Threaded Delinquent

      It’s hard to tell what’s happening in tandem with his emotions. He feels anger bubbling freely to the surface, surging outward with every swing and motion; even drunk he’s better than all three of these idiots. He’s been through too much fighting not to, and yet still some red headed punk sorts them all out. He even has the gal to hold onto him, and nothing pisses him off more to be handled like a child and treated like he can’t handle himself. 

      He tries to jerk free of course, and when that fails, as his shoulders heave he casts golden hues onto the other, scowls at his parental judgement and practically seethes out, ❝GOD dammit. No one asked you, dad.❞ Words fly loosely, especially around someone simply trying to help him out. He’s too upset and lost to the influence of alcohol and the bitter memory of being helped out by someone else he wants to forget a long time ago. 

      He huffs, hands sloppily reaching out to push Kuro’s off his own and still it results in an iron force he simply can’t move. Damn, what the hell was this guy? And why did he look so familiar? ❝Just let me go already!❞ Was it really such a good idea? No, most certainly not, but the need to fight and forget has him so wound up he can’t help but try to pick one with this mother of a bouncer. ❝Or should I make you?❞

Hi, yeah, what in the actual FUCK was this guy going on about? Kuro supposed that this wasn't the strangest thing that he had ever witnessed, however it was certainly something that he wasn't expecting. He made sure to keep a hard grip on him, so that he didn't try to run over and punch those guys again in the face or something like that.

It was kinda entertaining, all things considered. He was really failing to even budge Kuro, and instead he was just making himself waver in Kuro's grip. "Well, I ain't dad, but it don't matter that no one asked me. Do you have a place you can go home to, like, do I need to call a taxi or something for ya...?"

He really would like to help this guy but Jun himself didn’t know much about student council stuff as well. He assumed it would be fine if Kuro would just shove the papers into their faces, the student council would know what to do. Not giving any comment about Kuro’s statement he turned around the corner and pointed at a door. “There is their room. Just go knock and hand the papers to one of them. They’re probably gonna bark like everyone else.” with that he shrugged and looked over at Kuro. “I’ll wait here. You can bet that they don’t wanna see me.”

At the question Jun nodded. “Yeah.” He would have to make it clear to Hiyori that he didn’t want to be annoyed by him for once but he was already used to take of these little things. “I’m not feeling sorry for you. Just thought it would be nice to offer something, you kinda had a long journey.” Again he shrugged, smiling a little. “You can pick where to sleep. Either the couch or I’ll sleep you take my bed. But you’ll have to deal with a puppy then.” his last words came out more quiet, so no one around them would hear them. After all, it wasn’t allowed to have pets in the dorms. “I’ll let you choose if you wanna stay.”

Kuro would totally just shove the papers in these damn prissy assholes' faces, however he had the feeling that he would get a mouthful from them and a brainfull from the student council. He perfered not to be driven insane by constant lectures, however, so he would politely hand them over in that way that he could do.

He was relieved to hear that Jun was serious about his offer. Kuro nodded again, giving him just a hint of a smile in thanks. "Yeah, that is really nice of you. I didn't mean to come off as rude or anything... Sorry." He found himself blushing a bit, realizing that yeah, that had come off as pretty rude.

Shyly, he nodded. It wasn’t that odd was it? They weren’t in the same unit or class or club or anything… still, he didn’t seem put off by it. 

It may be a little odd, but he wasn’t one to be too picky after his coveted post-crying hug.

Ah, little Hajime was honestly one of the cutest things in this school. If his sister was here, Hajime would probably be ranked somewhere near second. But she wasn't, so he made sure to gently squeeze him, letting it be known that it was perfectly okay to cry.

What a sweetheart Hajime was.

Kuro-senpai was so strong and blunt but incredibly kind. He seemed dependable and sweet, too. Forgetting himself, Hajime reached out for a hug, then froze realizing he was not among family or close friends. Swallowing the hesitation, he leaned in again and squeezed the older.

“Thank you…” It was nice to know there were people out there still looking out for him.

Kuro glanced back when he felt the poor little rabbit moving, and he realized his arms were out for a hug... Aww, really?

Although he would fully understand if Kuro were to snap at some students here, Jun was also aware of the harsh treatment their guest would get as consequences and he probably as well since Jun was the one helping him. And everyone here knew once you are the center of their mocking you’re surely done for. Unlike the bigger part of the students Jun wasn’t rich and he wasn’t popular to begin with. Even now he was seen as an enemy as a part of Eve and Eden. 

