#yamaguchi02

[cptsawamura-blog]

@komorebichii

“We’re not out of the woods yet, Yamaguchi. Wherever we are, we have to keep up our appearances.”

Looking at Daichi straight on is challenging when he’s brimming with enthusiasm. He tosses his beloved volleyball to Yamaguchi’s hands prior to giving him an encouraging thumbs up.  

[iruka-senseitional-blog1]

Tonight...hasn’t gone as poorly as he thought it would, much to Iruka’s surprise. He’d expected to put on a brave face, to smile when necessary and go through the night more on muscle memory than actively engaging in it. Instead he’s managed to enjoy himself, and instead of leaving after an obligatory hour he weaves through the crowd, greeting the people he knows from work and around the city.

It’s while he’s on the fringes of a cluster of people that he spots a ruffled skirt. Not entirely unusual, given the occasion, but then Iruka looks up and sees Yama’s face attached to the outfit.

He looks up and down again. Still Yama.

Huh. He hadn’t taken the quiet boy for one to dress ostentatiously, but he’s happy to see it; Yama deserves to be seen more by the world. 

Shaking his head fondly, because he can only imagine the fretting that’s going on inside his young student’s mind, Iruka picks his way deftly through partygoers and intentionally approaches Yama where he can see him this time. He learned the hard way with the ramen shop incident not to scare him, and that was in street clothes. 

“Hey,” Iruka greets him with a friendly grin. “I was wondering if I was going to run into you tonight.”

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[lbow-blog]

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“Yo.”

A man in a white hat, and a whit suit coat wandered into ceasefire. Ironic, since he looked like exactly the wrong type of person you would want to see at a ceasefire, however he fit the persona of someone wandering into a small seedy bar. He looked like somebody who had wandered out of those old mobster movies, his wide smile however, contrasted the rest of his appearance. 

As he finished walking in, he sat down at the bar and took his hat off. Not a single hair was out of place as he did so, and let it rest on the bar counter. Not a single hair was out of place as he did so. Unlike usual though, Naki was thinking. It was not the first time he walked into a bar, however it was the first time he had walked into a human bar rather than a secret ghoul bar. Naki who had lived mostly in the underground world of ghouls, was not used to posing as a human. 

He wanted to try his best though, for the sake of the young man he met, and also his own. If he played his cards right he could probably just spend the evening pleasantly in this joint without even having to pretend to eat any human food. Naki was confident in his luck, at least partly because right now he was dressed like a high roller. So he tapped onto the bar too summon somebody, all smooth like. 

“Hello, I came here to drink things.” Or maybe not so smooth. “Oh! And also to see a friend, is there a yamaguchi that works here?” With Naki’s memory the one he could be asking that too was Yamaguchi himself, but the boy was probably in back instead. In the meantime, Naki whistled. Then like the old cliche, he reached into his back pocket for something that looked like a switch blade, but turned out to be a comb instead, and started to comb through his hair to pass the time.