#masaokatomomi

[kuriakane-blog]

@masaoka-tomomi

“You worry too much, Masaoka-san. I’m fine, honestly. Heh, if I didn’t have my own father, I would honestly call you just that. Perhaps a surrogate father... it does get pretty lonely, living by myself.” She could certainly see where Ginoza got his ‘mother-henning’ personality from. 

[splendor-mortalis]

@masaoka-tomomi

You reblog so much cute family photos it has me want to tease you

“A father and a son’s relationship is impeccable.. when both parties give an arm for them” a crippled family is true dedication

[faithnjustice-blog]

@masaoka-tomomi:

Masaoka folded his right arm over the back of his chair, craning his head back toward the doorway of his living quarters. “Today?” He set his glass down upon an end table. Despite his confusion, he seems amicable enough toward this unannounced visit. “What makes this day different than any other?”

                             “ --- Well, it is Valentine’s Day... ” She trailed off. Masaoka’s response was not quite what she expected, and it clearly took some of the wind out of her sails. Although Valentine’s Day was hardly celebrated anymore, it was something of a valued family tradition between herself and her grandmother. She had thought that perhaps Mister Masaoka would celebrate it, or had celebrated it at one point, even if the younger generation no longer paid much attention to the holiday. The explanation behind that assumption, she realized, would probably just sound rude. With the hand that wasn’t occupied with the box of chocolates held before her, she reached up to give the back of her neck a nervous rub. Bouncing back to her usual, chipper self after a slight bump in the road took her no time at all.                               “ I guess the reason’s not as important as the result. I brought chocolates! Would you like some? ”

[latentson-blog]

That feel when your father probably ships you with the new girl.

[permablue]

@masaoka-tomomi

     ... Akane sets a box of chocolates on the gravestone. A little matte brown box of chocolates, decorated with a lovely white ribbon. “Please accept my obligation chocolates, Masaoka-san. Happy Valentines day.

     Ginoza-san is doing well; he’s still nagging at me from time to time, but I don’t mind it, at this point. It feels nostalgic. Yayoi-san & Shion-san have both urged me to call them by first name--actually, it was just Shion-san. I slip from time-to-time, but she’s very forgiving. They’re doing well.

     That one--he’s still gone. There aren’t any traces of him at all. I made something for him, too--it’s a bit silly. At least, even though you’re gone, I can still give you something here.

     I’m doing fine. Inspector’s--Ah, detective work, I mean, seems to be perfect for me. Thank you for doing your best, Masaoka-shikkokan.”

[permablue]

@masaoka-tomomi has his own fair share of troubles.

     “... To the liquor store? Masaoka-san ...”

     Her tone of voice was enough to make anyone feel as if they were being scolded harshly (akane is always gentle in her words, though)--she held her arms together in apprehensiveness. “That being said, I’ve always wondered how alcohol would suddenly appear in the Enforcer’s Quarters. I doubt Ginoza-san has anything to do with it. Are you bothering the other division’s Inspectors, Masaoka-san!?”

     She looked at him in the eye and let out a long, drawn out sigh. “It can’t be helped, right?”

[in-all-shades-of-blue-blog]

Missing In Action | May 4th, 2106

He’d finished up his shift about a quarter after ten in the evening. Kōgami had taken the car with him when he’d left work earlier that day, the plan being that he’d bring it back when Nobuchika’s shift ended, and drive them both home. He’d been alone in the office------everyone else on duty had clocked out for the night by the time he was done. He’d closed down his workstation, and waited for Kōgami to call and tell him he’d arrived------except that call hadn’t come. Fifteen minutes past the time Kōgami had been due to show up, he hadn’t thought much of his absence. Kōgami was timely, yes, but not that timely. It wouldn’t have been unusual for him to run a few minutes late. Twenty minutes past the time the other man had been scheduled to arrive, he’d assumed there must’ve been some sort’ve hold up. Traffic, maybe, although congestion was rare in the present day and age, and accidents rarer still. So, he’d called again------and again, with no response from Kōgami.

After that, he’d started to worry. He’d tried to brush it off, of course, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe something had happened to Kōgami. An emergency with his mother, or one of the dogs------or hell, anything really. But, no------it wasn’t like Kōgami to not return his calls, or to neglect to reach out to him to let him know what was going on. Not a half an hour past the time he’d been supposed arrive, anyway. Not knowing what else to do, he’d hailed a taxi, and returned to the house to look for Kōgami, or some indication as to where he might’ve gone, there. The dogs had been the only ones to greet him, and judging by how glad they’d been to see him, he doubted Kōgami had been there any time recently. What was more, he’d taken the car------that, or he’d never made it home to begin with.

