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yandere prince! who you forgot could be as terrifying as he was right now.
"open the door [Name].." he whispered from the other side, and you nearly did.
god he was soo sweet right now, so ever lovingly gentle. and you knew. you knew that if you opened the door he would be nothing short of beautiful and sweet and everything you'd ever want him to be.
"i can hear you seeetheart, don't be scared, this isnt my blood anyway."
what a sickening thing to say. his blood or not you wouldn't be able to unsee the choked gurgling from the man your prince decided to partially decapitate.
"[Name], baby..don't fight with me please? I love you so fucking much, I would never hurt you and you know that.."
"I...you promise?"
Hook, line amd sinker.
"Just open the door i'll show you..."
You creaked the wooden board open by a sliver, Anoul immediately pulled you into his arms, uncaring that the blood from his clothes was melded into your chest now.
He didn't waste another second, pulling up your face into his lips and covering you in kisses. Rather bloody ones.
"My prince I–"
"My princess? Come." He cut you off by lifting you up and into the room you were just hiding in.
"[Name], you know you can never leave me, not even in death right?" His face was nose to nose with yours.
You didn't answer. Maybe because you didn't want to believe it, or maybe because you did.
just wanted to say that I love bittersweet so so so much! Your writing is amazing, I’ve re-read it like a million times, I’m so excited for the next chapter!
hello nonnie!! i just wanna say tysm and im super glad you like it it honestly really warms my heart.
its been so long since i've written i miss bittersweet and bakusquad 💔
UM YESS WE CARE!! marking may 31st in my calendar rn
oh goodie! 🥹 🫶🏾 im glad you're liking it so far nonnie, been busy as heck but i really want a chapter every month at the very least!
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note: im late and for that i apologize, next chapter there are no empty promises. not proofread.
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you planned to submit the final piece of your project then head to seros place, this time prepared for two people instead of one, as more likely than not kaminari would be over his house as well.
it was around 8pm the next day when you finally finished. you were glad to be done, but the nerves in your tummy made it hard to celebrate.
"[name], im leaving now! call me if you need anything!" mina shouted already halfway out the door, headed for a party you wanted nothing to do with.
the encounters with bakugo and kirishima were already enough, you need less excitement in your life not more.
you picked up your phone and your bag, glancing in the mirror. god, was this shirt stained? it's not like you were going to the met gala but you at least wanted to be presentable for them.
you weren't as close with the two, sero especially, he wasnt ever mean thats for sure, he saw you cry for fucks sake. just, reserved maybe? closed off in a way you knew came from his personality, not personally.
you ended up changing your entire outfit, bag included. you decided on some shorts and a cropped shirt covered by a clean jacket. you were already running late because your apology was a little more vauge, you wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible.
there was always something about being around the two for so long that turned simple tasks into a wirlwind of things.
your hands shook as you pulled up to their house, you would have parked in their driveway had there been any space but by the looks of it the boys were busy with the 20 other people crowding the place.
bad sign, a party left way to much room for disaster. and that was the last thing you needed today. you didn't plan on staying long but you had a feeling if you turned back now you wouldn't ever come back.
“get yourself together [name]." you spoke aloud, trying to amp yourself up. if you wanted to talk to them, you'd have to find them first. and though every bone in your body was telling you to turn around for the sake of your sanity you began walking towards the entrance leading to the back yard.
In hindsight it was a stupid decision, all you could spot from the farthest corner of the area was even more people either smoking, drinking, making out or violently throwing up on the grass.
no kaminari, no sero.
before you could retreat, either back to your car or a different area (you hadn't decided yet) an arm slung around you.
“hey sweetcheeks, who do you know here?" you gagged, the guy was obviously a drunk and fucking reeked of it. you immediately pushed him off disgusted. you didn't have time for this, i mean seriously where were the hosts to this party anyway?
"ew, get the fuck off me dirtbag.”
"yeah, get the fuck off her dirtbag, who invited you anyways monoma." a voice reiterated from behind you. you whipped around too see denki kaminari, black and blonde hair slicked back and an appropriate sly expression resting on his face.
you stuttered, your confidence plummeting along with your heart. all of a sudden you weren't so eager to see the man in all his 5'8 smoking glory.
the supposed manoma, or dirtbag you should say, was soon escorted away leaving just you and the blonde to stare at each other in the grass.
