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Sugimoto Terufumi (Yowamushi Pedal) RP blog - I take no credits for the art, please read the rules, thank you ♡

[sxgimoto]

x | @yorinuki

hearing the sound of someone calling out to him in the dark room, he opened his right eye just enough to peek around. he wasn’t sure just who would be trying to get his attention at this hour … or if anyone actually was at all. maybe he was simply dreaming that he heard those sounds. once hearing the boy begin to rustle out of his futon on the floor, imaizumi knew that it wasn’t a ghost at all. rather, it was sugimoto. 

    “what –” his question was abruptly cut off by the other crawling up onto his bed with him. lifting up the blanket to allow the other to snuggle in easier, his question had answered itself. honestly – if the boy really wanted to share a bed … he could have just asked in the first place. sure, imaizumi would pretend like it was a hassle, but beneath that exterior, he would be happy that the other asked – even if it seemed like he wasn’t. 

pulling the blanket back up, he asked. “did you have a nightmare … ?” as if he could not figure out the reason for the other joining him like this. he knew that he wasn’t the most welcoming of people at all times – but there were certain times where you could push the bill with him & succeed. it was all about finding the right time to get close to him. 

Feeling the other actually lifting the blanket to make room for him was enough to not back off, instead proceeding with his intentions. Exhaling softly when Shunsuke tucked both of them back in and feeling the warmth of both the blanket and the other’s body, he couldn’t help but smile to himself and be so happy that the other would not be able to see it ---- usually, it was all the taller needed to tease him, really.

Though, as soon as his actions were questioned, Terufumi moved his head up and stared at the other in confusion, embarrassed to be treated like a child.

“Nnnnno?!?! I was still awake! The bed just sounded a lot more comfortable than the futon...! Despite the traditional futon being such an important part of any household, as an experienced connoisseur of worldwide bedding, I must say that it’s still healthier for the back posture to have a proper mattress.” Despite the fact that this was the time to be sound asleep, he found himself unstoppable to start a pointless conversation on whether a bed or a futon was better.

Though, as annoying as he may have been, he turned the situation around and clung his arms around the man’s chest and hugged him as tightly as he possibly could. “Extra points for a very cuddly Imaizumi, hehe.” Terufumi didn’t need much to be happy: just the other’s warmth and the scent of both his body and hair made his day already.

[sxgimoto]

Easy on You | Yakuza!AU

x | @kurcda

he’d only appeared at the boy’s door, because arakita told him that he had yet to pay his dues & this was the deadline for their kindness. of course, he willingly took the opportunity to do something for the man that picked him up off the streets, but what he didn’t know about this certain situation was that he was being played right into arakita and imaizumi’s feud. in some sense, he was already just as involved, considering that he’d been told he looked a lot like the wolfish man himself, but unlike imaizumi – he took no offense. 

“i was told otherwise.” he said sharply. if it came between believing the words of someone in his family, or this little college student … well, it was clear who his loyalty & trust truly resided with. “since imaizumi isn’t here to prove your claim, i can’t just walk off.” kuroda’s tone was calm, despite the threats that lay underneath of his words. he wasn’t mad so to speak, he just took his responsibilities rather seriously. 

the way that the tenant acted frightened & worried only made him think even more so that he was being lied to. he stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, a foot kept slightly outwards in order to block the doorframe – he doubted that this boy had the gall to slam the door on him, but he’d seen quite a few surprising things when it came to collecting debts. this wasn’t something that he did very often anymore ( he was more into harsher crimes ), but back when he first followed in arakita’s shadow, he often came along to little tasks like this. kuroda learned a lot about intimidation from the man in that time, but he preferred to use different methods. while arakita was scary in a loud way, he was silent about his anger until it reached the breaking point. he had the self control the other lacked, but also could prove to be a ruthless bastard whenever that side happened to rear it’s ugly head. 

“like i said, i was sent here to get the money.” ignoring the fact that he was pleading that he’d already paid his debts for that month, kuroda stated his reasoning for being there once again. it didn’t seem like this would get anywhere fast, which really started to chew at his nerves. he loved seeing people in fear,  but something about this guy was just so annoying, it didn’t make for a cute sight. it made him wonder just why imaizumi hung around him in his spare time ( while not known to many, he’d heard of this from arakita ). 

The guy really was persistent, wasn’t he? Of course, it was his job and all -- neither could he blame him for not leaving, when he was given orders from above and such -- but it really gave a bitter taste: just what was Imaizumi doing with the money if he didn’t give it to whoever was hoarding it in their organisation?! Was he scamming him? This wasn’t about forgetting to return a book to the library, this was about getting accused that he did not pay the debt to the Yakuza ---- and boy, he witnessed a few times when gunshots were fired in apartments next to his only to find a new neighbour barely two days after the incident. If anything, he really did not want his father or younger brother to find out about his lies by being told that he was killed by some Yakuza. 

Deep breaths, Sugimoto... deep... breaths...

While the other kept a cool and level-head it gave Terufumi the choice to use his brain as well -- while he was flustered and panicky with the loud collector, and even more so flustered by Imaizumi’s emotionless shtick, the white-haired guy was not nearly as intimidating... perhaps he should be, but the way he merely responded with reason, it gave the tenant some time to collect himself, too.

