#fukuinchou

[piiovosita]

@fukuinchou

“Yo, Kyoya.”

Damp with the sweat of his exertion, Yamamoto stood nearest the chain link fence that separated the baseball field from the stands, currently unoccupied aside from his lazily strewn duffel bag he neglected to leave in the locker room. His partner had since left him for home by at least a half an hour or so, giving the younger man a chance to jog around the bases a few dozen times and collect the balls into a plastic bucket before it became too dark to see them.

This wasn’t the first time he’d felt stern eyes watching him from afar, though it wasn’t often Hibari made the active decision to approach him. Ever the guardian of their school, violently observant, occasionally napping -- and, of course, an extension of the Vongola family regardless of his claims otherwise. “Sorry, was I making too much noise? I didn’t mean to wake you up, you know. Forgive me?”

[queenharumiura]

食い殺す| |Memes| | 💞 - in that, 'you're a weird, opinionated girl who yells at me a lot and I think that's kind of cool in an irritating way' sort of attraction.

Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them.

AHAHAHAHAHAA, thank you for the explanation there. XD 

If I had to choose to give one back:

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💓 Is intimidated by them: but wants to be friends with them. I mean, befriend Hibari and then play with Hibird and not worry about dying. 

💞: Feels attracted to them: in the, ‘his face is pleasing to look at but his violent tendencies are as attractive as a pearl before a swine’ kinda deal. Also the, ‘so... if Haru is ever being attacked, just tell Hibari-san they defiled Namimori and she’ll be safe right???’ //bad Haru, NO

[queenharumiura]

食い殺す| |Memes| |Merely glances in her general direction, slowly, ever so slowly, while exuding less than desirable intent.

[this is me hoping this is the ‘make my muse shut up meme or idk’]

Haru stared and blinked at the prefect before her with curiosity. “Hahi?” Head tilted to the side unsure of what was going on just now. 

Why was it that this guy didn’t speak to let his wishes be known? Was he like a cat that merely communicated through body language? Well, Haru didn’t understand Hibari’s body language. 

“Does Hibari-san need something from Haru?” She asked cautiously as she took two steps away from the prefect. Somehow she felt that he had some dangerous aura about him and her senses were telling her to run. 

‘So dangerous-desu. If Haru runs will he give chase like a dog after a squirrel?’

[laverita-inmenzogna-blog]

食い殺す| |Whisks out a tonfa and gestures toward a random rooftop, and again, more insistently - it's like he's trying to communicate without outright violence or something.

🔱—“It’s almost. as though… he is trying to communicate with me….”

   It was a facetious thought, and better left unmentioned and uncompleted, else the prodigious Cloud Guardian would intuit Mukuro’s teasing, and the thin, ephemeral attempt at civility would be discarded without a second effort. No, it was better to host a completely open mind, and investigate this phenomenon with a gracious demeanor. 

    ❝I’ll accept the invitation. You know I wouldn’t refuse to see you, again, kufufu.❞

  With an amiable incline to his head, and a multifaceted admission, the agile illusionist advanced to the indicated rooftop. Grounds for a confrontation? More than likely, he surmised. He could not envision a circumstance where these variables presented themselves without culminating to some expression of violence. Regardless, curiosity and familiarity were motivators enough to see the commitment made. The unhindered view of the limitless sky above made for a nice touch to the unreadable ambiance.

                                      ❝Something on your mind, Hibari Kyouya-kun?❞

[sessei]

食い殺す| | A graceful pitch, a flash of steel glinting against the ambient light - that signature tonfa was chucked with every intent to kill, or at least wound the elder. He aimed for the head, as though that was the best course of action to take toward oneself.

The flare of murderous intent alerted Hibari immediately. It was concentrated to his left, and on instinct, he yanked his tonfa out and raised his arm, deflecting the incoming metal just in time.

“Hm?” A tonfa? It resembled his own, actually... Another hole in the space-time continuum? 

Hibari lowered his arm and yawned, completely with an air of ease in the midst of danger. 

“Are you bored, little one?”

[cielo-ambito]

食い殺す| | "The west roof is not a sanctuary for you and your herd. I'll bite you to death if you keep coming up here and disturbing the peace." Like getting greeted by a death threat was always a calming experience.

🐟—❝Ｉ ｃｏｎｓｉｄｅｒ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｐｒｅｃｉｏｕｓ ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ.

     The restless currents of his thoughts were at once, frozen and forgotten at the approach of the sable-haired boy. A prickling down Tsuna’s spine was always the cursory warning when the resentful Cloud Guardian arrived; a warning, perhaps, that the mortal coil binding him to the living world was under swift threat of being drastically shortened. But at the moment, he was more grateful for even dangerous company than he was dismayed at the familiar, and relatively-terrifying form it took. A quick glance was hazarded over his shoulder, and the appropriate, strained breath of surprise reciprocated acknowledgement of Hibari Kyouya’s presence.    

       ❝E-eh? But it’s only me.❞

    True and rare, the amber-eyed youth was trespassing this time, alone. He gave a slightly desperate gesture to either side of him, to indicate the brief solitude he’d claimed atop the roof this time - as though he might be spared the Fukuinchou’s wrath if the offense was limited to one participant.

      ❝Not that I’m arguing, either, but…

                            You don’t want us in the classrooms, the cafeteria, the lawn, or even the baseball field. You find us in town, at my house, the fairgrounds…

                             …it’s like we’d have to leave the earth just to have a conversation.❞

              He wilted slightly, with each memory tied to each confrontation.

                   Wait, that had been pretty much an argument after all, hadn’t it?

Ａｎｄ Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｎｏｗ, ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｆｏｒ ｍｅ.

                                                      Tｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｒｅｓｏｌｖｅ.❞—🔥

[queenharumiura]

コウマン MEMES| |"He's only slightly dead."

Slightly he says...the brunette stared at the bod- person... that’s right... person on the ground and cringed. Looking at the prefect dubiously and back at the... did they stop breathing...? No, false alarm. It’s not a corpse yet. Hopefully for a long while.

“Haru... is unsure of how one can be ‘slightly’ dead. You are either alive or dead, correct?” She questioned with a confused head tilt.

‘No Haru, for Hibari-san death probably just means how beat up they are. Other than that, Hibari-san thinks death comes in settings. Slightly, a lot, and toasted.’ Haru shook these wary thoughts out of her head. She was going to have to call 119 for this fella. 

That is, if he hadn’t already done so by calling for his disciplinary team and having them ‘clean up’ the mess. No, Haru had never forgotten that time Hibari jumped into Tsuna’s room and offered to rid of a dead body who really wasn’t even dead. 

Cautious, “Can Haru asked what this person did to deserve this... slightly dead state?” She asked, making sure one more time she saw breathing before looking back at Hibari.