right?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Hajime groaned as he reluctantly sat up to face Nagito.
Nagito giggled and turned his face away. “Pitiful as it seems…you’re into what I’m into as well, aren’t you? You’re into the same repulsive display of affection as me! How awful…it seems as though my misfortune has infected you. And soon, you’ll become as gross as me. It’s my fault, isn’t it?”
Hajime gasped and lowered his head, hiding his bright red face. “N-No! That’s not it at all! I just…I’m just doing what you asked, that’s all. You told me you wanted to be treated like a cat or dog or…whatever, right? I don’t know jack about this stuff, I’m only playing into what you want!”
Nagito’s giggles then turned into full on laughter. When his fit subsided, he gave Hajime a kiss on the cheek and sank into bed. “You’re cute, Hajime.”
Hajime sighed, returning to his original position. “Not true. You’re the cute one.”
“You’re the tsundere.”
“And you’re the ‘kitty cat’.” Hajime retorted.
Nagito let out a loud, dramatic moan. “Oh Hajime! If you keep saying things like that then I’ll…Ah...”
“Don’t wanna hear it!” Hajime instinctively grabbed a pillow and whacked it across Nagito’s face. His face was already burning from Nagito’s previous remarks. If this continued, Hajime feared that his body temperature would reach concerning heights.
After processing what had happened to him, Nagito snatched the same pillow from Hajime’s hands and smacked him. “Hey, that wasn’t so nice now, was it?”
“It’s not nice to take what doesn’t belong to you.” Hajime replied, slowly taking another pillow.
“It was just self-defense!” Nagito whined. Without thinking, Hajime slapped him again. This time, Nagito clumsily tumbled off the bed.
“You’ll pay for this, Hajime.” Nagito jokingly warned. “I’m done playing fair.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see.” Hajime grunted.
With that, Nagito and Hajime engaged in a friendly pillow fight, repeatedly smacking each other back and forth. It lasted for a while, before the two eventually grew weary.
The two young men were exhausted. This entire late afternoon was a rollercoaster for them. Their faces were rosy and hot, with sweat trickling down their foreheads. They struggled to catch their breaths. Their rapid heartbeats synced as they stared each other down.
“Man, I’m tired.” Hajime wiped sweat off his face.
Nagito hummed. “Same here. My head aches a little.”
Hajime reached his hand to stroke the back of Nagito’s head. “Did I hit you too hard?”
“A little.”
“Ah. I’m sorry, I kinda…I got out of control.”
Nagito closed his eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry Hajime, it's fine. I deserve all the pain that comes my way.”
“Come on, Nagito!” Hajime groaned. “Stop saying all that crap about yourself. You know none of that is true.”
“But it is, I’m afraid. And for that reason, I will leave my headache as is.”
Hajime frowned. “Oh no you won’t.”
“Oh yes I will.”
Hajime inhaled sharply, bracing for impact.
“Is that so? Then it would appear that you’ve learned nothing from your punishment. How shameful.”
He crossed his fingers, hoping not to send Nagito into another craze.
Nagito stuttered. “I…I didn’t…”
“I don’t care. You will get medicine for your headache right now. That’s an order. Do you understand?”
Seeing Nagito’s blank face, Hajime bit his lip.
“Kitten?”
As if by magic, Nagito perked up. “Yes, understood. I’ll look for something. I suppose Mikan has things for headaches.”
Hajime nodded. “Good. Now you go and do that. When you’re done, come back so I can treat you.”
“Alright.” Nagito gave Hajime a final kiss on the nose, and headed to the door. “I’ll be back. Bye Hajime!”
“Bye Nagito!” Hajime let out a sigh of relief and sank into his bed. He loved his boyfriend more than anything, but he sure was hard to take care of.
He closed his eyes and rested, when a sudden realization forced his eyes open. “Wait a second.”
Hajime scanned around the room in a panic. He checked the bed, under the covers, on the surfaces, and behind every corner. Hajime then slapped his forehead. The ears and tail were nowhere to be found.
So Nagito was most likely still walking around with them on.
How embarrassing.
“He’ll deal with that issue on his own.” Hajime forced himself to say. “Anyways, it's not like anything’ll happen because of it. Everyone already sees him as a weirdo, so it won’t be a big deal.”
With that, Hajime resumed his rest and eventually fell into a conflicted slumber.
Thank you so much for your support and for reading my works. I do apologize for them being slow since I was put on a schedule this summer, but I will try to get to your requests in a timely manner :)
I'm trying to note what people like so that I can write things that aren't exactly requested. The Gojo headcanons did really well, so I'll try to watch more JJK and write more fanfics about it (I am very, very behind on it...)
And I started watching Blue Lock and I am obsessed with it, especially the cast (and my goat Isagi Yoichi) so I'm planning to write about it.
Anyways this was just a random ramble. I want to thank you guys again for reading my things and for being patient with me, I'll do my best to deliver more content :)
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hiii can i request Nishinoya from Haikyuu finding a stray dog that follows him everywhere, and the kurasano teams reaction to it please!
I'm so sorry I saw this very late :( But ofcc this is so cute
Noya found this dog behind a trash can and fed it food.
The dog wanted more and eventually followed him all the way to school.