“Nhnn... well... if it’s not too much, I-I could call Imaizumi-san and h-he could confirm on the ph-phone that I already paid my rent to him... if he tells you that I really, really did pay my rent, then there is no reason for you to waste your time standing here a-and you could actually c-collect money that hasn’t been collected yet, right?”

Perhaps it was ballsy for once, but this was not an attempt to dictate what the other should do, it was a peace-offering that he meant no harm and wanted to dissolve this pesky situation for both of them: while the collector had to discuss about this right now, there could’ve been other things taken care of sooner than later. And Sugimoto wouldn’t need to tremble on the spot and feel like fainting, honestly.

“By the past record, y-you should be aware that I never missed paying a rent. I know my duties and responsibilities, maybe other tenants aren’t that serious, but I am an experienced person on that matter, heh... I am n-not here to mooch off.” In the back of his head he was calculating how much money he had in the flat and what he was going to do (if he had enough to pay a second rent for no fair reason, simply to not get killed), and how he would survive without the possibility to spend said money wisely on food, let alone the fact that he had to aid out his family financially. How many hours did he have to work extra to manage this? Would he need another side-job to be able to help out his only family? Gulping hard, he felt knots in his stomach at the thought that he’d be either useless to those who were there when he was a child himself, or ending up with a bullet to his forehead. 

[sxgimoto]

Oblivious | Yakuza!AU

[sxgimoto]

yorinuki‌:

it took an unreasonable amount of time for imaizumi to get the point across that he wanted the boy to move in with him. it seemed that no matter how many hints that he made, sugimoto just wouldn’t understand what he was trying to do. he hated to see him wasting so much money just to stay in such a grimy apartment when he hard a large, spacious & very expensive place that was far too big to only be occupied by one person. certainly, having an excitable presence would liven up the place and make it seem less lonely. he’d gotten the other to bring a good amount of his belongings over to his place, but no matter what – it seemed as if he was trying to delay the process. there was no way that he could be so naïve as to not see what he was implying. 

finally, after a few months ( and a lot more hints ), it seemed that sugimoto finally understood just why he was pushing him to keep so many of his belongings at his house. now, they were able to see each other daily on an informal basis – the first time that imaizumi was seen without a suit on was the first time that he got the other to sleep over. when it came to going out in public, he was pressured to uphold the look of a traditional yakuza member, not to mention that without such a modest outfit he would have tattoos peaking out from beneath his clothing. 

even if he didn’t bring it up, it seemed that the other was beginning to seem a bit less stressed since he moved in. while imaizumi wasn’t trying to shove it in his face that he was making far more money ( in not so fair ways ), he couldn’t stand not being able to care for the other. no matter how sugimoto wanted to contribute to the rent & such, just not to seem like he was mooching off of the yakuza member, he was always refused. he had more money than he knew what to do with, so taking anything from a recovering college drop - out seemed too cruel.

the room became numerous times more silent when the other dozed off, only the soft sounds of the tv played in the background. most found it annoying how much the boy would speak, but with imaizumi he made up for his serious lack of conversation skills. the more that he babbled, the less that the taller had to speak. it worked out rather well for the both of them. peeking down at the other’s resting face, it was new to see him so calm. it was as if the only time that he was truly relaxed & de - stressed was in his sleep. running his hand through the smaller’s hair, it was times like this where he couldn’t stop himself from showing such vulnerable affection. while the boy was awake, he showed his cruel side ( out of habit & fear that he be considered weak ). though, when the other fell asleep, he was quick to be gentle and loving. leaning down to pepper soft kisses all over sugimoto’s soft cheeks, it was when he finally moved to his mouth that the boy began to stir. immediately, imaizumi pulled back with his eyes wide – his expression a mixture of embarrassment & an obvious look that proved he got caught doing something he’d rather not have been.

As much as he had gotten used to the changes of sharing an apartment with no other than a Yakuza man, the question remained: why? Honestly, Sugimoto didn’t consider himself a good room mate (especially since he was hyperaware of how much he was talking at times and how annoyed people had gotten over him for the lack of understanding when he was supposed to shut the hell up), and even more so, he was not exactly a good-looking, cute girl that could’ve tickled the man’s fancy, right? Surely, when they get together to watch movies or just relax, it became a natural thing to lay close to each other, or even having Terufumi’s smaller frame atop the other (just as right now), but the dense boy just didn’t understand the romantic essence behind it and simply thought that perhaps they had been really close friends. 

Undoubtedly, he found the other attractive in a more-than-friendship-y way if he had to be frank ---- but he was not speaking his mind about it, fearing that it could’ve pushed the other over the edge and have him decide that the smaller had to move back into that rat-hole where he previously resided. No thank you! He much rather swallowed any emotions and kept them to himself than urging any kind of faux-pas situation and crossing his line.

What gave him even more reason to keep to himself had been the fact that the two of them were never seen in public together; Imaizumi was super serious about his appearance as a Yakuza (which he respected completely) -- but on the other hand, it really felt staged to be homey and somewhat intimate (in the sense of sharing the same living space and even lying close together like that, he could swear that this was something only couples would do, but he shoved the thought aside quickly), while the taller kept it between the two of them and didn’t let it seep out to anyone else. Terufumi was even too frightened to tell his father and brother about how he was now living with a scary Yakuza, because he did not want to cause mayhem and evil consequences directed towards his only family. As much as he was so close to Shunsuke, he wondered just how true it was that they had been close, and whether or not this had been nothing but a ploy for something bigger. As naive as he was about things, he also did not lack the brains to think about possibilities that could unfold before him.

