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@fuyuzuyu
SHSL - Gangster
Fuyuhiko: "sup Fuckers" is a gender-neutral way to address a group of people
Peko: young master please, its 3 am
football player helping out his colleague after he was in a depressed state.
fuyuhiko kuzuryuu, the shsl yakuza, who wonât drink underage, or drive without a license, and shows up to class on time,
sketch commish for @fuckawah!
send me đ´ to see how your muse appears in my museâs GOOD DREAMS send me đ¨ to see how your muse appears in my museâs NIGHTMARES
kazoudaâ:
 âHey-!â
 Having knuckles ground so roughly into his skull was definitely on Soudaâs list of things he didnât like all that much. It just hurt, even if it was for a brief moment or two, and in turn, it messed up the placement of his beanie. Not that it would take much to fix it, but it was still an inconvenience for him.
 The mechanic grimaced a little, and his hands reached up to fix his grey cotton hat. How rude! It wasnât like he had surprised the yakuza when he had clearly been told not to do it again or anything- oh, wait, thatâs exactly what he did.
 âHnngh⌠you donât have to do that, you knowâŚâ Souda grumbled, a soft frown settling on his features. âAnd you donât gotta word it like that! You make it sound like wantinâ to impress Sonia-san is a bad thing!â
Of course, to outsiders, it was a waste of time to chase a girl who didnât want him back, but Souda was determined to have the girl of his dreams - even if he only liked her for her social status and the personality heâd built in his head for her.
 âCâmon dude, youâve gotta help me! Itâs not like youâre doinâ anythinâ better with your time, is it?â
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At Souda's very manly whining, Fuyuhiko paused his friendly administrations and raised an incredulous brow- he started it and now he canât take it? That was very Souda of him.Â
Very much amused, he watched the mechanic preen himself back to whatever presentable state he deemed perfect. It reminded him of the way most girls would fuss over their hair or make-up when they thought no one was looking. Or maybe heâs reminded of one those of peacocks that his family would raise in the gardens-- one of those two.
What he wanted to say was sorry, but Souda pressed on with his Sonia mission and that made Fuyuhiko bite back his apology very quickly. Not only that, the pink-haired idiot just had to accurately point out his painfully lack of hobbies to fill in his free time- he certainly wasn't a social person either, so just what did he do? None of your business thatâs what!
But he was trying to be nice; he just wasnât sure just how far he could play nice until his patience finally snapped. It seems like Souda just had that bugging effect on him. So, even if he so desperately wished to slug the other a new one, he decided the mechanic could live another day and not expand on the topic of his life.Â
"And harassing Sonia is a better use of time? For you, maybe." He quipped right back. "When're you gonna realize she's not at all interested in you," Ouch, maybe that was too straight-up, but itâs not like that stopped him before. Fuyuhiko offered a smile, it was definitely a pity smile to soften the blow of his words, but a smile nonetheless. "Might save you a fuck ton of time and effort if you went for someone who was even slightly interested in you-- shit, maybe even someone within your league.â
 *  I  STAKE  MY  FAMILY  NAME  ON  IT.    hi   ,  iâm  eli   ,  back  at  it  again  .   give  this  post  a  like  /  reblog  if  youâre  interested  in  interacting  with   an  entire  jackass  ,  BYA.KUYA  TOGAMI  of  DAN.GANRONPA   :   TRI.GGER  HAPPY  HAVOC  !   he  previously  lived  on  laststops   .
I Â BEGGED I Â PLEADEDÂ I Â CRIED
      ( âDonât take them from meâ )
kend0kaâ:
There is no sound, no light, no sensation. All Pekoyama has here is darkness. The last thing they remember is being on the beach, a flash of breathtaking pain, and then this. Nothing at all. They are aware of time passing, but only if they think about it. When they donât, everything melts away. Itâs easier this way.
Not entirely nothing.
Sometimes, rarely, there is something. A tightness in the chest, usually, or sometimes an ache in their fingertips. These odd pains are the only time they are ever actually aware of their body. The rest of the time, it fades into nothingness. They recede deeper into themself when that happens, shrink back into the nothing until it goes away. The worst, though, is the rare sounds.
Itâs always their Masterâs voice, but far off, as if heâs speaking through a layer of pillows. The last thing they remember of him is slicing his face open, watching him collapse. They remember him shouting for them, vaguely, unsure if the memory is real or invented, but theyâre sure thatâs all this is. A phantom memory of him come to torture them, taunt them even in death. Theyâve failed him, now theyâre being punished.Â
The voice sounds clearer this time. Usually itâs just incoherent sounds, but occasionally a word will make its way into whatever remnant of consciousness they currently exist as. This time, itâs a full phrase, I need you. Itâs agonizing. Itâs everything theyâve ever wanted to hear from him and theyâre trapped here in this pit of nothing, and he probably isnât even real, and theyâre dead.
Theyâd thought dying would accomplish something, that for once in their miserable life theyâd be useful to him, but all it did was tear them away from him. Hell is finally being needed and being unable to answer the call. Their entire being wants to reach out to him, find him, keep him safe, but as much as they wish to, there is no body to follow their commands.