He did not realize the dog was following him until Tanaka pointed it out.
"Hey Noya. You never told me you adopted a dog! What's its name?"
"Huh?"
Once he realized, he was really excited. He decided to name the dog Thunder, after "Rolling Thunder."
Hinata loved the dog and tried to play with it.
"If you don't have a place for it, we should keep it here as a team pet. It can be our second mascot!"
"That's a great idea!"
Coach Ukai, Daichi, Tsukishima, and Kageyama were strictly against this idea, though.
Coach Ukai and Daichi said that the dog had no place in here and that it would be a distraction.
Kageyama emphasized the distraction part: the dog would run all over the place and set the team up for failure.
Tsukishima just disliked the dog overall and found it to be annoying.
"Nishinoya found and named the dog. It probably has bad luck written all over it."
"Yeah! It can't be trusted." Yamaguchi replied.
"C'mon guys, don't say that."
Deep down, Yamaguchi thought the dog was pretty cute. Yachi, Suga. and Takeda felt the same way, too.
"I know we can't keep him, but we should at least try something. He's too cute!"
Kiyoko and Asahi then formulated a plan to keep some food and water outside for the dog, in case it returned to eat something.
"It's not officially ours and won't stay here permanently. But if it ever follows Nishinoya or finds itself near our school, there will be some food here for it."
"Can Thunder still be our honorary mascot?"
"Honorary second mascot. But yes." Asahi said.
The dog was then given some food and water, and it stayed outside. After some hours, it ran off.
"Bye Thunder! Hopefully we meet again!"
"Hopefully not..."
Since that day, Thunder made frequent trips to the gym, since he knew food and head pats awaited him there. When he had his fill, he went out to adventure, and the team could resume what they were doing.
Thunder was Karasuno's honorary second mascot, treasured and loved by the whole team.
He is a huge science nerd, more specifically, chemistry.
Enjoys getting into debates about deep topics.
Pretty flirtatious, but is easy to embarrass
Loves playing games with you. His favorites with you are Minecraft and random Roblox games where you guys can goof around and troll
He has mixed feelings towards PDA. He’s not too keen about the idea of drawing attention, but really fascinated about showing you off. He’s a pretty contradictory guy.
Can get jealous and a little overprotective
Very clingy
Helps you with your homework a lot
When you guys are studying near each other, he will make corny and cheesy pick-up lines related to the topic
He looks pretty skinny, but he’s really strong. He still manages to shock you when he is able to carry you around the place, even though he does it a lot.
I suck at writing smut/suggestive stuff...I hope this is good lmao
A couple of weeks had passed since your brief but special encounter with your coworker, Giyuu Tomioka. It was your favorite thing to remember.
The two of you spent the train ride home exchanging glances at each other, and you were able to soak in all of his handsome features. When you guys left the train, you planned to see each other again at the hangout that was scheduled for this week.
Every time you reminisced the scene, you always tried to read Giyuu. Something that was close to impossible. You were still puzzled on why he exchanged glances with you, and why he confirmed he was going once you told him you were. You told your friends during a lunch date, and they were not much help, giving you mixed ideas.
"I think he's just a shy person." Your more serious friend explained. She worked at the same place as you and knew about Giyuu. "He does not talk to many people. He's looking at you because you're awkward and because he sees that you're looking at him. He could be self-conscious or confused, causing him to return the look.
"As for the hangout, he looks at you as a helpful person. Your attending could make him less averse to the idea of going. I know you like him and all, but you need to think realistically here."
You sulked. She was not wrong. Giyuu did not say much to you. All he knew was that you kept looking at him and were able to help him on the train. He could've just seen you as some weird and helpful coworker, nothing more. The thought upset you, but you understood that it was most likely the most correct one.
You stirred your drink and sighed. "You're right. Thanks for letting me know."
But then came your other friend, who was the complete opposite of the serious one. She was romantic, outgoing, and best of all, extremely delusional. (Or optimistic, as she liked to put it).
"What? Don't tell me you're giving up right now. You need to read into what is happening! The guy you like is shy. Shy guys don't express their feelings, but they show signs. If he had no interest in you, he would not stare you down. If he had no interest in you, he would definitely never think of changing his plans for you! He asked you before making his final decision. You had an impact on him. Think about it."
You nodded. You liked hearing from your romantic friend more. And you especially liked the rationale she always gave behind her reasons. It sounded absurd sometimes, but it made sense. It gave you hope.
You gave a small smile. "I'll think about it. Whether he likes me or not, I can still appreciate his good looks. That's what matters most to me."
"You should ask him out at that little event." Your romantic friend suggested with a smile.
"No way." Your serious friend shook her head. "It would be a huge risk."
"She has nothing to lose if her work crush likes her back."
"She will go insane if he does not like her back."
"It's worth a shot."
"She should play it safe and slow."
You listened to your friends go back and forth. Their conversation reminded you of your own brain: there was a serious side that wanted to protect you, and a wild side that believed in anything. You exhaled and listened, waiting for the clamor to die down.
When it finally did, you decided to change the subject. "So, are you going to the hangout?" You asked your serious friend.
She shook her head. "I have something that I am doing with my boyfriend and family. And it's not like I even like those hangouts anyway."
