Hello, how are you? By any chance, do you create headcanons for Brand New Animal (BNA)?
Hello, I am doing alright! How are you?
And I thank you for sending this in. Also, so sorry this took a bit to write; I didn’t check my Tumblr for awhile. But I was so happy when I saw it!
So, yes, I do. But I haven’t written any headcanons in a hot minute.
Some headcanons are a bit angsty, but there are sweet ones, and inbetweens.
There are not a lot, so, sorry about that.
Shiro Ogami:
- I get the feeling that he visited the Black Market a couple times, just to see if any Beastman related stuff was possibly being sold.
- He wants to take revenge on humans, but knows that won’t do anything, so he just sticks/stook to saving Breastman.
- But if there is/was humans involved in any cruel act against them, he will use violence.
Nazuna Hiwatashi:
- She felt outcasted when she transformed, and since she also wanted to be an idol she jumped at the first opportunity to continue her goal, and in time gained her confidence back.
- It’s easy to mess with her head and lie/manipulate to her, but Michuri is one of possibly few that doesn’t do that to her.
- I feel like that’s also why Nazuna tends to push her away and then run towards her again throughout the series.
Michiru Kagemori:
- It’s mentioned briefly in the first episode that she had trouble sleeping before she came to Anima City.
- Because of that, I believe she had really bad depressive episodes when she transformed, of course affecting her sleep.
- But Nazuna’s “kidnapping” was the event that raised her depression and anxiety.
- Both inevitably leading to a short period of self-isolation.
- She is terrible at giving nicknames.
- Nazuna probably ends up giving her suggestions for nicknames after Michiru gives up on it after all of them were rejected.
- Michiru’s parents wanted her to be as involved in many things as possible growing up, leading her to be very extroverted and athletic, also giving her the love for basketball.
- She fears not being able to help others, and losing people, especially ones she holds dear.
Marie Itami:
- I’m pretty sure either Shiro, Mayor B. Rose, or both, are preventing her arrest solely because she brings other Breastmen to Anima City…
- She’s an info. broker. You can not convince me otherwise.
- I feel like she used to sell stuff at the Black Market, too. Possibly where she met Shiro, but didn’t get the idea to go to Anima City likely until years later.
Scenario/Background: Reader accidentally timetravels/replaces her doppelganger (Because I’m in love with that trope). Also, this is placed in Episode one of the third season: when Robin first appears.
Reader can be anywhere from 16-18 years old.
I’m also going to try to write /most/ of the episode this time, and not die from pausing, unpausing.. “Wait.. what did they say?”
In this fanfic, Stranger Things is still a show.
Doesn’t follow the exact story, since it is in Reader’s point of view, so it may throw you off just a little bit.
H/T(C) = Home Town(or city)
!!WARNING!!
Actions of assault in the beginning, and mentions of it later on…
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H/T(C), [state/province], [country].
June 28, 2024 (1/6/2024):
Walking outside, with a silent hum, from a celebration of my friend’s seventeenth birthday. As I pick at the long sleeve I decided to wear on this warm night, I hear scuffing of shoes against the pavement behind me not even a minute after leaving the building.
Feeling oversuspicious at the probability of being followed, I hasten my steps.
Why’d the parking garage have to be so damn far away..!
Turning the nearby corner, I feel the person grab my hair from behind me. They swiftly throw my head against the bricked wall I stood next to. Nothing turning from it, minus a likely concussion and a future headache, I turn around to face the person, almost as instinct. Before I even get a glimpse of anything above the belt- “such a pretty thing…”- He smashes my stomach with their boot, and my face with his knee.
With a grunt, all that I can sense is ringing in my ear. I slip into the abyss as my body turns limp.
—Timeskip: eleven hours, thirty-six minutes, five seconds: 11:30.39am—
June [2?], [!??4]
Location [UNKNOWN]
Shit… I squint open my eyes. Where am I..? I sit up, looking around. I’m behind what is likely… a mall. Did he just dump me? Damn. Standing up, I run the back of my hand and arm under my nose. Dried blood either falling off, or attaching itself to my sleeve. Fuck… “This is honest bull.”