"hey pretty, knew you'd be eventually, but jeez what took you so long?"
"kaminari, I-"
you hesitated, this wasn't exactly the environment to be chatting so seriously. "can we go up to your room or something? or i guess, sero's room, i uhm have a few things to say to you both."
"things, what kinda things? cause if it's not about you and your undying love for me i’m not sure i wanna hear it babe…”
he was always like this with everyone but with you especially. at one point the attention was nice if only to quell your unrequited feelings for his friend. now it made you squirm under his gaze, heart in irregular palpitations.
nervous to say the least.
he would never know that though, if this was before your little breakdown you would have served him with a clean and amused eyeroll. now you could barely look him in the eyes.
“well uhm..i’m sorry to dissapoint.” this response made the man frown, arms crossed over his chest.
“here how ‘bout we wait in my car, han is out getting more beer.” he didn't wait for a response as he walked back toward the driveway.
he flipped his keys into the air and before you could open it, he was around the corner to let you in, a cheeky smile etched on his face.
the gesture didn't go unnoticed, “o-oh, thank you.” the man only grinned harder before turning towards his side and slotting himself into the driver's seat.
the car smelled mildly of weed and food, which was strangely comforting. If you had to be honest, you missed your friends, even with how awkwardly painful it was to be around them sometimes. you missed the company. and mina was great, she just had a bigger circle than you which more often than not left you alone to your own devices.
this talk you wanted to have was really more for you than them, it was like the final piece too finally getting over it.
and you would do that if sero would just pick a can and meet the two of you here.
“so, how long did you say he would be?”
“oh i actually don't know. could be 5 minutes, could be an hour tops.” this was nothing but the truth from him. he and sero had the exact same tendencies which is why they worked so well together.
If they weren't smoking or kissing each other they were out and about doing god knows what, partying, failing classes, retaking classes. all the kinds of things they could get away with at this age.
right now, denki was just glad he found you before hanta did, he knew about his little crush on you, and while he can't say he didn't understand why, he wanted to know why the brunette was insistent on you so badly.
why you got the emotional affections denki craved and practically had to beg the man for years. from the moment you came into their lives down to the very moment you left, hanta was there to comfort you, as if somehow that would win you over when all you could stare at was bakugos biceps.
denki could recognize that longing look anywhere, it was his favorite expression to wear afterall.
now though, you didn't seem so preoccupied with him, even denki was clueless as to what caused you to turn away from them.
now that you were in the car with him you could see him up close.
“right well…do you think maybe you could call him or something? it’s getting a little late.”
the sun was setting at this point, you were already way past the time you planned to stay though that wasn't exactly your fault.
“you know what, how about we go look for him instead, im sure he cant be too far.”
you checked your phone again. “are you sure that's okay? what about everyone still here…”
the blonde thought for a moment. “your right…just gimmie a sec.” denki the hopped out of the car, rounding the trunk to pull out a comically sized megaphone.
“POLICE YOU FUCKERS, GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HOUSE.” you were surprised at how quickly that got people to move.
he then stepped back in the car, pushing the keys into the ignition and starting up the car.
“woah wait, uhm i drove here you dont have to–”
“no it’s cool, i’ll just take you back here.”
you couldn't get another word out before denki was speeding off and out of the neighborhood.
“right.” you mumbled, but you weren't complaining much. it was nice, the windows rolled down, a beautiful sunset behind you. it really would have made for a peaceful car ride had you not opened your mouth.
“is that a new piercing?” you glanced at his face which had jewelry you remember along with two matching studs in his lips.
the man grinned, “yup, im surprised you noticed. and there's more.”
kaminari lifted his shirt, cruising the wheel with one hand to reveal swirling ink patterns on his abs that curled around to his side.
it suited him, you thought. It was also rather attractive which you would have told him had it been any other timeline.
“wow uhm..they did a great job with it.” your dry response caused another frown on his face, he was clearly fed up with your lack of enthusiasm, which you think prompted the jarring question that came from him next.
“soo, i hear you broke up with your ex?” if you had water to spit out you would've.
“i–my what?” you gawked, eyes bulging out.
kaminari wasn't fazed, as usual the man had surprised you and was either clueless or careless to your reaction.
“a little birdie told me you let go of a bad apple.”
you said nothing. still in shock. “and who was this little birdie exactly..”
