[grossbiker]

himehimekun:

      Onoda didn’t know how lucky he was to have passed out due to the morbid things that were happening in the last part – or upon the fact that he was taken care of, somewhat, when other people wouldn’t be treated this kindly. It wasn’t in his intention to embarrass Akira, or make him look like a fool for carrying the boy around —- he wasn’t even aware of being out of it like that.

                  “Mhmm…” Onoda muttered languidly as he turned his head, only slowly opening his eyes, the first thing he was was the blue sky, with a few clouds. Outside? He was outside? That wasn’t the last thing he remembered… as far as he knew, it was—- right, the Haunted House…! “Mido—-” The boy then added with a weak voice as he tried to lift his head up, shaking all over from exhaustion, though once he saw the other sitting by him on the bench, he gave him a gentle smile, along with an embarrassed expression.

            “What… happened? Why are we outside?” When Sakamichi tried to sit up, he felt stupid for even trying, falling backwards onto the bench again, huffing. He could somewhat count one plus one together and presume what happened – though it didn’t change that he was really uncomfortable about it. “I’m so sorry, Midousuji-kun… I’m sorry for being a hassle…”

in all honesty --- there was no one else that could possibly embarrass midousuji more than himself . . . he hardly gave a single care about the way that he acted in public. he was an incredibly self - absorbed person & half the time he wasn’t even aware of the presence of anyone else in his life . . . he focused mainly on himself. even if someone were to see him carrying the other’s limp body, he doubted that they would have anything to say to him about it. that much he knew for sure. 

    “you’re not in the haunted house.” he hissed at the man as if it should have been obvious to his cloudy brain. he’d only been waiting a few moments for onoda to wake up, but he was ( secretly ) beginning to get worried after the first few minutes that he couldn’t get a reaction out of the boy. he was almost positive that the other was dead. maybe he died of a heart attack? then what would he do . . . leave the corpse there on the bench? it was truly a dilemma. 

he didn’t have to worry about finding somewhere to bury the other’s corpse, since he was now beginning to reply . . . somewhat. “because you passed out.” midousuji answered as if it were the most obvious thing. rolling his tongue out of his mouth, he shut the other up -- “doesn’t matter, sakamiiiiichi.” he wasn’t angry about the whole situation, even though it had become an incredible hassle to just go to a haunted house. these sort of things weren’t as fun without someone who actually reacted to the scares. “don’t siiiiiiiit up.”

[himehimekun]

“Go ahead and squirm all you want, you’ll just give yourself rope-burn.”

Midousuji was right —- it started to hurt so bad, but it made him feel anxiety to be tied up like that, whimpering and sobbing quietly. “M-Midousuji-kun… is that… n-n-n-necessary?” Onoda asked politely, not used to the rough feeling of ropes on his bare skin, though he was still wearing his boxers thankfully so. “It’s kind of tight… a-and hard to breathe…”

Sakamichi was still at a loss, why Akira would want to tie him up. Oblivious to the sexual flair this might have, he just thought that the gang leader wanted to press his power onto the smaller male, and he just rolled with it.

[grossbiker]

“it won’t hurt if you don’t move, sakamichiiiiii.” of course, while midousuji had onoda down to jus this boxers, he was fully clothed. it may have been a strange thing to hate undressing for sexual affairs . . . but he was the kind of guy to keep his shirt & socks on during sex. however -- he was not against undressing his partner and covering them in dark red lines. the smaller was perfect for the job too, feminine limbs made for easy restraining. he could struggle all the he wanted, but this was not something that he was getting out of.

smiling wide, all teeth showing. “don’t pass out on me now.” he was sure that he hadn’t tied him up that tightly . . . but with the way he kept trying to squirm out of the restraints, he wasn’t sure if he’d moved them into a much more uncomfortable position on his own.

[himehimekun]

Idol in Distress | Idol/Bōsōzoku!AU

@grossbiker

Never did it occur to her that she was able to run like that in slight-heels. She was truly a klutz and would stumble and fall at the worst times possible —- but right now, she really did not want to have any of that happen. 

She never learnt from her mistakes —- no matter how many times she was scolded by both her producer and her bodyguard to not go out alone, she just had the desire to be a little more like a normal girl; despite the idol-lifestyle which was really alluring and whatnot, she just wanted to enjoy herself like anyone else, be someone who is not somebody, truly.

And today, she paid the price dearly. 

