#noobuyuki

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continued // @noobuyuki

looking up at his senpai, mizuta was trying his best here. it wasn’t his fault that he was more than six inches shorter than the man. “ you’ve never seen anyone do this?! it’s popular on the internet —”  it always helped if you were TALLER – now he was just left standing there, a hand pressed flat against the wall behind tsuji. 

“I know what a kabedon is, idiot... but whatever you’re doing, it certainly doesn’t look like a kabedon... HEY-- HEY TOMOYA... COME CHECK THIS OUT AND TAKE A VIDEO OF THIS...”

Now Tsuji was just trying to mock the other playfully; it really was a sight... but it just suited Mizuta to try and be so much bigger than he actually was...

[tsxji]

@noobuyuki

“Hey, Nobu, what’s a meme?”

[tsxji]

kkkkabeeedon

“So... what exactly should that be, idiot?”

Clearly, it was a funny sight having someone so much smaller than Tsuji try a kabedon attack on him. Oh well, at least it was humouring him.

[bibibicicletta]

@noobuyuki

“Hoohoo, Nobu... I see what you did there...” Bending down a little to the first year, he reached over to touch his blond yet dry looking hair -- he surely did that himself by the looks of it, it was patchy and it was almost as if parts of his hair were just... suffering from fissure fracture here and there. It was a painful sight to a senpai, really. “You dyed your hair... it looks cool.” 

Ruffling his hair some as he stood up tall again, he smiled sweetly. “But perhaps you’ll let your senpai help you next time? I’m really good at bleaching my hair myself... I’ll lend you a hand, of course. What do you say?”

[yuutxs]

I due Incomprensi | Yakuza/Mafia!AU

@noobuyuki

Ever since him and his brother were somewhat stationed in Japan to make business with the Japanese Yakuza, he felt as if he had gotten to know all these interesting people! First Arakita-san, then Kuroda-san (whom he still wants to take out on a nice date and treat him to some good Italian food, so he would stop throwing all these food names against his head as if they were an insult!), Tsuji-san as well -- and along with Tsuji, he got a glimpse of his workers, too. 

Prostitutes left and right. Shinkai was not into the kind of thing where people would do sex favours for money. If anything, amore had to be genuine and emotional, full of passion and fire. If someone spread their legs for a quick fuck, it was not the type of Italian love that he carried inside of his body. It was a business for the Yakuza, surely, but he really was not thinking too highly of it. Don’t get him wrong: he respected the women who worked in such a way to make some money, they all had their stories, life and reasons for deciding upon such a hardship... but he would not encourage such behaviour at all. If someone approached him to say that they’d work as a prostitute because they had nowhere else to go, he’d be the first to say, “But, love, you could do so much more. Let me show you how it’s done.” Sex was something magical, it shouldn’t be shared with just anyone, especially not for money.

As he was heading down the street in order to drop some documents at Tsuji’s office, he made his way towards the building and ran into a petite boy, barely a man in his opinion, he had such a frail and almost twinky body... the black-hair suited his face, though, he looked really cute. That’s when Yuuto stood in a manner to block the other’s way to exit the building, leaning against the door-frame as he chuckled. The skimpy clothing, the bruises on his arms and the evident hickeys on his neck, it seemed surreal, but that guy must’ve been one of Tsuji’s, right? A guy...? Now... now, that was wild. 

“Where are we going, bambino? Seems like fate wanted us to meet...” Moving one hand up, his fingertips barely touched his neck to trace along the purple and green discolourations of his soft skin. “Whew... someone was rough... hope you charged them extra for that... pretty boys like you shouldn’t just take it without a proper amount of money, don’t you agree bellino?”

[bibibicicletta]

TekeTeke | Bōsōzoku!AU

@noobuyuki

Nuisance. Nuisance, nuisance, nuisance.

Mizuta kept on gluing on him, asking him about this and that, wanting to know everything, wanting to snoop around in every smallest detail that the lanky leader did; being idolised to such an extent by the blondhead surely was wearing him down, pulling on each and every string of his nerve that was already finding its limits. Disobedient Ishigaki. Snarky Tsuji. Occultist Yamaguchi. All of these things were bothering him ---- and then that brace-face had the nerve to follow him like a lost puppy? 