“isn't important really, i just wanna know who got you before i did honestly.” he said this while propping his feet up on the dashboard completely unbothered.
“nobody got to me who?–fuck.” bakugo. he haunted you before and haunted you now.
he and kirishima were the only ones you'd spoken to besides mina who knew the truth and you heavily doubted kirishima of all people would go blabbing to anyone about your problems.
and god, why didn't you remember the groupchat! of course as soon as you made it known to them you were kinda okay now the others would know too.
you shouldn't have muted it, now you were scared to look.
kaminari noticing your inner turmoil, tried to mellow your heart. “look, eiji didn't mean any harm when he was asking but i’ll be honest, he was the most worried about you this whole time. i think he just wants to know what…” he looks for a word. “..distanced you for so long.”
the day was just full of surprises, kirishima was the one telling them you had some nasty breakup with a nonexistent ex? god, you felt embarrassed, you’d assumed it was bakugo, again. even in your head you were so obsessed with him and like usual he paid no mind to you.
you really wonder how kirishima did it with him. although it was likely you were the problem not him.
“well, he’s partially right. It was a lot of things honestly. many of which are not his fault, or any of you guys for that matter. i’ll explain if we find sero..when we find sero.”
“sure thing, babe.” was all he said before cranking his music up to a deafening tone.
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when you finally made it to the decided location you were surprised to see the awaited sero there. he was still at the liquor shop, and looked to be hassling with shop employees.
“DUDE, you know i fuckin come here all the time really whats the deal now?” sero didn't even turn around as denki snaked hands around him trying to rile him up.
“and denki seriously you had one job. watch the house, my record player is probably in a trash can by now.”
“don't worry they're all gone, or should be..anyway [names] here!” he announced.
“what?” sero turned around practically throwing the man's arm off of him, longlegs striding towards you unreasonably fast. he immediately scooped your face into his palms, inspecting your face as if it would disappear. “no fuckin way…”
“uhm, can yfou wet go of me now..?” you tried to say between squished cheeks.
sero just stared, nose nearly touching yours. “not sure if i want to princess..”
“OHHKAY, let her breath han..” kaminari said, swooping in on your side and yanking you away from him. “[name] here has a lot to say to us so how about we listen carefully in the car hmm?”
he didn't wait for him to follow, beer cans forgotten as he trailed back to the car, this time opening the backdoors and shoving both you and himself into the backseat.
“dude, how do you have my keys?”
“doesn't matter, [name], since were all here now how about you go ahead and tell us what you want to say.”
“well uhm..i really honestly just want to apologize. for ghosting and for avoiding and for not being such a good friend to you guys. thats it, and i hope you’ll accept my apology.”
the car was silent for a moment before the two said. “done and done.” they looked at each other, giggling at first then full on laughing, which was slightly relieving, at least they weren't mad. though you kinda got those vibes from the reactions.
“jeez [name] i thought you were here to tell us you were leaving for Tanzania and wouldn't come back.” sero chuckled, starting the engine again.
“dude you couldn't even point tanzania out on a map.” kaminari bantered, buckling himself into the seat.
you liked this, you missed this. you're glad you got it back. “not before you could kaminari.”
they both stopped, silent. and for a moment you felt self-conscious before they erupted with the brightest sounds you could imagine.
“[name], i think that's the first time I've seen you smile all night.”
you looked a him, wondering where it had all went wrong.
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MAKEUP DATE — i. sae x reader : late to another date, his guilt changes him .
your boyfriend, sae itoshi, has been late before, that wasn’t new.
many reasons like training, flight delays, interviews were longer than expected. you learned how to wait, learned how to sit through dinners alone, scrolling through your phone until a short message from him popped up.
sae : sorry. next time.
and usually, there was a next time. but tonight didn’t feel like one of those nights. maybe it was because he didn’t message at all, leaving you alone with silence. you stayed longer than you should’ve. long enough for the waiter to glance at you with that look, long enough to feel stupid. so you left without texting him either.
the minutes after that was somewhat of a blur, you don’t know if it was from your tears or your mind was just not thinking at all.
and sae noticed the moment he checked his phone. the time specifically.
he stood in the doorway of his apartment for a while, staring at nothing with his phone still in his hand. he knew he messed up, but he didn’t know what to do.
sae : got held back. sorry.
he stared at it, a little frustrated because that sounded like every other time, like he couldn't keep a promise for once. so he deleted it.
you were already in bed, washed and changed when your phone buzzed. you didn’t check it right away, you already knew it was him.
it buzzed again, and again. eventually, you reached over, squinting at the screen.
sae : im outside
sae : open.
sae : amor, it’s cold.
you quickly sat up, that was new from itoshi.
when you opened the door, he looked off. still put together, still sae. but his eyes gave him away. he seemed tired, maybe more.