He hardly noticed the man’s kiss to his face due to only waking up slowly, but steadily -- his eyes eventually glanced up to the other’s rather flustered expression, wondering what may have caused this -- but all in all, it was a rare, pure and pleasant sight on the usual serious-looking Yakuza. “おーはーよぉー” The smaller male sing-songed quietly, despite the fact that it was still the same evening/night, he pushed himself up and mindlessly (out of a fleeting feeling) placing a peck right onto the other’s lips. 

Though right after, he sank down again and placed his heavy head against the other’s collarbones, sighing deeply. “How long was I asleep, how much did I miss of the movie?” He then asked with a weak voice, eyes still closed and still unaware of how he had just kissed the other bluntly (when usually he was way too coy to even consider it, though sooner or later he would have a full-on panic attack about it, rest assured!), half of his mind still in dream-land. 

Eventually, he shivered a little, feeling cold from his nap without a blanket -- though he was not complaining or vocalising it at all. “Don’t tell me the movie’s over...”

[sxgimoto]

Oblivious | Yakuza!AU

@yorinuki

Lately, it hadn’t been as weird for Terufumi to have been not only invited over to Imaizumi’s apartment, but more so urged (he didn’t want to say ‘forced’ but one way or another, it may have been the case) to follow suit. Ever since that whole (rather embarrassing) encounter with his father, things had been completely different -- and surely, Sugimoto was certain that the taller male had solely been trying to act polite in order to keep up that facade of a clean business man in front of the man’s father... though slowly, but surely, Shunsuke insisted that the guy would stay over at his place to the point that he hardly had been at his own, it came to the point that there was no mention of paying the rent whatsoever. 

And eventually, it sank in and the college-student drop-out understood what had been the reasoning ---- though, to be honest about it, this solely sank in once the Yakuza dragged him over back to his run-down apartment and told him to ‘pick the things he wanted to keep and move them into the other’s living space.

It took some time to get accustomed to the changes, to the fact that he no longer was the bane of society but instead slowly starting to become a somebody again. Well... not really a famous somebody, but at least someone who could lift his face in pride again instead of scurrying away in shame. 

The smaller had fallen asleep on the other’s chest as they were situated on a large and comfy couch, watching movies -- but the ex-college student really had a thing for babbling and commenting most scenes with such passion until he became sleepy and dozed off. He even started drooling on the man’s shirt, though once he came back to senses, Sugimoto blinked his eyes open in a drowsy state. “Nhn...” 

[sxgimoto]

"just because imaizumi is easy on you doesn't mean that i will be." (y!)

This really confused him. There he was, standing in the door, trying to defend himself against that white-haired guy (whom he had seen before with the previous collector), who either seemed to be pulling his leg or had been sent here out of a miscommunication.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, b-but I had paid my rent to Imaizumi-san three days ago! I really don’t understand this…” 

Sugimoto was too terrified to even comprehend the point the other was making about getting cookie points from the taller male; truth be told, he hardly saw it himself. Surely, the man would (hesitatingly) mutter ‘I’ll come back in a week.’ whenever he was short on money, but he also thought that it was a thing the Yakuza did in general for their tenants – giving them deadlines that were… quite literally deadlines. You’ll end up dead if you don’t make the cut in time. Perhaps Terufumi was just too naive to even see the ulterior intentions of Shunsuke whenever he shrugged off the man’s inability to pay the rent.

However, this was a shocker to him – to be terrorised by a stranger when he had done everything he was expected to do. What kind of kafka-esque situation was that?!

“I swear, I don’t have the money, because I already paid it! It’s really n-not that difficult, I’m an experienced tenant, I know the rules, a-and I know the deadlines…!” 

[yorinuki-blog]

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@sxgimoto​

banging on the door with his fist, a wave of irritation began to spread over imaizumi when the tenant wouldn’t open the door. normally when this sort of thing were to happen, it meant that they were trying to avoid the punishment for not having enough cash to keep the yakuza off their back. if someone weren’t to be home, they would usually leave an envelope inside of their mail box. though, this man’s mail box was completely empty & he wasn’t answering the door. pausing, he tried to listen for footsteps – any sign that they were home & not answering. in his pocket, he had a master key for all of the apartments ( their boss was smarter than to pay for broken doors at the end of every month ). if this persisted, he would have to enter whether they wanted him to or not. 

this sort of job was incredibly irritating to him, it was like babysitting a bunch of scum bags that couldn’t afford to live anywhere else. a lot of people joked that he was given this job because they found it so humorous that him & arakita looked alike, so why not give them the same job while they were at it? though – thinking more rationally than it all being one running joke, imaizumi assumed it was because he had the advantage of height ( like arakita ) and he had a rather scary looking face ( also like arakita ). in his mind, these were the criteria for being assigned this kind of job. it required intimidation & what better way to do so than a tall, scary face to look down on their tenants. of course, this wasn’t all that they did, it was more like a chore that they had to do at the end of the month – aside from that period of time, he was usually doing something a little more fun than arguing with losers for cash. 

getting sick of waiting, he pulled the key out of his pocket & opened the door himself. stepping into the living room, he didn’t bother to remove his shoes at the door. these apartments were hardly nice as it was – if anything, the floors here were blessed to be stepped on with such expensive soles. looking around, he still hadn’t spotted the tenant. there was no way that they resorted to hiding in a closet or anything, right?