Huffing and puffing for air, she may be really good at performing and singing, but it would not change that in such a stressful situation she was out of air from running away from some fans who really were too much to handle on her own, all she wanted was to go back to Ishigaki-P-chan’s apartment and feel protected; she knew that he was a man who could handle rowdies such as these —- despite his good manners and his gentleman attitude, he could lash out if need be.

Running into darker allies, she did not think clear enough to notice the rain puddles – this was the worst timing ever to slip and fall – not only would she be caught, this was one of the worst parts of town, too… Shusuke kept on warning her about these parts, mostly because of the gangs that wouldn’t simply lurk around but build their bases here and live here —— but she really had to be a klutz right now.

“Ooff—” She exhaled, trying to get up, but that’s when she noticed an even shadier figure standing not far away before her, making her tremble even more than these fanatics who caught up despite her efforts.

That’s it, right? If she was not kidnapped by these freaks, she certainly would have her throat cut by that guy…

[grossbiker]

he could feel the rain drops beginning to fall -- hitting his forehead, his nose, his hair, with an erratic, irritating rhythm. he’d been out of the base on business, lasting him till the dead hours of the night. perhaps it just looked darker in the alley that he was standing in, but there was definitely a good amount of clouds beginning to cover whatever light was left in the sky. he didn’t fear the darkness, but it was annoying to have a bunch of small fries jumping out of the dark trying to take on the lizard hell leader. 

 as long as he kept his head down in the smaller alley ways, he normally did not have to deal with those sort of annoyances. he was allowed to enjoy his time alone with a cigarette dangling between his lips. he wasn’t much of a smoker -- not as much as tusji, but once in a while he felt as if it was needed. midousuji worried about the tobacco beginning to yellow his pearly whites, but if he made sure to take care of them in every other way he was sure that they wouldn’t lose their blinding sheen. 

hearing the clack of heels belting out against the pavement, reverberating off of the bricks towering the alleyways, he was sure that he was in for some kind of company -- how irritating. at least, by the sound of the shoes . . . there was no way that was the sound of sneakers or boots. no, that was the sound of heels.

if it wasn’t some kind of gang member heading his way, who could it be? shrinking close to the bricks, deeper into the shadows, he attempted to keep his lean frame hidden until he could further evaluate the situation. he’d be damned if it was some frightened woman leading the cops directly into his direction. however -- hearing someone crash to the ground with a pain sound, he wasn’t so sure that was the case. she seemed to be running from something entirely. 

walking out of his semi - hiding place, he towered over the woman trying to get an eye at just who she was. “you’re running from someone?” he practically hisses out, curiosity getting the best of him. he wasn’t fully prepared to be a hero to anyone, he just wanted the gist of the situation. 

[tsxji]

Freaks | Middle School!AU

grossbiker

      This was a normal day for a more or less average boy at middle school. Along with the usual bullying and the constant anxiety of talking to people or the fact that he much rather wanted to be at home with his dear mother, nothing spectacular happened.

                                          Until the bell rang for school to be over.

                  Tsuji packed his bag slowly, getting shoved here and there by classmates, so he left the room as the last pupil, wishing his teacher a nice day due to being such a polite boy and heading towards the exit as he walked down the hallway.

            One of the main reasons he was bullied was because of his prominent cheekbones, but also the fact that he was one of the tallest of his age, almost towering over all the other children. It wasn’t as if he felt good about it. He much rather wanted to be smaller, in a way that he wouldn’t be seen, maybe insect size would be perfect – he wouldn’t mind if someone stomped on him and broke all his innards and the exoskeleton (at least that’s what insects had, right?), as long as he wasn’t standing out like a freak.

      Walking out of the building, he took note of a group of people, familiar faces among them. They certainly weren’t good news, all of these kids who thought they were better just because they were so… normal. It sickened him. And all Akihisa wanted was to rush past them unnoticed and run home before they’d get him. But it looked like they were too busy seeing him – so he was getting curious and approached the boys quietly, slowly.

            Eventually, he got the puzzle pieces together when he saw a boy much smaller then those guys, almost fragile looking with his thing arms and legs, just standing there and taking the treatment. This was upsetting. Not only because he hated bullies, but this was more an act of cowards than anything else: at least they had the nerve to approach Tsuji who was – without exaggeration – at least one head taller than those guys! Gritting his teeth, he grabbed both straps of his school bag, inhaled and exhaled deeply merely to gain the bravery to step forward and do something about it.

