Yamamoto Takeshi A4, Gokudera C3
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Yamamoto Takeshi A4, Gokudera C3
Katekyo Hitman Reborn openings [ 2-?]
Zexion and Tsuna
@zexion-crowthe
Tsuna will never believe that his acceptance into a university was nothing short of a miracle. He will never understand how the person deciding who got in and who didnât looked down at his application and thought, âYesâ. He tries not to think to hard about it, it only brings forth headaches.
Sitting in the library, staring down at the essay paper he had gotten back at the end of his class has him wondering again though. He didnât fail it, he hasnât failed anything since high school, but just barely.
He lets his head drop to the table with a soft thud, ignoring the pain that shoots through his head at the action. A miserable sounding groan makes it past his lips. He glances at the books he has piled in front of him, he knows he should be reading but he canât bring himself to drag one towards him.
He lets his attention wander around the room, taking in the many people talking among themselves or studying like he should be. His attention lands on someone only a few seats away from him, their attention focused on the book in front of them.
Theyâre obviously focused on what theyâre reading, and Tsuna canât help but be a little jealous at their ability to focus. He probably doesnât have problems passing his classes.Â
Sora and Tsuna
@nothingbutlaughter
Tsuna is well aware that he has terrible luck. It is something he has come to terms with, has accepted it as part of his life. Of course that doesnât mean he isnât annoyed with his random spurts of bad luck.
Walking past the open gymnasium was a foolish idea, and honestly with his luck he should have avoided it at all costs. The sound of round rubber making contact with the floor is loud in the otherwise quiet area, but he pays it no mind. He just wants to get to his room as quickly as possible and possibly take a nap.
Thereâs a flash of orange to his right that has him slowing, his attention caught and he turns just as the basketball hits the back board with a loud smack. Tsuna immediately knows whats going to happen next, but the ball is faster than he is. Pain shoots through his face as the ball makes contact with a loud smack.
He tumbles back, his hands coming up to cover his burning face.
âOwowow.â he groans out in pain. He should have known better, but honestly could he never catch a break?
Tsuna D2
Mukuro, 2A Please~! :DD
Katekyo Hitman Reborn !
Seriously? (Really, though.) || Marluxia and Tsuna
@flamingxsky
Whoever this kid was should consider themselves fortunate that Marluxia had grown up a bit. Clumsy people like him used to be the pinketteâs favorite kind of people to ridicule and embarrass. He was, by no means, a better person than he was in his teens, but heâd grown out of blatantly bullying people. His methods were more discreet and his glare, alone, could crush a person at times.
At this time, he was watching the student try and fail to ice skate on the frozen pond. The two were some of the only people there at the moment. Marluxia couldnât ice skate, but no one here knew that. As far as they were concerned, the pinkette was just here to enjoy the view and read his script for class.Â
After the kid slipped again, he really couldnât help but call out to him.
âAre you ready to give up yet?â
Heâs not to sure what had gotten into him lately. He didnât understand this sudden urge he had gotten to learn something new, or why he was putting so much effort into it to begin with. It had slowly been getting colder and colder, the grass had began crunching under his feet and the bodies of water that were close by had soon frozen over.
He had seen a few people at it, skating over the hard ice, and he had gotten curious. He started coming to the pond to simply watch as other people gracefully moved around the ice. Eventually, he had gotten curious enough to try. He knew he was going to be bad at it, how could he not be? So he had woken early in the morning, when he knew there would be as few people as possible, if any.
He had lost how many times he had slipped on the ice, but as his back met the cold ground once more, he barely cried out. He lay there momentarily, glad that no one was around to witness his painful meetings with the floor. So the sudden sound of someone calling to him had him jumping to his feet. He spun around, arms flailing as his skates slid under him. He managed to catch his footing somehow, and stayed as still as he could on the ice, legs and arms spread wide to help him keep his balance.
He pulled his eyes away from his skates, hoping that he wouldnât slip when he stopped watching his feet. His attention landed on the tall figure watching him at the edge of the frozen pond, and immediately regretted it.
âHiee!â The shriek was out of his mouth before he could bite it back. He flinched back and lost his balance. His arm flailed out, hoping to catch himself and failed. He landed with loud smack.
Katekyo Hitman Reborn openings [ 4-?]
Itâs Sherlock time!
âOh boy!â Jayce understood the guy. Heâs had his keys lost in a fair number of occasions, so he was in no place to judge him or something. He clrealy looked stressed over the whole thing. âAre you sure you were carrying them with you?â
Sometimes you just forget to take stuff with you. Stress can do that. As finals wer approaching and as far as the was man was concerned, many were meeting a lot of deadlines. Yeah, that could be it.
It wouldnât hurt to help someone in need. And of course, Jayce wasnât the kind to leave someone hanging like that.
âI can help you find them if that makes you feel better. We all lose stuff sometimes, donât we?â Hoepfully the boy would calm down a bit.