Remembering my bag, I turn my head, rapidly looking for it. I spot it in the general area I once laid.
I drop to a kneel. Opening it, I try to look for the small amount of aid supplies I usually carry inside. “How I hate the extra luggage, but I’m so glad I brought you.” I whisper to the inanimate object.
Finding the alcohol wipes, I bring out my phone, turning on the camera to aid me in cleaning myself.
“You!-” I groan, spotting the bruising on my right eye, “motherfucker…” At least it’s not swollen.. I end up roughly cleaning the bloch of dried blood under my nose, and the rest of my face. And throwing my phone into my bag.
Honestly.. These aren’t as bad of injuries for getting beaten. Well. More so, nothing is broken…
Remembering the sunglasses in my bag that I keep forgetting to take out, I rummage for them, eagerly I put them on to hide the blackeye.
Huffing, I get back up, swinging my bag over my shoulder. Walking to the front of the building, I instantly decide it best to go inside.
Not knowing where to go, I head down the escalators, spotting… a certain ice cream parlor. Looks like I gotta keep a little secret.
June 28, 1984
StarCourt Mall. Hawkins, Indiana
I wandered to other stores, buying new clothes, accessories and stopping to eat a couple times. I will tell ya’, inflation is a bitch. So glad I took cash with me. These damn prices are heaven!
Already with changed clothes, putting my old, teared, and bloodied clothes in a completely separate bag from the already few I hold. I decide it best to either wander or sit, waiting.
All until it reached 21:27pm (9:27pm). That’s when I saw the party. The main five. All of them walking inside. When they reach the bottom of the escalator, Lucas gives Erica a short lecture when he spots her with friends. Of course, I can’t hear them with the current distance. But I know what they’re saying.
Soon, I detach myself from the wall I was leaning on, following them to the ice-cream parlor.
Instead of following all the way to the counter where Mike, may I add, obnoxiously rings the bell, I stop and go to a table. Setting all my bags down, soon setting myself down too.
“Hey, dingus! Your children are here!”
“Again?” Steve slides open a window connecting to the back room. “Seriously?”
Mike just looks at him before ringing the counter bell one more time.
Steve leads them to the hallways connecting all the departments shortly after.
I set my head on the back of the seating close to the wall.
After just sitting for a couple more minutes, I decide that I want to talk to at least one of them: Robin, or Steve? I ponder. I don’t feel like thinking about the interference with the plot right now. I just want to talk.
I get up, but as soon as I do, the power goes out. I forgot that this happens.
“That’s weird…” I hear Steve. I then hear him flickering the light switch behind him. Over, and over again.
“That isn’t going to work, dingus.” I then hear Robin’s voice.
“Oh, really?” He says in response, flickering the switch faster, while looking up, facing the lights to see any reaction from them.
“It really isn’t.” I speak up.
The power then came back on, almost as soon as it went out.
“Let there be light.” Steve says smugly to Robin, who silently mocks him. He then turns to me, keeping the same smug look.
I look at him with a straight face, in return, before a wave of paranoia hits me. All I do is shiver, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
I raise an eyebrow back, “What?”
“Nothing.” He says nothing more for a few seconds, “So-”
I check the time on my watch. “Shit..” I mumble to myself. It’s nine fifty-eight.
I turn around. I was wanting to try and figure out a place to stay before ten, but it’s almost that time… damn it all. I guess… I can risk it. I don’t want to stay with Steve, but he’s also my best bet right now. I just… need to make it.. extremely clear. Or, I can ask for a ride to a Hotel. Just- something!
I turn back around to face him. “Hey! Um,” I quiet myself immediately after realizing my raised volume. “I’m, like, extremely new here, in town. I got dropped off here from the bus, and this is also my first day here, so… I was wondering if, um, you could drive me to a nearby hotel..? If you have a car. You don’t have to though!” There are… SO MANY HOLES IN THAT! What the fuck! Now I’m praying he’s stupid as some of the show betrays him to be!