                  “H-Hey! Get lost, cowards!!! Are you starting to pick on smaller kids now? Instead of those taller than you?! You’re pathetic. I’m going to rip your arms out like they do to bugs!” Akihisa then called out as he moved closer, glaring at the guys but merely receiving laughter. “You don’t take me seriously? How about I cut up your bellies and wear your innards as a new scarf?” With that statement, he gained a little more respect – or fear – from those idiots. “Let’s just go and leave the freaks alone.” One of the boys then muttered as he pulled on his friends and they were moving faster than Tsuji had anticipated.

            Now – all alone with that other boy – he wasn’t all too sure what to say. He wasn’t good with conversations – as might’ve been obvious due to his… choice of words to scare them away. But the truth is, he could tell that this boy was just as lonely as he was, probably had no friends as well, just by his awkward body language. Making friends wasn’t a bad thing, right? Though… perhaps he was just too disgusting to even be able and make friends?!

      “Are you okay there? Did they beat you up?” Akihisa asked with a certain tone of nervousness in his voice, almost cracking and faltering with a few words here and there, in contrary to his confident speech he just had in front of those apes. “We could still go to the nurse’s office if you need something…”

[grossbiker]

This was something normal . . . to have kids picking at his each and every move. They waited like vultures, hovering over an animal baking in the sun -- hoping that it would keel over any moment. It wasn’t even over things that necessarily involved him. If his workbook had a bit of a dirt stain on it, they’d call him a disgusting pig. If he couldn’t catch something that someone threw at him without warning, they’d call him a slimy snail. It really didn’t make any sense to him -- no one at home ever treated him this way . . . there, he was showered in compliments. His mother especially loved how well he took care of his teeth, but here he was teased for it -- they would say they were so big & reflective that one could see their own reflection in them. In their eyes, there was nothing that midousuji could do right.

With his small & scrawny frame, there was no point in fighting against the harassment, he was long past thinking that he had a chance against them. The first time that he found against them, he ended up with a black eye & a bloody lips, from that point on he decided to just let it happen. If anything ever happened to the precious teeth that his mother loved so much, he wasn’t sure what he would do.

It wasn’t like midousuji had any friends either, when he was bullied he was left on his own. No one wanted to interfere & be bullied the same way as he was. Anyone that sided with him would inevitably become just as unlikable as he was to the rest of his class. Once in a while, there was few that gave him guilty looks & seemed to have a problem with their other classmates’ behavior -- but no one really ever did anything. All they did was sit back and watch, whether they agreed with it or not. Part of him hated them just as much as the rest of the bullies . . . it just really wasn’t fair.

He figured that this time would be the same as every other -- being called trash & stupid, mocked for his future dreams. Everyone else in the class would laugh along in unison, because if not, they would become just as much of a loser as midousuji. Though . . . from behind the sea of his fellow classmates, he could see someone much taller than the rest. He must have been an upperclassman. Despite his uniform, he still didn’t look as if he was a middle schooler -- he looked much, much older than all the rest. He wasn’t sure what to expect either. Was this just another person to add to the sea of mockery? Surely, one more laughing along wouldn’t crush his spirit -- after all, when he went home he snuggled himself into the warm arms of his mother, asking him how his day had been. For the sake of her, he would lie, say that everything was going fine and then proceed to ask about hers. Midousuji simply had to endure what was going on at school, because once he was home everything was different -- it was his only outlet.

Once the upperclassman began shooing all of the bullies away, midousuji had an unfamiliar feeling inside of his chest -- is this what it was like? To have someone there to watch your back -- like a friend? He couldn’t describe the feeling all that well . . . it was yellow, just like the one that he felt in the arms of his mother. But it was a much more vibrant shade, almost as blinding as the afternoon sun. watching everyone scatter like bugs, he stared at the upperclassman in awe. He wanted to know how to do that -- make people run from him with a few simple words, anything to keep them away. It didn’t matter if it was scary, or if it was intimidating, he wanted to feel that kind of power against other people.

Swallowing hard, he simply shook his head ‘no’ to the man’s questions. No, they hadn’t beat him -- or laid a hand on him since the last time that he had the gall to try & lash back. All they had was harsh blows to his ego -- causing him to stand with a hunch & a scared look on his face at all times. They ripped the enjoyment out of his childhood -- dreams included. “I want to know how you did that.”  was all the scrawny boy said.

[himehimekun]

Yellow. She was wearing yellow. | Fem/Bōsōzoku!AU

@grossbiker

“But they’re terrifying.” – “Onoda-chan, I put my word in for you, so you could have the tips. They really do give good tips. Just smile, be nice, serve them, and you’re good to go.”

