" Miss Popular "

@tsukumo-tsubasa

PJSK Unit Oc Side Blog <3

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"A writing project? Seriously? I don't even know these guys!"

「 In Kamiyama High, met through a mandatory group writing assignment, 6 kids from different walks of school life eventually grow to befriend each other over their shared love of mystery and crime (In whatever form that takes!) 」

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Fan Unit: CIPHER: Elements of Crime

~ After they solve mysteries around their school together to feed their writing project, they realize it’s awful fun to crack codes together! When Renji steals a case file from his detective father’s office and see the state of the victims, the teens all abruptly realize how important it is to actually solve a mystery…

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"Miss Popular" - CASE FILE

Name: Tsukumo Tsubasa

Age: 16 17

Sex/Gender: That's between them and god (Otokonoko)

Birthday: February 18th

Notable Relationships:

-> Former step sibling of Mafuyu Asahina (Parents got married then divorced)

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< Classmate Interview > "Ah? Tsukumo-san?? She's always been really friendly! And she always helps me with my homework, as expected of our class angel!"

"She's kind of weird, don't get me wrong. She's nice and all.. but she always turns down invites to go out with us, and won't let us come over to her house."

"She's boy crazy! I mean, she's always talking about which guy she likes next! Never seems to actually pursue any of them though.. maybe she moves on quickly??"

"She's a liar."

Yo wassup it's the mod of the dearest Tsubasa.. Momentarily I will be putting him on break (Two weeks) and then I'll bring him back mostly because I've got tests for the next two weeks sobsss..

ON A COOL NOTE, AFTER THAT SCHOOL IS OUT AND I'LL BE VERY FREE FOR LIKE.. WHATEVER!! Plus, I'll be working and tweeking on lore stuff for her since it's sort of all scrambled around in my head right nowww.. ANYWAYS! That's it :3 If I do post on here it'll probably just be reblogs of stuff (If that happens) OKAY BYE BYE :DD

decided to make a quick/small oc relationship chart thing (how he views the others)

#OOC Things #Writing Project #YURI MY DEAR <3

My baby

You can tell this is not canon because he will never feel this much joy in his entire life /j

(Also by the fact he would probably be wearing more layers in the public but I got lazy)

I love my horribly edited text posts anyways

#OOC Things #I need to make more it’s a dire need #I was going to edit prsk sprites for this but gave up so quickly

whoever decided parties should have this wack lighting should be stoned <3

#Offline Posts #actually so sickening

istg if i have to sit through 6 hours of this godforsaken party w/o distraction im going 2 fight some1!!

happy birthday 2 my bff sayuri-channn <3

sayuri-chans birthday party is coming up this friday bwaahh im so excited!! <3

daddy dearest is in a whole different country?? what??

bwah i keep falling asleep w/ my makeup on n ruining the pillows

THOSE SHE CALLS “FRIENDS”: Daisies

Imai Hitomi II 16 Years Old

Voice Claim; Asuka from Evangelion (EN) Song Representing Her; Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

#OOC Things #Number two let’s goooo…

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

*The shorter boy rolled his eyes*

Have fun being a bum? I have to go to work in an hour… fuckin- what do you even do all day? Studying? That would explain why you get such good grades, but that’s… boring. Ew.

*Renjis eyes narrow*

Ne… you haven’t been to a party all week! Because you haven’t been drunk or annoyed! What gives? Is my lack of a social life finally rubbing off on our poor Kamiyama Kami-sama?

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"In fact, I do study all day. Thank you very much." *He said, hands sinking into his pockets.*

"Ah. I've been telling people I've been taking care of a stray kitty, so they've left me alone for now. Plus, it fits my image." *He said, framing his face with his hands. His voice fluctuated as he spoke, not super noticeable but it did happen. From what one could infer, it seemed he usually forced his voice to be higher and softer when out and about, and it'd drop back down when he was at home.*

"Speaking of work, haven't been able to visit your little cafe. Perhaps I'll tail you this time." *He half joked. The thought was appealing though, he did want to see the other in a maid outfit. Not for any odd sorts of reasons, just found the thought to be amusing.*

Mehhhhh…. *He mutters, flopping down onto the couch and clutching a pillow, shoes not even off* I might just skip work, I don’t wanna do shit today.

*He registers the thickly veiled insult*

I AM NOT A CAT! STOP SAYING THAT SHIT!

*Even through his annoyance, he found himself snickering, the vocal fluctuations as hilarious as they are endearing*

You know, I don’t think your voice cracks should be THAT bad, I was a late bloomer and even I didn’t sound like that when I was younger!

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"Kitty kitty Nakamura, meow meow.." *He cooed, slinking over to where the other flopped over, crouching down. He rolled his eyes in response to the second comment.*

"Shove offf.. It's because I change how I sound so much. It's subconscious, it'll calm down after a little." *He said, poking the other's arm insistently as if to punish the other for pointing out the odd things going on with his voice. They were all too soft to really hurt or anything though.*

"If you're skipping though, tell me what you want for dinner." *He said. Usually he'd just end up leaving something in the fridge for Renji to eat when he got back home from his shift.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out, shooting up from off the couch* No way am I eating today! You already feed me way too much, and besides I still need the money, so work it is.

*He sighs, leaving to quickly put on his under-dress clothing of a black sleeveless and boxer shorts before putting his shoes and socks back on*

You can tag along if you REALLY want, but my coworkers will annoy the shit out of you, *he mutters*

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"Coming! Coming!" *He said, shooting up and darting about the house.*

*He switched clothes almost instantly (why was he able to get dressed so fast..) And she was in a turtleneck and a skirt, legging underneath it and high boots.*

*She was actively fixing her hair into her pigtails with curling her lashes, it made her eyes look much bigger. Her glasses were tossed elsewhere, at some point, and before he knew it, The Tsubasa TsukumoTM was standing there in front of him.*

"And I'm ready. And it's whatever, I can take being bothered if it means I get to see you all dressed up." *She grinned.*

*Renji’s heart does that thing, where it flip flops and flutters and plummets all at the same time. On one hand, he couldn’t help but find Tsubasa very pretty, but on the other hand he already sort of missed the masculine side of him. Hm. Renji chooses not to unpack that*

Alright, alright, let’s get moving or I’ll be late.

*Soon, they end up on a train, the back and forth turns of it lulling Renji into a brief nap. That is, until a man sits down next to him. Dark, stringy brown hair, a gaunt face, an old button up and black slacks, eerily skinny limbs, they all make up the face and body of a man that seemed terribly familiar…*

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*Tsubasa was up, and had already taken liberty of putting Renji's head onto her shoulder while he slept. She had been scrolling her phone. When the man plopped down next to them, she glanced up for only a moment. But something felt odd. She didn't know the guy, but she had this god awful feeling about him.*

*She decided to dismiss it, mostly. Besides the fact one arm had (subconsciously, in her own defense) gone around her.. Renji's, waist. Keeping him close to her person, as she continued to scroll aimlessly, not trying to jostle too much and allow the other to nap.*

*The gaunt man speaks*

Hey… pretty girlie, you two wouldn’t happen to go to Kamiyama High School do you…?

*His voice oozed ill intention, his shoulders hunched and smile wide. Slimy, very very slimy. Renji shuffled closer in his seat subconsciously, whining*

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*Her eyes narrowed, and the shuffling closer made her heart clench, for multiple reasons. Her arm tightened in response, absolutely NOT was she letting some gooey slimy looking man anywhere near Renji. Or her, I guess. Wow, it seems her priorities might just be a little skewed, but whatever. The question already set off all sort of warnings in her head, and told herself to tread cautiously.*

"Kamiyama? Ah, no. We live in a different prefecture." *She said with a smile. A polite one. One she had perfected just for people like this guy, one's she would rather not be talking to.*

*The man’s eyes narrow*

Are you quite sure…? You both look so familiar! And you’re quite old enough to know not to lie to your elders…

*They’re also old enough to know not to talk to strangers, and yet here they are.*

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"We are, but I don't believe I'm acquainted well enough with you to tell you where I do or don't attend school." *Her smiled persisted, and so did that passive aggressive attitude. She was the queen when it came to being passive aggressive..*

*The man chuckles*

Ah! What a smart girl… of course, of course. You do not have to tell me anything now, but we will meet again, and when we do you can tell me all about your schooling!

*He tucks a lock of hair behind Renji’s ears, startling the boy awake with a flinch*

Don’t mind me, I’m simply admiring the… beauty… of youth.

*The train stops once again, and the man stands up. He bows slightly, ruffling the hair of a still half-asleep Renji and lightly tapping Tsubasas nose*

This is my stop now, so I will have to be going! I hope you are warmer when I next come…

*He turns around to leave, stopping only one more time. He only leers, staring not at Tsubasas eyes, but lower. Then, he turns away, and as quick as he came, he left.*

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*There was, in fact, a primal rage that surged into Tsubasa's body when the man decided he could touch Renji. The tap on her nose, she hated it sure, but to touch the very guy she (for some reason, out of the good of her heart? Who knows) felt an incredible amount of protectiveness over almost made her lose her mind. If she wasn't herself, and maybe lacked just a little more sleep, she was sure she would've flew forward without thinking and beaten the brakes off the guy.*

*She was cursing under her breath, before fixing Renji's hair with a clear flame of irritation in her eyes. It was her weird way of attempting to overwrite that touch the man had laid on him. If she fixed the very hair they touched, perhaps it wouldn't be stained by the greasy fingers of a man who looked much too old to be acting the way he did.*

*She caught the gaze, those lecherous eyes falling down her person that made a shiver go up her spine. It'd be a lie to say it was the first, but for some reason, it felt knowing. And that's the part that she didn't like.*

"Sorry you woke up." *She muttered under her breath between curses.*

*Renji swallowed, audibly*

Who- who was that? Do you know him or something?

*He frowns* I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere… maybe a commercial? But he kinda looked like a NEET… *Renji continues to mutter to himself until he notices how shaken Tsubasa looks*

Hey, hey, you’re fine. It’s fine.

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"No idea, creepy asshat." *She seethed before taking a breath.*

"Asked about where we went to school, and promised we'd meet again or something along those lines." *She mumbled, her vision that was once so red, seemed to go back to normal at Renji's voice. How crazy was that? That brewing anger was still there but it had gotten pushed down by a soothing wave of calm. That was.. ahem. Weird. Anyways.*

"I thought so too. Can't pinpoint where I've seen him before though." *She muttered and felt a twitch of a smile on her lips.*

"I'm fine. It was creepy sure but uh, I'm not a stranger to creepy guys. I was more angry than distressed." *She said, her hands falling back to her sides, although her arm returned to being locked around the other's waist.*

*Renji nodded, hackles lowering after he assessed the situation safe. His hand went to loop around her waist in reciprocation. “You’re safe too” he wanted to tell her. “You’re protected too”*

So… I can get you free raspberry shit at KiraKira? Everything flavored like that has bomber so it’s basically free *He says, resting his cheek back on her shoulder, hissing at a random passerby changing seats*

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"Oh? Free? I'm flattered." *She joked, finding the soft hissing coming from the smaller both amusing and also.. and the train of thought ends there actually. God, her brain gets all melty and weird when she hangs around him.*

"Sure, but I really don't mind paying. You know your local cookie-chan has daddy's money." *She said. Speaking of her father, he was very much, still absent. She had been checking around, and apparently everything within the house is still being paid for so he was alive. Where he was? That was a mystery in itself. She would probably mind it more, if it weren't for the fact that last week with Renji going from and to her house with her was comparable to bliss, then she would.*

You should be, *he lectures* if I’m allowing you trade secrets that means I care! Everyone else’s cash is going into my pocket. *He turns his nose up like a snooty cat, a slight smirk on his face*

Speaking of, when will that motherfucker come back with the milk and cigarettes? Jesus, MY dad has probably shown up for me more in my life, and he literally disowned me.

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"How very kind of you, doll. I'll make sure to tip you, just for your kindness and all." *She drawled out, her voice dropping down to it's normal pitch for a moment before coming back up, almost seamlessly.*

"No idea, he hasn't picked up any of my calls or messages. But my account still had a steady stream of money and the house is paid for, so I'm honestly living a lot better than most would be." *She shrugged.*

*The lower register made Renji shiver, face glowing in newly acquired warmth*

Huh… so he cares, but he doesn’t care? Where is he, like a business trip? Microphone-chan is decent with tech, she could probably ping him for you.

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“Oh really? I might consider it that then.” *She hummed. She wanted to know where he was, sure. And she was feeling all sorts of things about him up and leaving without even saying a goodbye, having nothing eluding to the fact he would leave.*

*However, she was.. strangely okay. I mean, she wasn’t at first. That house became exceedingly colder than it usually was without the sound of the TV in the living room from her father watching shitty horror flicks. Every shadow suddenly looked like it had grown limbs and had become twisted monsters that were just waiting for her to fall asleep. And then, Renji was there. And replacing that coldness was an overwhelming warmth she wasn’t.. quite sure what do with..*

“..Later though.” *She said, as she felt the subway come to a stop, shuffling following it.*

*Renji just hums* Alright, Princess.

*After a block, they finally make it to his job, the interior of KiraKira as clean as advertised.*

I gotta go get dressed and shit, but feel free to talk to my coworkers. *A shrug, and then he’s gone*

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“Don’t take too long.” *She called as he walked away before walking into the cafe. It was actually, pretty nice looking. Her eyes went around, landing on various of Renji’s coworkers. She went ahead and took a seat at one of the many vacant booths. She twirled a lock of her hair around her fingers, humming softly to herself. She could, sure, approach one of the many coworkers of Renji’s. They looked busy at the moment, so she decided to keep to herself. For now, of course.*

*When he came back, his face was red with embarrassment, the full uniform on in his unique shade of orange-y pink*

There, you’ve seen me cross-dressing. Happy now, you purple-haired prick?!

*Some girl with spiky pink and orange hair chided him while she walked by, carrying some lemon-custard thing*

Don’t be like that, Bakamura!! Treat the guests with respect!

*Renji groans* Being a dickhead is LITERALLY my job! Besides, I know her. It’s fine.

*The pinkette grins* A friend of Renji’s? A FRENJI?! *If there was a person equivalent to the expression of a colon-d emoticon, it would be her* THIS IS GREAT!

*Renji rolls his mismatched eyes*

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*She had to stifle a laugh, as she looked him up and down, her elbow placed on the table and hand propping up her chin.*

“Wasn’t what I was expecting. Color choice is sort of tacky but I can see the appeal.” *She said with her voice purposefully laced in a thick coat of sugar. Oh, she was going to have a field day about this later. But she’s supposed to be the sweet and kind Tsubasa right now, so she would hold back the bubbling giggles in the back of her throat.*

*Her attention turned towards the girl, flashing her the famous perfect girl smile she had practiced to a T before speaking.*

“Pleasure to meet you, Tsukumo Tsubasa.” *She said, nodding her head in a polite manner towards the rather joyful looking girl.*

*Renji growls, covering up the chest window on his front while turning his head away*

I didn’t get to pick it!

*Despite being knee-length, he tugs his skirt lower subconsciously. While he adjusts and readjusts himself to looks as appropriate as one can wearing a kitty-bell choker, the pink haired girl stares at Tsubasa with a pout. Pointing a single, nail-polished index finger at Tsukumo, the girl said*

That smile’s not real! Not at all! Hmph!

*She turns to Renji* The one time it seems like you have a friend, and she’s depressed! WHAT?! This can’t do!

*She turns back to Tsubasa* But don’t worry! I’ll make you smile for REALSIES by the end of your stay! Promise promise! *Her yellow eyes somehow fill with glittery stars. Striking a cute pose, she says*

I’m Minamoto Minaki! It’s a happy day to meet you!

*Renji subtly moves to mumble in Tsubasas ear* Careful cookie-chan, she’s the genki archetype. She’s dumb as shit but she can clock emotions better than anybody else…

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*There was a slight falter in her smile when it was pointed out how fake it was. But she quickly recovered. Hearing Renji’s warning, she nodded slightly.*

“Thanks for the warning, dollie.” *She cooed softly, before speaking again but to the girl.*

“Cute name, I could guess what archetype you must be playing from a mile away.” *She said, with another polite smile. Even if the girl knew it was fake, she wouldn’t just lose the mask. It usually didn’t even slip off that easily.*

*She took a menu, looking over the options before glancing at the squirming Renji. Yeah, she’d definitely be getting a picture with him later.*

“Any suggestions, Nakamura?” *She asked with a cocked eyebrow.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out* As if I’d eat the Kira-trash they sell, it’s all so artificial, bleh!

*clearly he was in character, his insults more Tsundere-cutesy, more moe-gap than cruel*

But, if you really care, *he lowers himself so that way his lips were to her ear* the strawberry cream croissants are decent.

*Seeing that Tsubasa was attended to, Minaki left with a wave and a knowing glance to the heterochromic teen*

Take care of that one, Bakamura! She’s a keeper!