“Oh, yeah, sure. I don’t mind!” Not even a second later. No hesitation. He is… that stupid. Okay.
“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”
He grins. Wow… maybe, don’t inflate his ego too much next time…
—Timeskip: Twelve hours, fifteen minutes, zero seconds: 11:14am—
The next morning at the mall
I figured it best to not wear my sunglasses today.
“Alrighty. One scoop of chocolate. That’s a buck twenty five. Here ya’ go.” I see Steve smile at the girl from where I sit. He looks at her shirt, “Purdue. Fancy,” I cringe.
“Yeah. I’m excited!” She response, giggling.
Steve types something in the register, “Yeah, you know I considered it. Purdue. But then I was like, “You know what? I- I really think I need some real life experience.” You know, before I hit college. See what it feels like. I don’t know.” He grabs her change from the register, “See what it’s like to earn a working man's wage. You know wh- uh.” The register rings. It’s broken. And… He’s freaking out. “Hold on. Sorry.” He then continues his story. “I think that’s, like, really important.” The two girls just look at him. Smiling at his failed attempt at flirting with the one in front.
“Yeah. Totally.” Gotta love sarcasm, but damn.
“Yeah! Anyways, this is like, so fun.” He forces a short laugh with her. “We should, kinda like, you know, I don’t know, hang out?” He hands her her change. Either her failing to catch it, or him having poor hand to eye coordination; it wounds up falling. “Oh- sorry about that. Uh- I don’t know.” He puts his hand on the counter, trying to appear more confident, hoping for the outcome he obviously wishes for. “Maybe next weekend, or,” He waits.
“Yeah, I’m busy.” She reaches to put the change in her purse.
“Oh- that’s cool. I’m actually- I’m working here next weekend.” He gestures. “So… the following weekend is better for me,” He says defeated, but hope still underlines his tone.
“Ah- no, I’m sorry, I can’t. Okay.” She says. What’s with the bitchy tone?.. I eye her, rolling my eyes. “Thanks.”
Steve tries to speak up as they walk away, “I could- this is my first day here.” I then eye him with a raised brow.
He huffs in defeat.
Robin rolls to the opening of the window. Almost as if on cue. I smile at what she’s about to say. “And another one bites the dust.” She slides her white board in view. Steve turns around to face her, scuffing at the sound of her voice. “You are O-for-six, popeye.” She places a tally mark under the words ‘You suck’.
“Yeah. Yeah, I can count.” Steve says agitatedly, while nodding, arms crossed.
“You know that means you suck, right?” She says in a teasing tone.
“Yep. I can read too.” I can tell Steve is tired from all Robin’s teasing with his rough tone he carries towards her.
“Since when?” She teases him even further. Almost as if she’s trying to knock him over the edge.
“Hey?” I get up from where I sat, walking up behind Steve. “Do you think you can put another one on there? Make it O-for-seven?” I ask, in a mocking tone.
“Oh, dingus got dusted not six- but seven times?” She looks to him, playfully shocked, before looking towards me, “Now, dingus’ friend, who was this unlucky lady?” She asks with the same tone.
“Me. When I was hitching a ride with him last night.”
“Wow… dingus, you don't know when to quit, do you?” I breathe out a short laugh.
“Sorry, Steve,” I pat him on the shoulder before leaning on the counter. “Your oh-so-sweet co-worker has to know.” My tone, similar to Robin’s.
“It’s this stupid hat!” I sigh, shaking my head. “I am telling you!” Robin sighs at his complaint too. “It is totally blowing my best feature!..” It really isn’t the hat.
“Yeah,” Robin moves the board, locking her hands, placing her arms to lay on the wall under the opening of the window. “Company policy is a real drag,” she shakes her head. “Y’know, it’s a crazy idea,” She looks up at him from her position, “but, have you considered..” She shrugs, blowing up her cheeks before continuing, “Telling the truth..?” She basically eyes him.