The mid-week night shifts were the worst. At the weekends, usually students and working class was coming in late to celebrate with friends, families or colleagues, they’d eat and drink and behave normally. During the week, however, it was the shadiest figures coming in to have dinner; some of them surely looked like Yakuza, some weren’t that terrifying, but they still gave that… criminal vibe. 

Onoda was not used to the late shifts when such characters would pop up and demand a waitress’s service. Gulping hard, she received the plates with food and one to carry the drinks. “Tables 7, 13 and 5… your table 20 will be done afterwards, so hurry back into the kitchen.” The head-waitress said as she was expediting the kitchen and the head chef, shooing the little girl out of the kitchen. Well, little girl – she was already of age, but she just had that really innocent vibe to her. Trying to balance her plates and drinks as well as she could while wearing such a tightly bound, yellow kimono, it was hard, but she wouldn’t fail – she was super determined. Serving the plates to each table, she finally arrived at table 13 – it was a rather tall woman, sitting old-fashioned on her knees by the table as each and every other customer – she was creepy looking, but not nearly as terrifying as the Yakuza guys… funny, Onoda could swear that she had seen her before —- but she also would not want to make anything awkward, thus merely sticking to the necessary conversation that she was assigned to do.

Placing her dish and the drink neatly before her, not disturbing as she was reading or writing into a small journal, merely chiming a sweet “There you go, please enjoy your meal.” as she usually would, bowing and then returning back to the kitchen to receive more of the food. “HEY… GIRLIE.” One of the guys in the suit yelled out towards Sakamichi, making her freeze and tremble. “Where’s our food, huh?” Actually mortified, she wasn’t sure how to deal with this, but she tried to do as she was told – smile, be nice, serve them. 

“I am… v-very sorry, sir. The kitchen is backed up, I’m on my way to ask for your orders, sir.” He just offensively waved her off as if she was a fly that needed a smack in the face, so she scurried away into the kitchen, ready to cling onto the head-waitress and beg to go clean the dishes instead, but being the last shift waitress, she was the only one there —- they were cutting on staff to be able and pay them properly. So, during the weekdays, that late at night, more than one waitress was unnecessary. 

“Table 20.” She said lamley as she stacked up the orders on her arms and hands. “Now, go… go!” Sakamichi really wished she wasn’t such a klutz, but she was more so scared to mess up before these scary man —- moving in a pace that was not too slow and not too fast, she got a good way of balancing things like that. Of course, that was until she felt one of the men by the table slapping her rear and groping it. Not expecting such a lewd action, she gasped and lost balance of the drinks, making them crash down onto the table – luckily enough, none of the glasses were destroyed, but the drinks were everywhere. Some of the man stood up angrily as their suits were messed up by cocktails and water, glaring down at her. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” She squealed grabbing for a cloth and going right in to dry up the table and save what could be saved, even offering some napkins to the men in hopes that they could dry off their suits. “I’m really sorry…” – “You’re a fucking klutz, and a flat one at that too. They gonna give me such a rookie waitress?!?! And an ugly one at that too?!?! I wanna speak to the owner!!!! And you will pay!!!” As he threatened her, he grabbed her by the arm, she was sure that this would leave a bruise, but too scared to even wiggle out of it, she really just hoped for the head-waitress to come out and kick them out, but that was something that would not happen — Yakuza guys paid good, so that was a nice income for a small business like that. “I’m really sorry, sir… it was not my intention… please, let me go… I have to go back to the kitchen and get your drinks re-done.”

[grossbiker]

midousuji & her gang always sat around at a local traditional diner, it was like their own personal hangout -- at least, when everyone avoided any table within ten feet of them. normally, the atmosphere was relaxing . . . quiet even, but tonight it seemed that there was something more going on that night. with the sheer amount of men in suits, it seemed that some kind of family was there tonight. drowning them out, she lifted her glass to her lips -- still peering at other’s with beady eyes over the rim. the men in there looked like stereotypical yakuza men, the kind that she hated. they figured that women were not as good as they were when it came to cruel deeds. midousuji begged to differ.

the way that they pushed that poor server around was somewhat irritating -- not only because it was pathetic to watch, but that was also the woman that was waiting on their table as well. the more that they yelled at her, the less that she checked on their table to be sure that all glasses were full & that it stayed neat. placing her empty glass on the table, she was willing to wait a few moments for a new one -- but the longer that people kept harassing the young waitress, the longer that she would have to wait. what an irritating thing. 

after the woman was grabbed, midousuji found herself unable to hold her patience any longer. having these men around was already enough of a pain -- now that they were interfering with her relaxing night . . . well, she wouldn’t sit by and let them step all over lizard hell. standing up tall, she took her glass along with her -- simply walking up behind the small waitress. holding her empty drink out in front of the woman’s face, she twirled it ever so slightly to make the ice shift & clink against the glass. “this needs to be fiiiiiillled.” she hissed. the disgusting woman’s gaze fell to the yakuza man holding onto her server. smiling a full tooth grin in the gang members direction, she wasn’t negotiating this with the others. her gaze directly said ‘let her go, or we will have issues’. 