"I want to go to your hangout. Am I allowed?" Your romantic friend raised her hand.
You shrugged. "I mean, the place is public. It's going to be at a little bar, the one downtown. If you wanted to show up, you could."
She leaned back in her chair and hummed. "True. I was going to ask if they allow plus twos, since I would like to go with my boyfriend. But I guess there is no need."
You nodded and checked the time on your phone. It was 2:34. You told them you were staying until 3, but you were eager to go home.
"Well, I'm going home, guys. See you later."
Your friends waved to you and continued with their conversation.
"Taking wild risks takes you nowhere." Your serious friend started.
Your romantic friend grinned. "You only say that because you've never taken one."
Their voices faded away as you exited the restaurant and made your way to the parking lot. You powered on your car and closed your eyes for a few seconds. Your head was swollen with thoughts.
You thought about what your friends said. The possibility that Giyuu liked you, and the possibility that he did not. You thought about whether it was better to be bold and straightforward, or whether saying nothing was the more optimal choice.
And finally, you felt a twinge of jealousy towards your friends. No matter what they did or how they approached romance, they were able to find partners. No matter what you did or how you approached romance, you always left empty-handed, doomed only to crushing and yearning and never being in a real relationship.
That's what made it hard for you to take their advice. You could pick one, pick both, or pick neither. It did not matter. It was not going to work for you the way it worked for them. It never was, and you believed that it never would.
You forced yourself to lift your chin up. You had better things to think about. You had work, rent, and the event to think about.
The event.
You really did not want to go. But you found that it would be a disappointment for Giyuu if you did not show up. After all, interest or no interest, you changed his mind. If you bailed on him, then you would surely never receive the results you desired.
You pulled out your keys and bit your bottom lip. You pushed away any thoughts of avoiding the hangout. You were going.
Days flew by, and it was finally the day of the hangout. You bore a smile on your face. You were pretty excited.
This week at work, you were able to continue playing eye tag with Giyuu and even have a conversation with him. Baby steps were being taken, but your relationship with Giyuu was growing stronger and stronger.
Because of this, you felt no aversion to the hangout. You were happy to go.
You picked out a dress from your closet in one of your favorite colors. The dress was the perfect combination of dressy and casual. It leaned more towards the casual aspect, which was good considering the occasion. You spent a while making sure that you looked nice and that nothing you put on was too over the top. When you finished, you stepped back and smiled.
You entered your car, powered it on, and started making your way to the bar. While you were driving, you could not help but to think about Giyuu.
You wondered how he was getting ready. If he was actually excited about going. Or if he would bail on you last minute.
That last thought made your heart sink. But you shook your head. Your romantic friend would be at the bar. If he did not show up, you could talk to her.
And even if he did show up, what would the two of you talk about? Work? Bills? The evening train?
You arrived at the bar. It was easy to spot the table where your coworkers sat. It surprised you how little people showed up. Your eyes perked up when they met Giyuu's.
"Hey!" One of your coworkers gave you a high five and smiled. "Glad you could make it. I was scared that you were going to dip, just like everyone else."
Another coworker nodded. "Some people had other things planned, and some people had mysterious circumstances. I just got the idea that no one wanted to show up."
You nodded and sat next to Giyuu. He looked at you and gave a faint smile. You smiled back at him. "You finally decided to show up?"
"I finally decided a while ago." He answered. He leaned back in his chair and exhaled. "And right now, I don't regret my decision."
You tilted your head in confusion and shrugged. You did not understand what he meant, but you paid no mind to it.
You saw your romantic friend show up with her boyfriend. She waved to you and pointed at Giyuu while making a kissing face. You rolled your eyes and waved back at her.
"Is that your friend?" Giyuu asked.
You jumped you did not realize he saw her. It made you wish you told her that the hangout was at a private place and no plus ones were allowed.
"Yeah. She does not work where we are, but she wanted to tag along with her boyfriend." You answered.
"Ah. Makes sense. This bar seems optimal for couples."
You glanced around. You saw many couples kissing and flirting with each other. You felt a little jealous. "Very optimal."
Giyuu turned to face you. He had a look of hesitation on his face before asking you, "Are you in a relationship?"
Your heart rate sped up. Why was he asking that question? You calmed down and took a rational approach: He was asking you if you were in a relationship because the subject of the conversation was centered around relationships. That's all. You inhaled and casually answered him.
"No. I have not been able to find a partner yet. What about you?"
"Me neither." Giyuu responded. "Finding a partner is hard and quite intimidating. Especially for someone who is not great in their looks, like me."
Your brows furrowed in great confusion. "Not great in their looks"? Did Giyuu see himself? He was extremely handsome. You failed to concentrate at work because you were too busy admiring him! There was no way he believed that he was unattractive in the slightest.
You chuckled. "It surprises me that you don't have anyone. I expected you to have a large group of girls fawning over you all the time."
Giyuu laughed, something you never thought he would do. "Of course not. I have a stern face, and I keep to myself. I don't approach women or seek friends overall. However, I still crave that connection. It just intimidates me."
You took a sip of your drink and studied him closely. He did not look as uptight as usual. Giyuu looked more vulnerable than usual. His eyes were relaxed, he slouched a bit, and he was hesitant in his speech. You could even detect a hint of blush on his cheeks. Maybe it was from drinking. Or maybe it was from something else.
