#streetran

[sstrelitzia]

       “ what do you mean you weren’t able to find what i asked? it was a simple task. ” / @streetran

[spectersouled]

"Oh! You're awake! You've been out for so long-!"

they lived- accepting

“Ugh... What the hell happened and how long was I knocked out... fuck, my head hurts-” He couldn’t exactly remember what happened, and honestly he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. All he knew for sure was that this headache was killing him. Was there any blood? He really hoped not, this was already bad enough on its own. All in all, this was going to be one hell of a day.

[cementsharks-blog]

@streetran

It was about a week or so ago when Seiji claimed that Hideki could neither 1) sneak up on him or 2) lift him. Well today was the day he was going to prove his shark homie wrong. It was going to be difficult, sneaking past the rest of the street sharks and any visitors they may have in their base. Fortunately, Hideki had been in the base a myriad of times and knew the places the sharks were likely to be.

Sneaking past the sharks wasn’t a problem but, the problem was finding where Shiseiji was hiding. The guy may be huge but, the base was also huge and Hideki is, well, tiny. After about 20 minutes of sneaking around, the shark was found, probably just coming back from doing whatever it is he does when not being a gang leader.

Slowly, Hideki approached the back of the shark, being mindful of where he stepped and where Seiji was going. When the oportunity presented itself, Hideki wrapped his arms around his back, attempting to lift his buddy up, “ SURPRISE BIT– HOLY HECK DUDE HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH? ”Unfortunately, Hideki was not strong enough to lift Seiji even an inch, let alone hold him comfortably in the air. In the end, Hideki was holding onto the sharks back, leaning back trying ridiculously hard to lift him just an inch.

Seiji had just gotten dressed after a relatively small street scuffle between himself and a few members of a rival gang. He was in his pajamas, a towel hung around his neck and a quick snare beat could be heard from the earbuds that hung over either side of his head.

Feeling arms wrap their way around him, he was alerted, then relaxed as he heard the efforts of Hideki’s voice behind him. “I weigh enough-” He peeled one of Hideki’s hands off of him before turning around to look down at him with a smirk. Lifting him by his waist, Seiji brought him to eye level, grin still holding, his sharp teeth on smug display.

“If you wanted your back thrown out all ya had to do was ask, Hideki.” He gave the other a teasing wink, wiggling his eyebrows.

[cementsharks-blog]

@streetran​ from here

Sat in the university library, Hideki was meant to be studying but, realistically was just messing around with his classmates. But when his phone buzzed and the preview popped up on the lock screen, he just blinked at his phone, not sure what to say.

[text to 🦈 shark boy] lol [text to 🦈 shark boy] im at school so i cant [text to 🦈 shark boy] why dont u get one of ur sharks to do it????

Seji sat slouched on his couch, the gentle buzz of his phone cutting through the bored silence that sat so unnaturally around him. Turning his phone over he responded, a chin resting in his hand.

[TxT 🦎] bro thatd be weird [TxT 🦎] im like their boss and shit [TxT 🦎] but boy what you in school for?  [TxT 🦎] you aint need that shit man

[cementsharks-blog]

call me "BEEP" me if u wanna reach me

25. a flirty text.

[TxT 🦎] Ay hideki

[TxT  🦎] why you stay so cute?

[TxT  🦎] like damn boy

[TxT  🦎] you really got me tryin to chill

[cementsharks-blog]

@streetran

“ Brother you’re actually in luck! ” Hideki almost sang, digging through a reusable bag, which may or may not be stolen, before pulling out a bag of oats, “ ta-dah! oats! the woman who misplaced this bag must’ve had a craving for the stuff, as well as some more dubious items! ”

Shiseiji eyed the bag expectantly, looking over the much shorter man’s shoulder as he pulled the oats out of his bag. “Much love, homie.” He spoke, eyes closed in gratitude as he took the bag. Lifting the bag up to his face, he bit into it, ripping it open in his teeth like a wild animal, before holding his mouth under the hole he had just created, allowing the grain to pour into it.

“Oats.” He spoke through a full mouth.