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Ind. Kusakabe Hikaru writen by autumn from: Doukyuusei, Sotsugyousei, Occupation to Beloved, and Sora to Hara pls skim my headcanons 🍋🍋🍋 click here for a guide to the Doukyuusei series 🍋🍋🍋 var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5320041"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=Online&e2=Online&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); all theme art credit

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❝ when the day seems darkest, remember there is always a friend nearby, a shoulder to cry on, a warm hand to wipe away the tears // ind. westworld oc, by autumn. 

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it’ll be my first time buying a ring…

ind. kusakabe hikaru from doukyuusei. by autumn. art credit. 

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starter call! like for a small thing!

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heyyyyy guess who may be returning soon? i’ve missed kusa’s blog so much but i’ve been so busy and distracted wah,,, but i want to come back! i’m going to binge reread & watch the movie again & then i may be back!! 

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heyyyyy guess who may be returning soon? i’ve missed kusa’s blog so much but i’ve been so busy and distracted wah,,, but i want to come back! i’m going to binge reread & watch the movie again & then i may be back!! 

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Being a nice person is so fun

Waiter messes something up? You can see the relief on their faces when you don’t scream and swear at them about it

Extra tickets at an arcade/prize place? Watch a little kid’s face light up when you give them a bunch of tickets

There are too many assholes in this world. Be a nice person.

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Oh... she’s cute. Staring at the clip in his hands, he suddenly feels a bit worried. Still, making his way over to her side, he taps her shoulder to get her attention. “I think this fell out of your hair,” he said, holding out his hand to offer a little, blue star clip, matching the other one she had in her hair. “A kid was about to put it in his mouth, so I grabbed it...”

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          Mikael seldom took offense, his patience perhaps more grand than many would expect of him, so had this stranger meant to be condescending in his query, he’d be met with nothing more than the nature of a tired soldier. Lifting his head, his ( illuminative ) stare turned itself to the male & a soft chuff escaped full lips,  ❛ Don’t remember. It’s pretty old. ❜  It would’ve deteriorated had it not been for the divine blessing placed onto it every few decades, this, Mikael didn’t have a single doubt on. It wasn’t a Holy Weapon, after all, & so the conditions of Heaven would’ve been merciless on the poor thing, if not for Agnethe’s generosity & patronage to all things musical.

          ❛ I can hardly remember the last time I played, as well. If you don’t mind, think you can help me tune it up? You seem to know more than I do. ❜  Which wasn’t a problem, seeing as how Mikael readily admitted faults. Besides, the more interactions he had with the lambs of this Earth, the happier it made him in the long run.

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It looks old, but in Kusakabe’s eyes, that’s exactly the sort of thing that makes it beautiful. Instruments that hang unused on man-cave walls may be pretty but aren’t used for anything! Well-used instruments had the wear and tear of years of love on them, their faded forms and old straps showing a connection between the instrument and it’s player. Kusakabe is perhaps more sentimental than perhaps warranted, but he’s all too happy to take a seat next to this stranger and assist him. 

“I don’t have a guitar tuner with me, so it probably won’t be perfect,” but even if he says it, he says it knowing he prefers tuning by ear anyway. There was nothing wrong with having such a skill. With the guitar in his hands, he strums a few notes to get an ear for them before getting to work, testing each string and working the tuning pegs until he felt the sounds were just right. “Mm... try that,” he makes to hand the guitar back, “it should play a little easier now.”

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“Hey, it’s alright; don’t even worry, we’ll get this all sorted out.” The girl couldn’t have been any older than seven, shaking in her rain slicker and boots as she wandered in distress. As she’d explained it, her mother had simply disappeared; she was an omnic woman, apparently, raising the girl after her birth mother became unable to. And what a scary thing, he empathizes... thinking you’ve lost a mother for the second time in such a short life. 

“Come on,” he offers her his hand, putting on his most confident face. “We’ll get you to the closest police station where you can get warmed up and tell them what happened.” As she looked unconvinced, Kusakabe smiled. “We can ask around while we walk there. We’ll see if anyone’s spotted her.” 

And so he leads her onward, weaving through dense morning commute sidewalk traffic, stopping every time she saw someone she wanted to question about her mother. It seemed to calm her nerves, having at least that level of control over her situation, but ultimately Kusakabe was intent on getting her to the police in a timely manner. 

“Excuse me,” he says, stopping once more, “have you seen a woman looking for her child? She would be carrying an umbrella with the same pattern as this girl’s raincoat. We’re headed to the police now, but if you’ve heard anything at all...”

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“Ranpo-san? Kunikida asked me to ride the train with you this afternoon.” 