You scooted closer to Giyuu. You decided to be a little bolder. "I think if you put yourself out there and opened yourself up for relationships, you would not have a problem finding someone. I mean, just look at you. You don't look bad."
Giyuu looked startled. You analyzed him to see if he was uncomfortable. He did not move away from you. In fact, he leaned closer to you. You could not help but smile.
"The same could be said about you." He then locked his eyes with yours. "You look really pretty."
Your eyes and his focused carefully on each other. The eye contact was stronger than ever. It lasted over 30 seconds. It lasted a while, and from the looks of it, Giyuu had no intentions of breaking the eye contact. You had no intention of breaking the contact either.
Unlike the eye tag that you and he would play at work, this one was different. Way different.
It was a staring contest.
Your breaths became heavy. Your faces were flushed. You did not want this moment to go to waste, so you decided to use every bit of it.
"You look really handsome, Giyuu." You put a careful hand on his thigh. "Has no one ever told you that before?"
He shook his head. His hands trembled as he reached out to hold your waist. "No one."
You lifted your hand from his thigh to his face and traced along his defined jawline. "In that case, I'll tell it to you straight. You are very attractive. Extremely attractive." You gave a small laugh. "If I were bolder, I would ask you out immediately."
"Really?" He questioned with a smile. "What you tell me now- does it not count as asking me out?"
"Not if I don't say, 'Can I be your girlfriend?'. It doesn't count." You answered jokingly. Where you were now, you could not understand your own words. Everything seemed like a blur to you, and you simply did not care anymore.
Giyuu leaned in closer, his grip on you tightening slightly. "What's stopping you from asking me?"
"No idea." Your senses were rapidly leaving you, and you really did not want to do something stupid. However, your last sense could tell that something stupid was about to happen, and it was too tired to do anything to prevent it.
"I don't want to do anything I'll regret." You said.
"Who said you'll have any regrets?"
"Do you want to do anything, Giyuu? What do you want?" You asked.
He went quiet for a couple of seconds before pulling you closer and kissing you. It was all so sudden, and you could not even properly process it.
You suspected that he could not properly process what was happening either. There was no way Giyuu would consciously start kissing you out of nowhere.
But your wits had all fled, and all you knew at the moment was pleasure. You returned the kiss, going deeper into it with your tongue. At this point, it was less of a kiss and more of a make out session.
Your brain was foggy, and your awareness was hazy. Your hands uselessly reached out to grab and touch whatever part of Giyuu they could access. Giyuu's grip on you was strong, and his kisses were violent. It felt like he was fighting with your tongue, and you found yourself getting tired and thirsty for air. When you tried to pull away from the kiss, he would draw you back in and kiss you even rougher.
You were on cloud nine.
Who else could boast such an opportunity? Making out with the cute coworker who was nothing more than a hallway crush. For someone like you, it was incredible.
Giyuu started to leave your mouth alone. You were thankful for the break, but a little disappointed. Your disappointment quickly left when he started to attack your neck.
You suddenly let out a moan, which made him suck at your neck faster. Giyuu was surprisingly able to reach your sensitive parts, something that only stimulated your noises further. You dug your nails into his skin, making him grunt and curse as a response.
The rest of the night was a blur. You had no idea what had happened after that. You only knew that you felt good. You felt extremely good.
Something you really liked was that the whole time, his eyes remained glued to yours. When you glanced away, he would lightly slap you.
"Keep your eyes on me, okay?"
You followed his command (or at least tried to) with your whole heart. You were obsessed with glaring into his eyes and sometimes felt ashamed to. But now you were being told to?
It was like a dream.
Later, you saw black. You stretched and yawned. It was morning.
It was morning, but not in your own bed.
You looked around, left and right. You then saw Giyuu, who was sleeping soundly with his shirt off.
You assumed that this was his house and that he had taken you home after the hangout. And seeing that his shirt was off, it was possible that he either a. always slept with his shirt off, or b. Did who knows what with you.
Whatever it was, you were not bothered. You slowly sank back into his bed.
Whatever it was, did not matter. Not only were you able to continue looking at Giyuu, but you got close to him. Really close to him. Close in a way that you assumed was not possible.
The future was looking bright for you. You felt nothing but excitement and bliss. Your work crush now saw you in a whole new light. And you hoped that this night with him would not be the last one. You hoped for many more after this one. You hoped that maybe in the future, the two of you could officially call each other partners.
But for now, you closed your eyes and relaxed. You were content for now, and that is what mattered to you.
I know you said you'd like some fic requests and you'd be happy to write most things, but a list of what you are comfortable with and/or knowing would be nice too!
Of course!
I am comfortable writing pretty much anything I can write, fluff, some smut, and anything else. Going to the extremes, I will never write about anything illegal. Nothing problematic, like grape, incst, s/a or similar things. I also do not write dark romance or anything like that. Nothing racist, homophobic, sexist, or anything that is disrespectful to my religion (Christianity) or to the religions of others. But I'm assuming that nothing too weird will be requested since I'm just starting out, and I'm just writing anime fanfics
If the series has no canon adult version of the character, and you want smut, I am not going to write it. For example, Haikyuu and Tokyo Revengers have timeskips where the characters are adults, which is okay for me. But shows Saiki K doesn't have any aged-up characters (at least from what I remember), so the worst I could write would be fluff. Flirting could be suggestive since they're teenagers, but no action.