[himehimekun]

Sunflowers | Bōsōzoku!AU

[grossbiker]

himehimekun:

                  His happy expression kind of failed for a few moments, when he lowered his head and shrugged, “Ah, I don’t really have any anime friends…” before jumping to the other part of the man’s statement. “Someone they fear? Mhm…”

            Closing his eyes, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, needing to let that sink in. Obviously, he didn’t think of Midousuji as that scary anymore – perhaps because they’ve met twice now —- which wasn’t that often, but still —- and not seeing how he was harmful; at least to Onoda. Though after moments, he opened his eyes again and turned his head to look at him. “Oh, you mean you were talking about yourself?! A-Are you offering to walk me to college? R-Really?! I–If that’s not a hassle to you, I’d like to!! B-But – please – don’t hurt them. I don’t want anyone to get into trouble…”

      He barely got a break, Sakamichi already was freaking out again, pressing both his hands onto each cheek as he shook his head. “I didn’t mean to use stereotypes, oh God, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to be rude, I swear!!!” With that statement it must’ve been clear that the boy didn’t fear Akira as a person, but more so to hurt his feelings – as stupid as it sounded – but to him, it was absolutely awful to say things that cause mental pain to others. He knew how bad it would be, so he wouldn’t ever inflict the same things onto others; let alone people who escorted him home after his late shift and even offer to accompany him to college.

            Immediately after Midousuji started to laugh at Onoda – or so he thought it must’ve been – he regretted even mentioning the thought he had. “I… w-wasn’t… thi…nking them over… carefully… I–I just listened to you…” The tone to his voice was wavering in embarrassment, lowering his gaze once more. “I just told you before that I don’t have any so-called anime friends. So, I got a little excited there. Don’t mind me, j-just for–forget that already…! I’m sorry.”

                  This kind of situation reminded the smaller of all the times he was picked on and laughed at for his hobby —- so, the natural reaction would be to brush it off. “What do you want to talk about? Or are you going to remain quiet for until you’re going to leave?” Onoda didn’t want to come off as bossy, he would be fine if the other didn’t want to talk at all – he’d just bear with it, awkwardly so. But he wanted to make sure that it wasn’t anything unpleasant to the other. All the boy wanted was to make the man feel at home and be as relaxed as possible – it’s the least thing he could do!

for a moment, he saw a flash of sadness cross over the other’s features. he could assume just why that was . . . but he also understood the feeling. during the short years that he was in school, midousuji was a complete outcast. while the other probably assume that he was always the kind of person that could stick up for himself, that wasn’t entirely true. the only reason that he grew to be as strong as he was came from that brutal bullying that he received as a child. but now, he was taller, stronger, scarier than anyone that ever teased him. it was truly gratifying. 

the boy blatantly stating that he was indeed talking about himself made him rethink the whole thing. did he really mean what he said? “i guess i could do it.” completely ignoring the fact that he was caught redhanded in his offer, he would simply act as if that wasn’t the case. he was a bit wary of onoda’s statement telling him not to hurt anyone. what kind of feral animal did the boy think he was? 

the way that onoda freaked out about his joke was gross, did the boy think that he really cared that much? words couldn’t hurt midousuji anymore. he was beyond that point. if anything, his words were sharper than anyone elses. 

breaking out into his signature toothy grin, he let out a disturbing laugh. sakamichi seemed to get embarrassed over anything & everything . . . it was entertaining to watch the different shades of pink that he could cause to appear against the boy’s cheeks. it was nice to know that he was listening to what he was saying, midousuji couldn’t stand people that didn’t listen to him when he spoke. but on the other hand, he couldn’t help but think that he hit the nail on the head eliciting that kind of reaction from onoda. had he not been correct in his assumption, he didn’t think the other would get that embarrassed over it. 

talking about anime wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but damn, it felt childish. inside of midousuji there was still that childish side buried deep below the gang leader image that he had to put up. it just took a lot more work to bring out. he wouldn’t speak about anime at the moment to onoda, but sometime in the future he would surely crack under comfort.