“you didn’t text,” you said. not accusing, just stating fact. his gaze flickered, like he didn’t expect you to start with that. he only nodded, acknowledging it yet only staring at you. he didn’t move from where he stood, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in.
you sighed, stepping aside anyway. he walked in quietly, slower than usual.
you didn’t say much, and neither did he. it wasn’t tense exactly. sae wasn’t the type to fill silence, it was usually comforting for him. but tonight, it felt like he was searching for something to say and coming up short.
you sat on the edge of your bed. he stayed standing for a second, then eventually sat beside you.
“you waited?” he asked.
you shrugged. “a bit.”
he looked down, “…how long?”
“long enough.”
that answer didn’t help him. you were too vague, too dismissive. you could tell that he was becoming more bothered. his fingers curled slightly, like he was holding something back. frustration, maybe, but not at you.
“i forgot.”
your head turned slightly. “forgot?”
“about tonight.” he said it flat, no excuses attached.
you didn’t respond right away.
“it slipped,” he added, quieter this time. “i had a meeting, then training—” he stopped. none of it sounded like a good enough reason.
“i didn’t mean to.”
you nodded slowly. “i know that,” and you did, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
he was taking in the way you avoided his gaze, the slight stiffness in your shoulders. something in his chest tightened, he wasn’t used to this version of you. the one that pulled away.
“…are you mad?”
you let out a small breath. “not really.”
“that’s worse.”
you glanced at him, a little surprised. he was already looking at you.
“if you were mad, i could fix it.” his voice was steady, but the frustration was starting to show.
“this isn’t something you fix in one night, sae.”
you weren’t wrong. a few seconds passed before he shifted closer. he didn’t touch you yet. just sat nearer than before, like testing if you’d move away. and you didn’t, so he moved more. his hand reached for yours, slower than usual. you let him take it.
you frowned slightly. “sae—”
“i’m sorry.” he cut you off.
his thumb pressed lightly against your hand, like grounding himself.
“i know i say it a lot,” he continued, gaze fixed on your intertwined hands. “but i don’t think i’ve meant it this much before.”
you stayed quiet as he moved closer again. his shoulder brushed against yours, then he leaned in slightly, resting his forehead against the side of your head.
sae wasn’t like this. not clingy, not physically needy. but right now, he acted like he needed you. you could feel the slight tension in him. the way he exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding his breath all night.
“…don’t get used to it,” he muttered.
you almost laughed. “to what?”
“…this.” he didn’t elaborate, he really didn’t need to. you already knew this wasn’t normal of him.
you softened a little. “you feel guilty.”
“…yeah.” quiet.
you shifted slightly, turning toward him. he lifted his head just enough to look at you.
“you don’t have to overdo it by being clingy,” you said softly.
his expression didn’t change. “i’m not.” he tightened his hold on your hand slightly. “…i just don’t like this.”
“like what?”
“you being distant.” it made something in your chest ease. his honesty, his vulnerability. he earned himself a kiss.
you leaned into him, just slightly. and his reaction was immediate. his free arm wrapped around you without hesitation this time, pulling you closer against him like he’d been waiting for permission.
you felt him relax in the kiss, just a bit. he lets go and rests his chin on your shoulder.
“i won’t forget next time.” he said quietly,
you hummed. “you say that every time.”
“…just trust me.”
he only held you a little tighter. eyes looking at you as if he’s asking for permission to do more.
“you’re cute like this.” you tease,
“yeah whatever.” he sighs, kissing you a little more.
with sae, you really were easy.
it's hard to explain but i often think about how divorced we are from our bodies and how that divide is encouraged by capitalism. if we view our bodies as a separate commodity, it's easier for us to accept that our labor is also separate from us. alienation from the body haunting everything.
and it's a perfect circle for capitalism, isn't it? they make trillions of dollars asking you to lose weight so that you may be a more valuable asset. you need a nose job and lip filler and a bubble butt. you need more time at the gym, more protein, less freedom. you need your hair removed unless you're a different kind of person and then you need to be so hairy. you need a ton of makeup unless you're a certain skin color and then fuck you, we're not matching our foundations to you, buy 2 and mix 'em. those clothes are cringe now, buy a whole new wardrobe. you need 18 kinds of skincare, you need 12 hair products, all must-haves.