[sxgimoto]

“This is bad, this is bad, this is bad--!” Muttering to himself as he ran down the streets, he checked his wristwatch another time: 9PM!!! The cash collector usually arrived around 9PM... and he was still 5 minutes away from his apartment if he kept on running like a maniac.

Sugimoto really hit a low a long, long time ago. Usually, when this aggressive black-haired guy came to pick up his rent, he made sure to make him feel like vermin. Surely, most of the people who ended up being tenants with the Yakuza hit a low in their lives that was almost impossible to change back into normality. But for Terufumi, it was his own choice.

When he started going to college about a year ago, he was not only one of the best, he also knew exactly that he’d excel at what he was doing. Languages and teaching them to people, it was very fitting for him; someone who rarely shut up and who really couldn’t be stopped to share his knowledge with others. More so, he was always willing to learn more and more and expand his knowledge to the extreme. Things could’ve been so well, if it wasn’t for the worst to happen to their family.

After years, his father had been released from his job because the company wanted to save money on employees and expand on other levels. Even though his father had found a job quickly, it was not paying as well and the hours were inhumane. Sugimoto being the good-hearted boy he always had been, he couldn’t just watch his old man work himself to death in order to provide his two sons the kind of education they wanted. Instead, he took it upon himself to take up another job... and another... and another... helping his family financially as much as he could -- doing as much as he was capable of. Until he had to realise that being a full-time college student and taking up 6 different jobs in order to not pay as much taxes (some jobs he took up without getting registered either, which was considered illegal, for the sake of not paying taxes whatsoever, but nobody had to know!) -- it wouldn’t work. He only had 24 hours a day and only had this much capacity as a single human being.

Therefore, he decided to drop out of college in order to save money instead of buying books and needing to pay tuition ever semester. Which also meant that he had to change apartments... and the only ones that were (more or less) affordable were the ones that had been owned by the Yakuza. Run-down, disgusting apartments, someone like Sugimoto who loved to keep his surroundings clean nearly freaked out, though he was able to make it look rather... homey, within the range of possibilities of course. 

These changes led to more lies. ‘Oh, I just changed locations because the dormitory expanded!’ -- ‘Oh, I studied ahead, I am able to work more hours now, don’t worry!’ -- ‘An experienced college student such as myself knows how to efficiently use his time wisely!!!’ -- each time, he felt as if his tongue was chopped off from the nasty lies that oozed out of his mouth, dripping down like toxic, staining everything below him, like acid making him lose his ground more and more until there’d be a hole to swallow him whole. Until then, he had to juggle the lies and make them appear reasonable, attempting not to make them sound suspicious or contradicting. 

As of now -- he meant to send extra money to his family because Sadatoki had to buy new books and Terufumi was eager to help out as the older brother, of course. Under the condition that his younger brother would not tell their father about this extra cash. The result was, of course, that he couldn’t pay the rent in full, thus going to one of his employers, practically begging on his knees that he’d need advance payment in order to pay his rent. After a good amount of begging, sobbing and bowing repeatedly -- until he felt all dignity fall from his face -- he got the amount he needed and was on his way back to the apartment to not run all too late and hand the money needed to the collector as usually.

Though, once he rushed up the stairs of the complex and arrived at his floor, he noticed that the door to his apartment had been opened. “NNNNHNNN!!!” Running over as fast as he could, despite panting like a walrus already, he walked a good marathon instead of waiting for the next bus or train, hardly eating anything for days, even making rations out of a single instant ramen package in order to get by, he really was out of shape like that. With a little too much force, he basically slammed against the door and moved inside, already seeing the tall figure (who had replaced the more-so aggressive collector, despite their similar looks, this one had a more sinister and sadistic feature to his face, while the previous one simply came off as a complete brute), he bowed deeply to the man, if he bent any more, his face would reach his knees.

“S... Sorry! I’m sorry, I’m late!!! T... Train... malfunction... I ran home...” Lying about the circumstances, he did not want to give the impression that he had to collect money beforehand, not wanting to risk that he’d get into trouble with these kind of people. Reaching the envelope with money forward to the man, he panted heavily to catch his breath, not even looking at the other out of fear and respect, merely wanting him to accept the payment and forgive him for the tardiness. “I’m-- so s-sorry for the inconvenience, sir...! Please, accept the payment!” Being as polite as ever, he felt every single part of his body ache from exhausting himself so much, but he kept in position until the other would accept the envelope; he would deem it rude to just stand up properly again after such a slip-up as to being 15 minutes too late for the regular appointments...