“you shouldn’t work so late when you have school the next day.” he comments, recalling their previous encounter. it had been well past eleven at night when the boy was on his way home from work. midousuji wasn’t the most responsible person, but he was sure that wasn’t a healthy life for a student. “between work and classes, how do you find the time to study? it really sounds like a handful.” something so mature may not have been expected from a street rat like midousuji, but he wasn’t exactly of the generic type. not much of a drinker, not a druggie, he was the kind of person that preferred to keep himself & his life intact. when it came to other people? he loved to tell them just how they were making mistakes as well -- perhaps less rude from a man that was stitched together tightly. 

[grossbiker]

the enemy of my enemy is my friend? @sangakx

midousuji’s usually cocky grin dropped at the boy’s words. lame? no one had ever used the word lame to describe his ( completed ) plan to take over ishigaki’s gang. it was cruel, heartless even but it was not lame. it pissed him off to hear an underling of someone elses’ gang talking to him so freely, but for the moment he would bite his tongue and listen to what the other had to say. shooting down an opportunity to get ahead was not something midousuji would pass on.

there was little trust in him for anyone from the lone wolves, not arakita or any of his other mutts. they were a gang based on freedom and cooperation, rather than a strictly manned group as lizard hell. being able to trust a barrage of men so freely was not in his nature, and trusting manami would seem entirely foolish. midousuji was aware the boy had earned his title the angel of death, it was not just simply given to him. 

“i said i will listen, don’t draw up any funny ideas that i will like what you have to say.” the taller replies sharply, not looking to take any more criticism from a mere underling. it was shameful enough once, twice would just be a fight in the making. the way manami droned on, dancing around the bulk of the topic caused impatience to well up in midousuji’s chest. “on with it, zaku.”

the mention of yowaizumi peaked his interest. there was a deep hatred between him & the not - so humble, oodly preppy gang member. just what beef their was between manami & the other was unknown, but he could not imagine that imaizumi made his way onto the lone wolves’ good side -- especially not that of their leader. “what makes you think it takes two?” not fully convinced of the alliance, he wore his mistrust on his sleeve. “just what happened between you and him that it’s a concern. i’m not stupid enough to believe that you of all people needs my help.”

[himehimekun]

“ i just need to finish what i’m doing, then i’ll sleep. “

The smaller male wasn’t convinced. Midousuji was constantly pulling all-nighters, looking through documents and preparing things; sure, he was a gang leader, but he had invited him to his place for a sleepover multiple times and every time the man would just scurry away to do his job until late at night. The light on his desk being turned on did not even bother Sakamichi. He just didn’t want Akira to be awake for too long. “Mhm…”

Lifting himself up from his bed, he dragged his blanket with him, taking a spare chair to sit next to his counterpart and wrapping the blanket around him as well, not too much so his hands would be free, but enough to warm up his shoulders and back, leaning his petite head against the man’s arm gently, sleepily.

“You always fall asleep by the desk, so I’ll just join you, Midousuji-kun.”

[grossbiker]

to say that midousuji had an ocd as to how his gang was run would be an understatement. he flipped lizard hell upside-down, claiming it as his own. making a mistake after such a gutsy move would be foolish. he had to maintain fear among the men beneath him & a man who was to be feared did not make minor mistakes. running long fingers through his messy hair, midousuji let out a soft groan. sakamichi just didn’t understand the stress that he went through. ishigaki led his gang foolishly based on trust & luck, he would not make that mistake as well. 

“i won’t fall asleep here.” he hissed, far too late to stop the boy from setting up camp at his side. his eyes trailed down to the smaller latched onto his arm, trying his best not to let his presence hinder his work. “are you saying that you are going to help? or are you just looking to get in the way?” consider it his own way of asking for help from the boy.   

there was just a few plans & whatnot that had to be read over. it was all busy work . . . while he could feel the exhaustion on his eyes, he absolutely would not sleep until every bit of work was completed. 

[grossbiker]

himehimekun:

Was… he being serious? Onoda really couldn’t tell at this point, but he was way too freaked out to even bother.

“I mean… they could’ve hurt me or abducted me? I don’t really look like a threat, so walking up to them would be like waving the white flag and offering myself to them as their number one victim, right?! R-Right?!”

Surely, Midousuji could just fend intruders like that, not anyone was as tall as that boy – mostly not for his age! Meanwhile Onoda was really not intimidating. At all.