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*A shiver went down her spine, feeling warm air belonging to the blond hit her ear. It’s fanservice, get it together. That’s what she tried to tell her fluttering heart, anyways.*

*Ignoring the fact she was feeling sort of warm now, she put down the menu. She was.. deciding to not acknowledge Minaki’s comment, her about being a keeper or whatever.*

“Sure, strawberry croissant it is then.” *She nodded, placing her hands on her knees.*

*Renji scoffs* You’re just gonna do exactly as I say? You’re so flaccid…

*He puffs out his cheeks, moving his arms in a way to high light the chest window of his uniform* One strawberry cream croissant for the wimpy pervert, coming right up!

*He turns in his heels and struts away, the bells on his uniform jingling slightly*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Again, had to stifle a laugh in response to Renji’s attitude. Sure, he was usually mean, but not this flavor of it. The jingling bells as he walked off really tied it altogether, as she quickly giggled to herself once he was out of sight.*

*It felt weird. Being out in public with Renji. Sure, they’d see each other at school, but it was usually glances. Talking with him there would probably feel stifling for both of them. So she was used to talking to him, interacting with him purely in the privacy of her home. Where she felt like she could act just.. like herself.*

*It was an unfounded worry that people found out about their.. whatever their relationship would be classified as. It had become something of comfort for her, and to have that torn from her.. she wasn’t sure how she would handle being alone again after getting a taste of the quiet joy which was Renji Nakamura.*

*God, why was she getting sentimental? She shook her head and glanced about the cafe. Taking in Renji’s fellow coworkers, along with easing the irrational fear that someone from their school was there. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t. So she relaxed, ever so slightly.*

*Unbenounced to her, Renji was having his own think session as he rung up the order to their cashier, Osamu, to take over to the chefs*

*It was just so… strange, having someone who he cared about, having someone who cares about him. No matter when he was tired, hurt, sick, alone, he always found her by his side, and he couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. Some fear of her leaving, some hope that she’ll stay, some guilt that she could do better*

*He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his emotional fugue-state when he sees the croissant come into views on the food counter. The orders have to be served warm per Kira guildines, and if he stood by the counter any longer it would start to go cold.*

*He struts back, hips swaying as he carries the order on one hand*

Well, well, lunch is ready! Bon appétit, we worked hard on this! Start eating! *His cheeks puff out before he finds himself smirking, entirely excited at his next jab for Tsubasa*

Or… do you need me to feed it to you, since you’re such a big baby?

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“Are you offering?” *She said, head tilting off to the side, finding her own amusement in the other’s jabs.*

“You would know a lot about being a baby, wouldn’t you?” *She retorted back, referring to the other being younger than her. Oh, she’d never not find joy in that fact and would forever hold it over his head. Her jaw went slack her mouth open and eyes shut, waiting to be fed. A spark of embarrassment in the back of her mind but, in the past few months, she’s done plenty of embarrassing things that have kept her up at night. What’s one more?*

*He growls* HEY! Just ‘cause I’m a cusp-grader doesn’t make me a child! Feed your damn self *He shoves a fork full of bread and cream into her mouth, thumb briefly tapping her upper lip*

I’m not offering shit anymore!

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*She licked her lips with a satisfied hum. Sweet, she noted before feeling a grin, one more suited for the Tsubasa who wore plain t-shirts and shorts back at home. It looked almost out of place on the Tsubasa now, the one who wore skirts and had an attitude. Although, it felt right. The way her eyes slightly creased and sparkled with playful joy at the other's huff. She then opened her mouth once again.*

"For someone who isn't offering me anything anymore, you did comply and feed me.” *She pointed out with a soft giggle. She did slide the fork from the other’s hand and feed herself now, though.*

*He rolls his eyes* Mehhhh don’t be pedantic

*He grabs a tasting fork from his pocket, stealing the sugar coated strawberry garnish from her dish and eating it. Strange since he hasn’t been eating much recently*

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*She just watched, amused as the other swiped her order from her. She couldn’t find it in herself to be truly upset. Living with Renji had meant she had become acquainted with his eating habits. So if he swiped her food from her, she felt more glad than anything else he was eating at all.*

“Well, that’s wasn’t very kind. I hope you plan on paying for my order if you’re going to be eating it instead of me.” *The words rolling off her tongue in a playful manner. It was just a prod, she was going to pay for in the end. But she could tease, couldn’t she?*

*He choked on his food* NO WAY! That would come out of my paycheck! This is only a tax for being so cruel to me!

*He can’t help but chuckle though, knowing it was only a tease. He drops his mask for a brief moment*

You know, this job isn’t completely garbage when I know I can come back home to you… *he readjusts his garter belt* it’s sill VERY fucking garbage though.

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*An her heart skip a beat, god that’s been happening a lot. That was strangely soft of the other to say, and without anything leading up to it? It caught her terribly off guard. Although she could agree with the sentiment.*

“I mean, you’re coming home to THE Tsubasa, so I can’t say I blame you for enjoying it.” *She said with a false arrogance, before grabbing a nearby napkin and wiping the other’s mouth.*

“..It’s nice seeing you at my place so often though.” *She mumbled under her breath before clearing her throat.*

“I will be getting that photo with you though. I’ll frame it, make it my family heirloom, even.” *She teased.*

*He chuckles but it sounds fake* You know I’m just in character right? It’s not that deep… *They both knew this was just his shield, the only time he could actually say how he felt and have an excuse*

And don’t even! You’re not nearly the best person in this room, and our cashier Osaku collects body pillows!

*His voice catches on a groan when he hears about the photo* Don’t you fucking dare! They put heart filters on that shit!

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*She rolled her eyes at the first comment, not nearly convinced but she knew how it felt to wear a mask. Even when it was slipping, clambering to keep it back on. So she would excuse it, just as Renji did whenever her’s slipped in a similar manner.*

“Body pillows huh.. I want to ask of who but I have a feeling that maybe I’d rather not know.” *She joked before grinning at the other cringing at the thought of her getting a photo.*

“Even better, it’ll make you look extra cute.” *She said with a laugh.*

*He stuck his tongue out in disgust* BLECK! It’s all Loli-shit, and he’s safe for now but he turns 18 in March, ugh.

*He huffs* Don’t even! I’m not cute! *He looks down at her plate* You done eating yet? My shift ends pretty soon.

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“All done, yeah.” *She said, and she did consider fighting him on the cute thing. Until it hit her, because why would she fight him on that? She was joking. Teasing even, she didn’t actually think the other was cute.*

*…*

*ANYWAYS. That was a weird train of thought she totally wouldn’t be exploring later but pushing that completely to the side.*

“Picture time.” *She said, mimicking a camera with her hands, even making a soft click click noise as if to sell her point.*

*He sighs* I’m not getting out of this one, am I?

*Clearly not, seeing as 5 minutes later he’s shooting a picture perfect snarl at the camera while Tsubasa holds up a peace sign*

You’re a total bitch, you know that?

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“As much as I’d love to agree with you, last time I did, it resulted in a scolding.” *She giggled.*

*After the photo was taken, she practically skipped over to look at it. The product was well.. it was cute, of course. Although she stared at it for a long time with an unreadable expression.*

*The reason being not Renji, who looked ready to punch the nearest person in the photo, but herself. She didn’t look like herself. Her smiled was lopsided, and she looked well. Happy. Legitimately. It was too unfamiliar, not like any of the photos she’d taken before. The one where she looked more like a mannequin if nothing else. She looked too human. Is that how she looked whenever she was with the other? That’s embarrassing.*

“See! We look adorbs!” *She finally said to the other, after snapping out of her daze.*

*He saw the difference too, smiling in that way he did we hen he wasn’t trying to smile, so it just looking like an upside down grin*

You look good, Basa-chan. You look good.

*He smirks* The camera definitely adds 10 pounds though, because that croissant did NOT make you look like a full moon *He’s teasing, of course, but if was his own weird compliment too. To him, people are pretty when they’re full, cause he never ate much.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She made an exaggerated gasping sound, clutching her imaginary pearls at the other’s comment.*

“Never in my 17 years of life has anyone ever said that to me. Go change out your uniform, frames. You’ve momentarily lost your god given privilege to talk to me.” *She said, with a dramatic flair. She had gotten used to falling into this game with the shorter. It was fun, in a way she wouldn’t have predicted before.*

*He fake-sobs* oh NO! Is this true? I really won’t have to deal with your annoying bitch-ass anymore? Why, this deserves an outcry!

*So they squabble and tease until the bill is paid and they leave the building, realizing that they’d have to get back on the subway to get back home.*

So… do we walk or take the chance of talking to Mr Greasy again?

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She physically blue screened at that, she had completely forgotten about the encounter with the creepy man, somehow. She cursed under her breath before sliding her hands into his pockets.*

“It’s going to be a long walk if we do that..” *She mumbled before weighing the pros and cons in her head. There was always a chance they wouldn’t meet him again, but at the same time, the chance wasn’t zero. Just thinking about the guy made her want to sock him dead. But walking back home? In this darkness? Yeah, that’s how you end up on a documentary because you came across some sick weirdo.*

“Unless you want to walk, we should probably take the subway home.” *She said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.*

*He nods, a little trepidation in his step* Aright, let’s do this. *He leaves to change, and when he comes back they head out to the train station, erring on the side of caution*

*They - surprisingly - make it home in one piece, and Renji immediately flips on the couch upon arrival, curling into the fluffy blanket carelessly strewn over the side*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Tsubasa beelined to their room, before return to the curled up Renji in he usually wore around the house. He took out his pigtails but didn’t both putting it into the usual low ponytail so it was strewn wildly on his head.*

*He crouched down, poking the other’s side gently.*

“Are you falling asleep on the couch instead of your room?” *He asked, with an amused expression.*

*He grumbles tiredly* W-wha’s it to you, Grape-for-brains?

*After receiving a pointed look, he mumbles* I’ll sleep in a “real bed” Mom, jesus.

*He stretches, then blinks* Hey, so I’ve just been borrowing your clothes this whole time, do-do you want me to like…. Not? Or are you chill with it, cause I don’t wanna go back to my place for the rest of my bargain bin clothing anyway… *He ignores the fact that he also doesn’t wanna relieve the memories of his moms incident*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Oh. It’s fine, I have enough clothes to go around. We should probably go clothes shopping at some point, though.” *He said, standing back up on his feet.*

“Also because you stole my cardigan last Tuesday and Hitomi-Chan kept swearing up and down it looked like one of mine.” *He snorted. Of course, his ‘friend’ didn’t believe it was his, more that Renji was copying his style. Which was not the case. No one would even entertain the thought they were friendly with each other, so he wasn’t worried about that. Although he didn’t want to risk the possibility still.*

*Renji nods* Cool, cool.

*He cackles at the very idea of copying Tsubasas daily style* What, Angel-chan thought I was twinkmaxxing? Fucking great!

*His laughter tapers out as he thinks of a question* Hey, why’re you like- friends with the people you’re friends with? You don’t exactly talk about them kindly

tsukumo-tsubasa

”Mmm.. I guess it’s just where your dear Cookie-Chan fits the best. Sure, none of us might actually like each other, unsurprisingly, but we fit together. If I left, there’s not anywhere else I could go without looking out of place.” *He said, rather light heartedly for someone who basically admitted to something like he did. Something that didn’t glide off his tongue so easily as it did.*

*It was weird. He was surrounded by so many people and even had a group of friends he hung out with frequently. Yet, he never could form a solid connection and ended up feeling like an outsider, watching his body from a third person perspective.*

*Renji frowns*

But isn’t that exhausting? Imagine if I spent my whole time around those jocks just because I’m also a cops son? More tiring then a Kabukicho shift, that’s for sure

*Renji can’t admit this to anyone, but he finds himself… worried… about Tsubasa. No solid friends, no parents around, just like a carbon copy of him but with a reputation to uphold and grades to push high. The whole thing sounds nerve wracking*

Hey, if you want, I could disguise myself to be one of those dreamy boys so that way I can hang out with you in public. Maybe then you’ll be less of a total pathetic loner? *He tries to joke at the end, but it falls a little flat. Too soon, he thinks*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Tiring, but I feel it’s worth it.” *He said. The second comment made him blink and stare blankly at the other, the silence between them deafening, before covering a laugh with the back of his hands.*

“You’re plenty dreamy already, Nakamura. Get anymore and I might faint.” *He phrased as a joke despite the fact a little voice in the back of his head was pleading for him to stop. Because wow, his ears felt warm as the words escaped him.*

“..But I appreciate the thought.” *He said, with the softest of smiles upturning on the corners of his lips.*

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, it would be way more funny to talk with you in the hall like we’re still enemies! We should totally have a popular girl meets bully beef, that shit would be great, ne?

*He’s grinning ear to ear at the image of Tsubasas friends going pale faced while the 2 exchanges swear words*

tsukumo-tsubasa

”..To my misfortune, I actually see the appeal in that.” *He said, looking off to the side. Besides the reactions it’d get, he’d have an excuse to talk to the other in school.*

*It wouldn’t be wrong to compare Renji to an addictive drug, and how after the first high, you seek it more and more. At first, just seeing him every once a while was enough. Now he saw him everyday at home. Even then, it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to talk to him at school too. Which, was considerably weird as he never actively seeked out another’s attention before. Never had to, but look at her now. Another new experience.*

“Although I think you’d end up getting weird looks afterwards every time my friends passed by you.” *He said, almost scoffing at the idea of his friends scowling at Renji.*

*Renji scoffs* As if I don’t already! One of your pink-haired twerp friends scowls at me in the hall when I didn’t do shit! And one of the black haired girls likes stealing my shoes. People wonder where I get my ideas from, but it should be obvious…

*He blushes suddenly* You know, you’ve kinda been staring at me- for a bit now, actually.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Ah, Sayuri-Chan and Hikari-Chan.” *He responded almost immediately. There was a flicker of hot heat in the back of throat, the type that engulfs your entire body and makes you see red. Although he distinguished it. Sort of, it was still there. Sparks of it.*

”Yeah, sorry about that. They’re.. unique.” *He said, putting it in the kindest way possible to say they were bitches. He made a note of it though, to at least try to stir them clear of Renji’s path in a discreet manner.*

“And I’m only staring because you are. I assumed we were having a staring contest.” *He said in a faux haughty tone, more to cover up the fact that he had been subconsciously staring at the other for who knows how long.*

*Renji rolled his eyes, staring back in a jokingly terrifying way, scleras blown wide*

Mhm, suuuuuuure. We’re totally just having a starjnh contest this whole time.

*He rubs his now dry eyes, blinking. Abruptly, he remembers something*

I have my contact solution and glasses at home… I’ve been wearing the same contacts for weeks! Jesus

tsukumo-tsubasa

”Oh yeah, I haven’t seen frames in a good second.” *He said, tapping the side of his own glasses.*

“We probably don’t have the same prescription, but wanna give them a go?” *He asked with an amused grin.*

“We should also add that to the bucket list of things we should probably buy you.” *He mumbled, ticking it onto the mental one he had been curating over the past week.*

*A frustrated noise seeps from Renji’s throat* You don’t have to buy so much stuff you know, I don’t wanna just be your leech. And I don’t like glasses anyway, I’ll just get the CVS contacts again.

*Renji did jump at the opportunity to try on Tsubasas glasses, finding the world warped under a different prescription*

Wow, are you farsighted or something? This is freaky as shit

tsukumo-tsubasa

“I’ve got enough money to go around. Papa’s still sending me allowance by the end of the week.” *He shrugged. He felt the glasses slip from his face, and to his joy, was close enough to see how the other looked with them on.*

“Don’t wear them for too long and mess up your eyes and further. Although seeing the like this, my frames are definitely thinner than yours.” *He said as he watched the blond’s eyes squint. He then thought back on the singular time they saw the other wearing the glasses. It had been implanted deep enough in his mind so the image hadn’t left him yet.*

*Renji takes off the glasses with a huff, already feeling a headache forming* Yeah, yeah.

*He sighs* I’m so fucking tired. Bet you are too, right? *He rubs his temples, then his nose, then his neck, stretxhung his back to crack the bones in it*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"I am. That's why I'm trying to get you to your bed so we can go to bed." *He said, head going off to one side.*

*So right. Tsubasa had completely abandoned his own room for the past week. Because he had been (literally) sleeping with Renji. Because he found it, one, much easier to sleep with him next to them, he found out. And two, it gave him some form of consolation that there was someone in that empty home besides her.*

*And the fact he just legitimately preferred it. The opposite hadn't protested against it yet, so he'd make himself at home. Next to him. Where it was warm.*

#Writing Project

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

*The shorter boy rolled his eyes*

Have fun being a bum? I have to go to work in an hour… fuckin- what do you even do all day? Studying? That would explain why you get such good grades, but that’s… boring. Ew.