“Oh, you mean that I couldn’t even get into tech, and my douchebag dad is trying to teach me a lesson? I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?” He speaks with dual honesty.
I move as I hear the clacking of heals, back to my seat.
Robin grins before pointing out to Steve, “Hey, twelve o’clock.”
Steve follows, “Oh shit, oh shit. Okay. Uhhh… Goin’ in. Okay, I’m goin’ in-” just before he turns around,”-and you know what?” He reaches to take off his uniform hat, throwing it behind Robin, “Screw company policy.”
“Oh my god, you’re a whole new man.”
Steve begins to walk away backwards, “Right? Oo,” he does a small dance. He turns around as me and Robin laugh at his actions. “Ahoy ladies! Didn’t see you there!” He practically screams, causing me and the girl he is speaking to to jump. He places both of his hands on the counter top. “Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me?” He says with great enthusiasm. “I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington.” He loses a little volume near the end.
The girls laugh, “Oh god,” I hear one mumble.
“Can I get you guys a little taste of cherry suebly?” He butchers the last word, sorbet. “No? Anybody? Banana boat?” He takes a look at all of them. “Four people, four spoons?”
Robin slowly slides away, cringing as she does so. I get up as she does so, walking behind the girls, and proceeding to the back room, Steve doesn’t seem to care.
Steve continues, “Anybody? It’s hot out there.”
Once I get through the door, I see Robin has put another tally, “O-for-eight..? He really is desperate.” I walk over to close the window. Sitting down at the table in the middle of the room after.
“Yeah. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask; what’s up with your eye?” She points to her own.
“Oh, I-” I touch the fading bruise “It’s nothing. Just some weirdo kneed me in the face.” Robin, thankfully, doesn't pry. “But- uh- anyway-” I take a deep breath, “I get the whole “girl crazy” thing, but he doesn’t seem like the type.” I rest my head on my palm, facing Robin. “I feel like everyone gets the same feeling after breaking things off with either their first relationship, or first love.”
“Really? Who's the boy that broke your heart?” She raises her brow with a sarcastic smirk. She then sits in the chair next to me, “Would love to hear about it.” She keeps her taunting tone.
“You wouldn’t know him,” I say in a similar tone to hers. “But, the feeling is like, you get so used to being in a relationship that you feel out of place when you’re not in one. Some people try to give it some time before actually doing that, to avoid a rebound. But after some time, they’re either content but still want a relationship, or just… content with being single ....”
Robin boredly hums to my rant in response.
“I hope you know I avoided going on a long ass rant, just for you.” I grin playfully.
She looks back at me, “Ah, yes, thank you for saving my ears.” I smile in place of a laugh at her reply.
“I rant a shit ton. Not even when I’m nervous, usually when I’m happy, or ‘forcing’ someone to listen to me. But I hate that I sometimes stutter, or accidentally skip a word, or even make up one in some scenarios.” I shrug.
Now, she didn’t give an outline/scenario, so I’m going to place it in the first episode! Do I care if it’s not canon anymore? No. Am I using this as an excuse to rewatch, potentially, the whole series..? MAYBE.
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Anyway!
Background:
Reader is a sinner that was originally murdered by some self proclaimed (psychotic) saint/savoir, and she wasn’t meeting his standard of being a “good christian.” Reader does lean quite a bit towards atheism here. So! Reader hires Blitz to [Unalive] him, he also ends up in hell. What a surprise..!
Story outline I have chosen:
Reader works with Blitz, and knows the whole… deal.. Going on with him and Stalos. But, it’s no secret that they’re down right in love with each other. Well- It is a secret to Blitz, ‘cause he is the king at not knowing how feelings work, nor how to read them.
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With busy streets and honking cars, a meeting took place in a fairly sorry excuse for a work studio.