“I’m sorry if I’m a hassle at the moment, but I really didn’t know where else to go… I thought, you’d… understand? Eh… hehe… I… I’ll… I’ll go then–”

certainly, midousuji didn’t understand -- or display any form of empathy -- towards the boy’s predicament. he didn’t understand the intimidation that onoda was feeling, simply because it was never something that he had to deal with himself. being so tall ( not to mention erratic ) had it’s ups & downs, but honestly -- no one fucked with him. such long limbs and a creepy grin were enough to keep anyone away.

    “ tell them to leave you alone then. “ he states bluntly, a simple solution  in his own eyes. being transparent was easy to him, but again -- he didn’t realize the privileges that his appearance gifted him. onoda was the exact opposite, bespectacled and short. with his high - pitched, squeaky voice there was hardly anything to fear. his climbing talents were the only part of him that allowed midousuji to respect him as he did -- the anime, appearance, and stature did nothing towards that.

“ are you saying that you want me to deal with your problems for you, sakkaaaamichiiiiii? “ perhaps a push was all that onoda needed to solve the issue, a push that midousuji was willing to provide. even if he had to loom over the boy’s shoulder the entirety of the time, he’d do it just to get the alleged issue out of the way. then the other would stop crying to him over it. call it backhanded affection if anything.  

[desnos]

[monaho-art]

fixed SAI brushes

[mooglepilled]

i guess ill post this little thing on here after all

koalamichi strikes again

[grossbiker]

cinderella-esque:

YUKAKO’S EYES stay on his as the man pulls the bag away from her, as if she were a middle school kid. As if she was involuntarily the MONKEY in monkey in the middle. She can already feel the blood secured in her veins boiling. ❛ I DON’T HAPPEN TO BE A THIEF LIKE YOU. ❜ What?

SHE WAS QUIET during the entire duration of him blatantly taunting her. Even though she was silent, you can see her face changing. How her eyelids lowered every time the bag swung in her direction, how her lips dropped to a frown while he checked the content inside…

Yukako was getting PISSED OFF. Once she was finally out of her seat, she kept eye contact with him and in an instant, her arm shot out with fingers flexed. She grabbed his wrist, tightening her grip. ❝ I don’t know who youare, but I suggest you stop annoying me. ❞

his calm facade stayed in place as the woman trapped his scrawny wrist in her grasp. ❝ pbbft ---- are you getting that annoyed about it. gross -- we’re just playing around, aren’t we? ❞ of course, he was wholly aware of his actions being irritating to the woman, but it was all in good fun. 

HER ANGER was definitely warranted, but midousuji would continue to play the victim nonetheless. ❝ i think you have a bigger problem than me. like finding your order? ❞ after all, he had his; an easy fix. though she would have to pester the employees or other customers in hopes of locating her food. 

with a slight tug back, he tried to pull his wrist from her trap -- && even if he had the height advantage on her, he was rather skeletal and all-around gangly. through all of this, he still wore the same disgusting grin on his face, his beady eyes not once leaving her glare.

[tsxji]

An odd pair

[grossbiker]

tsxji:

grossbiker

                 With a loud sigh, the smaller of the two just sat down on a bench, looking out to sit underneath a tree’s casting shadow merely because the man was somewhat sweating already from the heat and took a break from walking around. Not only that but he also disliked the fact that he ended up on a date with their new ace. A date. With Midousuji. That was more than ridiculous, and perhaps even borderline-masochistic, even though last time Akihisa checked, he was certain to be more of a dom part. Either way, there wasn’t much he could change about this situation now except for dealing with that guy’s god-complex for the day and ruining his fun by not agreeing to do anything he wanted to – after all, they went to the bicycle shop together after Akira’s instructions, but he merely agreed because he too wanted to buy some items for his bike.

           The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous this all seemed —- a bet between these two that would determine who of them was weak-willed and pathetic enough to take one step back and lose against the other. One might consider Tsuji to be a stubborn person, but he simply hated to lose, mostly when it was losing against Akira. He could see being the underdog of Ishigaki, but not to this… disgusting guy. Therefore the idea was asked whether they’d get alone better if they went on a date together. Absolutely ridiculous. But neither of them wanted to lose so both were more or less agreeing to go on said date. The man had better things to do on a Saturday afternoon, but here he was.

     Taking a sip from his water bottle, he looked around, watching all these people having so much fun with family, lovers or friends, while he was stuck with the guy he disliked the most. Okay, perhaps not the most, but still he was up there on that list. Tsuji didn’t even try to look at his counterpart – his date, ugh – acting like that guy was thin air, unless he would talk to him first. But he was also certain that the first things coming out of that rotten mouth would be mockery and insults towards the third year. How did Koutarou even fathom the patience and kindness to talk to this guy? He would never understand.