*Renjis eyes narrow*

Ne… you haven’t been to a party all week! Because you haven’t been drunk or annoyed! What gives? Is my lack of a social life finally rubbing off on our poor Kamiyama Kami-sama?

tsukumo-tsubasa

"In fact, I do study all day. Thank you very much." *He said, hands sinking into his pockets.*

"Ah. I've been telling people I've been taking care of a stray kitty, so they've left me alone for now. Plus, it fits my image." *He said, framing his face with his hands. His voice fluctuated as he spoke, not super noticeable but it did happen. From what one could infer, it seemed he usually forced his voice to be higher and softer when out and about, and it'd drop back down when he was at home.*

"Speaking of work, haven't been able to visit your little cafe. Perhaps I'll tail you this time." *He half joked. The thought was appealing though, he did want to see the other in a maid outfit. Not for any odd sorts of reasons, just found the thought to be amusing.*

Mehhhhh…. *He mutters, flopping down onto the couch and clutching a pillow, shoes not even off* I might just skip work, I don’t wanna do shit today.

*He registers the thickly veiled insult*

I AM NOT A CAT! STOP SAYING THAT SHIT!

*Even through his annoyance, he found himself snickering, the vocal fluctuations as hilarious as they are endearing*

You know, I don’t think your voice cracks should be THAT bad, I was a late bloomer and even I didn’t sound like that when I was younger!

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Kitty kitty Nakamura, meow meow.." *He cooed, slinking over to where the other flopped over, crouching down. He rolled his eyes in response to the second comment.*

"Shove offf.. It's because I change how I sound so much. It's subconscious, it'll calm down after a little." *He said, poking the other's arm insistently as if to punish the other for pointing out the odd things going on with his voice. They were all too soft to really hurt or anything though.*

"If you're skipping though, tell me what you want for dinner." *He said. Usually he'd just end up leaving something in the fridge for Renji to eat when he got back home from his shift.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out, shooting up from off the couch* No way am I eating today! You already feed me way too much, and besides I still need the money, so work it is.

*He sighs, leaving to quickly put on his under-dress clothing of a black sleeveless and boxer shorts before putting his shoes and socks back on*

You can tag along if you REALLY want, but my coworkers will annoy the shit out of you, *he mutters*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Coming! Coming!" *He said, shooting up and darting about the house.*

*He switched clothes almost instantly (why was he able to get dressed so fast..) And she was in a turtleneck and a skirt, legging underneath it and high boots.*

*She was actively fixing her hair into her pigtails with curling her lashes, it made her eyes look much bigger. Her glasses were tossed elsewhere, at some point, and before he knew it, The Tsubasa TsukumoTM was standing there in front of him.*

"And I'm ready. And it's whatever, I can take being bothered if it means I get to see you all dressed up." *She grinned.*

*Renji’s heart does that thing, where it flip flops and flutters and plummets all at the same time. On one hand, he couldn’t help but find Tsubasa very pretty, but on the other hand he already sort of missed the masculine side of him. Hm. Renji chooses not to unpack that*

Alright, alright, let’s get moving or I’ll be late.

*Soon, they end up on a train, the back and forth turns of it lulling Renji into a brief nap. That is, until a man sits down next to him. Dark, stringy brown hair, a gaunt face, an old button up and black slacks, eerily skinny limbs, they all make up the face and body of a man that seemed terribly familiar…*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Tsubasa was up, and had already taken liberty of putting Renji's head onto her shoulder while he slept. She had been scrolling her phone. When the man plopped down next to them, she glanced up for only a moment. But something felt odd. She didn't know the guy, but she had this god awful feeling about him.*

*She decided to dismiss it, mostly. Besides the fact one arm had (subconsciously, in her own defense) gone around her.. Renji's, waist. Keeping him close to her person, as she continued to scroll aimlessly, not trying to jostle too much and allow the other to nap.*

*The gaunt man speaks*

Hey… pretty girlie, you two wouldn’t happen to go to Kamiyama High School do you…?

*His voice oozed ill intention, his shoulders hunched and smile wide. Slimy, very very slimy. Renji shuffled closer in his seat subconsciously, whining*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Her eyes narrowed, and the shuffling closer made her heart clench, for multiple reasons. Her arm tightened in response, absolutely NOT was she letting some gooey slimy looking man anywhere near Renji. Or her, I guess. Wow, it seems her priorities might just be a little skewed, but whatever. The question already set off all sort of warnings in her head, and told herself to tread cautiously.*

"Kamiyama? Ah, no. We live in a different prefecture." *She said with a smile. A polite one. One she had perfected just for people like this guy, one's she would rather not be talking to.*

*The man’s eyes narrow*

Are you quite sure…? You both look so familiar! And you’re quite old enough to know not to lie to your elders…

*They’re also old enough to know not to talk to strangers, and yet here they are.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"We are, but I don't believe I'm acquainted well enough with you to tell you where I do or don't attend school." *Her smiled persisted, and so did that passive aggressive attitude. She was the queen when it came to being passive aggressive..*

*The man chuckles*

Ah! What a smart girl… of course, of course. You do not have to tell me anything now, but we will meet again, and when we do you can tell me all about your schooling!

*He tucks a lock of hair behind Renji’s ears, startling the boy awake with a flinch*

Don’t mind me, I’m simply admiring the… beauty… of youth.

*The train stops once again, and the man stands up. He bows slightly, ruffling the hair of a still half-asleep Renji and lightly tapping Tsubasas nose*

This is my stop now, so I will have to be going! I hope you are warmer when I next come…

*He turns around to leave, stopping only one more time. He only leers, staring not at Tsubasas eyes, but lower. Then, he turns away, and as quick as he came, he left.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*There was, in fact, a primal rage that surged into Tsubasa's body when the man decided he could touch Renji. The tap on her nose, she hated it sure, but to touch the very guy she (for some reason, out of the good of her heart? Who knows) felt an incredible amount of protectiveness over almost made her lose her mind. If she wasn't herself, and maybe lacked just a little more sleep, she was sure she would've flew forward without thinking and beaten the brakes off the guy.*

*She was cursing under her breath, before fixing Renji's hair with a clear flame of irritation in her eyes. It was her weird way of attempting to overwrite that touch the man had laid on him. If she fixed the very hair they touched, perhaps it wouldn't be stained by the greasy fingers of a man who looked much too old to be acting the way he did.*

*She caught the gaze, those lecherous eyes falling down her person that made a shiver go up her spine. It'd be a lie to say it was the first, but for some reason, it felt knowing. And that's the part that she didn't like.*

"Sorry you woke up." *She muttered under her breath between curses.*

*Renji swallowed, audibly*

Who- who was that? Do you know him or something?

*He frowns* I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere… maybe a commercial? But he kinda looked like a NEET… *Renji continues to mutter to himself until he notices how shaken Tsubasa looks*

Hey, hey, you’re fine. It’s fine.

tsukumo-tsubasa

"No idea, creepy asshat." *She seethed before taking a breath.*

"Asked about where we went to school, and promised we'd meet again or something along those lines." *She mumbled, her vision that was once so red, seemed to go back to normal at Renji's voice. How crazy was that? That brewing anger was still there but it had gotten pushed down by a soothing wave of calm. That was.. ahem. Weird. Anyways.*

"I thought so too. Can't pinpoint where I've seen him before though." *She muttered and felt a twitch of a smile on her lips.*

"I'm fine. It was creepy sure but uh, I'm not a stranger to creepy guys. I was more angry than distressed." *She said, her hands falling back to her sides, although her arm returned to being locked around the other's waist.*

*Renji nodded, hackles lowering after he assessed the situation safe. His hand went to loop around her waist in reciprocation. “You’re safe too” he wanted to tell her. “You’re protected too”*

So… I can get you free raspberry shit at KiraKira? Everything flavored like that has bomber so it’s basically free *He says, resting his cheek back on her shoulder, hissing at a random passerby changing seats*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Oh? Free? I'm flattered." *She joked, finding the soft hissing coming from the smaller both amusing and also.. and the train of thought ends there actually. God, her brain gets all melty and weird when she hangs around him.*

"Sure, but I really don't mind paying. You know your local cookie-chan has daddy's money." *She said. Speaking of her father, he was very much, still absent. She had been checking around, and apparently everything within the house is still being paid for so he was alive. Where he was? That was a mystery in itself. She would probably mind it more, if it weren't for the fact that last week with Renji going from and to her house with her was comparable to bliss, then she would.*

You should be, *he lectures* if I’m allowing you trade secrets that means I care! Everyone else’s cash is going into my pocket. *He turns his nose up like a snooty cat, a slight smirk on his face*

Speaking of, when will that motherfucker come back with the milk and cigarettes? Jesus, MY dad has probably shown up for me more in my life, and he literally disowned me.

tsukumo-tsubasa

"How very kind of you, doll. I'll make sure to tip you, just for your kindness and all." *She drawled out, her voice dropping down to it's normal pitch for a moment before coming back up, almost seamlessly.*

"No idea, he hasn't picked up any of my calls or messages. But my account still had a steady stream of money and the house is paid for, so I'm honestly living a lot better than most would be." *She shrugged.*

*The lower register made Renji shiver, face glowing in newly acquired warmth*

Huh… so he cares, but he doesn’t care? Where is he, like a business trip? Microphone-chan is decent with tech, she could probably ping him for you.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Oh really? I might consider it that then.” *She hummed. She wanted to know where he was, sure. And she was feeling all sorts of things about him up and leaving without even saying a goodbye, having nothing eluding to the fact he would leave.*

*However, she was.. strangely okay. I mean, she wasn’t at first. That house became exceedingly colder than it usually was without the sound of the TV in the living room from her father watching shitty horror flicks. Every shadow suddenly looked like it had grown limbs and had become twisted monsters that were just waiting for her to fall asleep. And then, Renji was there. And replacing that coldness was an overwhelming warmth she wasn’t.. quite sure what do with..*

“..Later though.” *She said, as she felt the subway come to a stop, shuffling following it.*

*Renji just hums* Alright, Princess.

*After a block, they finally make it to his job, the interior of KiraKira as clean as advertised.*

I gotta go get dressed and shit, but feel free to talk to my coworkers. *A shrug, and then he’s gone*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Don’t take too long.” *She called as he walked away before walking into the cafe. It was actually, pretty nice looking. Her eyes went around, landing on various of Renji’s coworkers. She went ahead and took a seat at one of the many vacant booths. She twirled a lock of her hair around her fingers, humming softly to herself. She could, sure, approach one of the many coworkers of Renji’s. They looked busy at the moment, so she decided to keep to herself. For now, of course.*

*When he came back, his face was red with embarrassment, the full uniform on in his unique shade of orange-y pink*

There, you’ve seen me cross-dressing. Happy now, you purple-haired prick?!

*Some girl with spiky pink and orange hair chided him while she walked by, carrying some lemon-custard thing*

Don’t be like that, Bakamura!! Treat the guests with respect!

*Renji groans* Being a dickhead is LITERALLY my job! Besides, I know her. It’s fine.

*The pinkette grins* A friend of Renji’s? A FRENJI?! *If there was a person equivalent to the expression of a colon-d emoticon, it would be her* THIS IS GREAT!

*Renji rolls his mismatched eyes*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She had to stifle a laugh, as she looked him up and down, her elbow placed on the table and hand propping up her chin.*

“Wasn’t what I was expecting. Color choice is sort of tacky but I can see the appeal.” *She said with her voice purposefully laced in a thick coat of sugar. Oh, she was going to have a field day about this later. But she’s supposed to be the sweet and kind Tsubasa right now, so she would hold back the bubbling giggles in the back of her throat.*

*Her attention turned towards the girl, flashing her the famous perfect girl smile she had practiced to a T before speaking.*

“Pleasure to meet you, Tsukumo Tsubasa.” *She said, nodding her head in a polite manner towards the rather joyful looking girl.*

*Renji growls, covering up the chest window on his front while turning his head away*

I didn’t get to pick it!

*Despite being knee-length, he tugs his skirt lower subconsciously. While he adjusts and readjusts himself to looks as appropriate as one can wearing a kitty-bell choker, the pink haired girl stares at Tsubasa with a pout. Pointing a single, nail-polished index finger at Tsukumo, the girl said*

That smile’s not real! Not at all! Hmph!

*She turns to Renji* The one time it seems like you have a friend, and she’s depressed! WHAT?! This can’t do!

*She turns back to Tsubasa* But don’t worry! I’ll make you smile for REALSIES by the end of your stay! Promise promise! *Her yellow eyes somehow fill with glittery stars. Striking a cute pose, she says*

I’m Minamoto Minaki! It’s a happy day to meet you!

*Renji subtly moves to mumble in Tsubasas ear* Careful cookie-chan, she’s the genki archetype. She’s dumb as shit but she can clock emotions better than anybody else…

tsukumo-tsubasa

*There was a slight falter in her smile when it was pointed out how fake it was. But she quickly recovered. Hearing Renji’s warning, she nodded slightly.*

“Thanks for the warning, dollie.” *She cooed softly, before speaking again but to the girl.*

“Cute name, I could guess what archetype you must be playing from a mile away.” *She said, with another polite smile. Even if the girl knew it was fake, she wouldn’t just lose the mask. It usually didn’t even slip off that easily.*

*She took a menu, looking over the options before glancing at the squirming Renji. Yeah, she’d definitely be getting a picture with him later.*

“Any suggestions, Nakamura?” *She asked with a cocked eyebrow.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out* As if I’d eat the Kira-trash they sell, it’s all so artificial, bleh!

*clearly he was in character, his insults more Tsundere-cutesy, more moe-gap than cruel*

But, if you really care, *he lowers himself so that way his lips were to her ear* the strawberry cream croissants are decent.

*Seeing that Tsubasa was attended to, Minaki left with a wave and a knowing glance to the heterochromic teen*

Take care of that one, Bakamura! She’s a keeper!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*A shiver went down her spine, feeling warm air belonging to the blond hit her ear. It’s fanservice, get it together. That’s what she tried to tell her fluttering heart, anyways.*

*Ignoring the fact she was feeling sort of warm now, she put down the menu. She was.. deciding to not acknowledge Minaki’s comment, her about being a keeper or whatever.*

“Sure, strawberry croissant it is then.” *She nodded, placing her hands on her knees.*

*Renji scoffs* You’re just gonna do exactly as I say? You’re so flaccid…

*He puffs out his cheeks, moving his arms in a way to high light the chest window of his uniform* One strawberry cream croissant for the wimpy pervert, coming right up!

*He turns in his heels and struts away, the bells on his uniform jingling slightly*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Again, had to stifle a laugh in response to Renji’s attitude. Sure, he was usually mean, but not this flavor of it. The jingling bells as he walked off really tied it altogether, as she quickly giggled to herself once he was out of sight.*

*It felt weird. Being out in public with Renji. Sure, they’d see each other at school, but it was usually glances. Talking with him there would probably feel stifling for both of them. So she was used to talking to him, interacting with him purely in the privacy of her home. Where she felt like she could act just.. like herself.*

*It was an unfounded worry that people found out about their.. whatever their relationship would be classified as. It had become something of comfort for her, and to have that torn from her.. she wasn’t sure how she would handle being alone again after getting a taste of the quiet joy which was Renji Nakamura.*

*God, why was she getting sentimental? She shook her head and glanced about the cafe. Taking in Renji’s fellow coworkers, along with easing the irrational fear that someone from their school was there. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t. So she relaxed, ever so slightly.*

*Unbenounced to her, Renji was having his own think session as he rung up the order to their cashier, Osamu, to take over to the chefs*

*It was just so… strange, having someone who he cared about, having someone who cares about him. No matter when he was tired, hurt, sick, alone, he always found her by his side, and he couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. Some fear of her leaving, some hope that she’ll stay, some guilt that she could do better*

*He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his emotional fugue-state when he sees the croissant come into views on the food counter. The orders have to be served warm per Kira guildines, and if he stood by the counter any longer it would start to go cold.*

*He struts back, hips swaying as he carries the order on one hand*

Well, well, lunch is ready! Bon appétit, we worked hard on this! Start eating! *His cheeks puff out before he finds himself smirking, entirely excited at his next jab for Tsubasa*

Or… do you need me to feed it to you, since you’re such a big baby?