Tsuna blinked up at the taller male, before he dropped to his knees to pick up the mess he made of his things. âYeah,â he began slowly âI checked before I left my room this morning.â
He had them this morning when leaving his room, so he had to have lost them sometime between then and now. He sighed sadly, there was more than a couple hours in between both times and he hadnât exactly been sitting in one place all day.
âEh, a-are you sure?â Tsuna hadnât expected an offer of help from the man, and while it would be nice to have someone to help him, he couldnât help but hesitate. âI-I mean you donât have to.â
Right place, wrong time (Tsunayoshi and Prof. Okabe)
@flamingxsky
Rintarou fled the smoking lab just in time to prevent himself from getting into a coughing fit. It was noon, and students were strolling through the hallway to get to the next lecture or to eat lunch. Rintarou quickly closed the door behind him so no one would notice the thick smoke coming out of the lab. He crossed the arms in front of his chest and looked left and right for a culprit.
Soon enough, an unassuming student went past him, and he was in Rintarouâs reach, minding his own business and seemingly not noticing the man in a labcoat he just passed. Rintarou jumped at the opportunity and grabbed the studentâs shoulder from behind, slammed the door open, pulled him in and then slammed it shut again. He slapped a tissue into the students face; the room was full of thick smoke, and Rintarou was barely able to make out the silhouette of the student standing right in front of him. âBreath through thisâ, he ordered.
Then, without any further explanation, he pushed a fire extinguisher into the studentâs arms and tugged him over to the other end of the room, running into chairs on his way there because he could barely see anything. Something was sizzling on a table right in front of them. âOn the count of three, you aim that fire extinguisher right in front of you.â Rintarou himself went over to the sizzling apparatus that just had malfunctioned and was the source of the smoke around them; a failed experiment. He pulled a rubber glove over his hand. â1⊠2⊠3!!!â, he counted, and slammed his fist right into a contact in the machine that was still sizzling with electricity to cut the connection so that they wouldnât be electrocuted while putting out the fire.
Honestly Tsuna had been minding his own business, taking his time as he made his way through the halls. His lessons were done for the day and he had every intention of heading straight to his dorm room and just relax for the rest of the day.
The last thing he expected was to be roughly dragged back into a smoke filled room. Oh dear lord, was he being kidnapped? He bit back the scream that wanted to rip itâs way through his throat. A small part because the room was covered in smoke and he would just end up choking on the thick smoke, but it was mostly because his mouth was quickly covered by a tissue.Â
His hand shot up to replace the hand that dropped away. He blinked wide eyes at the tall figure that could barely be seen. He glanced back in the direction he was sure the door was. He could probably make it out, if he could barely see, that would have to go for his assailant as well right?Â
A fire extinguisher was shoved into his arms, and his arms dropped the tissue that he had been holding up. He didnât have much time to protest before he was being dragged across the room. He winced as he was run into a desk.Â
His eyes widened at the sound of something sizzling, and then froze at the orders. Wait, what? âW-wait! I donât-â the man started his count down and Tsuna panicked. How did one use a fire extinguisher!?Â
He was going to die because he didnât know how to use a fire extinguisher!? Why did these things always happen to him?Â
His eyes darted down at the thing in hand, and hoping that he didnât mess this up, he clenched his eyes closed and pulled the pin sticking out and squeezed, aiming the hose in the direction the fire had been.
So Iâve realized that I am seriously lacking in threads for this little guy. I would like to get him going again, so if anyone would like a starter go ahead and like this post, or even message me to plot c:Â
(Also if I owe you something please let me know, Iâm pretty sure I owe a few people something but I canât remember who;;)
Itâs Sherlock time!
@flamingxsky
Jayce was just there, minding his bussiness on his way to the library. He was preparing himself for a Chemistry test for his Science minor, which was going to take place in a few days, better get ready! He wasnât by any means let college make him drop his high grades.
However,  his justice  sense was much stronger and when he felt like somebody needed help, he didnât hestiate to help. The change depended on the people, after all. So when he saw  a fellow student looking distraught, he went to see what was wrong.
âUhm, excuse meâ he said âPerhaps you need help?
His mind had been running in a dozen different directions as he made his way across campus. Thoughts on the class he had just left to incoming deadlines he was not prepared to meet and so was dreading.Â
His hands clenched around the strap hanging over his shoulder and across his chest, nervous about the exam he would be taking in his next class. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He still had time to study for the exam, he just had to head over to the dorms and collect his books.Â
His hand reached down to one of his bags pockets, the one he usually kept his room keys in. His hand met nothing but the fabric and he froze, coming to an abrupt stop. He turned to his bag, quickly pulling it open and looking inside the pocket his keys were supposed to be in.Â
It was empty.