"here's the steps i'm never skipping in my morning routine - and how it made me rich. we all have the same 24 hours, right, you should just wake up earlier. click the link in my bio for the pills that made me like this. for the class that taught me how to prioritize myself. for how to be a better you; and by that i of course mean how to be beautiful."
and the way people talk about bodies. holy shit.
and it's tiring, and you are exhausted, and you are insecure because of course you are - how could you not be? nobody looks like you. nobody else has loose skin or bad skin or scars or back pimples or stretch marks or cellulite or a broken nose. the filter literally sorts all of that out, and leaves beauty behind. the things that are yours are erased.
so you buy the $14 mascara because honestly it really is a nice mascara and it lasts for a while and besides, it gives you a little boost of confidence. so you buy the expensive face mask because it is your skin, you deserve like, one nice product. self-care is now a product, isn't it? self-care isn't just meditation, now you need to download this meditation app, and then you'll be okay again.
and it's so fucking hard to find your way back to your body once you've gotten used to the price of it. because, what, you're going to pay 200 dollars a session for a "somatic" therapist? (you don't even really believe in a lot of "somatic therapy." what the fuck are they saying when they say "trauma is kept in your hips". the body keeps the score; but like, you believe the real help for trauma lies in neuroscience. you'll still do the stretch just in case, but come on). and the thing is that you are selling your body - no matter how gentle your work is; your time on this earth is limited, and you are selling hours of that time in order to make a miniscule profit (ha! as if breaking even equals "making profit").
so how do you take care of the thing that is essentially your tool? capitalism recommends you hone it. you certainly don't feel better when you rest; you feel almost self-indulgent. quick-fixes make you feel worse, annoyed with yourself for stopping at a fast food place; calculating how much cheaper it would have been to just buy the stupid ingredients and get over how tired cooking makes you.
you woke up this morning and thought - i need a vacation. but how are you going to take a vacation from your body? it costs money to exist.
big fan of whatever the youth is doing to torment scientology buildings
itoshi sae who's a sucker for your neck.
and no, not in the hot vampire way.
if asked to pick whether to kiss your lips or neck? it's a no brainer for him—he's already diving down to suck the skin 'til he's left a mark for the world to see.
come morning light, sae's already up and dressed for training. you're still passed out on the bed, limbs tangled in a complicated position that makes sae internally wince, that cannot be good for your posture. before leaving the house, he sits on the edge of the bed, wipes the drool on your face and leans down to press his lips on your cheek. his kisses trail down to your jaw before settling on your neck where he suckles lightly on the skin before murmuring, "baby, i'm leaving."
the sensation makes you groan as you feel your sleep interrupted. your hand blindly pushes his face away. sae only grabs your wrist, press a kiss on the inside before meeting your lips again. morning breath be damned.
"baby, i said i'm leaving. morning training." he mutters against your mouth. "then leave." another push to the face. his brows furrow.
"i love you." he whispers and it's met with a hum from you. a few seconds pass and you're already back to snoring off to dreamland.
so sae is left with no other choice. he stoops low, breath hot against the column of your throat and he bites down. hard. that certainly wakes you up. he holds back a grin when you yelp and scramble to sit up.
"i'm leaving. morning training." he repeats for like the thousandth time that morning. his hand snakes its way to the back of your neck, bringing you closer as he peppers kisses on the reddening area. each kiss press against the mark left on the skin. he hums at your complains—talking 'bout he didn't need to ruin your sleep to say goodbye, how he can easily leave a text or a voice mail.
with a final kiss to your neck, he pulls away. "bye, now." and still doesn't rise from the bed.
"bye, sae." you replied, still groggy and rubbing your eye. he looks at you expectantly. you sigh, cupping his face and leaving a fleeting kiss on his lips.
"love you, be safe."