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Are you offering?” *She said, head tilting off to the side, finding her own amusement in the other’s jabs.*

“You would know a lot about being a baby, wouldn’t you?” *She retorted back, referring to the other being younger than her. Oh, she’d never not find joy in that fact and would forever hold it over his head. Her jaw went slack her mouth open and eyes shut, waiting to be fed. A spark of embarrassment in the back of her mind but, in the past few months, she’s done plenty of embarrassing things that have kept her up at night. What’s one more?*

*He growls* HEY! Just ‘cause I’m a cusp-grader doesn’t make me a child! Feed your damn self *He shoves a fork full of bread and cream into her mouth, thumb briefly tapping her upper lip*

I’m not offering shit anymore!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She licked her lips with a satisfied hum. Sweet, she noted before feeling a grin, one more suited for the Tsubasa who wore plain t-shirts and shorts back at home. It looked almost out of place on the Tsubasa now, the one who wore skirts and had an attitude. Although, it felt right. The way her eyes slightly creased and sparkled with playful joy at the other's huff. She then opened her mouth once again.*

"For someone who isn't offering me anything anymore, you did comply and feed me.” *She pointed out with a soft giggle. She did slide the fork from the other’s hand and feed herself now, though.*

*He rolls his eyes* Mehhhh don’t be pedantic

*He grabs a tasting fork from his pocket, stealing the sugar coated strawberry garnish from her dish and eating it. Strange since he hasn’t been eating much recently*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She just watched, amused as the other swiped her order from her. She couldn’t find it in herself to be truly upset. Living with Renji had meant she had become acquainted with his eating habits. So if he swiped her food from her, she felt more glad than anything else he was eating at all.*

“Well, that’s wasn’t very kind. I hope you plan on paying for my order if you’re going to be eating it instead of me.” *The words rolling off her tongue in a playful manner. It was just a prod, she was going to pay for in the end. But she could tease, couldn’t she?*

*He choked on his food* NO WAY! That would come out of my paycheck! This is only a tax for being so cruel to me!

*He can’t help but chuckle though, knowing it was only a tease. He drops his mask for a brief moment*

You know, this job isn’t completely garbage when I know I can come back home to you… *he readjusts his garter belt* it’s sill VERY fucking garbage though.

tsukumo-tsubasa

*An her heart skip a beat, god that’s been happening a lot. That was strangely soft of the other to say, and without anything leading up to it? It caught her terribly off guard. Although she could agree with the sentiment.*

“I mean, you’re coming home to THE Tsubasa, so I can’t say I blame you for enjoying it.” *She said with a false arrogance, before grabbing a nearby napkin and wiping the other’s mouth.*

“..It’s nice seeing you at my place so often though.” *She mumbled under her breath before clearing her throat.*

“I will be getting that photo with you though. I’ll frame it, make it my family heirloom, even.” *She teased.*

*He chuckles but it sounds fake* You know I’m just in character right? It’s not that deep… *They both knew this was just his shield, the only time he could actually say how he felt and have an excuse*

And don’t even! You’re not nearly the best person in this room, and our cashier Osaku collects body pillows!

*His voice catches on a groan when he hears about the photo* Don’t you fucking dare! They put heart filters on that shit!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She rolled her eyes at the first comment, not nearly convinced but she knew how it felt to wear a mask. Even when it was slipping, clambering to keep it back on. So she would excuse it, just as Renji did whenever her’s slipped in a similar manner.*

“Body pillows huh.. I want to ask of who but I have a feeling that maybe I’d rather not know.” *She joked before grinning at the other cringing at the thought of her getting a photo.*

“Even better, it’ll make you look extra cute.” *She said with a laugh.*

*He stuck his tongue out in disgust* BLECK! It’s all Loli-shit, and he’s safe for now but he turns 18 in March, ugh.

*He huffs* Don’t even! I’m not cute! *He looks down at her plate* You done eating yet? My shift ends pretty soon.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“All done, yeah.” *She said, and she did consider fighting him on the cute thing. Until it hit her, because why would she fight him on that? She was joking. Teasing even, she didn’t actually think the other was cute.*

*…*

*ANYWAYS. That was a weird train of thought she totally wouldn’t be exploring later but pushing that completely to the side.*

“Picture time.” *She said, mimicking a camera with her hands, even making a soft click click noise as if to sell her point.*

*He sighs* I’m not getting out of this one, am I?

*Clearly not, seeing as 5 minutes later he’s shooting a picture perfect snarl at the camera while Tsubasa holds up a peace sign*

You’re a total bitch, you know that?

tsukumo-tsubasa

“As much as I’d love to agree with you, last time I did, it resulted in a scolding.” *She giggled.*

*After the photo was taken, she practically skipped over to look at it. The product was well.. it was cute, of course. Although she stared at it for a long time with an unreadable expression.*

*The reason being not Renji, who looked ready to punch the nearest person in the photo, but herself. She didn’t look like herself. Her smiled was lopsided, and she looked well. Happy. Legitimately. It was too unfamiliar, not like any of the photos she’d taken before. The one where she looked more like a mannequin if nothing else. She looked too human. Is that how she looked whenever she was with the other? That’s embarrassing.*

“See! We look adorbs!” *She finally said to the other, after snapping out of her daze.*

*He saw the difference too, smiling in that way he did we hen he wasn’t trying to smile, so it just looking like an upside down grin*

You look good, Basa-chan. You look good.

*He smirks* The camera definitely adds 10 pounds though, because that croissant did NOT make you look like a full moon *He’s teasing, of course, but if was his own weird compliment too. To him, people are pretty when they’re full, cause he never ate much.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She made an exaggerated gasping sound, clutching her imaginary pearls at the other’s comment.*

“Never in my 17 years of life has anyone ever said that to me. Go change out your uniform, frames. You’ve momentarily lost your god given privilege to talk to me.” *She said, with a dramatic flair. She had gotten used to falling into this game with the shorter. It was fun, in a way she wouldn’t have predicted before.*

*He fake-sobs* oh NO! Is this true? I really won’t have to deal with your annoying bitch-ass anymore? Why, this deserves an outcry!

*So they squabble and tease until the bill is paid and they leave the building, realizing that they’d have to get back on the subway to get back home.*

So… do we walk or take the chance of talking to Mr Greasy again?

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She physically blue screened at that, she had completely forgotten about the encounter with the creepy man, somehow. She cursed under her breath before sliding her hands into his pockets.*

“It’s going to be a long walk if we do that..” *She mumbled before weighing the pros and cons in her head. There was always a chance they wouldn’t meet him again, but at the same time, the chance wasn’t zero. Just thinking about the guy made her want to sock him dead. But walking back home? In this darkness? Yeah, that’s how you end up on a documentary because you came across some sick weirdo.*

“Unless you want to walk, we should probably take the subway home.” *She said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.*

*He nods, a little trepidation in his step* Aright, let’s do this. *He leaves to change, and when he comes back they head out to the train station, erring on the side of caution*

*They - surprisingly - make it home in one piece, and Renji immediately flips on the couch upon arrival, curling into the fluffy blanket carelessly strewn over the side*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Tsubasa beelined to their room, before return to the curled up Renji in he usually wore around the house. He took out his pigtails but didn’t both putting it into the usual low ponytail so it was strewn wildly on his head.*

*He crouched down, poking the other’s side gently.*

“Are you falling asleep on the couch instead of your room?” *He asked, with an amused expression.*

*He grumbles tiredly* W-wha’s it to you, Grape-for-brains?

*After receiving a pointed look, he mumbles* I’ll sleep in a “real bed” Mom, jesus.

*He stretches, then blinks* Hey, so I’ve just been borrowing your clothes this whole time, do-do you want me to like…. Not? Or are you chill with it, cause I don’t wanna go back to my place for the rest of my bargain bin clothing anyway… *He ignores the fact that he also doesn’t wanna relieve the memories of his moms incident*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Oh. It’s fine, I have enough clothes to go around. We should probably go clothes shopping at some point, though.” *He said, standing back up on his feet.*

“Also because you stole my cardigan last Tuesday and Hitomi-Chan kept swearing up and down it looked like one of mine.” *He snorted. Of course, his ‘friend’ didn’t believe it was his, more that Renji was copying his style. Which was not the case. No one would even entertain the thought they were friendly with each other, so he wasn’t worried about that. Although he didn’t want to risk the possibility still.*

*Renji nods* Cool, cool.

*He cackles at the very idea of copying Tsubasas daily style* What, Angel-chan thought I was twinkmaxxing? Fucking great!

*His laughter tapers out as he thinks of a question* Hey, why’re you like- friends with the people you’re friends with? You don’t exactly talk about them kindly

tsukumo-tsubasa

”Mmm.. I guess it’s just where your dear Cookie-Chan fits the best. Sure, none of us might actually like each other, unsurprisingly, but we fit together. If I left, there’s not anywhere else I could go without looking out of place.” *He said, rather light heartedly for someone who basically admitted to something like he did. Something that didn’t glide off his tongue so easily as it did.*

*It was weird. He was surrounded by so many people and even had a group of friends he hung out with frequently. Yet, he never could form a solid connection and ended up feeling like an outsider, watching his body from a third person perspective.*

*Renji frowns*

But isn’t that exhausting? Imagine if I spent my whole time around those jocks just because I’m also a cops son? More tiring then a Kabukicho shift, that’s for sure

*Renji can’t admit this to anyone, but he finds himself… worried… about Tsubasa. No solid friends, no parents around, just like a carbon copy of him but with a reputation to uphold and grades to push high. The whole thing sounds nerve wracking*

Hey, if you want, I could disguise myself to be one of those dreamy boys so that way I can hang out with you in public. Maybe then you’ll be less of a total pathetic loner? *He tries to joke at the end, but it falls a little flat. Too soon, he thinks*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Tiring, but I feel it’s worth it.” *He said. The second comment made him blink and stare blankly at the other, the silence between them deafening, before covering a laugh with the back of his hands.*

“You’re plenty dreamy already, Nakamura. Get anymore and I might faint.” *He phrased as a joke despite the fact a little voice in the back of his head was pleading for him to stop. Because wow, his ears felt warm as the words escaped him.*

“..But I appreciate the thought.” *He said, with the softest of smiles upturning on the corners of his lips.*

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, it would be way more funny to talk with you in the hall like we’re still enemies! We should totally have a popular girl meets bully beef, that shit would be great, ne?

*He’s grinning ear to ear at the image of Tsubasas friends going pale faced while the 2 exchanges swear words*

tsukumo-tsubasa

”..To my misfortune, I actually see the appeal in that.” *He said, looking off to the side. Besides the reactions it’d get, he’d have an excuse to talk to the other in school.*

*It wouldn’t be wrong to compare Renji to an addictive drug, and how after the first high, you seek it more and more. At first, just seeing him every once a while was enough. Now he saw him everyday at home. Even then, it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to talk to him at school too. Which, was considerably weird as he never actively seeked out another’s attention before. Never had to, but look at her now. Another new experience.*

“Although I think you’d end up getting weird looks afterwards every time my friends passed by you.” *He said, almost scoffing at the idea of his friends scowling at Renji.*

*Renji scoffs* As if I don’t already! One of your pink-haired twerp friends scowls at me in the hall when I didn’t do shit! And one of the black haired girls likes stealing my shoes. People wonder where I get my ideas from, but it should be obvious…

*He blushes suddenly* You know, you’ve kinda been staring at me- for a bit now, actually.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Ah, Sayuri-Chan and Hikari-Chan.” *He responded almost immediately. There was a flicker of hot heat in the back of throat, the type that engulfs your entire body and makes you see red. Although he distinguished it. Sort of, it was still there. Sparks of it.*

”Yeah, sorry about that. They’re.. unique.” *He said, putting it in the kindest way possible to say they were bitches. He made a note of it though, to at least try to stir them clear of Renji’s path in a discreet manner.*

“And I’m only staring because you are. I assumed we were having a staring contest.” *He said in a faux haughty tone, more to cover up the fact that he had been subconsciously staring at the other for who knows how long.*

*Renji rolled his eyes, staring back in a jokingly terrifying way, scleras blown wide*

Mhm, suuuuuuure. We’re totally just having a starjnh contest this whole time.

*He rubs his now dry eyes, blinking. Abruptly, he remembers something*

I have my contact solution and glasses at home… I’ve been wearing the same contacts for weeks! Jesus

tsukumo-tsubasa

”Oh yeah, I haven’t seen frames in a good second.” *He said, tapping the side of his own glasses.*

“We probably don’t have the same prescription, but wanna give them a go?” *He asked with an amused grin.*

“We should also add that to the bucket list of things we should probably buy you.” *He mumbled, ticking it onto the mental one he had been curating over the past week.*

*A frustrated noise seeps from Renji’s throat* You don’t have to buy so much stuff you know, I don’t wanna just be your leech. And I don’t like glasses anyway, I’ll just get the CVS contacts again.

*Renji did jump at the opportunity to try on Tsubasas glasses, finding the world warped under a different prescription*

Wow, are you farsighted or something? This is freaky as shit

tsukumo-tsubasa

“I’ve got enough money to go around. Papa’s still sending me allowance by the end of the week.” *He shrugged. He felt the glasses slip from his face, and to his joy, was close enough to see how the other looked with them on.*

“Don’t wear them for too long and mess up your eyes and further. Although seeing the like this, my frames are definitely thinner than yours.” *He said as he watched the blond’s eyes squint. He then thought back on the singular time they saw the other wearing the glasses. It had been implanted deep enough in his mind so the image hadn’t left him yet.*

#Writing Project

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

*The shorter boy rolled his eyes*

Have fun being a bum? I have to go to work in an hour… fuckin- what do you even do all day? Studying? That would explain why you get such good grades, but that’s… boring. Ew.

*Renjis eyes narrow*

Ne… you haven’t been to a party all week! Because you haven’t been drunk or annoyed! What gives? Is my lack of a social life finally rubbing off on our poor Kamiyama Kami-sama?

tsukumo-tsubasa

"In fact, I do study all day. Thank you very much." *He said, hands sinking into his pockets.*

"Ah. I've been telling people I've been taking care of a stray kitty, so they've left me alone for now. Plus, it fits my image." *He said, framing his face with his hands. His voice fluctuated as he spoke, not super noticeable but it did happen. From what one could infer, it seemed he usually forced his voice to be higher and softer when out and about, and it'd drop back down when he was at home.*

"Speaking of work, haven't been able to visit your little cafe. Perhaps I'll tail you this time." *He half joked. The thought was appealing though, he did want to see the other in a maid outfit. Not for any odd sorts of reasons, just found the thought to be amusing.*

Mehhhhh…. *He mutters, flopping down onto the couch and clutching a pillow, shoes not even off* I might just skip work, I don’t wanna do shit today.

*He registers the thickly veiled insult*

I AM NOT A CAT! STOP SAYING THAT SHIT!

*Even through his annoyance, he found himself snickering, the vocal fluctuations as hilarious as they are endearing*

You know, I don’t think your voice cracks should be THAT bad, I was a late bloomer and even I didn’t sound like that when I was younger!

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Kitty kitty Nakamura, meow meow.." *He cooed, slinking over to where the other flopped over, crouching down. He rolled his eyes in response to the second comment.*

"Shove offf.. It's because I change how I sound so much. It's subconscious, it'll calm down after a little." *He said, poking the other's arm insistently as if to punish the other for pointing out the odd things going on with his voice. They were all too soft to really hurt or anything though.*

"If you're skipping though, tell me what you want for dinner." *He said. Usually he'd just end up leaving something in the fridge for Renji to eat when he got back home from his shift.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out, shooting up from off the couch* No way am I eating today! You already feed me way too much, and besides I still need the money, so work it is.

*He sighs, leaving to quickly put on his under-dress clothing of a black sleeveless and boxer shorts before putting his shoes and socks back on*

You can tag along if you REALLY want, but my coworkers will annoy the shit out of you, *he mutters*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Coming! Coming!" *He said, shooting up and darting about the house.*

*He switched clothes almost instantly (why was he able to get dressed so fast..) And she was in a turtleneck and a skirt, legging underneath it and high boots.*

*She was actively fixing her hair into her pigtails with curling her lashes, it made her eyes look much bigger. Her glasses were tossed elsewhere, at some point, and before he knew it, The Tsubasa TsukumoTM was standing there in front of him.*

"And I'm ready. And it's whatever, I can take being bothered if it means I get to see you all dressed up." *She grinned.*

*Renji’s heart does that thing, where it flip flops and flutters and plummets all at the same time. On one hand, he couldn’t help but find Tsubasa very pretty, but on the other hand he already sort of missed the masculine side of him. Hm. Renji chooses not to unpack that*

Alright, alright, let’s get moving or I’ll be late.

*Soon, they end up on a train, the back and forth turns of it lulling Renji into a brief nap. That is, until a man sits down next to him. Dark, stringy brown hair, a gaunt face, an old button up and black slacks, eerily skinny limbs, they all make up the face and body of a man that seemed terribly familiar…*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Tsubasa was up, and had already taken liberty of putting Renji's head onto her shoulder while he slept. She had been scrolling her phone. When the man plopped down next to them, she glanced up for only a moment. But something felt odd. She didn't know the guy, but she had this god awful feeling about him.*

*She decided to dismiss it, mostly. Besides the fact one arm had (subconsciously, in her own defense) gone around her.. Renji's, waist. Keeping him close to her person, as she continued to scroll aimlessly, not trying to jostle too much and allow the other to nap.*

*The gaunt man speaks*

Hey… pretty girlie, you two wouldn’t happen to go to Kamiyama High School do you…?