It was an odd thing, that anyone would be unable to ride a train by themself in this day and age. Kusakabe himself has been doing it on his own since he was fairly little. But Kusakabe has only been working here a few short weeks; he’s in no rush to garner the ire of those around himself, lest he be forced to listen to Kunikida lecture him on his manners, so he quiets his thoughts on the matter and doesn’t give voice to them. 

And... Kunikida had given him fair warning to be extremely respectful towards Ranpo. As embarrassing as it is to admit, he places a distinct value in Kunikida’s words that he does not necessarily place in the words of others. He’s in no rush to admit such to Kunikida himself, more than content to continue appearing as a lazy youth in his mentor’s eyes, but the fact that he does value his advice stays the same.

“Whenever you’re ready, just say so.”

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“I miss the stupid things.”

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“You aren’t talking about STUDENTS, are you?” Teachers weren’t supposed to talk like that, were they? Then again, Kusakabe can look back on his own education and recall more than a few teachers who likely called him stupid behind his back, too. Still, he doubts that is the case, in this instance. “If you want to do something stupid, we can go skydiving or something. You aren’t so old you can’t have a life.”

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“Are you one of those parkour people? Did you seriously just hop down from that building like it was nothing?” Consider him awestruck and mildly concerned, his eyes looking over her poor ankles as if he expects them the be shattered and bruised. “That building is nine floors high...”

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Whereas the other disposition’s was saccharine, scent muted due to tempering, Albert’s was hardly of such a persuasion. Albert, no matter the suppression tactics, could not disguise his inclinations as an omega. To all who laid eyes upon him, to all who inhaled his floral aroma, they knew terribly well what he was. His fragrance was formidable, sweet and prevalent, perhaps it was why he’d adopted such a defensive disposition, hardly wishing to give the impression that just because it was obvious what he was meant that he was receptive to attempts of pursuit.

❝ You’re really going to make me talk about this in an open space? Fine. I’ll give the general knowledge version. There’s been a revolution in Morrigan. The Princess has gone insane and trapped herself in the palace. Men are ruling Morrigan now, apparently. ❞ Albert folded his arms across his chest, eyes narrowed as he studied the other. What a lily-livered sort of fellow! Albert could not comprehend being such a docile creature, though bit his tongue in favor of some semblance of politeness. He’d collided with the man after all.

❝ I also don’t care about who’s tracking you down or for what reasons. I’ve got my own things to worry about and capturing every escapee from Morrigan would just be a headache. It’s also not like I blame you for wanting to leave. ❞ Albert could recollect his youth where he was warned not to venture out ‘lest he be enslaved. Technically, his current position within life was one of enslavement, though he much preferred not to reflect upon such a thing. He was to be a winsome figurehead for the nation, a slave to the nation itself rather than one noble. 

❝ Besides, ❞ Albert grinned a bit. ❝ You’re still a citizen, right? I mean, not really since you left, but you were one. I can’t treat the people I’m going to protect badly. ❞ 

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Omega or otherwise, her will was certainly far stronger than his own. At her reprimand, he struggles against his every urge to apologize. She wanted privacy; who was he to deny it, who was he to... 

He shoves away the intrusive thoughts with every ounce of constitution he has and it’s only just enough. He has to remind himself he’s justified in his need to feel safe. He’s allowed to want to feel safe. No one has the right to take that away from him anymore. And if what she says is true, he’s still have the right to feel safe now even if he were to return... 

But is sounds... bittersweet. Not all of the women in his life had been cruel. If men were treating women as badly as women had treated men... what’s the difference? Kusakabe would never wish how he’d been forced to live onto any other human being, regardless of their sex. 

“I’m sorry.” Even though he’d tried so hard, really, he can’t be expected to hold in apologies for long at all. “I’m just a little... shocked. It’s a lot to take in.” 

Parts of the story certainly make any sense at all. The princess isn’t locked in the castle, she’s right here, speaking with him! But if she’s on the run, it’s a sensical story to use. What he finds most difficult to believe is how she insists she intends to protect him, and other like him. 

“We can go somewhere private, if you still want. Or I can.. leave you alone. This is al news to me, so I don’t really know what to think right now.”

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          Fingers were too stiff to properly play, or so Mikael felt, when the melody strung forth from the guitar seemed nearly synthetic. ‘twas terrible, but he didn’t appear disheartened, in fact, he seemed quite the opposite! The smile ‘pon his lips was cheery as he retracted hand, adjusting the guitar accordingly & resuming his attempt. It hadn’t drawn the attention of many people passing by, but birds seemed to collect in the tree behind the bench where he sat, as if eager to perhaps have a melody to sing along to.