"love you, too. i'll bring you breakfast once i'm done." and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now. he pushes you back down on a lying position, fixes the blanket around you, tucks you in, and kisses your neck (once more, he's insatiable). "back to sleep, now."
with that, he stands up, grabs his bag, and walks out the door.
and when he comes home a few hours later, don't be surprised when you're woken up once again with a kiss and another bite to your neck. his eyes light up at your mad expression. but before you can scold him for it, he's already handing you a cup of coffee and your favorite sandwich from the deli nearby.
the internet has made people feel like their personal opinion on every topic is valuable and important and holds equal weight to everyone else’s but the truth is some spaces aren’t for you and some things you just can’t relate to or understand and that’s okay. learn when to stay quiet instead of inserting yourself into conversations that are actually nothing to do with you
i'll wait where the stars forgot to shine
SILVER
LINING (SMAU)
⋆˚࿔producer!ellie x singer!reader
SYNOPSIS - you accidentally send moan audios to your producer, ellie williams, instead of the actual recordings for your new album, Next Door Over! how will your relationship develop after this insanely embarrassing mishap?
NOTES - hii…..i found this idea in my notes at like 12 AM and thought it would make a good smau, so here we are :)) i’ve actually never made a smau, so pls don’t go too hard on me.
@liifeunwritten 2026
PROLOGUE
#001
#002
#003
#004
#005 (FINALE)
PERMANENT TAGLIST - @notlinearr @seasonsofchaos @pvrnowitch @reeselocaboca @lobotomymutt @meamouraa @wontilly @cherry-kissesxox @m0on1ight1 @korliover @cherrybomber3000 @mars4hellokitty @cutflwr @jigugooglieyes @uniquewombatexpert @nanastypewriter @dulcesthoughts @abstabz (go here to be added!
SERIES TAGLIST - @elliexbuckets @musingsfromtheflowers @zoey-jinxer @splakanysworld @atebyflowers @littlelittlebear @96tidal @elliesconversesx @xoxoryn @cherry-stonem @abby-anderson-wifey (comment to be added!)
for everyone wanting me to write more yandere i hear u! honestly tho i burned myself out writing for yandere stuff and will probably have to slowly get back into it and writing as well.
FAMOUS PROPHETS ft. fushiguro megumi
as an uprising journalist in the sprawling region of Tokyo, you learn quickly that landing interviews with anyone even mildly relevant is extremely difficult—especially when said person is Fushiguro Megumi. good thing you happen to have connections… right?
CONTENTS ؛ smau + written hybrid. journalist reader & band member megumi. rockstar au. they have mixed feelings about each other — not necessarily enemies to lovers, but megumi can come off as a bitch sometimes. lol. yn is an overthinker with impulsive tendencies & commitment issues. megumi has poor emotional regulation. he falls first. they are both idiots im so sorry. in honour of Paparazzi by @s6rine ‘s old blog (rip). tba
STATUS ؛ ongoing && taglist open—reply to this post! (28/50)
INTRODUCTIONS ؛ .--. . -. .. ... • nobara’s 16th
anagpesism discography
TRACK LIST ؛ 🗞️ affirms written content
001. a fashion designer, a rockstar, and a pack of pocky walk into a bar
002. mushiguro fegumi 🗞️
003. welcome to the underground
004. tba!
FAMOUS PROPHETS ft. fushiguro megumi
CHAPTER 001: a fashion designer, a rockstar, and a pack of pocky walk into a bar
yn said fushiguro specifically because he would get the most attention #tbh
catch dat lina ref
would anyone want a cameo in upcoming chapters when I add in their fans orrrrrrrr 👀👀👀👀
they all are. tbh
YES megumi wears eyeliner for shows YES he has piercings…
FP megumi piercing lineup: double lobes, a helix on one ear, eyebrow, he has a lip one but he usually does not have jewelry in it
keeps those little clear things just in case hes feeling edgy one day
also yuuji has some ear piercings
toge has snake bites (this is mostly to parallel his tattoos in canon
megumi fucking hates being famous like youll catch him in balaclavas at the grocery store hes so tired
yuuta is honestly incredibly infantilized by the fans but he ignores it
toge goes on wattpad (specifically that application because ao3 has pen game too good to mock) and reads them aloud to the bandmates
this has lead to him being hit by pillows, remotes, speakers, and once a paint can
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a/n: I got vaccinated today #NOTETANUS #CLEAN so I got to miss school. yay. did u hear about how in ontario starting next year attendance will count for ur final grade OMG I need to skip as much as I can this year