Blitz paces at the front of the room. He claps to get our attention before speaking, “All right, now I know business has been a.. bit slow…” He moves one hand to his hip, keeping one in the air to emphasize his words, “lately, yes. It’s no one’s fault! Okay?” I look at him with an eyebrow raised as he brings his hands up, fully facing us. Ya’ Know he’s going to blame… *someone* He hits his hands on the table we sit at. “I’m not naming any names here-” here it comes.. I sigh at what’s coming next. “Moxie.”
I, and Moxie give Blitz the same look. “Now.. I don’t think it’s his fault…” I mutter, slinking back into my chair.
“Now, does anyone have any bright ideas?” Moxie’s face now looks completely with discuss as he looks at him, to which I snort at. Blitz looks at me, having a short lived smile gracing his lips, before looking forward, and continuing his lecture. “On how we can get business drummin’ up again?!”
Me, having shortly spaced out, while looking in the general direction of Blitz, *totally not /at/ him*, I jump as Millie enthusiastically suggests, while standing on her seat and leaning over the table with one hand; “What. About. A car wash?”
“Why a car wash..?” I ask, “To be frank, it really mostly helps with school fundraisers… in the living world.”
With his arms crossed, he brings an argument to Millie, “Yes, what [Name] said. And this is Hell, Millie.” He throws his arms out, “No one cares about CARS BEING CLEAN HERE! Okay?!” He rubs his temples, before getting quite the mood change. “Oh- What about a billboard?” I swear on Satan’s red Hell, that he just summoned sparkles out of thin-air with the childish-cheeky attitude. Cute…
Moxie looks to the side, “We can’t afford a billboard, Sir-” being interrupted with Blitz sliding next to him, and throwing his arm around his shoulders.
“Helpful, Moxie. Really glad you’re in the room right now.”
“This room is drowning with sarcasm, my dear, Blitz~” I say, with my cheek propped up on my palm, a straight face, and almost hooded eyes.
Blitz looks at me with a flushed look, and jutted out lips, almost a pout, before clearing his throat, and continuing to speak.
Well… not before throwing Moxie off his seat. Poor guy.
“Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?!” He reaches into his inner coat pocket, fishing out a remote.
As he presses it, the 80’s styled TV turns on and plays an ad that Blitz paid to air. An ad I didn’t feel like participating in, even after all Blitz’s whining and begging.
It shows:
Blitz whacking a character with a wooden sledge hammer with a short cackle, as the other falls off screen.
Then, Moxie with his gun in someone's mouth, that is tied up to a chair, blowing their brains out, which makes a transition to Loona… umm… how do I even describe that..?
Then.. Millie cleanly slicing another's head off, with a smile and laugh.
While watching it, Blitz stands in front of the TV with raw amusement, holding a bowl of popcorn in front of Loona while she eats it. Millie sitting on the table, Moxie in front of her rubbing his head, and I, right next to Loona, occasionally reaching for a kernel or two.
“Ah. Those were the good times.” Blitz says as if he was an elder looking back to his teenage years.
“I don’t need any reminding, Sir,” Moxie responds, almost bitterly.
“You tell him, Mox..!” I say with boredom.
“Now- wait a minute, whose side are you on?” Blitz turns dramatically to face me.
“Mine.” I reach over, grabbing a popcorn kernel, popping it in my mouth while I stare at him.
“Anyway…” Moxie says, “I don’t need any reminding, considering YOU blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week.” He holds his face in annoyance, while Blitz just continues throwing handful after handful of popcorn in his mouth, staring at the TV while sitting on the floor. “One that you then additionally paid to run for a full THREE HOURS on a channel NOBODY. WATCHES.”
I sigh, rolling my eyes, “Blitz, baby, at the very least look at him?”
He sighs, responding to Moxie, peaking at him over his shoulder, “Uh- Hey- excuse me! What’s obnoxious about a super fun jingle? All right.” M&M sit back down in their respective seats at the table. “It’s a fun distraction when an advertisement spittin’ bullshit!”
I exhale dramatically, Not what I meant- “you know what..? Good enough!” I slam my hands on the table, standing up.