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Get Lost || Bousouzoku!AU

[sxgimoto]

yorinuki‌:

despite the scary expression on his face, internally imaizumi was laughing it up — what a position. a smile cracked on his features, but with the lighting & atmosphere, it looked more menacing than humorous. the way that the boy panicked, squirming around like a bug stuck on it’s back, it was only more hilarious. this boy certainly didn’t look like the type that was able to jump a fence, and right now wasn’t the ideal time for him to start practicing. it wasn’t only his appearance that was dorky, everything about this boy just radiated with it. looking down at the other’s head dangling down, his creepy grin only grew a bit wider & a laugh escaped him. there wasn’t many things that made imaizumi laugh, but when it came to other people being put in bad situations such as this he couldn’t help but get a laugh at someone elses’ expense.

many people commented on the way that he didn’t fit the bill for a gang member — his features were that of a male model, or an athlete favored by women. this was something that arakita seemed to think he forgot & felt the need to remind him each time they saw each other. though, looks were deceiving, his personality was no where near as charming as his looks. he had the rotten personality & sadistic tendencies that showed he fit in better with the scum of the population, rather than the upper class. on the other hand, he didn’t have to worry whether or not this kid was just lying to him again. he claimed to be a college student, which he appeared to be one. there was no way someone like this was an adult with a steady job yet. he still had much more maturing to do — both of them did.

when the smaller began to start crying,  imaizumi felt the irrational urge to pull out his phone & take a picture of the sight … or even. a video of the way he was whimpering and begging, while in such a vulnerable situation. he was surprised that the boy was this scared when he hadn’t even pulled out any sort of weapon. some people were just that weak - willed, or his was just far too insensitive. he wasn’t in any place to decide which was which.

terufumi sugimoto? that name sounded a lot more realistic, at least it was a japanese name rather than chinese. regardless, it wasn’t one that he recognized a threat. “quit your whining.” he said, easily lifting the boy up & placing him down on the ground. “you’re not worth the mess anyways. i’m not looking to kill stupid college kids.” waving his hand, he huffed. “as if i need your fuckin’ money.” imaizumi hadn’t joined a gang to gain anything materialistic. he simply wanted freedom — escaping from his sheltered, silver spoon life was the best choice that he ever made. after stealing a decent amount of his family’s savings, he ditched & went underground. he had enough that he didn’t have to work a day in his life, so long as he didn’t spend his money generously. there was leeway for some things, but overall he tried to keep the majority of it saved.

staring at the boy’s teary - eyed face, now that he was standing on flat ground, he still looked like a deer in headlights. he was rather small & cute — especially that high - pitched tone that he took when he was sobbing & whining. “you do know, people can’t walk you home if you don’t want them to know where you live.” imaizumi said blankly, referring to his earlier statement.  he was fully aware that sugimoto meant that he didn’t want him specifically to know where he lived … — but the teasing didn’t end the moment that he was back on the ground. the taller liked to take any chance that he go to take a jab at others.

While he saw the other’s smile eventually turn into laughter, Sugimoto panicked even more -- what was so laughable?! Was it the fact that he looked like a complete moron upside down, stuck on a fence? Or was the other already planning on how to kill him?! His heart was beating faster and faster which did not help the fact that the blood kept on being pumped quicker to his brain and making him dizzy even more so.

Once he had cooperated with the stranger, the man told him to zip it up, which he did quickly (though, still whimpering behind pressed lips, but meaning to be as quiet as possible about it), he was even put back onto his feet to his own surprise, though the sudden change in posture surely made the world around him turn and twist, almost making him nauseous so he had to stumble backwards and lean against the semi-broken chain-link fence behind him, exhaling shakily. It was visible that he was trembling all over his frail body -- he was nothing compared to his counterpart, he hardly looked like he was exercising, the only thing he ever did was cycling around town -- his arms weren’t toned at all and his shoulders were as small as they could be on a boy. 

The more the other explained, the more it was evident to him -- so he was looking for another gang guy, huh? Sugimoto was quick to sell himself out on that. “A-Are you looking for some opposing gang guy? I’m an e-experienced undercover bait, if I do s-say so myself, hah... I... I could be of help...” If anything, he just wanted to run back home as fast as possible ---- but he doubted that he’d get a chance to with that guy around. So, if it meant to be on the other’s good side, he’d try his hardest to survive. Even if it meant to work for a shady gangster. Perhaps, Terufumi was just way arrogant to see that he had no skill whatsoever to be in any way, shape or form useful to the bousouzoku, really.

Though, it was even more surprising when the taller recalled his statement from earlier, widening his eyes in confusion as he thought about the reason for rubbing it into the man’s nose. Sugimoto was way too naive to read any interest into it ---- he was hyperaware that nobody liked him and that he had to be loud and obnoxious in order to not become invisible next to everyone else. Of course, being both loud and obnoxious usually came with the result of being unpopular, avoided -- hated even -- but that was good enough, as long as he would not step down to become as invisible as he used to be when he was younger. After all, he had to be recognised -- for the sake of impressing his younger brother. A big brother couldn’t be lame and unimpressive... he had to offer some kind of coolness... and if it meant to annoy the hell out of everyone else around him, then so be it.