I write anime fanfics. If you want something else, I could do it, but it would be extremely ooc depending on what it is. Idk anything about Harry Potter so you might be disappointed lol. But if it's Shameless or The Outsiders, I could give it a shot. There are some animes I don't know well either, but they would be easier for me since I'm exposed to their fandoms more yk?
Finally, this is just an apology in advance if anything I write is ooc or unexpected. I'll do my absolute best to write about characters and shows that I'm unfamiliar with, and if it's not the best, I apologize.
These are the fandoms that I'm in and can definitely write for:
Haikyuu, MHA, Assasination Classroom, JJK, Nanbaka, OHSHC, Ensemble Stars, Bang Dream, Project Sekai, One Piece, TBHK, Bungo Stray Dogs, Moriarty the Patriot, Durarara, Soul Eater, Hetalia, Brand New Animal, The Promised Neverland, Osomatsu-San, Spy x Family, Hunter x Hunter, Show By Rock, Beastars, Mob Psycho, Vocaloid, Servamp, NGE, Obey Me, and many, many more! (It's kinda hard to remember every anime I've watched lol)
If an anime is not here (like Naruto or AOT) I could still write for it! I wrote a Demon Slayer fic and I haven't watched it, and it was alright. If that is the case, it most likely will be ooc or inaccurate. To hide it, I might put the character in an AU or some type of situation. But I am trying to watch more "mainstream" animes to gain more familiarity. (Because it's kinda weird that I can write a fanfic about Jyugo from Nanbaka in an instant but will draw blanks for a Naruto character...)
Anyways, thank you for asking, and I hope this answered your question well!
This man never failed to capture your attention, specifically the attention of your eyes. It was something about his appearance that forced you to look anytime he was nearby.
Was it his eyes? Their captivating blue color that complemented their slender shape?
Was it his majestic hair? His slightly messy but long hair that you had the urge to feel?
Was it his build? His slender but athletic and attractive physique?
Or was it his overall composure? The way he held himself, with a string of tranquility followed by strength?
You could not place a finger on it. Perhaps it was all of the above. Perhaps it was none of the above. Whatever it was, you knew that your eyes liked what they saw.
You also knew that your eyes liked it when he returned the eye contact.
It would be for a split second. You would scan and admire his features for some seconds. And almost instinctively, Giyuu's eyes would lock with yours.
That eye contact never failed to make your heart skip a beat. Your eyes would widen and quickly return to the floor, desk, or whatever was more important for you to look at.
You hastily tried to hide your blush and drank some water in an attempt to relax your rapid heartbeat. You inhaled, exhaled, and returned to your work. When you glanced back up, Giyuu was gone. The scene had finished.
Your cheeks were sore and embarrassed. Your heart was tired from the rush. Your hands complained, since their resting period was over and their work time began. Your head felt hot while your hands felt cold. Your tongue was dry while your palms glistened with sweat. You were a flustered mess; you felt embarrassed and scatterbrained as you tried to pull yourself together.
However, your eyes seemed to love the adrenaline. They liked to move back and forth. Your eyes liked to see how much of Giyuu they could absorb before their cover was blown. They liked the feeling of looking into his blue eyes for a fleeting moment. The rest of your body shriveled in shame, while your eyes fluttered with excitement.
This scene was a game to your eyes. A game of tag.
"Eye tag," to be exact. That is what you started to call it.
You started to allow the eye tag to happen. Your eyes would habitually scan for Giyuu at work.
Sometimes, he would not notice your gaze. Your body would be at ease, but your eyes would long for something more. When this happened, Giyuu's eyes were usually downcast. Your eyes did not like that. They wanted to make contact with Giyuu's eyes. They would dart away in defeat, waiting for the next opportunity.
When the next opportunity came and came well, your eyes rejoiced. They tried to recall all the details they were able to remember about Giyuu. Your eyes were pleased for the day, as long as Giyuu returned the eye contact.
A couple of weeks later, on the evening train home, you noticed a familiar figure board the train. It was Giyuu, your attractive coworker.
You were coming home hungry for dinner, but your eyes were well fed from the sight. His back was turned to you, but you took in the sight of his body, the way it looked nice in his formal attire. You admired his hair, still looking irresistibly touchable and soft. It was unusual to see him at this time, so you drank in all of his looks.
This was your first time seeing him on the train. He wandered around quite a bit, almost looking confused. He slowly walked around and chose to sit next to you.
Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. Why was he sitting next to you? You scanned for empty seats on the train. Were there any other empty seats? Your eyes confirmed, there were about four. Out of five empty seats, why did he want to sit next to you?
You tried to slowly look at Giyuu, but were shocked to see that he was already gazing down at you. His eyes were focused and steady, as though he were studying you. When your eyes met his, his eyes immediately sped away.
Was Giyuu playing eye tag as well?
You shook off the thought. He was most likely awkward. But then, why was he staring at you?
