#yamaguchi01

[cptsawamura-blog]

@komorebichii

Aimless ambling has to get him somewhere, assumes Daichi, thus he refuses to stop his exploration of this uncharted city. He observes the other residence of the city, careful to avoid from staring too long or smiling at the inopportune time. In the back of his mind he keeps in mind that he has the option to seek professional help from police officers; however, contacting them will be a difficult task without a phone.

As Daichi navigates through a dense crowd on a crosswalk, he can’t help but remember Tokyo. His team just finished their week long practice and were ready for preliminaries. A rush of regret seeps over him when he realizes he won’t be there, that he isn’t going to be there for the prelims... would they not go?

They have to go, with or without me. Karasuno is going to win.

And fate grants him a grace period; from the corner of his eye he notices a teammate passing him by. His heart skips a beat and his body refuses to continue further; he fears that it may have been a trick of his mind, but turning to face Yamaguchi’s trajectory, he comes to terms that this is reality.

“Yamaguchi!” Daichi cries out, barely able to keep himself in check as he jogs to close the distance to him. He observes his teammate’s appearance, so damn happy to know he isn’t alone in this city, he has his friends. 

“It’s good to see you. Are you okay, Yamaguchi? Are you safe here?”

Even though Daichi has his anxieties, the welfare of team always comes first, no matter where they are.

[iruka-senseitional-blog1]

@komorebichii

He’s running a few minutes late after a delayed bus  — there was no explanation for the reason, but Iruka would bet solid money on fire  — and there’s a light but steady rain out on the streets. One of his students left a suspicious and neon green streak across his clean pants this morning.

It is, in short, a terrible case of the Mondays for Iruka. 

But the day isn’t entirely lost, at least, he thinks, as he steps into the welcoming warmth of a ramen shop. He’s here to meet with Yama for their weekly dinner together; it’s very like what he had with Naruto and yet not all at once, and even though nothing can stop him from worrying about and missing Naruto with a fierce ache, this teenager from another world who asks him approximately a thousand questions about ninja takes the edge off. 

Yama has his back turned to him, and Iruka reflexively tsks. His normal students all know to keep an eye on their vulnerable points, after all, and if Yama really wants to learn things from him...well. A mischievous grin finds its way onto his face; experience is the best teacher. 

Iruka walks behind him on silent feet and then without warning slings a companionable arm around his shoulders  — his hair drips cold water onto him for added effect. “You know, that was way too easy.”

[kishou-san]

@komorebichii

       There were many superhuman individuals in Hive City. It made it easy to forget that plenty of normal human beings who would not have qualified as the main characters in anything had made it into the city too. Even though powers had been purposefully limited, there was still at time a palpable tension between normal and supernormal. Not that Arima would notice anyway, he could barely make out the happenings of the street he himself walked on, let alone acknowledge this blurry outer world with any sort of detail. 

       Myriad, shattered pieces. He crossed three gentleman now, surrounding a tall but thin boy of average complexion and appearance. He did not both to pay attention to the words that arose from the situation. When he looked back in the reflection of a nearby shop window, he saw the boy in the middle be pushed back to the point where he was forced to drop his groceries. Meanwhile the tallest looking of those harassing him, seemed to be hiding something in the pocket of his hoodie. Knowing what he had grasped so far, it was equally likely to be, some kind of secret power or weapon. Arima turned his head away, trifling things were better off not becoming distractions. 

     Then suddenly, he was standing behind the boy with the brown hair, having stepped quick enough to close the distance. He said nothing, but Arima was broad shouldered, and massive looking.  The tallest of the three hoodlums called a few threats out at him, but Arima’s faced remained unfettered. A punch was thrown, but Arima ignored it entirely, as he had gone to reach down for the boy’s grocery bags. A kick was thrown, but Arima was able to ignore that as well, because he had already straightened up.      The largest of the aggressor’s finally drew out what he was hiding, a knife, strange looking made of a material Arima had never seen. Before he could move it in any way forward though, Arima simply opened his umbrella and raised it above his head. That motion alone sending the knife which had been weak in the grip of the agressor’s hand flying. The man did a double take, and then went after his weapon, his underlings following shortly after him. Arima said nothing the entire time, but he was still holding the brown haired boy’s groceries. 

   Communciating with an unknown person, was somehow, far worse than communicating with an unknown enemy. Arima waited for a moment, a man of shining white as he wore his collared shirt with no coat, and of course his hair reflecting the sun’s light, shuffled awkwardly leaning slightly to his right as he tried to think of something to say. “You should take this back,” He said finally, offering the grocery bag back to him. Then, also, the obvious one that did not occur to Arima until now, “Also, are you alright?”

[bethawke-blog]

On the one hand, it’s reassuring to know that the weather in Hive City behaves in a normal way.

On the other, being caught in a rain shower while waiting for a bus isn’t Bethany’s idea of a good day. She’s soaked before she even reaches the stop, and the idea of trying to dry these clothes in her humid living quarters is almost enough to make her want to hit her head against a wall a few times.

She refrains, fortunately for everyone around, and instead reaches the stop where a teenage boy is also waiting.

“Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it?” she says with a chuckle as she busies herself with pushing back the hair plastered to her face.

@komorebichii 

[lbow-blog]

Idiot Hair

@komorebichii

Naki, had spent this morning applying just enough grease that anything short of the full torrent of a hurricane would not be able to disturb his hair. His natural hair color was gray, but he dyed it blonde to match his big bro. Yamori was the one who taught him how to brush it back so stylishly after all. With this and his white suit, Naki was absolutely convinced he cut the smoothest appearance in this whole city. One big bro could be proud of. That was one fact about Naki, here was another one. The man had absolutely no filter at all. 

“Hey, you there, with the face!”

He called out in the middle of the square. A few stopped to look at him, many more did not, as Hive City was crazy enough already and their nerves had already become dull to it. Naki saw the person he intended looked a little confused though, so with all the subtlety and manners of a barn animal, Naki stampeded towards him, stopping just short of poor, young Yamaguchi, who was probably just trying to through his day before Naki arrived. 

“What are you doing, walking around like the cow licked you?”

It was a really indirect and obscure way of referring to it, but he was talking about of course, the few strands of hair at the top of yamaguchi’s head that stood straight up, gravity be damned. 

[aprilsaccompanist-blog]

@komorebichii

He looks at the stranger with a confused look. “E-eh? What is it about those blobs that I should avoid?”