A curse and a blessing at the same time.

“Just tell them you bring the documents and that’s it.” Jun waved his hand while talking. Obviously he couldn’t care less about the student council. They were here and that’s it, he never really bothered giving them a thought. There was a little satisfied smile on his lips as he noticed how some of students did shut up. Kuro was quite intimidating to them, wasn’t he?

“I see.” He nodded, turning around the corner. Jun doubted that he would get back today. When he and Hiyori were visiting Yumenosaki they had to stay at an hotel too, though they were staying over for some days, when they traveled back it took them a while. “I’d offer to stay at my place. I got enough space but it’s just a room at the dorm. If you don’t mind though.” He wouldn’t want to let him go home in the dark. Not that anyone would actually try to rob this guy but showing some kindness was the least he could do.

Kuro rubbed the back of his head, giving a large sigh and shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess that's how this is gonna have to go, since I literally know jack shit about this stuff." He still felt like the complete wrong person to be holding and delivering such documents, but he really couldn't help that.

“I’m sorry…” he wiped the tears away with his sleeve only for them to well up all over again. “I just got a little overwhelmed.” He took the handkerchief but hesitated; it was pretty and embroidered. He didn’t want to get it all dirty with tears and snot…

“Sorry…” he apologized again.

Kuro frowned when he realized that he showed some hesitance in using what had been offered to him. He looked away before very gently patting the underclassmen's head.

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      He hates it here. Anger burns in golden hues and he can’t remain with what brought him here. He can’t stand to be around Hiyori, and the urge to swat at Nagisa grows with every second he remains close to the silver haired man. Ibara isn’t proving to be any better with his serpent’s smile and jeering comments. That’s why he finds himself at the Milky Way running up a tab. It’s just a place to go; a place to forget and he’s doing a good job of calming himself down when some punks decide to start something with him. 

      It starts with calling him pretty boy, asking for them to cover some of his drinks and he’s clearly not interested. He doesn’t want to be bothered let alone be touched and so, when they refuse to listen to his requests he finds his eyes narrowing and he’s just drunk enough not to let things slide. He’s had enough being pushed around and drug around and this is the tipping point. He picks up his drink and throws it in his offenders face. 

      He prepares himself for retaliation beyond swearing at him and yet as he stands the world spins and he has to brace himself against the counter as he knocks his chair back. He’s not as alert as he usually is, curses himself for a lack of pace as the guy is already on him and in his druken state he swings, feels his fist connect with something, and that’s all that matters. 

Kuro's job at the Milky Way as security was a very well paying job, and it was relatively low risk as well. Kuro was strong enough to handle most anyone that wanted to take him on headfirst. Sometimes, even his stature alone was enough to correct people's bad, drunken behavior.

In this instance, it really wasn't enough to just give them a warning noise. He found himself coming over, pulling the group of people apart and eventually having to kick them all out. Kuro drug everyone by force out of the bar, gently pushing the group out the door and sitting them on the curb. The one that had gotten jumped, however, he kept a firm grip on, making sure that no one was going to jump on him again.

Kuro was actually quite talented at sucking dick, although one would have never guessed. Kuro didn’t even realize how much he had liked it himself until Gin had asked him to do so.

Ropes felt nice against his skin. Submitting his control to Shu also felt nice, and it made him feel very good. For some reason, he wasn’t surprised at all that Shu was into this sort of thing… It was totally something he would be into. The cock ring was a mixed touch, though, something that made him absolutely lose his mind… But it was also part of giving up control.

He looked up as Shu addressed him, and tilted his chin up to stare at him. Shu looked absolutely stunning in that outfit… And it make Kuro’s dick twitch, and a groan come from his throat.

Kuro was a man of pride, and it had taken him a lot of courage to even come to terms with this, let alone to submit himself to his lover like this. Shu was… Not the softest of people. Despite this, he had tried… And was met with this.

Being on his knees wasn’t a position Kuro had ever thought he would find himself in. Despite all this, he didn’t exactly object when his lover had asked him to do this. His face was as red as his hair though, and he realized this was pretty hot, being on the opposite side of things. He bit his lip, both embarrassment and arousal going though him.