You made the bold decision to ask him about something. You turned to face him, clearing your throat and tapping his shoulder. "Excuse me?"
His eyes slowly made their way back to yours. "Hm?" He replied.
"You're Giyuu...right? Giyuu Tomioka. We are coworkers." You wanted to explode. You felt so embarrassed and silly. Of course, you knew his name. Of course, you guys worked at the same place. You wanted to slap your forehead.
"Yes I am. I recognize you. Do you need anything?"
You realized his voice was as attractive as his looks. You bit the inside of your cheek, retaining as much composure as you could. "Actually, I was going to ask if you needed help. I've never seen you on the evening train before, and I take it all the time. You look a little confused, and I'd be willing to offer assistance." You offered with a small smile.
Giyuu slowly nodded and looked down. "Yes...I need some help. I boarded a random train and am unsure if this one will take me to my station. Does this one go to station R402?"
"Yes, it does. In fact, that's my stop! Don't worry, you're in the right place."
"Thank goodness." Giyuu exhaled.
You nodded at him, then turned back to face ahead of you. The rest of the train ride was boring and awkward.
Well, not for your eyes.
They were able to play many rounds of eye tag with Giyuu. And he seemed to be compliant most of the time. You guys gave each other brief side glances. Back and forth, back and forth. It was almost as if they were having a conversation with each other.
Giyuu's gaze was determined, but soft in a sense. When he was the one looking first, his eyes would move quickly. When he was the one looking last, his eyes would move slowly to meet yours. You admired that about him.
Why he was playing eye tag with you, you had no clue. But your eyes enjoyed it, and that was all that mattered in the moment.
The train soon reached station R402. You and Giyuu stood simultaneously and played a different type of eye tag. It was not even "tag" this time. Your eyes locked on to each other's, drinking in all of the sights.
This tag was longer. It was not super long, but it was longer than usual. Your eyes found this to be their favorite type of tag.
When you guys exited the train, Giyuu waved at you. "Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it."
"Don't mention it." You replied, trying to seem cool. There was a request you wanted to make to him before you guys departed.
"Are you going to the employee hangout next week? Just curious."
Giyuu shrugged. "I was unsure of whether or not I would go. Are you going?"
"I think I'll go. My weekend is free for a while." You watched him intently for an answer.
"If that's the case, I guess I will go too."
You grinned.
"Well, I'm going home now. Thank you for everything and have a nice day." Giyuu turned and started to walk.
"You too!" You waved after him. As the two of you parted ways, you head flooded with thoughts.
Giyuu was iffy on going, but implied that he would go because you were going to be there. Was he interested in you?
You shrugged and smiled. That was a question that did not have a definite answer at the moment. In fact, that question may never find an answer. But you were content.
Your eyes were content.
A fun and stimulating game of eye tag always pleased your eyes. And something told you that the games were not about to end anytime soon.
That was enough to keep you feeling good. Your eyes could continue to race against time, to rush to identify all of Giyuu's admirable features before he caught you. Even he would participate in the game.
And sometimes, a different type of game would commence. One that was barely a game. Your eyes would meet and bask in the contact for a time that was short in reality, but felt like an eternity.
It did not matter what answers you had or did not have. For the fact that eye tag could continue, you felt fulfilled.
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Hello! I am starting again on this app and I want to be able to write fanfics and stuff for people! I'm still a newgen here and idk my original works were getting no attention at all, so I'm assuming that writing fan things will do better!
The only thing is that idk what I should write. I want to write, have ideas, but I'm honestly stuck.
I hope hope hope that this post will reach people (which is unlikely since I'm unpopular here) bc I need requests. Summer is starting soon and I need smth to do.
I can write literally anything. Anything. It might be a little ooc but I will try my best.
Idk how else to put this correctly lmao. Please someone give me something to write omg I am so desperate...I'll write anything...
Sure, you have heard this many times. It is quite harsh, but not really a groundbreaking statement.
However, take a close look. Perhaps my findings are common knowledge, or have never been considered. Whatever the case, take a look.
They say they are for the children.
They fight to ban abortion. Why? Because an unborn child deserves life and opportunities. Women should be able to produce more children into this world, regardless of their circumstance.
They fight LGBTQ in schools. Drag queens should not be allowed to read to toddlers. Young children should not be allowed to question themselves. They should be taught that girls are girls, boys are boys, and that girls date boys, boys date girls.
They make laws to ban social media. To restrict teens online. To ban tiktok, and to make social media unavailable for those under 18.
They do these in the name of protecting children.
I am not against protecting children. In fact, I believe that children should be shielded to prevent problems in their later lives.
However, there is another part of safety that this country has not considered.
As children depart to school, students and parents hold one common fear: school shooting attacks.
The number of children, from kindergarten and beyond that have had their lives taken away from these disasters is just unbelievable. Even if the number was only one, that would be unacceptable.
There is no need for guns in the hands of people, for the second amendment was only for creating militias or small neighborhood armies. We have the FBI, CIA, and multiple branches of military. That is why there is no need for guns in the hands of people.
The government is more willing to defend the usage of guns, “the 2nd amendment right” over the lives of children. To defend an inanimate weapon over an innocent child. How long will we have to go to school scared?