*His voice oozed ill intention, his shoulders hunched and smile wide. Slimy, very very slimy. Renji shuffled closer in his seat subconsciously, whining*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Her eyes narrowed, and the shuffling closer made her heart clench, for multiple reasons. Her arm tightened in response, absolutely NOT was she letting some gooey slimy looking man anywhere near Renji. Or her, I guess. Wow, it seems her priorities might just be a little skewed, but whatever. The question already set off all sort of warnings in her head, and told herself to tread cautiously.*

"Kamiyama? Ah, no. We live in a different prefecture." *She said with a smile. A polite one. One she had perfected just for people like this guy, one's she would rather not be talking to.*

*The man’s eyes narrow*

Are you quite sure…? You both look so familiar! And you’re quite old enough to know not to lie to your elders…

*They’re also old enough to know not to talk to strangers, and yet here they are.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"We are, but I don't believe I'm acquainted well enough with you to tell you where I do or don't attend school." *Her smiled persisted, and so did that passive aggressive attitude. She was the queen when it came to being passive aggressive..*

*The man chuckles*

Ah! What a smart girl… of course, of course. You do not have to tell me anything now, but we will meet again, and when we do you can tell me all about your schooling!

*He tucks a lock of hair behind Renji’s ears, startling the boy awake with a flinch*

Don’t mind me, I’m simply admiring the… beauty… of youth.

*The train stops once again, and the man stands up. He bows slightly, ruffling the hair of a still half-asleep Renji and lightly tapping Tsubasas nose*

This is my stop now, so I will have to be going! I hope you are warmer when I next come…

*He turns around to leave, stopping only one more time. He only leers, staring not at Tsubasas eyes, but lower. Then, he turns away, and as quick as he came, he left.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*There was, in fact, a primal rage that surged into Tsubasa's body when the man decided he could touch Renji. The tap on her nose, she hated it sure, but to touch the very guy she (for some reason, out of the good of her heart? Who knows) felt an incredible amount of protectiveness over almost made her lose her mind. If she wasn't herself, and maybe lacked just a little more sleep, she was sure she would've flew forward without thinking and beaten the brakes off the guy.*

*She was cursing under her breath, before fixing Renji's hair with a clear flame of irritation in her eyes. It was her weird way of attempting to overwrite that touch the man had laid on him. If she fixed the very hair they touched, perhaps it wouldn't be stained by the greasy fingers of a man who looked much too old to be acting the way he did.*

*She caught the gaze, those lecherous eyes falling down her person that made a shiver go up her spine. It'd be a lie to say it was the first, but for some reason, it felt knowing. And that's the part that she didn't like.*

"Sorry you woke up." *She muttered under her breath between curses.*

*Renji swallowed, audibly*

Who- who was that? Do you know him or something?

*He frowns* I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere… maybe a commercial? But he kinda looked like a NEET… *Renji continues to mutter to himself until he notices how shaken Tsubasa looks*

Hey, hey, you’re fine. It’s fine.

tsukumo-tsubasa

"No idea, creepy asshat." *She seethed before taking a breath.*

"Asked about where we went to school, and promised we'd meet again or something along those lines." *She mumbled, her vision that was once so red, seemed to go back to normal at Renji's voice. How crazy was that? That brewing anger was still there but it had gotten pushed down by a soothing wave of calm. That was.. ahem. Weird. Anyways.*

"I thought so too. Can't pinpoint where I've seen him before though." *She muttered and felt a twitch of a smile on her lips.*

"I'm fine. It was creepy sure but uh, I'm not a stranger to creepy guys. I was more angry than distressed." *She said, her hands falling back to her sides, although her arm returned to being locked around the other's waist.*

*Renji nodded, hackles lowering after he assessed the situation safe. His hand went to loop around her waist in reciprocation. “You’re safe too” he wanted to tell her. “You’re protected too”*

So… I can get you free raspberry shit at KiraKira? Everything flavored like that has bomber so it’s basically free *He says, resting his cheek back on her shoulder, hissing at a random passerby changing seats*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Oh? Free? I'm flattered." *She joked, finding the soft hissing coming from the smaller both amusing and also.. and the train of thought ends there actually. God, her brain gets all melty and weird when she hangs around him.*

"Sure, but I really don't mind paying. You know your local cookie-chan has daddy's money." *She said. Speaking of her father, he was very much, still absent. She had been checking around, and apparently everything within the house is still being paid for so he was alive. Where he was? That was a mystery in itself. She would probably mind it more, if it weren't for the fact that last week with Renji going from and to her house with her was comparable to bliss, then she would.*

You should be, *he lectures* if I’m allowing you trade secrets that means I care! Everyone else’s cash is going into my pocket. *He turns his nose up like a snooty cat, a slight smirk on his face*

Speaking of, when will that motherfucker come back with the milk and cigarettes? Jesus, MY dad has probably shown up for me more in my life, and he literally disowned me.

tsukumo-tsubasa

"How very kind of you, doll. I'll make sure to tip you, just for your kindness and all." *She drawled out, her voice dropping down to it's normal pitch for a moment before coming back up, almost seamlessly.*

"No idea, he hasn't picked up any of my calls or messages. But my account still had a steady stream of money and the house is paid for, so I'm honestly living a lot better than most would be." *She shrugged.*

*The lower register made Renji shiver, face glowing in newly acquired warmth*

Huh… so he cares, but he doesn’t care? Where is he, like a business trip? Microphone-chan is decent with tech, she could probably ping him for you.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Oh really? I might consider it that then.” *She hummed. She wanted to know where he was, sure. And she was feeling all sorts of things about him up and leaving without even saying a goodbye, having nothing eluding to the fact he would leave.*

*However, she was.. strangely okay. I mean, she wasn’t at first. That house became exceedingly colder than it usually was without the sound of the TV in the living room from her father watching shitty horror flicks. Every shadow suddenly looked like it had grown limbs and had become twisted monsters that were just waiting for her to fall asleep. And then, Renji was there. And replacing that coldness was an overwhelming warmth she wasn’t.. quite sure what do with..*

“..Later though.” *She said, as she felt the subway come to a stop, shuffling following it.*

*Renji just hums* Alright, Princess.

*After a block, they finally make it to his job, the interior of KiraKira as clean as advertised.*

I gotta go get dressed and shit, but feel free to talk to my coworkers. *A shrug, and then he’s gone*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Don’t take too long.” *She called as he walked away before walking into the cafe. It was actually, pretty nice looking. Her eyes went around, landing on various of Renji’s coworkers. She went ahead and took a seat at one of the many vacant booths. She twirled a lock of her hair around her fingers, humming softly to herself. She could, sure, approach one of the many coworkers of Renji’s. They looked busy at the moment, so she decided to keep to herself. For now, of course.*

*When he came back, his face was red with embarrassment, the full uniform on in his unique shade of orange-y pink*

There, you’ve seen me cross-dressing. Happy now, you purple-haired prick?!

*Some girl with spiky pink and orange hair chided him while she walked by, carrying some lemon-custard thing*

Don’t be like that, Bakamura!! Treat the guests with respect!

*Renji groans* Being a dickhead is LITERALLY my job! Besides, I know her. It’s fine.

*The pinkette grins* A friend of Renji’s? A FRENJI?! *If there was a person equivalent to the expression of a colon-d emoticon, it would be her* THIS IS GREAT!

*Renji rolls his mismatched eyes*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She had to stifle a laugh, as she looked him up and down, her elbow placed on the table and hand propping up her chin.*

“Wasn’t what I was expecting. Color choice is sort of tacky but I can see the appeal.” *She said with her voice purposefully laced in a thick coat of sugar. Oh, she was going to have a field day about this later. But she’s supposed to be the sweet and kind Tsubasa right now, so she would hold back the bubbling giggles in the back of her throat.*

*Her attention turned towards the girl, flashing her the famous perfect girl smile she had practiced to a T before speaking.*

“Pleasure to meet you, Tsukumo Tsubasa.” *She said, nodding her head in a polite manner towards the rather joyful looking girl.*

*Renji growls, covering up the chest window on his front while turning his head away*

I didn’t get to pick it!

*Despite being knee-length, he tugs his skirt lower subconsciously. While he adjusts and readjusts himself to looks as appropriate as one can wearing a kitty-bell choker, the pink haired girl stares at Tsubasa with a pout. Pointing a single, nail-polished index finger at Tsukumo, the girl said*

That smile’s not real! Not at all! Hmph!

*She turns to Renji* The one time it seems like you have a friend, and she’s depressed! WHAT?! This can’t do!

*She turns back to Tsubasa* But don’t worry! I’ll make you smile for REALSIES by the end of your stay! Promise promise! *Her yellow eyes somehow fill with glittery stars. Striking a cute pose, she says*

I’m Minamoto Minaki! It’s a happy day to meet you!

*Renji subtly moves to mumble in Tsubasas ear* Careful cookie-chan, she’s the genki archetype. She’s dumb as shit but she can clock emotions better than anybody else…

tsukumo-tsubasa

*There was a slight falter in her smile when it was pointed out how fake it was. But she quickly recovered. Hearing Renji’s warning, she nodded slightly.*

“Thanks for the warning, dollie.” *She cooed softly, before speaking again but to the girl.*

“Cute name, I could guess what archetype you must be playing from a mile away.” *She said, with another polite smile. Even if the girl knew it was fake, she wouldn’t just lose the mask. It usually didn’t even slip off that easily.*

*She took a menu, looking over the options before glancing at the squirming Renji. Yeah, she’d definitely be getting a picture with him later.*

“Any suggestions, Nakamura?” *She asked with a cocked eyebrow.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out* As if I’d eat the Kira-trash they sell, it’s all so artificial, bleh!

*clearly he was in character, his insults more Tsundere-cutesy, more moe-gap than cruel*

But, if you really care, *he lowers himself so that way his lips were to her ear* the strawberry cream croissants are decent.

*Seeing that Tsubasa was attended to, Minaki left with a wave and a knowing glance to the heterochromic teen*

Take care of that one, Bakamura! She’s a keeper!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*A shiver went down her spine, feeling warm air belonging to the blond hit her ear. It’s fanservice, get it together. That’s what she tried to tell her fluttering heart, anyways.*

*Ignoring the fact she was feeling sort of warm now, she put down the menu. She was.. deciding to not acknowledge Minaki’s comment, her about being a keeper or whatever.*

“Sure, strawberry croissant it is then.” *She nodded, placing her hands on her knees.*

*Renji scoffs* You’re just gonna do exactly as I say? You’re so flaccid…

*He puffs out his cheeks, moving his arms in a way to high light the chest window of his uniform* One strawberry cream croissant for the wimpy pervert, coming right up!

*He turns in his heels and struts away, the bells on his uniform jingling slightly*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Again, had to stifle a laugh in response to Renji’s attitude. Sure, he was usually mean, but not this flavor of it. The jingling bells as he walked off really tied it altogether, as she quickly giggled to herself once he was out of sight.*

*It felt weird. Being out in public with Renji. Sure, they’d see each other at school, but it was usually glances. Talking with him there would probably feel stifling for both of them. So she was used to talking to him, interacting with him purely in the privacy of her home. Where she felt like she could act just.. like herself.*

*It was an unfounded worry that people found out about their.. whatever their relationship would be classified as. It had become something of comfort for her, and to have that torn from her.. she wasn’t sure how she would handle being alone again after getting a taste of the quiet joy which was Renji Nakamura.*

*God, why was she getting sentimental? She shook her head and glanced about the cafe. Taking in Renji’s fellow coworkers, along with easing the irrational fear that someone from their school was there. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t. So she relaxed, ever so slightly.*

*Unbenounced to her, Renji was having his own think session as he rung up the order to their cashier, Osamu, to take over to the chefs*

*It was just so… strange, having someone who he cared about, having someone who cares about him. No matter when he was tired, hurt, sick, alone, he always found her by his side, and he couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. Some fear of her leaving, some hope that she’ll stay, some guilt that she could do better*

*He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his emotional fugue-state when he sees the croissant come into views on the food counter. The orders have to be served warm per Kira guildines, and if he stood by the counter any longer it would start to go cold.*

*He struts back, hips swaying as he carries the order on one hand*

Well, well, lunch is ready! Bon appétit, we worked hard on this! Start eating! *His cheeks puff out before he finds himself smirking, entirely excited at his next jab for Tsubasa*

Or… do you need me to feed it to you, since you’re such a big baby?

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Are you offering?” *She said, head tilting off to the side, finding her own amusement in the other’s jabs.*

“You would know a lot about being a baby, wouldn’t you?” *She retorted back, referring to the other being younger than her. Oh, she’d never not find joy in that fact and would forever hold it over his head. Her jaw went slack her mouth open and eyes shut, waiting to be fed. A spark of embarrassment in the back of her mind but, in the past few months, she’s done plenty of embarrassing things that have kept her up at night. What’s one more?*

*He growls* HEY! Just ‘cause I’m a cusp-grader doesn’t make me a child! Feed your damn self *He shoves a fork full of bread and cream into her mouth, thumb briefly tapping her upper lip*

I’m not offering shit anymore!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She licked her lips with a satisfied hum. Sweet, she noted before feeling a grin, one more suited for the Tsubasa who wore plain t-shirts and shorts back at home. It looked almost out of place on the Tsubasa now, the one who wore skirts and had an attitude. Although, it felt right. The way her eyes slightly creased and sparkled with playful joy at the other's huff. She then opened her mouth once again.*

"For someone who isn't offering me anything anymore, you did comply and feed me.” *She pointed out with a soft giggle. She did slide the fork from the other’s hand and feed herself now, though.*

*He rolls his eyes* Mehhhh don’t be pedantic

*He grabs a tasting fork from his pocket, stealing the sugar coated strawberry garnish from her dish and eating it. Strange since he hasn’t been eating much recently*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She just watched, amused as the other swiped her order from her. She couldn’t find it in herself to be truly upset. Living with Renji had meant she had become acquainted with his eating habits. So if he swiped her food from her, she felt more glad than anything else he was eating at all.*

“Well, that’s wasn’t very kind. I hope you plan on paying for my order if you’re going to be eating it instead of me.” *The words rolling off her tongue in a playful manner. It was just a prod, she was going to pay for in the end. But she could tease, couldn’t she?*

*He choked on his food* NO WAY! That would come out of my paycheck! This is only a tax for being so cruel to me!

*He can’t help but chuckle though, knowing it was only a tease. He drops his mask for a brief moment*

You know, this job isn’t completely garbage when I know I can come back home to you… *he readjusts his garter belt* it’s sill VERY fucking garbage though.

tsukumo-tsubasa

*An her heart skip a beat, god that’s been happening a lot. That was strangely soft of the other to say, and without anything leading up to it? It caught her terribly off guard. Although she could agree with the sentiment.*

“I mean, you’re coming home to THE Tsubasa, so I can’t say I blame you for enjoying it.” *She said with a false arrogance, before grabbing a nearby napkin and wiping the other’s mouth.*

“..It’s nice seeing you at my place so often though.” *She mumbled under her breath before clearing her throat.*

“I will be getting that photo with you though. I’ll frame it, make it my family heirloom, even.” *She teased.*

*He chuckles but it sounds fake* You know I’m just in character right? It’s not that deep… *They both knew this was just his shield, the only time he could actually say how he felt and have an excuse*

And don’t even! You’re not nearly the best person in this room, and our cashier Osaku collects body pillows!

*His voice catches on a groan when he hears about the photo* Don’t you fucking dare! They put heart filters on that shit!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She rolled her eyes at the first comment, not nearly convinced but she knew how it felt to wear a mask. Even when it was slipping, clambering to keep it back on. So she would excuse it, just as Renji did whenever her’s slipped in a similar manner.*

“Body pillows huh.. I want to ask of who but I have a feeling that maybe I’d rather not know.” *She joked before grinning at the other cringing at the thought of her getting a photo.*

“Even better, it’ll make you look extra cute.” *She said with a laugh.*

*He stuck his tongue out in disgust* BLECK! It’s all Loli-shit, and he’s safe for now but he turns 18 in March, ugh.

*He huffs* Don’t even! I’m not cute! *He looks down at her plate* You done eating yet? My shift ends pretty soon.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“All done, yeah.” *She said, and she did consider fighting him on the cute thing. Until it hit her, because why would she fight him on that? She was joking. Teasing even, she didn’t actually think the other was cute.*

*…*

*ANYWAYS. That was a weird train of thought she totally wouldn’t be exploring later but pushing that completely to the side.*

“Picture time.” *She said, mimicking a camera with her hands, even making a soft click click noise as if to sell her point.*

*He sighs* I’m not getting out of this one, am I?