The corners of his lips twitched as he thought about responding to the man before him, eventually, it just slipped out of his all too honest mouth. “People... don’t usually take interest in knowing me, where I live or walking me home. But that’s okay! I wouldn’t want to be a hassle or a burden to anyone, I’m an experienced guy, I can find any shortcuts home, hah.” Ignoring the fact that -- just now -- he was in the middle of a touchy situation just because he decided to take a short cut home. Either way, he was not getting the point that the other wanted to walk him home ---- if anything, he simply thought it was the man trying to make fun of him and mock him for not having friends of any sorts (which was probably true, too). “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, sir. I’ll b-b-be on my way...!” Moving to walk around the gang member, he hoped that the other wouldn’t suddenly grab his shoulder -- or worse -- follow him home. 

[sxgimoto]

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

It was not like Sugimoto to just approach people like that; as an older brother, he had, no, he felt the responsibility to be a pillar for others and support them any way possible. Despite his younger brother being (according to others) so much more capable than Terufumi, he was attempting to ignore it as much as he could, keeping up his act of being careless and somewhat silly, simply to not have anyone worry.

But the act could only root this deep, and there were times when he wished he could have a pillar in someone else for once. Surely, that someone could’ve been Imaizumi... but he also looked up too much to him as to mention certain things and look... like a weirdo. Instead, he guessed, he’d talk to the man most similar to that situation: Kaburagi. After all, him and Danchiku were a dream-team of some sorts, something like Aoyagi and Teshima... yet one of them was unable to make the cut -- and he felt selfish, so selfish. Perhaps, he would’ve been better off asking Ryuuhou... but what’s done is done. 

“How... how were you and Danchiku dealing with... not riding on the same team...?” 

It was pretty forward while he was sitting there by the man’s futon, thankful enough that nobody else was awake. Or so he hoped. 

“Like, you know... I guess, Danchiku was pretty bummed out, eh? A-And you, of course, too! Surely, it wasn’t a walk in the park... r-right?” 

No, no matter how much he tried to open up about his thoughts and feelings, it was hard to not keep the big-brother-facade up in order to make-believe.

[iihara]

“ SOMEBODY CATCH MY TOAD! ”

as the boy’s frog hopped on by, causing destruction in it’s path, he couldn’t help but jump back. a potion, stationed atop a flame was knocked over rolling & spilling it’s contents across the counter. he had to be kidding !! he was working on that stupid potion for the entire class period now. watching as it spilled all over was inhumanly cruel!! 

                                                                  “h–hey!!!”

reaching out, he caught the slimy creature between two chubby hands. ihara was sure to keep a tight hold, enough so that it couldn’t simply hop out from between his grasp. “you let this thing loose in here?!” he asked – his irritation hardly allowing him to consider that it certainly could have been an accident. 

[sxgimoto]

When he was yelling out for SOMEBODY to catch his toad, he was being SERIOUS about this situation!!! Yet some people just started laughing and screeching instead of being of any help. The Ravenclaw may have been book-smart, really, but street-smart was certainly not his thing. To bring your pet to class was (as far as he knew) against school rules! But the simple fact was that his toad was sneaking into his coat unnoticed. Sugimoto was more reliable than that —- mostly as the ‘spokesman’ of his house in his grade, really. There was a reputation he had to keep —- and he was ruining it just now. 

“GET OUT OF THE WAY OR CATCH IT, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHiiiiijjjjjjaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA–!!!!” 

Making the weirdest kinds of sounds as he rushed after his pet, he was just not quick enough to catch the thing, he already heard the teacher yell out his name with fury; that’s until a Hufflepuff took it upon himself to catch that poor animal. But the face that brunet bore was anything but the face of someone who wanted to be helpful —- it was the face of someone full of anger and disbelief.

“HNNNNnHNnnnnnnnn???” The boy almost snarled at the other, though more so in self-defence and kind of because he was frightened. But – do not fret – his old self was instantly showing again as he raised a finger to the air, trying to be Mr. Know-it-all. “Aha, dearest Hufflepuff student; no way would I bring a pet to class for it’s clearly against the school rules. As an experienced spokesman of the Ravenclaw house, I would not dare to be such a rascal. My lovely Toadzumi just crawled its way into my cape unnoticed – no crime done, no crime done, hahaha…”

Reaching out to grab the other’s hands and snatch his pet from the man, he shot him a glare in a way – not one to indicate that he was hating him for his display, but more so a look of arrogance, feeling the way he was looking at his pet as if it was disgusting – no, no, no, people were wrong! That toad was perfect and he loved it. Though, once he peeked to the side and noticed the mess of the potion that was all over the floor, he grimaced nervously, instantly checking the man’s cauldron; there was still a bit left in it!!! “PHEW,lookit, there is some of it left, that can be used as stock similar to a broth…! I know how to do it, I’ve read it in a book, lemme help you–” Part of him just wanted to show off that he was really good at these kinds of things (only because he studied them long and hard enough, not because he was a natural), but another part just felt bad for the mishap. Moving his pet into a small cup and poking holes into it so it would be able to breathe but not escape, he moved the cup into his cape’s pocket while he flapped the pages of the Hufflepuff’s potion book. “It was page 382, I remember… yes, yes…” 

[sxgimoto]

Heavy-Hearted | Past Life!AU

@saikurisuto (komari)

The performance at the Imaizumi residence was... so-so. Surely, he left an impression -- everyone was cackling and laughing, amused. But to Sugimoto’s dismay, he was (as usually) the joke. 