You can increase the age for owning a gun. You can place a therapy on every corner of the street. You can offer free counseling to every human in America. You can do a million strict background checks before gun purchasing. Anything really. But for the fact that those weapons are in the hands of the people, this problem is not bound to go away.
So let’s tie this together. Where is the hypocrisy?
I believe the hypocrisy is that the government believes they are for the children. They restrict our social media and access to LGBTQ education. They also force mothers to bring us into this world. They believe they are for us children.
But if that is the case, why should we fear for the place we spent so much time in? Children go to school 5 days a week, 7+ hours a day. The place we spend so much time in is the place where we enter, fearing for our lives.
A child will not die from watching a tiktok video. A child will not die from seeing a man in a skirt. A child will not die from learning that some people of the same gender love each other. And when an abortion is done, it is not yet a child, or even a baby for that matter.
Is the Moon really beautiful?
It could be the moon is only beautiful because it is far away
As you sway in the hamper watching the day come to close
You wonder how the astronauts see the Earth
Does it seen more glorious when cannot see all the chaos happening inside
What if the moon is not as beautiful as it seems
That it was just in our dreams
-ACE
He was in the midst of a terrible, terrible bloody war. A war between two bright nations.
As ruler of the winning nation (and also the one responsible for starting the war), the king decided to reflect on himself for a while.
Why had he declared war on that country? He was not friendly with their king. But what was the true reason for conflict?
Many benefits would come out of the war if his nation won. He would have a larger empire, a better disciplined military, and more glory overall. Rulers from all over would look at the king’s country as strong and rich.
The king smiled to himself as he sat in his chair. He did not need to find a reason. In the end, the rewards would come through. When that happened, no one will ask what the purpose was. No one would care. He most certainly would not care. He would be too busy boasting his land and fame to struggle over reasons.
He relaxed in his chair longer. It was quiet from where he stayed, one of the highest rooms in the castle. The king slowly closed his eyes as a smile started to appear on him.
He immersed himself a daydream of his new nation. Large and mighty. The land of the losing country that burned by the tragedies of war started to rebuild into the unified state controlled by the king. The people from the former nation resented him at first. However, once they discovered what he had in store, they grew to adore him. The military grew: the winning nation had more experience, and the losing nation added to the winning one. The losing king refused to live as a peasant. So the king executed him. It was a private one, only done in front of the king’s eyes. It pleasured him greedily.
Kings and queens lined up at the king to give him gifts and congratulations for the new empire. They discussed alliance plans, knowing that going against this kingdom would be impossible. As they frantically suggested collaboration, the king gave a small smile, saying he would think it over. He weighed out which nations were worthier than others, and which nations he could gift a surprise attack to. He chuckled to himself. This new life was the best. Starting war was a brilliant idea. But why did he do it? What was the reason?
As soon as that question came to him, he woke up. The king looked around, and saw that he was dreaming. He grumbled to himself, but lightened his mood. “Soon it will happen. Very soon. I just have to wait for it.”
Just then, his advisor walked in. “Your Highness, you are needed by a…” the advisor looked around and hesitated. “a child goddess.”
“A goddess?” The king repeated. He quickly scratched himself to affirm that he was no longer dreaming. He was not.
“Yes your Highness. Actually, two. They say they need to speak with you immediately.”
The king gave a mocking laugh. “Tell the kids that I will not be seeing them. They can run along home and find someone else to fool.”
The advisor had a look of worry on his face. “Your Highness…I am afraid that is not possible. They demand to see you immediately. They are goddesses.”
“Alright, alright. I will listen to them. I have nothing better to do. But they better not waste my time.”
The advisor bowed and skittered away. Shortly, he brought back two little girls with large elegant dresses and contrasting color pallets. From their looks, the king guessed that they were around five years old, maybe six.
“Make this quick.” He mumbled.
The girls bowed. “Good afternoon, your Highness.” The one with the lighter pallet spoke first. “My name is Lilia, and my sister’s name is Silvia. We are goddesses.”
The king clapped foolishly. “Bravo! Alright, how about you show me a magic trick?”
“We…we can do that.” Silvia said softly. Her color pallet was darker than Lilia’s. “However, we need to address something very important first.”
Lilia nodded. “We have been informed of a war going around. Do you know about it your Highness?”
“Of course I do.” He king answered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I am the king of the warring country. I declared the war! Are you saying that I am blind to the happenings in my country?”
Lilia shook her head. “No sir. I am sure you also know of the suffering your people and the other nation’s people are experiencing?”
The king scoffed. “They are suffering to a good cause. Once I exit this battle victorious, both sides will benefit. The people I am attacking will live under me and prosper. They will just have to wait.”
“Are you certain you will win?” Silvia asked. “Why are you warring in the first place? What is the reason?”
“Why not? Is it a sin for me to bear confidence? I do not see the problem. My certainty encourages my troops. They also know they will win. An insecure leader leads a failing nation.” The king answered. The tilted his head up and grinned at the children in a mocking way. “And I do not need a ‘reason’ for what I am doing. In the end, everyone will be happy. Especially me. I have no intention of finding a reason or explanation, or any of that nonsense. Why do I need a reason if I am going to win anyways? Reason will not concern anyone when that happens.”