Everyone’s eyes widen, looking at me, even Loona.
I lock my hands together, taking a deep breath… “Sorry. It’s just… can’t you two be in the same room without grabbing each other's throats..?”
“Ha-”
“Blitz.” I interrupted. Pointedly staring at him. His face falls as he clears his throat, waiting for me to finish. “As I was saying,” I side eye him, before looking at both him and Moxie, “You two are always at each other's throats, bickering, pointing out the others faults.” My grip on the table gets stiffer, my nails scratching the wooden surface. “And right now, it’s just about to get on my last damned nerve…”
They both swallow.
“Now! That’s over with! Let’s get back to /business/ shall we?” I sit back down, with an one-eighty attitude and a feigned smile.
“People love musicals, sir!” Millie breaks the tension.
“Exactly, Millie!” He points at her, then brings his arms to a shrug, “and we’re basically doin’ a musical.” He makes jazz hands, before pointing at Moxie with an incredulous attitude. I roll my eyes once again at what’s coming. “Are you gonna crush my musical theater dreams, like my dad did?”
“Well damn, que the dramatics.” I say with an impressed expression.
“Sir-”
“‘Cause right now.. All I see is just my dad’s ASSHOLE talking to me. Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside..” He faces away, closing his eyes, and clutching his fist.
“Are you trying to crush his dreams, Moxie?”
“I- what?”
“I thought I knew you..”
I blink blankly. Then I turn to look at Blitz. Then back at M&M. Then at the table in the areas that I scratched up. I start picking at the indents.
“I’d like to go on record-” Wait- what’s going on?- “and say that the incident was /Loona’s/ fault. Dispatch is suppose to give us the right info on the target. It’s very simple.”
Oh… That’s what's going on…
“Oh, sit on a dick, Moxie.” I snort at Loona’s response, quickly looking away and covering my mouth.
“I know I’d want to sit on one~” I bit my lip, not-so-slyly looking at Blitz. We make eye contact, and he blushes, clearing his throat and looking away.
Ignoring my comment and the small tension I’ve caused, Moxie attempts to backhand Loona; “You sit! Sit on a- and the- di- DO YOUR JOB!” He gives up. He hits his hand on the table, making a small *thump*.
“Hey! Now we don’t blame our screw-ups on Loona, okay?” He walks behind Loona, also ending up behind me as well. “She didn’t do anything wrong.” Blitz wraps his arms around her, and rubs his cheek against hers.
I smile, even as she growls.
“Are you kidding me sir? She’s awful.”
My smile drops as I look towards Moxie, “Moxie, not really the time.”
“Oh, please, just because you’re in love with sir doesn’t mean you can just boss us around! You have to agree that Loona is at fault, at least some of the time. And that she doesn’t know how to do her job, let alone have a decent amount of respect for anyone here!”
“Well, that is true, and I will not deny that, but now is not the time, Moxie-”
“Wait- wait- wait. What did you just say Moxie..?” Blitz puts his hands up in a back-away motion, eyeing Moxie wearily.
“I said; just because she’s in love with you, sir, doesn’t mean she can just boss us around. And-”
“In love… with me?” He points at himself, confused. He then gestures to me, “Her? In love… with me?... Yeah. No way. Don’t lie here Moxie.” He tries to play it off, waving his hand, as if trying to wave away the thought of me actually liking him.
“Sir, is it really not that obvious? She chooses to go with you if we have a split off mission, with just three or all four of us. She asked you directly where you live, and your number so she can check up on you, make surprise visits, and make sure you’re happy, and in no way lonely. She has everything about you memorized. She’s practically obsessed with you, sir.”
“Wha..?” His gaze drifts to mine. I carry a blush on my cheeks, and an upside down smile.
Reader is a College Student, and used to go to middle school with Yata, but was never close with him.
Yata canonly dropped out of school during his junior high years, and is 19-20 years old presently.
Yu.. or Ya… Yuta..? No. What is it?!...... OH! “It’s Yata!” I clap my hands with achievement. “Oh–... whoops.. Sorry, sorry..” I wave a whispered apology, to the people who looked over at me, with an awkward smile.