Outside of their coma, he will see their fingers twitch in the direction of his voice.
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A small sign. It was all he needed. Sharp eye caught the movement, though it was so subtle Fuyuhiko wondered if heâd imagined it- a trick of the light hitting glass maybe. Whether imagined or not, he clung tightly to that small glimpse of hope, the first sign in weeks and he seized it greedily. The chair clattered to the side, hastily abandoned as he presses closer against the glass.
How pitiful he looked. His face twisted in agony and hopeful anticipation. It had to be any moment now! They will finally wake up, and he could finally say everything he has wanted to. Finally apologize. Finally live together, onto the future he had dreamed they would have.
He called out their name.
âPeko, wake up!â There was desperation in his voice along with the pained strain of wanting to do something, anything, to help aid them towards revival. His hands kept moving about the glass surface, not knowing where to put them, and he wondered if it was safe to open the lid- a reckless thought, but one solidly in his mind as he called out once more.Â
âPlease, you- you have to! Come back, please- I- ! â The room remained unforgivably silent, and despair slowly crept in as Fuyuhiko slumped to the ground. If only he had been stronger, more honest and open about his thoughts, would he have saved Peko from harm? But, it was so damn clear, that he was weak and without them, the one person who could see past his barrier, he was nothing more. Even after all that, he still relied on them- their strength the only reason he survived this far, and he was undeserving of it. Guilt, disgust, disappointment, call it whatever you want, he couldnât decide which one fitted him most.
He choked out, voice wavering and weak as it did when you tried to hold tears back.
âIâm sorry.â A hitch. âIâm sorry I wasnât stronger for you.â
@fuyuzuyu  /  action prompts.
hajime feels the otherâs quick punch at his arm, hand moving upward quickly to rub at the possible growing bruise as he laughed slightly. he had become well accoustmed to the otherâs ways since they had woken from the simulation. his lips quirk upward.
â what was that for, fuyu? â
an eyebrow raise as it seems to have lightened his mood a bit. working through the lines and lines of code that the neo world program having dimmed it prior to the otherâs approach.
â @choosefuture
âCall me âfuyuâ again and Iâll give that other arm a go.âÂ
But his lighthearted tone, along with his playful grin greatly diminished the power and potential of his threat.Â
In actuality, he was very happy his frrrr-....ahem, friend had given him a nickname-- albeit he thought it was a bland one, but it came from a genuine place so he really couldnât care less-- and the ultimate yakuza just had to dish out that tough guy front to distract from feeling embarrassed- from feeling too chummy yaâ know.
âHowâs it going.â He gestures towards the computer with his chin. Just looking at the lines of code irritated him because he couldnât understand the nerdy tech stuff very well. Best to leave it to Hajime...Â
âLooks like complicated stuff, hell- I dunno how you can sit there for hours on end typing numbers and letters.â
self knowledge questionaire
tagged by: @kazouda ( tyty!! <3 i love quiz stuffs! ! :^) )
tagging: @negativu @choosefuture + @goldiedelicious @whiterby
INDEPENDENCE
You donât set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being âgoodâ.
AGGRESSION
One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage â and when anger is suppressed â bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But youâre at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.
SHYNESS
Part of you is gripped by the fear that youâll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.
the-taboo-kingâ:
  âHmm, are you saying you want me to strip for you, dear yakuza prince?â Gundham says, leaning forwards as he presents Fuyuhiko with one of his devilish grins. He sees no harm in flirting with the diminutive yakuza, especially since Gundham is known to swing both ways.
  âIf that is the case then you are bidding on the wrong item but I understand if you are too shy to make the bid your heart truly yearns for. 5000 for a photo shoot it is then.â
â The yakuza doesnât verbally confirm nor deny the modelâs forward request. He only leans back in his seat in a way that, he hoped, conveyed smug disinterest, letting the auction continue on with an air of feigned confidence.
In reality, Fuyuhiko couldnât deny the tempting twinge of desire at Gundhamâs words, maybe his eyes lingered a bit longer on certain aspects of the otherâs body, considering the change, but he wasnât someone to go back on his words so easily- and he wasnât the kind of guy to ask someone of such service, even if voluntary. Besides, nobody had to know that the young yakuza probably wouldnât last too long in a more, suggestive setting.Â
That is to say, what would he even do with the photo shoot. He had to think about that as well... he crosses his legs in shame.
and the revel is here!!!
What do you mean this isnât canon.
Eye may or may not be tinkering with some filters and such to create some fuyu icons đ
the-taboo-kingâ:
Event: Fan Service Auction!!!
  â ⌠Oh dear,â Gundham says, eyeing the suitcase now at the base of his stage. âI certainly appreciate the ⌠enthusiasm, young yakuza but it appears you have forgotten the etiquette for an auction. You must announce how much you are bidding for the item in question and not simply throw money at the stage. If that were how this event was conducted one could consider it to be of a ⌠seedier nature, hmm? Perhaps you can tell me how much is in that case?â
âHeh, youâre saying that but I donât see no difference from this to a stripper house.â He juts his chin at the case. âStick it at five-thousand, breeder.â