*Clearly not, seeing as 5 minutes later he’s shooting a picture perfect snarl at the camera while Tsubasa holds up a peace sign*

You’re a total bitch, you know that?

tsukumo-tsubasa

“As much as I’d love to agree with you, last time I did, it resulted in a scolding.” *She giggled.*

*After the photo was taken, she practically skipped over to look at it. The product was well.. it was cute, of course. Although she stared at it for a long time with an unreadable expression.*

*The reason being not Renji, who looked ready to punch the nearest person in the photo, but herself. She didn’t look like herself. Her smiled was lopsided, and she looked well. Happy. Legitimately. It was too unfamiliar, not like any of the photos she’d taken before. The one where she looked more like a mannequin if nothing else. She looked too human. Is that how she looked whenever she was with the other? That’s embarrassing.*

“See! We look adorbs!” *She finally said to the other, after snapping out of her daze.*

*He saw the difference too, smiling in that way he did we hen he wasn’t trying to smile, so it just looking like an upside down grin*

You look good, Basa-chan. You look good.

*He smirks* The camera definitely adds 10 pounds though, because that croissant did NOT make you look like a full moon *He’s teasing, of course, but if was his own weird compliment too. To him, people are pretty when they’re full, cause he never ate much.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She made an exaggerated gasping sound, clutching her imaginary pearls at the other’s comment.*

“Never in my 17 years of life has anyone ever said that to me. Go change out your uniform, frames. You’ve momentarily lost your god given privilege to talk to me.” *She said, with a dramatic flair. She had gotten used to falling into this game with the shorter. It was fun, in a way she wouldn’t have predicted before.*

*He fake-sobs* oh NO! Is this true? I really won’t have to deal with your annoying bitch-ass anymore? Why, this deserves an outcry!

*So they squabble and tease until the bill is paid and they leave the building, realizing that they’d have to get back on the subway to get back home.*

So… do we walk or take the chance of talking to Mr Greasy again?

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She physically blue screened at that, she had completely forgotten about the encounter with the creepy man, somehow. She cursed under her breath before sliding her hands into his pockets.*

“It’s going to be a long walk if we do that..” *She mumbled before weighing the pros and cons in her head. There was always a chance they wouldn’t meet him again, but at the same time, the chance wasn’t zero. Just thinking about the guy made her want to sock him dead. But walking back home? In this darkness? Yeah, that’s how you end up on a documentary because you came across some sick weirdo.*

“Unless you want to walk, we should probably take the subway home.” *She said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.*

*He nods, a little trepidation in his step* Aright, let’s do this. *He leaves to change, and when he comes back they head out to the train station, erring on the side of caution*

*They - surprisingly - make it home in one piece, and Renji immediately flips on the couch upon arrival, curling into the fluffy blanket carelessly strewn over the side*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Tsubasa beelined to their room, before return to the curled up Renji in he usually wore around the house. He took out his pigtails but didn’t both putting it into the usual low ponytail so it was strewn wildly on his head.*

*He crouched down, poking the other’s side gently.*

“Are you falling asleep on the couch instead of your room?” *He asked, with an amused expression.*

*He grumbles tiredly* W-wha’s it to you, Grape-for-brains?

*After receiving a pointed look, he mumbles* I’ll sleep in a “real bed” Mom, jesus.

*He stretches, then blinks* Hey, so I’ve just been borrowing your clothes this whole time, do-do you want me to like…. Not? Or are you chill with it, cause I don’t wanna go back to my place for the rest of my bargain bin clothing anyway… *He ignores the fact that he also doesn’t wanna relieve the memories of his moms incident*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Oh. It’s fine, I have enough clothes to go around. We should probably go clothes shopping at some point, though.” *He said, standing back up on his feet.*

“Also because you stole my cardigan last Tuesday and Hitomi-Chan kept swearing up and down it looked like one of mine.” *He snorted. Of course, his ‘friend’ didn’t believe it was his, more that Renji was copying his style. Which was not the case. No one would even entertain the thought they were friendly with each other, so he wasn’t worried about that. Although he didn’t want to risk the possibility still.*

*Renji nods* Cool, cool.

*He cackles at the very idea of copying Tsubasas daily style* What, Angel-chan thought I was twinkmaxxing? Fucking great!

*His laughter tapers out as he thinks of a question* Hey, why’re you like- friends with the people you’re friends with? You don’t exactly talk about them kindly

tsukumo-tsubasa

”Mmm.. I guess it’s just where your dear Cookie-Chan fits the best. Sure, none of us might actually like each other, unsurprisingly, but we fit together. If I left, there’s not anywhere else I could go without looking out of place.” *He said, rather light heartedly for someone who basically admitted to something like he did. Something that didn’t glide off his tongue so easily as it did.*

*It was weird. He was surrounded by so many people and even had a group of friends he hung out with frequently. Yet, he never could form a solid connection and ended up feeling like an outsider, watching his body from a third person perspective.*

*Renji frowns*

But isn’t that exhausting? Imagine if I spent my whole time around those jocks just because I’m also a cops son? More tiring then a Kabukicho shift, that’s for sure

*Renji can’t admit this to anyone, but he finds himself… worried… about Tsubasa. No solid friends, no parents around, just like a carbon copy of him but with a reputation to uphold and grades to push high. The whole thing sounds nerve wracking*

Hey, if you want, I could disguise myself to be one of those dreamy boys so that way I can hang out with you in public. Maybe then you’ll be less of a total pathetic loner? *He tries to joke at the end, but it falls a little flat. Too soon, he thinks*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Tiring, but I feel it’s worth it.” *He said. The second comment made him blink and stare blankly at the other, the silence between them deafening, before covering a laugh with the back of his hands.*

“You’re plenty dreamy already, Nakamura. Get anymore and I might faint.” *He phrased as a joke despite the fact a little voice in the back of his head was pleading for him to stop. Because wow, his ears felt warm as the words escaped him.*

“..But I appreciate the thought.” *He said, with the softest of smiles upturning on the corners of his lips.*

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, it would be way more funny to talk with you in the hall like we’re still enemies! We should totally have a popular girl meets bully beef, that shit would be great, ne?

*He’s grinning ear to ear at the image of Tsubasas friends going pale faced while the 2 exchanges swear words*

tsukumo-tsubasa

”..To my misfortune, I actually see the appeal in that.” *He said, looking off to the side. Besides the reactions it’d get, he’d have an excuse to talk to the other in school.*

*It wouldn’t be wrong to compare Renji to an addictive drug, and how after the first high, you seek it more and more. At first, just seeing him every once a while was enough. Now he saw him everyday at home. Even then, it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to talk to him at school too. Which, was considerably weird as he never actively seeked out another’s attention before. Never had to, but look at her now. Another new experience.*

“Although I think you’d end up getting weird looks afterwards every time my friends passed by you.” *He said, almost scoffing at the idea of his friends scowling at Renji.*

*Renji scoffs* As if I don’t already! One of your pink-haired twerp friends scowls at me in the hall when I didn’t do shit! And one of the black haired girls likes stealing my shoes. People wonder where I get my ideas from, but it should be obvious…

*He blushes suddenly* You know, you’ve kinda been staring at me- for a bit now, actually.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Ah, Sayuri-Chan and Hikari-Chan.” *He responded almost immediately. There was a flicker of hot heat in the back of throat, the type that engulfs your entire body and makes you see red. Although he distinguished it. Sort of, it was still there. Sparks of it.*

”Yeah, sorry about that. They’re.. unique.” *He said, putting it in the kindest way possible to say they were bitches. He made a note of it though, to at least try to stir them clear of Renji’s path in a discreet manner.*

“And I’m only staring because you are. I assumed we were having a staring contest.” *He said in a faux haughty tone, more to cover up the fact that he had been subconsciously staring at the other for who knows how long.*

*Renji rolled his eyes, staring back in a jokingly terrifying way, scleras blown wide*

Mhm, suuuuuuure. We’re totally just having a starjnh contest this whole time.

*He rubs his now dry eyes, blinking. Abruptly, he remembers something*

I have my contact solution and glasses at home… I’ve been wearing the same contacts for weeks! Jesus

tsukumo-tsubasa

”Oh yeah, I haven’t seen frames in a good second.” *He said, tapping the side of his own glasses.*

“We probably don’t have the same prescription, but wanna give them a go?” *He asked with an amused grin.*

“We should also add that to the bucket list of things we should probably buy you.” *He mumbled, ticking it onto the mental one he had been curating over the past week.*

#Writing Project

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

*The shorter boy rolled his eyes*

Have fun being a bum? I have to go to work in an hour… fuckin- what do you even do all day? Studying? That would explain why you get such good grades, but that’s… boring. Ew.

*Renjis eyes narrow*

Ne… you haven’t been to a party all week! Because you haven’t been drunk or annoyed! What gives? Is my lack of a social life finally rubbing off on our poor Kamiyama Kami-sama?

tsukumo-tsubasa

"In fact, I do study all day. Thank you very much." *He said, hands sinking into his pockets.*

"Ah. I've been telling people I've been taking care of a stray kitty, so they've left me alone for now. Plus, it fits my image." *He said, framing his face with his hands. His voice fluctuated as he spoke, not super noticeable but it did happen. From what one could infer, it seemed he usually forced his voice to be higher and softer when out and about, and it'd drop back down when he was at home.*

"Speaking of work, haven't been able to visit your little cafe. Perhaps I'll tail you this time." *He half joked. The thought was appealing though, he did want to see the other in a maid outfit. Not for any odd sorts of reasons, just found the thought to be amusing.*

Mehhhhh…. *He mutters, flopping down onto the couch and clutching a pillow, shoes not even off* I might just skip work, I don’t wanna do shit today.

*He registers the thickly veiled insult*

I AM NOT A CAT! STOP SAYING THAT SHIT!

*Even through his annoyance, he found himself snickering, the vocal fluctuations as hilarious as they are endearing*

You know, I don’t think your voice cracks should be THAT bad, I was a late bloomer and even I didn’t sound like that when I was younger!

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Kitty kitty Nakamura, meow meow.." *He cooed, slinking over to where the other flopped over, crouching down. He rolled his eyes in response to the second comment.*

"Shove offf.. It's because I change how I sound so much. It's subconscious, it'll calm down after a little." *He said, poking the other's arm insistently as if to punish the other for pointing out the odd things going on with his voice. They were all too soft to really hurt or anything though.*

"If you're skipping though, tell me what you want for dinner." *He said. Usually he'd just end up leaving something in the fridge for Renji to eat when he got back home from his shift.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out, shooting up from off the couch* No way am I eating today! You already feed me way too much, and besides I still need the money, so work it is.

*He sighs, leaving to quickly put on his under-dress clothing of a black sleeveless and boxer shorts before putting his shoes and socks back on*

You can tag along if you REALLY want, but my coworkers will annoy the shit out of you, *he mutters*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Coming! Coming!" *He said, shooting up and darting about the house.*

*He switched clothes almost instantly (why was he able to get dressed so fast..) And she was in a turtleneck and a skirt, legging underneath it and high boots.*

*She was actively fixing her hair into her pigtails with curling her lashes, it made her eyes look much bigger. Her glasses were tossed elsewhere, at some point, and before he knew it, The Tsubasa TsukumoTM was standing there in front of him.*

"And I'm ready. And it's whatever, I can take being bothered if it means I get to see you all dressed up." *She grinned.*

*Renji’s heart does that thing, where it flip flops and flutters and plummets all at the same time. On one hand, he couldn’t help but find Tsubasa very pretty, but on the other hand he already sort of missed the masculine side of him. Hm. Renji chooses not to unpack that*

Alright, alright, let’s get moving or I’ll be late.

*Soon, they end up on a train, the back and forth turns of it lulling Renji into a brief nap. That is, until a man sits down next to him. Dark, stringy brown hair, a gaunt face, an old button up and black slacks, eerily skinny limbs, they all make up the face and body of a man that seemed terribly familiar…*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Tsubasa was up, and had already taken liberty of putting Renji's head onto her shoulder while he slept. She had been scrolling her phone. When the man plopped down next to them, she glanced up for only a moment. But something felt odd. She didn't know the guy, but she had this god awful feeling about him.*

*She decided to dismiss it, mostly. Besides the fact one arm had (subconsciously, in her own defense) gone around her.. Renji's, waist. Keeping him close to her person, as she continued to scroll aimlessly, not trying to jostle too much and allow the other to nap.*

*The gaunt man speaks*

Hey… pretty girlie, you two wouldn’t happen to go to Kamiyama High School do you…?

*His voice oozed ill intention, his shoulders hunched and smile wide. Slimy, very very slimy. Renji shuffled closer in his seat subconsciously, whining*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Her eyes narrowed, and the shuffling closer made her heart clench, for multiple reasons. Her arm tightened in response, absolutely NOT was she letting some gooey slimy looking man anywhere near Renji. Or her, I guess. Wow, it seems her priorities might just be a little skewed, but whatever. The question already set off all sort of warnings in her head, and told herself to tread cautiously.*

"Kamiyama? Ah, no. We live in a different prefecture." *She said with a smile. A polite one. One she had perfected just for people like this guy, one's she would rather not be talking to.*

*The man’s eyes narrow*

Are you quite sure…? You both look so familiar! And you’re quite old enough to know not to lie to your elders…

*They’re also old enough to know not to talk to strangers, and yet here they are.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"We are, but I don't believe I'm acquainted well enough with you to tell you where I do or don't attend school." *Her smiled persisted, and so did that passive aggressive attitude. She was the queen when it came to being passive aggressive..*

*The man chuckles*

Ah! What a smart girl… of course, of course. You do not have to tell me anything now, but we will meet again, and when we do you can tell me all about your schooling!

*He tucks a lock of hair behind Renji’s ears, startling the boy awake with a flinch*

Don’t mind me, I’m simply admiring the… beauty… of youth.

*The train stops once again, and the man stands up. He bows slightly, ruffling the hair of a still half-asleep Renji and lightly tapping Tsubasas nose*

This is my stop now, so I will have to be going! I hope you are warmer when I next come…

*He turns around to leave, stopping only one more time. He only leers, staring not at Tsubasas eyes, but lower. Then, he turns away, and as quick as he came, he left.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*There was, in fact, a primal rage that surged into Tsubasa's body when the man decided he could touch Renji. The tap on her nose, she hated it sure, but to touch the very guy she (for some reason, out of the good of her heart? Who knows) felt an incredible amount of protectiveness over almost made her lose her mind. If she wasn't herself, and maybe lacked just a little more sleep, she was sure she would've flew forward without thinking and beaten the brakes off the guy.*

*She was cursing under her breath, before fixing Renji's hair with a clear flame of irritation in her eyes. It was her weird way of attempting to overwrite that touch the man had laid on him. If she fixed the very hair they touched, perhaps it wouldn't be stained by the greasy fingers of a man who looked much too old to be acting the way he did.*

*She caught the gaze, those lecherous eyes falling down her person that made a shiver go up her spine. It'd be a lie to say it was the first, but for some reason, it felt knowing. And that's the part that she didn't like.*

"Sorry you woke up." *She muttered under her breath between curses.*

*Renji swallowed, audibly*

Who- who was that? Do you know him or something?

*He frowns* I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere… maybe a commercial? But he kinda looked like a NEET… *Renji continues to mutter to himself until he notices how shaken Tsubasa looks*

Hey, hey, you’re fine. It’s fine.

tsukumo-tsubasa

"No idea, creepy asshat." *She seethed before taking a breath.*

"Asked about where we went to school, and promised we'd meet again or something along those lines." *She mumbled, her vision that was once so red, seemed to go back to normal at Renji's voice. How crazy was that? That brewing anger was still there but it had gotten pushed down by a soothing wave of calm. That was.. ahem. Weird. Anyways.*

"I thought so too. Can't pinpoint where I've seen him before though." *She muttered and felt a twitch of a smile on her lips.*

"I'm fine. It was creepy sure but uh, I'm not a stranger to creepy guys. I was more angry than distressed." *She said, her hands falling back to her sides, although her arm returned to being locked around the other's waist.*

*Renji nodded, hackles lowering after he assessed the situation safe. His hand went to loop around her waist in reciprocation. “You’re safe too” he wanted to tell her. “You’re protected too”*

So… I can get you free raspberry shit at KiraKira? Everything flavored like that has bomber so it’s basically free *He says, resting his cheek back on her shoulder, hissing at a random passerby changing seats*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Oh? Free? I'm flattered." *She joked, finding the soft hissing coming from the smaller both amusing and also.. and the train of thought ends there actually. God, her brain gets all melty and weird when she hangs around him.*

"Sure, but I really don't mind paying. You know your local cookie-chan has daddy's money." *She said. Speaking of her father, he was very much, still absent. She had been checking around, and apparently everything within the house is still being paid for so he was alive. Where he was? That was a mystery in itself. She would probably mind it more, if it weren't for the fact that last week with Renji going from and to her house with her was comparable to bliss, then she would.*

You should be, *he lectures* if I’m allowing you trade secrets that means I care! Everyone else’s cash is going into my pocket. *He turns his nose up like a snooty cat, a slight smirk on his face*

Speaking of, when will that motherfucker come back with the milk and cigarettes? Jesus, MY dad has probably shown up for me more in my life, and he literally disowned me.

tsukumo-tsubasa

"How very kind of you, doll. I'll make sure to tip you, just for your kindness and all." *She drawled out, her voice dropping down to it's normal pitch for a moment before coming back up, almost seamlessly.*

"No idea, he hasn't picked up any of my calls or messages. But my account still had a steady stream of money and the house is paid for, so I'm honestly living a lot better than most would be." *She shrugged.*

*The lower register made Renji shiver, face glowing in newly acquired warmth*

Huh… so he cares, but he doesn’t care? Where is he, like a business trip? Microphone-chan is decent with tech, she could probably ping him for you.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Oh really? I might consider it that then.” *She hummed. She wanted to know where he was, sure. And she was feeling all sorts of things about him up and leaving without even saying a goodbye, having nothing eluding to the fact he would leave.*

*However, she was.. strangely okay. I mean, she wasn’t at first. That house became exceedingly colder than it usually was without the sound of the TV in the living room from her father watching shitty horror flicks. Every shadow suddenly looked like it had grown limbs and had become twisted monsters that were just waiting for her to fall asleep. And then, Renji was there. And replacing that coldness was an overwhelming warmth she wasn’t.. quite sure what do with..*

“..Later though.” *She said, as she felt the subway come to a stop, shuffling following it.*

*Renji just hums* Alright, Princess.

