smooth criminal

Room: 1.017 Parents: Heisuke & Jiwoo Spouse: Eruna Job: Hot Topic

[freshleavesblackswamp]

hiro shimono cult meeting in session — heisuke & aoba

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…Son?

”…Son…”

Somehow Heisuke was relieved to hear that. Under any other circumstance, he’d probably cringe or even scoff at the word, but not today. No, this was an occasion to be celebrated. After all this time living in seclusion, he no longer had to suffer the many annoyances of living alone. Granted their relationship had not begun in the most favorable way, he was still optimistic that living with someone who thought him crazy was better than being alone.

He grabbed Aoba’s shoulders with firm hands, tears of joy and relief welling in his eyes.

”It’s nice to meet you too," he blubbered, "I’m Toudou Heisuke.”

His overwhelming elation couldn’t be contained any longer. He pulled his son in for a hug. A mighty hug. A hug so mighty one may even call it suffocating. Of course, Heisuke had no idea the force he was exerting. His attention was focused elsewhere.

“Just call me Daddy!" He cried, and in the poor boys ear no less. For someone who was determined to form a healthy relationship with his new housemate, he sure was making himself out to be an unbearable presence.

[freshleavesblackswamp]

This guy was all over the place. First his fiance, now him? It was like there were tons of little copies of Mairu running around everywhere. What did he do to deserve this? Especially with this dude holding him like he was a five year old. Bro, I’m fifteen, not four, hands off the goods. But who knows what this stranger would do if he didn’t hug back. He seemed unpredictable..

He hugged him. He hugged a guy he’d known for about twenty seconds. Without knifing him from behind. New record! Aoba pulled back, dusting himself off a bit, and smiled at his father. What an annoying prick..

     ✖    ”I think I’ll stick to “Heisuke-san”, but I appreciate the offer..”

Jesus christ, it was like living with a five year old in an adult’s body! Maybe he shouldn’t have expected more after all. Was this his personal hell? His repentance for committing all those heinous crimes? Maybe he could solve this problem by lighting the apartment on fire, too..

[freshleavesblackswamp]

hiro shimono cult meeting in session — heisuke & aoba

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There were benefits to having an entire apartment to yourself. What they were, Heisuke was unable to remember since it had become the norm for him at this point. These days, he occupied himself mostly by trying to make sense of the electronics in his home, most of which he’d probably broken in a fit of rage. In an effort to prevent himself from reaching the brink of his sanity and slipping further in the void left by the lack of human interaction, he’d made a habit of going on morning strolls through the neighborhood. Pathetic as it may seem, it was the only thing binding him to any sense of mortality.

After returning from a particularly long walk, he entered his home to find he was not the only occupant. Or at least he thought so. He could hear the faintest sound of mumbling resonating from somewhere in his home but… it sounded hauntingly familiar somehow… Maybe his mind was finally at its limit, and despite his best efforts, he really was beginning the slow torturous descent into insanity.

The situation only worsened when a young man rounded the corner and greeted Heisuke with that uninhibited grin and spoke with a voice that was undeniably identical to his own. This had to be some wild hallucination. Some wild, elaborate, solitude-induced hallucination. Just for good measure, he approached the stranger, glancing over him, examining every pore and fold of his face. He had to give himself credit for conjuring such a detailed image. Nevertheless, it was a disgusting trick for his mind to play…

”You’re nothing but a crude facade," he murmured, pinching the boys nose and- wait. Wait a second…

Unless he was incredibly misinformed, most hallucinations were intangible… Right?

Heisuke froze. He didn’t breathe. He didn’t blink. He just stood, holding the poor child’s nose between his fingers for a moment.

[freshleavesblackswamp]

Welcome to your new home, where your dad accuses you of being a trick of the mind and pinches your fucking nose. Even despite his quick-reacting brain, it took him a few moments to process the situation. Was this guy really that dumb? He almost had a feeling he would be the one being the dad in the relationship. But, dude, could he let go of his nose already?

       ✖ "Ow, ow, ow, ow.. Please stop, Dad-san.."

This was the right house, right? Just his luck. Aoba really had a knack for encountering the oddities of society. What was he supposed to do now? How do you introduce yourself to someone that's being a hater? This was so complicated. Maybe just play it off as a prank?

Awkwardly lifting his father's fingers off his face and ribbing the bridge of his nose where a line had started to form, the teen laughed it off; maybe he didn't have to kick his dad's ass just yet. But soon.

       ✖ "Um, I'm real, you know.. It's nice to meet you. I'm your son, Kuronuma Aoba.."

Soon.

[freshleavesblackswamp]

hiro shimono cult meeting in session — heisuke & aoba

It was the first day Aoba would be living here. Right now the house was empty, and he'd brought home the bags of necessities he'd purchased while he was out. It irritated him that all his belongings were gone but it was something he'd have to live with -- there was no salvaging what was gone.

Thankfully the apartment was empty in the meantime, giving him time to mutter to himself about how annoying it was having to start from scratch. After he'd set up his dresser with clothes and put his new computer on the desk, the teen heard the front door unlock and open. Presumably this was one of his parents, and since he'd be living with them he should be kind, right? Leaving the bedroom and stepping into the living room, the first thing he saw was a man who looked like he stepped out of the Edo period. Was this guy a cosplayer?