By then, he hadn’t known what to think. He was worried, panicking, and getting angry, too. Kōgami had the car------had he gone out somewhere, and failed to tell him on purpose? It didn’t seem likely that he’d forgotten. If that were the case, he would’ve returned his calls. Had he meant to leave him stranded, then? But Kōgami had never done anything like that before------and he wouldn’t have, would he? If he hadn’t, though, that meant something had happened to him------was Kōgami all right? It didn’t take him long to lose track of how many times he’d called. He’d called Kōgami’s mother too, for all the good it had done him. She’d been equally clueless as to her son’s whereabouts, and just as concerned for his well-being.

He needed answers------and he needed air. He couldn’t just sit around the house and wait for Kōgami to turn up. He’d couldn’t breathe there. By the time he’d caught another cab and returned to work, it was well past eleven. He didn’t really know what he was doing, going back there. But he had to do something. The lights lining the hallways were dimmed. Inspectors and Enforcers alike, most everyone had retired for the evening. He was headed towards the workroom. He wasn’t really sure what he was looking for, or what he hoped to find. Mostly, he just didn’t know what else to do with himself, and he clung to the fast fading possibility, that just maybe, he’d missed something that would explain all of this away. He was grasping at straws, and even those were slipping through his fingers like sand.

He rounded a corner, and------hell, there was the last person he wanted to see, standing at the end of the hall. Just setting eyes on Masaoka set his mind on fire with new possibilities. Possibilities that only made things that much worse. If Kōgami had run off somewhere------somewhere he didn’t want Nobuchika to know about------there was a good chance he’d told Masaoka about it. The thought stuck to him like a knife in his back, and it hurt. It hurt like hell. He clenched his teeth, green eyes narrowing to slits, stinging as his voice rang out.

“Hey! Where’s Kōgami?!” His words were accusatory, but he was well past caring. He couldn’t help but feel like he should’ve been able to deduce where Kōgami had gone, assuming that his absence was a voluntary one. He didn’t know which was worse------the fact that he couldn’t manage to formulate a reasonable idea of where Kōgami had disappeared to, or the fact that his mind kept conjuring up totally irrational ones. Most of them didn’t make any sense------more than anything, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that Kōgami had run off somewhere without telling him. That he might’ve told other people, like Masaoka, where he was going. That he didn’t care enough to answer his calls------that everything was falling apart, and worst of all, that Kōgami might’ve been in trouble. Right now, of course, he had no way of knowing anything for sure. And he already hated himself for not being able to give Kōgami the benefit of the doubt.

If something had happened to Kōgami------if he was hurt------hell, he couldn’t even bring himself to think about that. He was shaking a little, sweating, thin fingers pushing up his glasses where perspiration had made them slip down his nose. He wouldn’t assume the worst------he shouldn’t. But he couldn’t just perish the thought, either. Not when he couldn’t disprove it. There were so many ways things could’ve gone wrong, and they all ate away at him, gaining ground with every passing second he didn’t know where Kōgami was. Of course, flagging down Masaoka hadn’t made him feel any better. In a way, he already wished he hadn’t done it. But the likelihood that the other man might’ve known something was just too great to ignore. He had to make sure.

His pulse throbbed, rising up in his throat to choke him as a flurry of syllables spilled from his lips in a poorly formulated tangle, piling on top of each other as he approached. “He said he’d be here------he was supposed to pick me up, but I------I can’t find him.” His voice faltered, cracked with rising panic, and broken apart by shallow breaths. Fuck------he sounded so pathetic. He stopped short of Masaoka, rooted in place with a few feet still separating him from the other man, struggling to keep what he was feeling from pouring out. He must’ve looked like a fool, and of all the people he didn’t want to fall to pieces in front of------that he wouldn’t fall to pieces in front of, if it killed him------he turned his head abruptly, jaw clenching, eyes tearing away from the other man.

Just------get it together, for fuck’s sake. You’re being stupid------you don’t know anything yet. He stiffened, taking a deep breath. But it didn’t do much for him. He was hot all over, limbs quivering in their sockets, blood pounding in his skull. “Did he------say anything? To you, I mean?” He spoke through gritted teeth, swallowing hard, pools of green returning to Masaoka, slender fingers balled tightly against his palms.

[clearlyunclouded-blog]

     She stood outside the door silently for a long time before she found the nerve to actually knock on it. It was silly to be nervous. Even though she couldn’t claim to know Masaoka-san very well, he had been kind to her from the start; there was nothing to be nervous about. Absolutely nothing.

Except that it was weird, maybe, to bring a gift for someone she worked with that she didn’t know all that well. But she had bought it with him in mind, and it would be a terrible waste to fail on the follow-through. So she squared her shoulders, shifted her purse, and knocked on the door with more vigor than she actually felt.

“Masaoka-san?”