*After a block, they finally make it to his job, the interior of KiraKira as clean as advertised.*

I gotta go get dressed and shit, but feel free to talk to my coworkers. *A shrug, and then he’s gone*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Don’t take too long.” *She called as he walked away before walking into the cafe. It was actually, pretty nice looking. Her eyes went around, landing on various of Renji’s coworkers. She went ahead and took a seat at one of the many vacant booths. She twirled a lock of her hair around her fingers, humming softly to herself. She could, sure, approach one of the many coworkers of Renji’s. They looked busy at the moment, so she decided to keep to herself. For now, of course.*

*When he came back, his face was red with embarrassment, the full uniform on in his unique shade of orange-y pink*

There, you’ve seen me cross-dressing. Happy now, you purple-haired prick?!

*Some girl with spiky pink and orange hair chided him while she walked by, carrying some lemon-custard thing*

Don’t be like that, Bakamura!! Treat the guests with respect!

*Renji groans* Being a dickhead is LITERALLY my job! Besides, I know her. It’s fine.

*The pinkette grins* A friend of Renji’s? A FRENJI?! *If there was a person equivalent to the expression of a colon-d emoticon, it would be her* THIS IS GREAT!

*Renji rolls his mismatched eyes*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She had to stifle a laugh, as she looked him up and down, her elbow placed on the table and hand propping up her chin.*

“Wasn’t what I was expecting. Color choice is sort of tacky but I can see the appeal.” *She said with her voice purposefully laced in a thick coat of sugar. Oh, she was going to have a field day about this later. But she’s supposed to be the sweet and kind Tsubasa right now, so she would hold back the bubbling giggles in the back of her throat.*

*Her attention turned towards the girl, flashing her the famous perfect girl smile she had practiced to a T before speaking.*

“Pleasure to meet you, Tsukumo Tsubasa.” *She said, nodding her head in a polite manner towards the rather joyful looking girl.*

*Renji growls, covering up the chest window on his front while turning his head away*

I didn’t get to pick it!

*Despite being knee-length, he tugs his skirt lower subconsciously. While he adjusts and readjusts himself to looks as appropriate as one can wearing a kitty-bell choker, the pink haired girl stares at Tsubasa with a pout. Pointing a single, nail-polished index finger at Tsukumo, the girl said*

That smile’s not real! Not at all! Hmph!

*She turns to Renji* The one time it seems like you have a friend, and she’s depressed! WHAT?! This can’t do!

*She turns back to Tsubasa* But don’t worry! I’ll make you smile for REALSIES by the end of your stay! Promise promise! *Her yellow eyes somehow fill with glittery stars. Striking a cute pose, she says*

I’m Minamoto Minaki! It’s a happy day to meet you!

*Renji subtly moves to mumble in Tsubasas ear* Careful cookie-chan, she’s the genki archetype. She’s dumb as shit but she can clock emotions better than anybody else…

tsukumo-tsubasa

*There was a slight falter in her smile when it was pointed out how fake it was. But she quickly recovered. Hearing Renji’s warning, she nodded slightly.*

“Thanks for the warning, dollie.” *She cooed softly, before speaking again but to the girl.*

“Cute name, I could guess what archetype you must be playing from a mile away.” *She said, with another polite smile. Even if the girl knew it was fake, she wouldn’t just lose the mask. It usually didn’t even slip off that easily.*

*She took a menu, looking over the options before glancing at the squirming Renji. Yeah, she’d definitely be getting a picture with him later.*

“Any suggestions, Nakamura?” *She asked with a cocked eyebrow.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out* As if I’d eat the Kira-trash they sell, it’s all so artificial, bleh!

*clearly he was in character, his insults more Tsundere-cutesy, more moe-gap than cruel*

But, if you really care, *he lowers himself so that way his lips were to her ear* the strawberry cream croissants are decent.

*Seeing that Tsubasa was attended to, Minaki left with a wave and a knowing glance to the heterochromic teen*

Take care of that one, Bakamura! She’s a keeper!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*A shiver went down her spine, feeling warm air belonging to the blond hit her ear. It’s fanservice, get it together. That’s what she tried to tell her fluttering heart, anyways.*

*Ignoring the fact she was feeling sort of warm now, she put down the menu. She was.. deciding to not acknowledge Minaki’s comment, her about being a keeper or whatever.*

“Sure, strawberry croissant it is then.” *She nodded, placing her hands on her knees.*

*Renji scoffs* You’re just gonna do exactly as I say? You’re so flaccid…

*He puffs out his cheeks, moving his arms in a way to high light the chest window of his uniform* One strawberry cream croissant for the wimpy pervert, coming right up!

*He turns in his heels and struts away, the bells on his uniform jingling slightly*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Again, had to stifle a laugh in response to Renji’s attitude. Sure, he was usually mean, but not this flavor of it. The jingling bells as he walked off really tied it altogether, as she quickly giggled to herself once he was out of sight.*

*It felt weird. Being out in public with Renji. Sure, they’d see each other at school, but it was usually glances. Talking with him there would probably feel stifling for both of them. So she was used to talking to him, interacting with him purely in the privacy of her home. Where she felt like she could act just.. like herself.*

*It was an unfounded worry that people found out about their.. whatever their relationship would be classified as. It had become something of comfort for her, and to have that torn from her.. she wasn’t sure how she would handle being alone again after getting a taste of the quiet joy which was Renji Nakamura.*

*God, why was she getting sentimental? She shook her head and glanced about the cafe. Taking in Renji’s fellow coworkers, along with easing the irrational fear that someone from their school was there. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t. So she relaxed, ever so slightly.*

*Unbenounced to her, Renji was having his own think session as he rung up the order to their cashier, Osamu, to take over to the chefs*

*It was just so… strange, having someone who he cared about, having someone who cares about him. No matter when he was tired, hurt, sick, alone, he always found her by his side, and he couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. Some fear of her leaving, some hope that she’ll stay, some guilt that she could do better*

*He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his emotional fugue-state when he sees the croissant come into views on the food counter. The orders have to be served warm per Kira guildines, and if he stood by the counter any longer it would start to go cold.*

*He struts back, hips swaying as he carries the order on one hand*

Well, well, lunch is ready! Bon appétit, we worked hard on this! Start eating! *His cheeks puff out before he finds himself smirking, entirely excited at his next jab for Tsubasa*

Or… do you need me to feed it to you, since you’re such a big baby?

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Are you offering?” *She said, head tilting off to the side, finding her own amusement in the other’s jabs.*

“You would know a lot about being a baby, wouldn’t you?” *She retorted back, referring to the other being younger than her. Oh, she’d never not find joy in that fact and would forever hold it over his head. Her jaw went slack her mouth open and eyes shut, waiting to be fed. A spark of embarrassment in the back of her mind but, in the past few months, she’s done plenty of embarrassing things that have kept her up at night. What’s one more?*

*He growls* HEY! Just ‘cause I’m a cusp-grader doesn’t make me a child! Feed your damn self *He shoves a fork full of bread and cream into her mouth, thumb briefly tapping her upper lip*

I’m not offering shit anymore!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She licked her lips with a satisfied hum. Sweet, she noted before feeling a grin, one more suited for the Tsubasa who wore plain t-shirts and shorts back at home. It looked almost out of place on the Tsubasa now, the one who wore skirts and had an attitude. Although, it felt right. The way her eyes slightly creased and sparkled with playful joy at the other's huff. She then opened her mouth once again.*

"For someone who isn't offering me anything anymore, you did comply and feed me.” *She pointed out with a soft giggle. She did slide the fork from the other’s hand and feed herself now, though.*

*He rolls his eyes* Mehhhh don’t be pedantic

*He grabs a tasting fork from his pocket, stealing the sugar coated strawberry garnish from her dish and eating it. Strange since he hasn’t been eating much recently*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She just watched, amused as the other swiped her order from her. She couldn’t find it in herself to be truly upset. Living with Renji had meant she had become acquainted with his eating habits. So if he swiped her food from her, she felt more glad than anything else he was eating at all.*

“Well, that’s wasn’t very kind. I hope you plan on paying for my order if you’re going to be eating it instead of me.” *The words rolling off her tongue in a playful manner. It was just a prod, she was going to pay for in the end. But she could tease, couldn’t she?*

*He choked on his food* NO WAY! That would come out of my paycheck! This is only a tax for being so cruel to me!

*He can’t help but chuckle though, knowing it was only a tease. He drops his mask for a brief moment*

You know, this job isn’t completely garbage when I know I can come back home to you… *he readjusts his garter belt* it’s sill VERY fucking garbage though.

tsukumo-tsubasa

*An her heart skip a beat, god that’s been happening a lot. That was strangely soft of the other to say, and without anything leading up to it? It caught her terribly off guard. Although she could agree with the sentiment.*

“I mean, you’re coming home to THE Tsubasa, so I can’t say I blame you for enjoying it.” *She said with a false arrogance, before grabbing a nearby napkin and wiping the other’s mouth.*

“..It’s nice seeing you at my place so often though.” *She mumbled under her breath before clearing her throat.*

“I will be getting that photo with you though. I’ll frame it, make it my family heirloom, even.” *She teased.*

*He chuckles but it sounds fake* You know I’m just in character right? It’s not that deep… *They both knew this was just his shield, the only time he could actually say how he felt and have an excuse*

And don’t even! You’re not nearly the best person in this room, and our cashier Osaku collects body pillows!

*His voice catches on a groan when he hears about the photo* Don’t you fucking dare! They put heart filters on that shit!

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She rolled her eyes at the first comment, not nearly convinced but she knew how it felt to wear a mask. Even when it was slipping, clambering to keep it back on. So she would excuse it, just as Renji did whenever her’s slipped in a similar manner.*

“Body pillows huh.. I want to ask of who but I have a feeling that maybe I’d rather not know.” *She joked before grinning at the other cringing at the thought of her getting a photo.*

“Even better, it’ll make you look extra cute.” *She said with a laugh.*

*He stuck his tongue out in disgust* BLECK! It’s all Loli-shit, and he’s safe for now but he turns 18 in March, ugh.

*He huffs* Don’t even! I’m not cute! *He looks down at her plate* You done eating yet? My shift ends pretty soon.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“All done, yeah.” *She said, and she did consider fighting him on the cute thing. Until it hit her, because why would she fight him on that? She was joking. Teasing even, she didn’t actually think the other was cute.*

*…*

*ANYWAYS. That was a weird train of thought she totally wouldn’t be exploring later but pushing that completely to the side.*

“Picture time.” *She said, mimicking a camera with her hands, even making a soft click click noise as if to sell her point.*

*He sighs* I’m not getting out of this one, am I?

*Clearly not, seeing as 5 minutes later he’s shooting a picture perfect snarl at the camera while Tsubasa holds up a peace sign*

You’re a total bitch, you know that?

tsukumo-tsubasa

“As much as I’d love to agree with you, last time I did, it resulted in a scolding.” *She giggled.*

*After the photo was taken, she practically skipped over to look at it. The product was well.. it was cute, of course. Although she stared at it for a long time with an unreadable expression.*

*The reason being not Renji, who looked ready to punch the nearest person in the photo, but herself. She didn’t look like herself. Her smiled was lopsided, and she looked well. Happy. Legitimately. It was too unfamiliar, not like any of the photos she’d taken before. The one where she looked more like a mannequin if nothing else. She looked too human. Is that how she looked whenever she was with the other? That’s embarrassing.*

“See! We look adorbs!” *She finally said to the other, after snapping out of her daze.*

*He saw the difference too, smiling in that way he did we hen he wasn’t trying to smile, so it just looking like an upside down grin*

You look good, Basa-chan. You look good.

*He smirks* The camera definitely adds 10 pounds though, because that croissant did NOT make you look like a full moon *He’s teasing, of course, but if was his own weird compliment too. To him, people are pretty when they’re full, cause he never ate much.*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She made an exaggerated gasping sound, clutching her imaginary pearls at the other’s comment.*

“Never in my 17 years of life has anyone ever said that to me. Go change out your uniform, frames. You’ve momentarily lost your god given privilege to talk to me.” *She said, with a dramatic flair. She had gotten used to falling into this game with the shorter. It was fun, in a way she wouldn’t have predicted before.*

*He fake-sobs* oh NO! Is this true? I really won’t have to deal with your annoying bitch-ass anymore? Why, this deserves an outcry!

*So they squabble and tease until the bill is paid and they leave the building, realizing that they’d have to get back on the subway to get back home.*

So… do we walk or take the chance of talking to Mr Greasy again?

tsukumo-tsubasa

*She physically blue screened at that, she had completely forgotten about the encounter with the creepy man, somehow. She cursed under her breath before sliding her hands into his pockets.*

“It’s going to be a long walk if we do that..” *She mumbled before weighing the pros and cons in her head. There was always a chance they wouldn’t meet him again, but at the same time, the chance wasn’t zero. Just thinking about the guy made her want to sock him dead. But walking back home? In this darkness? Yeah, that’s how you end up on a documentary because you came across some sick weirdo.*

“Unless you want to walk, we should probably take the subway home.” *She said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.*

*He nods, a little trepidation in his step* Aright, let’s do this. *He leaves to change, and when he comes back they head out to the train station, erring on the side of caution*

*They - surprisingly - make it home in one piece, and Renji immediately flips on the couch upon arrival, curling into the fluffy blanket carelessly strewn over the side*

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Tsubasa beelined to their room, before return to the curled up Renji in he usually wore around the house. He took out his pigtails but didn’t both putting it into the usual low ponytail so it was strewn wildly on his head.*

*He crouched down, poking the other’s side gently.*

“Are you falling asleep on the couch instead of your room?” *He asked, with an amused expression.*

*He grumbles tiredly* W-wha’s it to you, Grape-for-brains?

*After receiving a pointed look, he mumbles* I’ll sleep in a “real bed” Mom, jesus.

*He stretches, then blinks* Hey, so I’ve just been borrowing your clothes this whole time, do-do you want me to like…. Not? Or are you chill with it, cause I don’t wanna go back to my place for the rest of my bargain bin clothing anyway… *He ignores the fact that he also doesn’t wanna relieve the memories of his moms incident*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Oh. It’s fine, I have enough clothes to go around. We should probably go clothes shopping at some point, though.” *He said, standing back up on his feet.*

“Also because you stole my cardigan last Tuesday and Hitomi-Chan kept swearing up and down it looked like one of mine.” *He snorted. Of course, his ‘friend’ didn’t believe it was his, more that Renji was copying his style. Which was not the case. No one would even entertain the thought they were friendly with each other, so he wasn’t worried about that. Although he didn’t want to risk the possibility still.*

*Renji nods* Cool, cool.

*He cackles at the very idea of copying Tsubasas daily style* What, Angel-chan thought I was twinkmaxxing? Fucking great!