       ✖   "Ah, welcome home."

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3. DON'T CATCH FEELS ON THE INTERNET

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She almost drops her phone at the fact she’s unaware that someone is behind her and that Bimii didn’t tell her so. This ungrateful cat! She jumps as she turns around, seeing the boy that she’s to meet up with, he found her of all things. Slipping her phone into her pocket, Eruna gives a peace sign towards the other while she rates him. He’s cute of course, maybe almost as cute as those boys in the game she plays. He doesn’t look shy at all which makes this more of a negative than a plus, but she can deal with it. Meme voice lel.

"I didn’t know you were there!" She really didn’t, now that’s so embarrassing. The feline on her shoulders wags his tail, analyzing the other for Eruna’s sake. She only thinks about the cute boys and girls in her life, he would have to deem them worthy of someone if Eruna can let her guard down around him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I hope you’re someone who’s willing to pamper me, it’s not everyday you get such a cute girl in your life, huh!”

Now she’s getting off track and this allows Bimii to roll his eyes and the constant stupidity that she’s willing to utter. It’s funny at times but he believes she’s too way in for something like that. Eruna extends her hands to grab the other’s own and with a quick shake. “I hope you got ideas of what to do because I have nothing!” Admitting this, she gives a nod and Bimii looks up to the lord, where is he, when will he save him from this embarrassment that is Eruna.

[freshleavesblackswamp]

Figures the weird girl screaming about otome games would be his fiance. This girl was like a watered-down Mairu, and while it was nice in a way, he probably would've preferred someone less all over the place. She didn't seem very smart, so it was less likely for there to be trouble, but he could tell she was probably going to get on his nerves. She was pretty cute, though, he'd give her that.

.. Come to think of it, she never told him her name. He never got a close look at the papers other than to find her contact number, and even that went fast. Aoba didn't really have any personal interest in Eruna, but for right now she was all he had, and he'd sooner die than end up like a certain someone. Maybe it'd actually be worth it to try and get to know her.

       "Haha, I'll do my best, then."

       "I was thinking maybe we could go to a cafe and get to know each other there..?"

He wasn't all that sure that this would turn out to be the best idea -- he could probably find a better fiance just walking down the street, but this had been previously set up and it looked like there was no fighting it. All he could do was hope that this wouldn't be a massive failure. 

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3. DON'T CATCH FEELS ON THE INTERNET

There’s a meet up spot for her to be with someone who’s supposed to be her fiance, it’s quite worrisome because what if it isn’t a cute boy or girl like in the otome games she plays? She can only think about how romantic it would be to indulge in forbidden love or chase after a cute boy that would need to have their eyes on her and say such sweet things. She’s played enough Dandelion, Nameless, Hatoful Boyfriend and Diabolik Lovers to know how she wants this to play out. Her hands raise to her face, pressing them against her cheeks as she honestly has heart eyes at this moment.

It isn’t long until she feels claws scratching at the back of her neck, Eruna jumping up at the pain and tightening her scarf so that a certain cat couldn’t do that again. "B-BIMII!?" She states, frowning as she looks around to catch the flying feline above her head with a small little smile.

「You should pay more attention, ryui! This isn’t the time to think up those fantasies, you’ll be late if you continue to play, ryui!」 

She can only sigh since what if this isn’t ideal, WHAT IF SHE DOESN’T GET THE CUTE ONE THAT SHE’S HAD IN MIND. Besides, no one could be as cute as the creator of the Going Home Club.. Honestly, she’s the reason why Eruna even attended that school. A shake of her head as she looks around the park where she’s to meet someone, Bimii latching to the female’s shoulder and they both spot someone at the park bench. It’s a child and she’s so sure that this isn’t the person who’s suppose to be her fiance, the child is probably waiting her their parents.

She pulls out her phone, wondering if she should send a text to alarm that she’s here within the vicinity of the park. 

to: ??? from: eruna ♡

[ txt. ] okkkkkkk im here where r u, perhaps

"I’m better off playing the otomes, this is too much work!"

[freshleavesblackswamp]

As if having to associate with some weird so-called "family" wasn't enough, Aoba was now going to be forced to play house with some girl he'd never met and probably wouldn't care about anyways. As much as the thought of arranged marriage repulsed him, this wasn't something he could put off -- god knows what would happen if he went against the hivemind of this place's will. 

It wasn't worth it to try to dress up too much for the first meeting even if he was trying to make a good impression, and even if she thought they were going to a five star restaurant he'd probably take her to some little cafe anyways. They're chic and cute and easy to please girls like that stuff, right? Hopefully she wouldn't be uptight or see through his facade. 

As he enters the park, he sees a girl whose stature matches well-enough to the assumed sixteen-year old girl he was looking for. There weren't many people occupying the area to begin with. His phone vibrates in his pocket as he stands a bit behind her -- waiting to see if it's actually her, he texts back.

to: fiance from: aoba [ txt. ] Right behind you. Hey. "It's nice to meet you."