Something he was unable to cope with was the pressure, the stress; usually, he’d not have a big role, accompanying Kaburagi and Kishigami with their acts. And both were oddly talented, really elegant and such. How was a klutz like him even finding the stage?! Let alone the fact how sour the two had been over the fact that only Terufumi was asked to perform. Quite the shocker for Kaburagi, but even more so an outrage for Kishigami. 

Once he found his way back to the Toudou Hot Springs Inn, he tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting Komari to cross his path. He wouldn’t be able to deal with the man’s judgemental looks and the question of all questions ‘How did it go?’. Certainly a question that would seem kind and caring, but Sugimoto just knew that there would linger something else beneath it. After all, they were Tanuki and Kitsune. And Sugimoto was just a loser.

Moving over the wooden floor, causing it to creak lightly, he just wanted to go to his room and sleep. Preferably forget about tonight entirely.

[sxgimoto]

Jester of Kabuki | Past Life!AU

@yorinuki

To be invited to one of the royal’s house in order to perform for their family festivity was a big task -- and Sugimoto didn’t quite understand why him?! When he looked at Kishigami and Kaburagi, they both were a lot more talented than him. They had nice voices to sing for, they looked elegant on stage when performing, literally, any costume, any kimono, any yukata fit them so perfectly, they looked like flawless gods among humans. Sometimes, it made Terufumi jealous, but he remembered himself that these weren’t emotions that he was supposed to feel. If anything, he should be proud of them (which he was) and support them whole-heartedly (which he did). But usually, he was nothing but the comical relief for the stage, he was a good story teller with his loud organs and more so, he just carried the spirit of Japan with his temper. Aside from being a klutz and being really clumsy, people admired the man for his guts to just stand in front of a bunch of people and make a fool out of himself for the mass’s joy. 

But sometimes... just sometimes, he wished that people looked at him as a talented man, not as the butt of the joke. 

After receiving praise and best wishes from his colleagues at the Toudou residency, he was brought to the Imaizumi residence, Toudou in tow to make sure his make-up was proper for the royal family’s party, and more so, to assist him with all the costumes necessary for that act he had to pull off. Mostly, it was more so story-telling (his forte!), but he also had to dress up as a female character (which was not rare for Kabuki actors, but it was a first timer for him, due to the fact that usually Issa and Komari were assigned to the bigger roles, not him), therefore the man brought a few kimonos fitting for the act that was requested by the family. 

Once they arrived, his nervousness was rising to the point that he felt nauseous. This was his first time alone on the stage! Usually, he had all the confidence in the world knowing that he was not alone -- that his two friends (at least he deemed them so, but surely the tanuki and kitsune rather thought of him as a scolding mother hen) would be rooting for him as much as he was rooting for them. Now, he was all by himself, all on his own. 

Prepped up for his introduction role to summarise the story before his acting would proceed, he stood on the stage, waiting for the huge, red curtain to open up and reveal him to the royal family. As soon as he was faced with their faces, he instantly blinked at their son, Shunsuke. This was not the first time he had seen the man ---- their family would go to the Kabuki frequently, watching their acts and such. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure whom of the family requested for him specifically, but one thing was for sure: each and every time he noticed the man in the crowd, his heart behaved oddly, skipping a beat in excitement, and his voice sure would fail him in a panic mode. 

And that was about to happen now.

His sweaty hands moved shakily to rise the white hand-fan with a red dot in its middle to proudly represent the spirit of Japan, gesturing as he usually would to start the show, he did the signature introduction for any (and I mean, any) Kabuki theatre act.

“Y-YooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!” 

Half-way though, his voice cracked from the stress, feeling his face heat up instantly ---- practically seeing Toudou inside his head dragging his hands down his face in disbelief, calculating the loss they’d make if he failed the act and if he was unable to please the royal family’s wishes ---- but thanks to the heavy make up, none of that was visible on his face, except for the fact that his eyes showed how much of a deer in headlights he was, instantly his eyes scanning over to Imaizumi, instantly wanting to make sure that he was not displeased by the faux-pas.

[sxgimoto]

Brains & Heart | A.I.!AU

@yorinuki

“Could it be--?”

As he monitored his computer and saw the brainwaves go into motion, Sugimoto immediately got up, causing his chair to fall over backwards in his sudden movement. A success? The professor had been working and working for days and nights, months and years, to create artificial intelligence in humanoid form ---- an actual cyborg with the features of an A.I. ---- but his attempts kept failing and failing.

But now -- it was different.

As he opened the upright capsule with a code, he faced the cyborg, waiting for him to open his eyes after gaining consciousness. A miracle!! It was a miracle!! Finally, his colleagues would not look at him as laughing matter and respect him...

“You’re alive, you’re alive!! Do you know, who you are??? Do you know, who I am?! Oh my god, I have to-- I have to start the recording of the brainwaves, I have to!!!” Moving back and forth hectically, frantically almost, he lost his train of thoughts as easily as one of those sterotypical scatterbrained professors.

[sxgimoto]

Akita of the Mountain | Deity!AU

@yorinuki

It was a long, windy and cold road through the forest, leading up to an abandoned, old (almost ancient) shrine near the mountains. Sugimoto was not the most courageous, honestly, but the boy had no other choice.