I groan quietly. Sighing, I slowly sink more into my seat at the table I’ve taken over in the public library. That… was, for a lack of better words, a bit… embarrassing. Deciding it best to leave, as I’ve already studied plenty, and it nearing the eighteenth hour of the day (6:00pm). I do wonder, what ever happened to Yata? I push my hair back in thought.
As I wander out of the building, reaching the bottom of the steps, someone just barely runs into me. “Sorry!- oh- Excuse me!-” He yells, continuing to run and dodge pedestrians. He wears an Ashinaka High School uniform, carrying an umbrella, a bag, and… is that.. A cat on his shoulder..? I shrug and hum, continuing on my way… Until, just literal seconds after… another individual actually crashes into me “Fuck..” My left ankle and hip ache.
“Shit! I’m going to lose the damn maniac!- Hey, watch where you’re-.. goin’..”
“An apology word be better, actually,” I stand, rubbing my hip. I look at him with lidded eyes; ones of not really anger, but more so annoyance.
“I.. uh- I’m.. sorry.” He stutters a mutter. His face, a shade of red. I can barely hear him.
I look at him with slight confusion. “Yeah.. whatever. Better catch up to that “maniac.” at this point, your board’s closer to him than you are.” I gesture vaguely behind him, where his board rolled into the leg of a bench that's borderline untouched.
He looked back so fast, trying to find his skateboard with his eyes. I cringe at the thought of whiplash.
“Sorry… again.” He avoids looking at me, walking backwards to his skateboard. As soon as he turns around, he practically books it away from the area; continuing his chase of some “maniac.”
“Totally… not weird.. Nope. Not. at. All…” I pop the ‘p’. I stick out my left foot, pivoting around on my other heel, walking in the opposite direction.
“Ah- achoo-” I sniffle as I continue my walk. I’m pretty fuckin’ sure if I didn’t step out, I would’ve burned everything. What the hell? Why does everyone want to hang out all of a sudden? Yeah, it’s Fri-
*Clank* “…” I blink once. Then twice. With lidded, suspicious eyes, and a weary smile, I began side-eyeing the alleyway right next to me. “Yeah… no- let’s pretend I didn’t hear anything and there isn’t anything in there….” Just before I could take one step, wanting to rush home, or even the police station if I would have ended up being followed- I voice interrupts.
“Damn… I- I’m sor- sorry.. Damn it!” The bodiless voice sounds annoyed at the end. They clear the throat, breathing, “I’m-” He walks out, head down, face red and familiar. “I’m sorry if.. If I scared you…”
“... well,” I looked to the side, before glancing back at him. “I’m not going to lie, and say that you didn’t. But- why are you in an alleyway? I knew you were a bit of a trouble maker, but an alleyway? Really, Yata?” I spit with playful sarcasm at him. I figured it was Yata just a bit after the first encounter.
He looks up, shocked, almost comedic looking. “How- what?- who-”
I hold in a chuckle, “Really? We were in the same class back in junior high.. Do you really not remember me? I mean… we never really talked, but… still.” I rub the back of my neck.
“I don’t. Not Really.” He says gently, as if he was scared of me becoming disappointed with his answer.
“Oh. That’s a bit disappointing. Then again it was, like, six years ago. I don’t blame ya’!” I bring a foxed smile to my face. “Anyway! I shall, in a way, reintroduce myself; I am [Name], and I think.. I would find joy in getting to know you. Maybe, if you’re up for it too..?” The blush already decorating his cheeks has brightened, with flusteredness, and slight happiness.
“Ye-yeah… That'd be.. Cool…” He clears his throat, as if trying to clear his mind as well.
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This would be longer, but I didn't know how to end it.. • 3•
If going to "H-E-double hockey sticks" doesn't end up to be some "silly" musical where everyone has simple yet complex backstories.. I'm suing Satan, and slapping lucifer in the face
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