           There were many things he wanted to tell Midousuji: ‘You sure a fun at dates.’ – ‘I don’t know about you, but I’d rather gouge my eyes out right now, I’d be more entertained.’ – ‘Time’s up, let’s call it a day and go home.’ —- literally, anything to somehow crush that guy’s ego into the ground, but he also wanted to be the stronger one who did not initiate a conversation, wanting to show how alpha he could be and how he did not need to exchange words in order to make someone feel uncomfortable with his cold attitude.

                 So instead, he leaned forward and looked at the small bugs, ants and whatnot crawling on the floor underneath him until Akira would come up with some kind of humiliating idea for this date.

this whole experience put him in a horrible mood. not only was he sick of company -- but he was sick of tsuji’s company in particular. all they did was senselessly argue && verbally abuse each other. if he wasn’t such a stubborn man, he’d have given up before they even started. perhaps if they just ---- avoided all conversation, this would go smoothly. they couldn’t argue if they didn’t exchange words. though midousuji’s naturally demeaning nature made it very difficult for him not to make a snarky comment now and again. their trip to the bike shop had been just as uneventful as their current ‘conversation’. 

    beady eyes shifted between the street, tsuji, && the bugs he found so much interest in. this whole ‘get together’ was a genius plan from the rest of the team ( mostly because they were sick and tired of the way him and tsuji treated each other ). a date hardly seemed like any way to FIX their relationship, but if he said no, he risked being called a coward. if there was anything that he hated far more than tsuji, it was looking weak. enduring an hour or two with the man wasn’t worth the shame. 

the two of them hardly even had a plan --- after the bike shop, he had no further plans. && it didn’t seem that tsuji had any either. he had hardly lifted his eyes up from the ground long enough to see what was around him. ❝ you’re boring. ❞, midousuji said bluntly. both of them had similar thoughts on each other’s company, but the he held nothing back. even if it meant that he had to speak first, he simply said what came to mind. he didn’t see an issue with his honesty, especially when said honesty was true. while it may have been a certain tactic to keep quiet, but he didn’t appreciate it or see the intimidation in it. silence didn’t scare him --- nor could it make him feel awkward. it was difficult to make him feel awkward. 

     leaning over to look at the bugs in front of tsuji, a wicked grin spread across his features. in one quick movement, he brought his foot down on a few of the innocent crawlers, making sure to crush them as hard as he could. that would get tsuji to talk --- or it would piss him off. either way, midousuji was sure he could handle it. ❝ since this is our date, why don’t we decide together what we should do. ❞ he suggested, though he had all intention to shut down any ‘foolish’ ideas tsuji gave.

[grossbiker]

cinderella-esque:

▌❝ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶤᶰᵘᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ ⁽ˣ⁾ ❞ — @grossbiker

Yukako is taken aback at not only the STATURE of this man, but the forced smile he creates to her. As if her mouth agape, wide eye look wasn’t enough, she raised her eyebrows once she listened to his VOICE…he, in every aspect, was grotesque.

Mentally shaking herself out of it, Yukako allows him to take the bag from her hands and begins to get up from her spot. ❝ That must mean you have MY order. ❞ Like him, she was also annoyed by the thought of someone touching her food.

holding the bag away from her, he brought his freehand up to his toothy smile --- as if his slim, bony fingers could hide the width of his grin. ❝ heeee--- ? and how can you be so sure i took it? i don’t happen to be a thief like you. ❞ he reminded, swinging the bag back && forth to taunt her. in all truth, he hadn’t taken her food, nor did he consider it his problem. he just wanted his food so that he could enjoy it himself. 

      ❝ pbfft, that’s unfortunate. ❞ midousuji said, peeking into the bag to be sure everything was there. after all, she had already put her grubby fingers all over it --- he wouldn’t be surprised if anything was missing.

[grossbiker]

“ come on, give it a chance.” //shows up 10 million years later.

i forgot the meme.

a blank stare was given to the boy, he couldn’t believe such a suggestion. after a moment of silence && a condescending look, he finally hissed out. ❝ no. ❞ as if he’d venture into those stupid anime stores with him. ( while he did have an interest in such dorky hobbies, he preferred to hide them --- unlike him ). ❝ you can go in, i will wait here. ❞ feet planted firmly on the ground, he would not budge.

[animangascenery]