âNo, no no no.â He muttered worriedly, as he yanked his bag over his shoulder and pulled it open. Maybe he had placed the keys in another pocket? He pulled books and notebooks out, turning it upside down and shaking it, hoping to hear the jingle of keys, but their was nothing. He lost his room keys.
The sound of someones voice had him startling, and biting back the shriek that tried to climb itâs past his throat. He glanced up at the taller figure and blinked.
âI-I canât find my dorm keys.â he finally answered, voice quiet as he glanced back at the mess he had made of his things. What was he supposed to do now?Â
†@flamingxsky
As a culinary student it wasnât uncommon for him to smell the scent of burning food at some point, someone always managed to burn something in any of his classes it was only a matter of time. And not just in the lab classrooms, the same could be said for the dorms, especially since a lot of students tended to put something on the stove to cook and often went back to their rooms for one thing or another and lost track of the time until someone else found the pan or the smoke alarm went off. So it came as no surprise when heâd walked out of his dorm room the first thing he smelled was the scent of burning food. Already knowing what had most likely caused the smell to fill the hallway, Riku shut the door to his room to keep the smell of smoke out before he turned in the direction of the boyâs kitchen area. In a few short minutes he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, the sight of the other teen still in the room surprised him, having expected to find a pan left alone like heâd found the few times before. Though instead of the other teen scrambling about to clean up the mess heâd clearly made, the teen remained still, as if the burning food had been what heâd originally intended.
âYou know, a good way to stop the food from burning anymore is to remove it from the stove,â he said as he approached the still, quiet teen.
Honestly. he should have known better, he really should have. He had been having a good day, so of course with his luck something was bound to go bad, it was just really saddening that it had to happen when he was hungry and preparing food.
He had honestly thought he could manage such a simple thing to cook, and for awhile he had. The slices of bread and cheese that lay in the pan were cooking fine. The soft sound of the sizzling pan the only thing in the otherwise quiet kitchen.
He had believed he had everything in hand, and so his mind had wandered to thoughts of his next class, the new assignment he was dreading to do and so was putting off for as long as possible.
So deep in thought, the smell of something burning, or the dark cloud of darkening smoke rising from the pan didnât fully process. He blinked down at the the sandwich he had been making, the reality of what was happening didn't hit him until someone spoke. The voice snapping him out of his thoughts.
He let out a sound that could be called a high pitched screech at the sight of what had become of his food. He pulled the pan off the stove and dove for the sink, shoving the hot pan under the cool stream of water. A large cloud of smoke shot into the air as a result, and Tsuna could only stare at what had once been a grilled cheese sadly.
The sound of movement caught his attention, and immediately reminded him that his embarrassing attempt at cooking had been seen by someone. His face heated in embarrassment as he switched the water off, and turned to face whoever had caught sight of such a humiliating experience.
â...H-hello.â he greeted, one hand still clenched around the panâs handle.Â
âł #khrweek day 5 : lightning [option b : favorite arcâ Future Arc] âMy flamesâŠ..Were born in the world you`ve taken over. These are everyone`s flames! The fact that you`ve hurt all those innocent peopleâŠ.. I`LL MAKE YOU REGRET IT!â.
Cat Fight
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After securing Uri and making sure she wouldnât attack again he began to look over his new roommate. He could already see where problems would rise between them. First of all, he also had a cat, a rather scardy cat seeing how the thing reacted when Uri tried to attack him. That was probably the biggest problem since his little ball of rage liked to act like a queen. The second problem was his roommate himself. He tried not to judge a book by itâs cover, and this boy looked pretty weak and the kind to want to avoid trouble at all costs, but by his scream he could tell he was probably as big of a scardy cat as his cat. He looked like someone who you could easily pick on and he wouldnât fight back and it was annoying.
He would have to bite his tongue for now to avoid saying anything rude or upsetting towards the boy seeing as how he had already caused him trouble. He also didnât want any problems starting up so soon between them. It would be best for him to not lose a roommate so early and then have to pay yet again for a private room.
âUh..Sorry about that, sheâs a little spoiled and doesnât take kindly to other animals invading her homeâŠâ
Tsuna hesitated briefly, eyes intent on the violent cat in his roommates arms, before bending down and scooping Natsu into his own arms. Natsuâs eyes were just as focused on the other feline as Tsunaâs had been, even as he tucked himself into how owners arms.
It wasnât until he was sure that the other cat would not be making another try at Natsu that he pulled his attention from the cat and to his new roommate. He was only a few inches taller than Tsuna, didnât tower over him like some other males he had come across, and yet he felt exceedingly short under the others judgmental stare.
âU-um Itâs fine, no harm done.â Just a terrible scare. He offered a hesitant smile. Despite the others intimidating appearance, it seemed like he wasnât as mean as one would think. His cat on the other hand. His eyes flickered over to the violent cat once more, before darting back to his roommate.
âIâ-Iâm Tsuna,â he offered, and after a short hesitation gestured down at the tense cat curled in his arms. âand this is Natsu.â