Stopping in his tracks as he blinked forward, already making out the other’s words inside of his head before he’d even say them. “Uh, Midousuji-kun, why did you stop walking? Weren’t we supposed to go do something really important for the gang? Oh-- is this where we were supposed to be?!?! Is this it?!”, though, honestly, he was zoning him out by now and all he heard was the buzzing chirping of grasshoppers and cicadas inside his head. Bugs. Pests. Small fries. His eye twitched right before he turned around and bent down to the other’s size, headbutting him hard right on the forehead.

“Mi-zu-ta-kun... I wonder and I wonder... each and every time you are talking... when’s your tongue going to fall off. Teke... teke... teke... pon... pon... pon...”

Mimicking the sound of flesh falling to the ground and being dragged, but also giving the small boy a visual of the urban legend of TekeTeke, a youkai that was roaming the streets at night, wanting to steal people’s lower parts, their legs more specifically, because she had lost hers after being run over by a train and all she could do was dragging her torso over the ground with the strength of her hands. 

“Teke... Teke... tekeeeeee...” While he kept on scaring the boy he grabbed Nobuyuki’s tongue and pulled on it, digging his thumb’s fingernail into the soft pink skin. “If you keep talking, the least you’ve got to worry about is making me angry and you’d better look out for TekeTeke-chaaaan, eh? Pupupupu... understood?”

[tsxji]

Show Must Go On | Yakuza!AU

@noobuyuki

Despite being his boss’s favourite, really, he was chewed out for not making enough money as they should’ve, could’ve... going over all the expenses and the revenues, it hadn’t been the girls necessarily who were at fault ---- quite frankly (and surprisingly so!) it was Nobu’s ‘fault’. Surely, that bugger loved to be slacking off, calling himself ‘daddy’s favourite’ and just... enjoying the privilege of, well, kind of being Akihisa’s favourite. If he wasn’t that valuable to him (and so close to his heart), he wouldn’t even let the boy work for him, ‘cause women would always make more cash in that business than men could. But he just... had that appeal, really, something he did not like to admit, but it was something that certainly had Tsuji’s head turning at some point. Perhaps still, who knows, but he was really not in the mood after being in such a predicament with his boss.

As he sat in his office space, it was a better place to discuss things with Mizuta than out on the streets or in the establishment -- or a hotel room, it would give the boy all the wrong ideas why they would meet up. Once Nobuyuki arrived at the office, he wrinkled his nose and offered the boy to sit on a chair across the table with a mere hand gesture, not greeting him at all. 

“Do you know why I called you in tonight, Nobu?”

[hikiniku]

Best Salesman | Office!AU

@noobuyuki

“Yes, you heard me right, sir -- your bargain will be INCREDIBLE, you’ll receive a stunning 20 % discount -- and all you have to do -- and now comes the really impressive part -- is to sign up for another year to our company as your trustworthy supplier. It doesn’t matter if you want a year long delivery of paper, or perhaps you rather want printer ink: anything you wish for, sir, your wish is our command, of course.” 

Leaning back in his office chair, the turquoise-haired boy looked over to his blondhead table mate. Right across him; it was sometimes so annoying sitting in his vicinity ---- each month, it was a crucial battle between them to be the best salesman of the month. Throwing around discounts, but still going by the rules, being the perfect charismatic kiss-ass on the phone, while still not losing their dignity; it was war out here in the sales department of their company. 

To his shock, last month’s best salesman was that rookie, Sugimoto Terufumi; he had no bark, no bite, nothing, he wasn’t even sure how he would be a splendid salesman. He couldn’t lie, he couldn’t fake, he could not go very close to going against the rules, but not quite just yet. If it weren’t for the rules, this department would be similar to the last circle of hell. Nothing compared to crunching numbers like the accountants did.

“Not to mention our exquisite service, of course ---- I, as your personal consultant in this company, will be available to you any way or form you please: give me a call, send me an e-mail, fax me supplies that need restock, I even accept LINE messages ---- yes, we are really up-to-speed, it is -- after all -- the 21st century, and not the Stone Age anymore, isn’t it so? All you have to do, is tell me to agree on another year working together with us. We would be pleased to have you again, sir.”

All the while, he was side-eyeing Mizuta, trying to eavesdrop on his call with his client ---- sometimes, he really just wanted to wait for the perfect timing, the perfect moment to have him do something incredibly stupid and make him look bad in front of their deparment’s boss. Nobuyuki really was not the smartest, but he was popular with his funny ways and whatnot. Curling a strand of hair on his fingers, he tried to multitask by listening to his own client and to his co-worker.