fluff time: mob used to draw for reigen a lot. he'd bring all of his drawings or just draw in between the clients. reigen still has them in a safe box under his bed
MOB AS A TEN-YEAR-OLD KID RUNNING OVER TO SHISHOU’S OFFICE, HOLDING HIS ART HE MADE IN CLASS. I’m totally sure it’d happen after three or four months of knowing each other, since children bond so quickly with people and Reigen really starting to warm up to him. And it’s random, it totally wasn’t expected, but at one moment Reigen’s staring blearily at his computer screen, the ache setting in at the back of his eyes, and then he hears a little slide of paper. He looks over to see Mob’s eyes peek over the desk, black hair drooping over his eyebrows, and his little hand touching a little sheet of paper with scribbles on it. Reigen picks it up and squints at it; it has lots of swirls, lots of greens and oranges and pinks, and a little form that, after a few moments of deliberation, looks like a person in a grey suit with a pink tie and a crooked smile with thick black crayon. He looks to Mob for answers.
“For you,” Mob says. “We drew it in class.”
And it clicks for Reigen–the person in the grey suit is him–and a little something gets warm in his chest. It’s not big, it’s not explosive, but it’s a little flame, and Reigen knows this is the beginning of the end of his “heartless” facade.
It happens infrequently, but he gets them. There’s no expected time, but there’s always a hint, right when Mob puts his bag down in Reigen’s office and does this little pause, this thoughtful gnawing at the cheek, and then he’s rustling inside his backpack and pulls out a little sheet. They all variate, some blues, some reds, but often with Reigen and Mob sitting together, still in that crooked smile.
Fucking hell, I’m 99% sure he has them pinned all around his house and office. He pinned them where he has some of the client photos. He keeps others taped to his fridge at home, not because he was particularly planning on it, but it just seemed like a proper thing to do.
I’ll laugh if anyone stops by his office or home, sees the drawings, and goes, “You have kids?”
Queue Reigen taking the longest ass time trying to answer the question, with lots of stutters and coughs in between.
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