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One might expect an enlarged ego from one such as Kusakabe; from a young age, he’s proven himself skilled in musical endeavors, most notably with guitar in hand. To hear hard notes, echoing through the air in bursts, would have set some so on edge they would chastise the player. Kusakabe has certainly met people who judge as such. But rather than that chastise, Kusakabe listens, eyeing the birds as they gather. The atmosphere here is as warm as the day itself, but in a way more pleasant than he can describe. Elsewhere it feels humid, but here the heat is actually quite nice. 

“When was the last time you had the strings replaced?” He wonders aloud, hoping to seem helpful more than haughty. “Old strings can make tuning a little difficult.”

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                 ❛                don’t    !   ❜  luckily his reflexes were somehow fast enough to grab the other boy’ shirt right on time, digits wrapping around the fabric strongly  &.  tightly. though the creature didn’t seem to move, he was still able to detect onyx locks waving to the grasp of the water current. 

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Already soaked to the bone in water and sweat alike, Hikaru is tired; how long had he been on his own, now? Rihito had been captured and taken away and Hikaru had ran and now he was alone and lost and struggling at every turn not to panic.

Rihito always was better at compartmentalization.

Dragged back by the fabric of his knit sweater, Hikaru chokes on a yelp and panics to scramble away, expecting fully on turning to be met with masks. When he isn’t, he’s conflicted between breaking away anyway and freezing up completely. Black tresses swish in the water and when he sees them himself, Hikaru feels a shiver run through his entire form. He slumps to the ground with a heavy sigh, heels of his hands pressing against his eyes and rubbing. How had he overlooked something so obvious? The glare on the water surface wasn’t even that bad here!

Arms falling to his sides, Hikaru eyes the other carefully. 

“....who are you?”

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Moving to new places is never easy, let alone when doing it on your own at such a young age. But with Kusakabe’s sister living at home through the duration of her college education and with their mother having been single and the main source of income since they were both young, money was tight, and Kusakabe is a responsible enough boy. He’d found a cheap apartment and a decent part time job and convinced his mother he would be fine on his own. He wasn’t planning on attending university himself, after all, and he didn’t want to take up space after he’d graduated high school. 

He could cook and clean and work, so he’s more or less fine - even if he is a bit of a stumbling mess in this new place, the energy here heavy and confusing. Sometimes by the end of the day he’s seen enough confusing things to last him a lifetime, and anytime he calls home and talks about it, his mother quickly changes the topic. 

Still, he’s trying to get by with relative ease. Attempting not to fret, he busies himself locking down the shop for the night, preparing to head home. Headphones on and a cigarette between his lips, he’s hardly paying attention to his surroundings as he turns on his heels and walks face first into a stranger. 

“Ahh, shoot, shoot--- I didn’t catch anything on fire, did I?” As he says this, the cigarette is stamped to the ground, put out, and he removed his headphones. “Long day. Wasn’t looking where I was going, so - sorry. The shop just closed, if you were headed here.”

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❝ Oh, are you watching me now? ❞ The other had entered his containment facility. Fresh meat. Dantalion dropped the the ceiling, his feet having been planted upon it as easily as it would have the ground. He approached the stranger, pushing his face close to his, crimson hues studying him with a great intensity. Then, lips pulled back into a grin as he leaned away.  ❝ I suspect they’ve told you about how dangerous I am? I don’t consider myself very dangerous, you know. ❞ Dantalion waved a hand dismissively, beginning to scale the side of the wall with relative ease till he was back upon the ceiling, soon hanging down in a fashion much akin to a bat’s, in front of the poor stranger’s face once more. ❝ Have you come to ask me questions? Check my temperature? See my powers? If that last one, you can’t. They’ve done something to this room that prohibits the use of my powers. A shame, I know, I was going to make a heart for you out of flames. ❞ 

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“They didn’t tell me much...” Not that they ever do, and nor does he expect them to. He’s never given warnings, never allowed to read SCP files. If he’s so much as seen glancing at a computer screen, he’s shooed out of the room and reprimanded. To their credit, they’ve never placed him in a containment facility with anything especially dangerous. He’s never been in a room with something that spoke to him, before.... to call him wary is putting it lightly. 

He eyes the other for a moment, listening to him speak, watching him scale walls as easily as anyone else might scale stairs. Easier, perhaps. If the room blocks out whatever powers he has, whats the deal with that? Maybe physical skills are something different. Kusakabe really doesn’t have the head for complicated stuff like this, though. 

“I’m just supposed to come see you... so I’ll be visiting you regularly from now on.” Either until something changes (as his father stated, cryptic and vague as always) or until Kusakabe finds a better paying job and finally gets himself out of this nonsensical internship. “They didn’t tell me  what to call you. Do you have a name...?”