His family would not even dare to let him take over the business they had -- nothing major, but it was all he had hoped for -- he was unfit, they weren’t impressed with his abilities. Even his younger brother seemed more fit for the job than him, and it really saddened the boy. 

Let alone friends -- did he have any? Most of the time, he spent alone or with his family. And even them, he couldn’t impress. Why couldn’t he be less... ordinary? 

The moment the forest began to clear, his yukata stained from the muddy, murky road that had gotten overgrown with roots and plants, nobody dared to walk up here anymore -- nobody, but a very desperate boy. There were signs of snow appearing, patches of it, indicating that he had been walking up and up further and further, closer to the mountain where the Akita demon was supposed to watch over nature. Neither a dog, nor a wolf, a feral animal, but prideful. People were too scared of this deity -- even more so than of the fox or the raccoon -- but Terufumi had a task at hand.

Once he saw the worn-out red colour of a Tori, he almost jogged, though by now the snow was at least up to his ankles -- he was freezing and shivering, his teeth clattering if they weren’t clenched forcefully, he tried not to fall into the untouched white that might as well be a sign from the Gods of the death of the deity and their mourning over it -- but he had to try it... it was the only way.

As he reached the shrine, he knelt down into the snow immediately, ringing the bell before going into a praying position. The moment he opened his mouth, his breath became visible in the cold, his voice failing him through his shivering.

“Oh, might deity, Akita-sama, Akita-sama... please grant me a wish... mighty deity, Akita-sama, Akita-sama...” Pausing to take in the silence that was merely disturbed by the wind howling around him, he did not dare to look up in fear that the mighty Akita-sama was actually standing there before him -- almost a childish fear. “Please, let me be less ordinary, let me be impressive to those I love and care about. I beg you, Akita-sama, Akita-sama, let me be someone to impress people easily... please...”

[sxgimoto]

Contionem Advocaverunt | Demon!AU

@yorinuki

“I really don’t think this is a smart idea...” The boy whined in his usual annoying voice, as some of his fellow college friends turned to look at him. All of which sitting on the floor in a circle around a oujia board, the only spot missing to make this circle a whole was Terufumi’s. 

“Who care’s, Sugimoto-kun.” -- “Yeah, you’re not the host of this party, you got no rights to make a vote here.” -- “Besides, you always had been a party pooper; remind me to never invite you again...” 

Harsh... but that was the reality he lived in; nobody could stand his know-it-all attitude, when all he meant was to look after his friends properly and not have them end up in any harm. “Only children actually believe in deeeemoooons...” One of the students tried to talk all spooky, holding a candle underneath his face -- of course, it freaked the man out, but he just sat down quietly, placing his hand onto the planchette just as everyone else did. This was bad, this was bad, this was bad----

“Is there any spirits who’d like to talk to u--” -- “No man. Spirits from the underworld, come forward and show yourselves! We welcome you to this realm!”

With the guys speaking, Sugimoto just squeaked “This is really not a good idea!!! Let’s talk to a nice spirit instead... m-maybe someone famous... okay...?”, but being completely ignored by the bunch after his mom-lectures. 

Nothing. It was dead silent... almost too silent... “Huh, are you cowards?!?! Show your-fucking-selves already!!!!!” -- “STOP THAT.” Terufumi interrupted, while he felt the planchette move underneath his fingers. “Someone is moving it, w-who is moving it?!?!” The scaredy-cat asked, frantically looking left and right to see if anyone was moving a muscle, to no avail. The boys were impressed, but not scared: what the heck was wrong with them?!?! 

“Woah, it just spelled out ‘Kill’. You wanna kill us? Show us your power--” -- “DON’T PROVOKE IT!!!” Sugimoto really didn’t care if the others were to laugh at him, but the last thing he wanted was to be killed by Satan.

That’s when everything just took a down-turn.

Footsteps in the rooms above them, Terufumi looked up to the ceiling, frightened to death. “Is your family there?” He asked the host, only to have him shake his head -- he would probably pee himself if he was not trying his best to not look like a tool. Silence. That was even more unnerving than the creaking wooden floor from above.

Without a warning however, the coffee table next to the boys was knocked over up-side-down with all the drinks and cups scattered all over the ground.

“AAAAAAAAAH-- NO! NOOOO--!!! FORGET THIS!!!!” 

Sugimoto exclaimed as he let go of the planchette -- a really foolish thing -- stumbling backwards as he quickly grabbed his jacket and slipped into his shoes before leaving the house; little did he know that you’d never, ever, leave the circle of a ouija board session without saying goodbye to whatever one has summoned.

Panting like crazy, the boy ran as fast as he could back to his dormitory, back into his room; it was not a long distance, but it sure felt like eternity, scared that someone (or something) was on his heels to kill him. Once he arrived, shaky hands trying their best to unlock his apartment’s door, moving in and pressing the door close with his back as he leaned against it, making sure to lock the door twice; he was so terrified that he just crouched next to his door, pressing an ear against it, thinking that if someone followed him, he’d hear them -- though not contemplating too much about the possibility of something already being inside. 

[sakamichis]

komari wtf part 2

[moved-to-samamushi-blog]

HGHGFHFDK I MADE THIS LIKE TWO YEARS AGO 

so here it is in memory of the sickest burn on the show

[frogpedal]

💗 ♣️  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE BOY ♣️💗