“You are an inspiring man your Highness, with your confidence and certainty. I am sure your subjects are lucky to have you.” Lilia complimented.
Silvia agreed. “And the people of the other kingdom will love to have you as well. In that case, we should grant you what you want.”
“Yes, yes.” Lilia strolled around, making steady eye contact with the king. “You will win this war. And you will have the land you have always wanted.”
Ecstatic, the king nearly leaped from his chair. “For real? I will win?”
Lilia and Silvia nodded quietly. “You said so yourself, did you not?”
“Thank you! Thank you so, so much! May the two of you shower in riches and love. Thank you!” The king exclaimed.
Lilia and Silvia walked away, smiling and thanking the king for his generosity.
Later on, the war was won. The king’s fantasy was lived. The gained the land, people, and glory. However, he did not execute the other king. He was too happy to plan the killing, and it was not the most important thing to him anyways.
Eventually, the goddesses returned. “Are you enjoying your time sir?” Silvia asked. They placed a metal box at the king’s room.
“I am enjoying indeed. Thank you so much.”
“We cannot give much.” Lilia started. “But we do have one gift. We will stay with you forever. We will remind you about all of this. Forevermore. We must leave now, physically. But we will remain with you.”
The king waved off the goddesses for a second time. They were so kind to him, granting him his wish. He had no way to pay them back.
One day, the king had to give a speech to his new nation. Many were in the audience: the subjects, foreigners, and other rulers. The large crowd made the king swell with pride.
As he stepped onto the podium, he cleared his voice to speak. He took a quick glance at his handwritten speech, but he had no need for it. He practiced and memorized the whole thing, it was like a religious text to him. He firmly faced his audience and smiled.
“Porcus caprae oves morientes volantes unum spatium arbores crescentes sanguine demersae sunt et cadavera humana super cadavera edentes alterius cerebra exeunt.”
The whole crowd looked at the king with confusion. The subjects looked amongst each other. The foreigners avoided the king. And the rulers disappointedly glared at the king, making him look like a fool.
The king looked at his paper. He had not written anything in Latin. In fact, he had never heard, spoken, or even written a word in the language. He nervously turned to his audience, but puffed his chest out. An insecure leader leads a failing nation, and neither of those described the king or his nation.
He sternly continued. “Ganeones. gulosi reliquiis corruptis animalibus putrida gaudent esu. superbi sunt qui anthropophagos exercent. Gulosi sunt. comedunt et comedunt sine requie. cruor ubique redundat. madent ora cruore. maculat sanguine manus. cruor pedibus. mergunt in liquore. fruuntur. sanguinem clamant. urinam clamant. urina et sanguis exit corpus suum ab omnibus foraminibus suis. fatuis”
A foreigner who was educated on the lost language stood up and pointed at the king with a hard, accusing finger. “Your king is chanting curses in Latin. He is not a king, he is a demon! He cries nonsensically about corpses and pride and blood and eating. Who knows what that beast is planning?”
The king could not keep his stern face any longer. He shook his head and tried to protest. But all that came out was more Latin. And to the king’s despair, the Latin was not what he had intended to say. It was as if something was talking for him, something that he could not control.
“That beast.” The same foreigner continued. “He has stopped talking about bodies. He now says “you will stay with me forever.” What could that possibly mean? He is unorganized, and truly unfit to rule!”
“Mecum eris in aeternum.”
“That man went to war with my beautiful nation, and annexed it to his own. I unwillingly place my people into these hands, and you mean to say that this is the man who has taken my people? My people will bow down to a beast! A…a degenerative man! An idiot!” The former king also stood up and yelled to the audience.
“Mecum eris in aeternum.”
The people in the crowd stared angrily at the king. Some subjects threw stones at him, urging him to come back to his senses.
“Mecum eris in aeternum.”
A civilian stood up. “I have better things to do with my time. I am leaving.”
Many left along with him, civilians and rulers combined.
“Mecum eris in aeternum.”
Many stayed, intrigued by the king’s behavior, interested in what he would do next.
The king was brain dead. He stared blankly at the audience, repeating that Latin phrase. He then fell to the ground.
“Look! The king has dropped! He is not dead, he continues to speak in that tongue.” A queen shrieked.
“Mecum eris in aeternum.” The king said again.
The king then started to eat himself. He placed his fingers in his mouth, and devoured them. Within each bite, he continued to repeat:
“Mecum eris in aeternum.”
The king could not fully eat his whole body. What was left were his arms without hands, his full lower half, and his full head. The crowd stared at the king in horror, their hatred turning into confusion and pity.
“Mecum eris in aeternum.”
The king laid in a pool of his own blood and misery. He sat, and sat, and sat. He teared up, but all that came out was blood and urine. He was confused and angry. The king was also solemn. He looked to the sky. He did nothing but say:
“Mecum eris in aeternum.”
And at that very moment, the king exploded. His remains flew in all directions, staining the people of the audience. The ones with sense screamed and ran away. Others collected the organs that were still intact and took them with them.
The king was reduced to nothing and everything, all at once. He had no thoughts. He had no ideas. He could do nothing. Everything that he had worked hard for was gone. He would not be able to enjoy the beauty of winning the war he had declared and fought to exit victoriously.
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