*His laughter tapers out as he thinks of a question* Hey, why’re you like- friends with the people you’re friends with? You don’t exactly talk about them kindly

tsukumo-tsubasa

”Mmm.. I guess it’s just where your dear Cookie-Chan fits the best. Sure, none of us might actually like each other, unsurprisingly, but we fit together. If I left, there’s not anywhere else I could go without looking out of place.” *He said, rather light heartedly for someone who basically admitted to something like he did. Something that didn’t glide off his tongue so easily as it did.*

*It was weird. He was surrounded by so many people and even had a group of friends he hung out with frequently. Yet, he never could form a solid connection and ended up feeling like an outsider, watching his body from a third person perspective.*

*Renji frowns*

But isn’t that exhausting? Imagine if I spent my whole time around those jocks just because I’m also a cops son? More tiring then a Kabukicho shift, that’s for sure

*Renji can’t admit this to anyone, but he finds himself… worried… about Tsubasa. No solid friends, no parents around, just like a carbon copy of him but with a reputation to uphold and grades to push high. The whole thing sounds nerve wracking*

Hey, if you want, I could disguise myself to be one of those dreamy boys so that way I can hang out with you in public. Maybe then you’ll be less of a total pathetic loner? *He tries to joke at the end, but it falls a little flat. Too soon, he thinks*

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Tiring, but I feel it’s worth it.” *He said. The second comment made him blink and stare blankly at the other, the silence between them deafening, before covering a laugh with the back of his hands.*

“You’re plenty dreamy already, Nakamura. Get anymore and I might faint.” *He phrased as a joke despite the fact a little voice in the back of his head was pleading for him to stop. Because wow, his ears felt warm as the words escaped him.*

“..But I appreciate the thought.” *He said, with the softest of smiles upturning on the corners of his lips.*

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, it would be way more funny to talk with you in the hall like we’re still enemies! We should totally have a popular girl meets bully beef, that shit would be great, ne?

*He’s grinning ear to ear at the image of Tsubasas friends going pale faced while the 2 exchanges swear words*

tsukumo-tsubasa

”..To my misfortune, I actually see the appeal in that.” *He said, looking off to the side. Besides the reactions it’d get, he’d have an excuse to talk to the other in school.*

*It wouldn’t be wrong to compare Renji to an addictive drug, and how after the first high, you seek it more and more. At first, just seeing him every once a while was enough. Now he saw him everyday at home. Even then, it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to talk to him at school too. Which, was considerably weird as he never actively seeked out another’s attention before. Never had to, but look at her now. Another new experience.*

“Although I think you’d end up getting weird looks afterwards every time my friends passed by you.” *He said, almost scoffing at the idea of his friends scowling at Renji.*

*Renji scoffs* As if I don’t already! One of your pink-haired twerp friends scowls at me in the hall when I didn’t do shit! And one of the black haired girls likes stealing my shoes. People wonder where I get my ideas from, but it should be obvious…

*He blushes suddenly* You know, you’ve kinda been staring at me- for a bit now, actually.

tsukumo-tsubasa

“Ah, Sayuri-Chan and Hikari-Chan.” *He responded almost immediately. There was a flicker of hot heat in the back of throat, the type that engulfs your entire body and makes you see red. Although he distinguished it. Sort of, it was still there. Sparks of it.*

”Yeah, sorry about that. They’re.. unique.” *He said, putting it in the kindest way possible to say they were bitches. He made a note of it though, to at least try to stir them clear of Renji’s path in a discreet manner.*

“And I’m only staring because you are. I assumed we were having a staring contest.” *He said in a faux haughty tone, more to cover up the fact that he had been subconsciously staring at the other for who knows how long.*

#Writing Project

tsukumo-tsubasa

*Renji comes home from a long day at school and a longer day at detention, looking ready to droop. With no updates on his mom’s status besides the doctor’s infrequent calls of “she’s still alive, hon’!”, his dad having apparently blocked his number, and his teachers starting to ask more and more questions, he’s been stressed*

Knock, knock! I’m hooooome, Cookie-kun…

*The door flung open after a few moments, and the out of school Tsubasa showed himself. After living together for.. maybe a week now? He had gotten quickly used to just dressing how he did when no one else around. Usually that meant plain white t-shirts and large black pants.*

*His blue framed glassed hung from the tip of his nose, and his hair was in the same low ponytail it always was once he was in the comfort of his own home.*

"Look who decided to show? Have fun clapping erasers, Na-Ka-Mur-A?" *He snorted, stepping back from the doorway and allowing the other into the house.*

*The shorter boy rolled his eyes*

Have fun being a bum? I have to go to work in an hour… fuckin- what do you even do all day? Studying? That would explain why you get such good grades, but that’s… boring. Ew.

*Renjis eyes narrow*

Ne… you haven’t been to a party all week! Because you haven’t been drunk or annoyed! What gives? Is my lack of a social life finally rubbing off on our poor Kamiyama Kami-sama?

tsukumo-tsubasa

"In fact, I do study all day. Thank you very much." *He said, hands sinking into his pockets.*

"Ah. I've been telling people I've been taking care of a stray kitty, so they've left me alone for now. Plus, it fits my image." *He said, framing his face with his hands. His voice fluctuated as he spoke, not super noticeable but it did happen. From what one could infer, it seemed he usually forced his voice to be higher and softer when out and about, and it'd drop back down when he was at home.*

"Speaking of work, haven't been able to visit your little cafe. Perhaps I'll tail you this time." *He half joked. The thought was appealing though, he did want to see the other in a maid outfit. Not for any odd sorts of reasons, just found the thought to be amusing.*

Mehhhhh…. *He mutters, flopping down onto the couch and clutching a pillow, shoes not even off* I might just skip work, I don’t wanna do shit today.

*He registers the thickly veiled insult*

I AM NOT A CAT! STOP SAYING THAT SHIT!

*Even through his annoyance, he found himself snickering, the vocal fluctuations as hilarious as they are endearing*

You know, I don’t think your voice cracks should be THAT bad, I was a late bloomer and even I didn’t sound like that when I was younger!

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Kitty kitty Nakamura, meow meow.." *He cooed, slinking over to where the other flopped over, crouching down. He rolled his eyes in response to the second comment.*

"Shove offf.. It's because I change how I sound so much. It's subconscious, it'll calm down after a little." *He said, poking the other's arm insistently as if to punish the other for pointing out the odd things going on with his voice. They were all too soft to really hurt or anything though.*

"If you're skipping though, tell me what you want for dinner." *He said. Usually he'd just end up leaving something in the fridge for Renji to eat when he got back home from his shift.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out, shooting up from off the couch* No way am I eating today! You already feed me way too much, and besides I still need the money, so work it is.

*He sighs, leaving to quickly put on his under-dress clothing of a black sleeveless and boxer shorts before putting his shoes and socks back on*

You can tag along if you REALLY want, but my coworkers will annoy the shit out of you, *he mutters*

tsukumo-tsubasa

"Coming! Coming!" *He said, shooting up and darting about the house.*

*He switched clothes almost instantly (why was he able to get dressed so fast..) And she was in a turtleneck and a skirt, legging underneath it and high boots.*

*She was actively fixing her hair into her pigtails with curling her lashes, it made her eyes look much bigger. Her glasses were tossed elsewhere, at some point, and before he knew it, The Tsubasa TsukumoTM was standing there in front of him.*

"And I'm ready. And it's whatever, I can take being bothered if it means I get to see you all dressed up." *She grinned.*

*Renji’s heart does that thing, where it flip flops and flutters and plummets all at the same time. On one hand, he couldn’t help but find Tsubasa very pretty, but on the other hand he already sort of missed the masculine side of him. Hm. Renji chooses not to unpack that*

Alright, alright, let’s get moving or I’ll be late.

*Soon, they end up on a train, the back and forth turns of it lulling Renji into a brief nap. That is, until a man sits down next to him. Dark, stringy brown hair, a gaunt face, an old button up and black slacks, eerily skinny limbs, they all make up the face and body of a man that seemed terribly familiar…*

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*Tsubasa was up, and had already taken liberty of putting Renji's head onto her shoulder while he slept. She had been scrolling her phone. When the man plopped down next to them, she glanced up for only a moment. But something felt odd. She didn't know the guy, but she had this god awful feeling about him.*

*She decided to dismiss it, mostly. Besides the fact one arm had (subconsciously, in her own defense) gone around her.. Renji's, waist. Keeping him close to her person, as she continued to scroll aimlessly, not trying to jostle too much and allow the other to nap.*

*The gaunt man speaks*

Hey… pretty girlie, you two wouldn’t happen to go to Kamiyama High School do you…?

*His voice oozed ill intention, his shoulders hunched and smile wide. Slimy, very very slimy. Renji shuffled closer in his seat subconsciously, whining*

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*Her eyes narrowed, and the shuffling closer made her heart clench, for multiple reasons. Her arm tightened in response, absolutely NOT was she letting some gooey slimy looking man anywhere near Renji. Or her, I guess. Wow, it seems her priorities might just be a little skewed, but whatever. The question already set off all sort of warnings in her head, and told herself to tread cautiously.*

"Kamiyama? Ah, no. We live in a different prefecture." *She said with a smile. A polite one. One she had perfected just for people like this guy, one's she would rather not be talking to.*

*The man’s eyes narrow*

Are you quite sure…? You both look so familiar! And you’re quite old enough to know not to lie to your elders…

*They’re also old enough to know not to talk to strangers, and yet here they are.*

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"We are, but I don't believe I'm acquainted well enough with you to tell you where I do or don't attend school." *Her smiled persisted, and so did that passive aggressive attitude. She was the queen when it came to being passive aggressive..*

*The man chuckles*

Ah! What a smart girl… of course, of course. You do not have to tell me anything now, but we will meet again, and when we do you can tell me all about your schooling!

*He tucks a lock of hair behind Renji’s ears, startling the boy awake with a flinch*

Don’t mind me, I’m simply admiring the… beauty… of youth.

*The train stops once again, and the man stands up. He bows slightly, ruffling the hair of a still half-asleep Renji and lightly tapping Tsubasas nose*

This is my stop now, so I will have to be going! I hope you are warmer when I next come…

*He turns around to leave, stopping only one more time. He only leers, staring not at Tsubasas eyes, but lower. Then, he turns away, and as quick as he came, he left.*

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*There was, in fact, a primal rage that surged into Tsubasa's body when the man decided he could touch Renji. The tap on her nose, she hated it sure, but to touch the very guy she (for some reason, out of the good of her heart? Who knows) felt an incredible amount of protectiveness over almost made her lose her mind. If she wasn't herself, and maybe lacked just a little more sleep, she was sure she would've flew forward without thinking and beaten the brakes off the guy.*

*She was cursing under her breath, before fixing Renji's hair with a clear flame of irritation in her eyes. It was her weird way of attempting to overwrite that touch the man had laid on him. If she fixed the very hair they touched, perhaps it wouldn't be stained by the greasy fingers of a man who looked much too old to be acting the way he did.*

*She caught the gaze, those lecherous eyes falling down her person that made a shiver go up her spine. It'd be a lie to say it was the first, but for some reason, it felt knowing. And that's the part that she didn't like.*

"Sorry you woke up." *She muttered under her breath between curses.*

*Renji swallowed, audibly*

Who- who was that? Do you know him or something?

*He frowns* I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere… maybe a commercial? But he kinda looked like a NEET… *Renji continues to mutter to himself until he notices how shaken Tsubasa looks*

Hey, hey, you’re fine. It’s fine.

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"No idea, creepy asshat." *She seethed before taking a breath.*

"Asked about where we went to school, and promised we'd meet again or something along those lines." *She mumbled, her vision that was once so red, seemed to go back to normal at Renji's voice. How crazy was that? That brewing anger was still there but it had gotten pushed down by a soothing wave of calm. That was.. ahem. Weird. Anyways.*

"I thought so too. Can't pinpoint where I've seen him before though." *She muttered and felt a twitch of a smile on her lips.*

"I'm fine. It was creepy sure but uh, I'm not a stranger to creepy guys. I was more angry than distressed." *She said, her hands falling back to her sides, although her arm returned to being locked around the other's waist.*

*Renji nodded, hackles lowering after he assessed the situation safe. His hand went to loop around her waist in reciprocation. “You’re safe too” he wanted to tell her. “You’re protected too”*

So… I can get you free raspberry shit at KiraKira? Everything flavored like that has bomber so it’s basically free *He says, resting his cheek back on her shoulder, hissing at a random passerby changing seats*

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"Oh? Free? I'm flattered." *She joked, finding the soft hissing coming from the smaller both amusing and also.. and the train of thought ends there actually. God, her brain gets all melty and weird when she hangs around him.*

"Sure, but I really don't mind paying. You know your local cookie-chan has daddy's money." *She said. Speaking of her father, he was very much, still absent. She had been checking around, and apparently everything within the house is still being paid for so he was alive. Where he was? That was a mystery in itself. She would probably mind it more, if it weren't for the fact that last week with Renji going from and to her house with her was comparable to bliss, then she would.*

You should be, *he lectures* if I’m allowing you trade secrets that means I care! Everyone else’s cash is going into my pocket. *He turns his nose up like a snooty cat, a slight smirk on his face*

Speaking of, when will that motherfucker come back with the milk and cigarettes? Jesus, MY dad has probably shown up for me more in my life, and he literally disowned me.

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"How very kind of you, doll. I'll make sure to tip you, just for your kindness and all." *She drawled out, her voice dropping down to it's normal pitch for a moment before coming back up, almost seamlessly.*

"No idea, he hasn't picked up any of my calls or messages. But my account still had a steady stream of money and the house is paid for, so I'm honestly living a lot better than most would be." *She shrugged.*

*The lower register made Renji shiver, face glowing in newly acquired warmth*

Huh… so he cares, but he doesn’t care? Where is he, like a business trip? Microphone-chan is decent with tech, she could probably ping him for you.

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“Oh really? I might consider it that then.” *She hummed. She wanted to know where he was, sure. And she was feeling all sorts of things about him up and leaving without even saying a goodbye, having nothing eluding to the fact he would leave.*

*However, she was.. strangely okay. I mean, she wasn’t at first. That house became exceedingly colder than it usually was without the sound of the TV in the living room from her father watching shitty horror flicks. Every shadow suddenly looked like it had grown limbs and had become twisted monsters that were just waiting for her to fall asleep. And then, Renji was there. And replacing that coldness was an overwhelming warmth she wasn’t.. quite sure what do with..*

“..Later though.” *She said, as she felt the subway come to a stop, shuffling following it.*

*Renji just hums* Alright, Princess.

*After a block, they finally make it to his job, the interior of KiraKira as clean as advertised.*

I gotta go get dressed and shit, but feel free to talk to my coworkers. *A shrug, and then he’s gone*

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“Don’t take too long.” *She called as he walked away before walking into the cafe. It was actually, pretty nice looking. Her eyes went around, landing on various of Renji’s coworkers. She went ahead and took a seat at one of the many vacant booths. She twirled a lock of her hair around her fingers, humming softly to herself. She could, sure, approach one of the many coworkers of Renji’s. They looked busy at the moment, so she decided to keep to herself. For now, of course.*

*When he came back, his face was red with embarrassment, the full uniform on in his unique shade of orange-y pink*

There, you’ve seen me cross-dressing. Happy now, you purple-haired prick?!

*Some girl with spiky pink and orange hair chided him while she walked by, carrying some lemon-custard thing*

Don’t be like that, Bakamura!! Treat the guests with respect!

*Renji groans* Being a dickhead is LITERALLY my job! Besides, I know her. It’s fine.

*The pinkette grins* A friend of Renji’s? A FRENJI?! *If there was a person equivalent to the expression of a colon-d emoticon, it would be her* THIS IS GREAT!

*Renji rolls his mismatched eyes*

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*She had to stifle a laugh, as she looked him up and down, her elbow placed on the table and hand propping up her chin.*

“Wasn’t what I was expecting. Color choice is sort of tacky but I can see the appeal.” *She said with her voice purposefully laced in a thick coat of sugar. Oh, she was going to have a field day about this later. But she’s supposed to be the sweet and kind Tsubasa right now, so she would hold back the bubbling giggles in the back of her throat.*

*Her attention turned towards the girl, flashing her the famous perfect girl smile she had practiced to a T before speaking.*

“Pleasure to meet you, Tsukumo Tsubasa.” *She said, nodding her head in a polite manner towards the rather joyful looking girl.*

*Renji growls, covering up the chest window on his front while turning his head away*

I didn’t get to pick it!

*Despite being knee-length, he tugs his skirt lower subconsciously. While he adjusts and readjusts himself to looks as appropriate as one can wearing a kitty-bell choker, the pink haired girl stares at Tsubasa with a pout. Pointing a single, nail-polished index finger at Tsukumo, the girl said*

That smile’s not real! Not at all! Hmph!

*She turns to Renji* The one time it seems like you have a friend, and she’s depressed! WHAT?! This can’t do!

*She turns back to Tsubasa* But don’t worry! I’ll make you smile for REALSIES by the end of your stay! Promise promise! *Her yellow eyes somehow fill with glittery stars. Striking a cute pose, she says*

I’m Minamoto Minaki! It’s a happy day to meet you!

*Renji subtly moves to mumble in Tsubasas ear* Careful cookie-chan, she’s the genki archetype. She’s dumb as shit but she can clock emotions better than anybody else…

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*There was a slight falter in her smile when it was pointed out how fake it was. But she quickly recovered. Hearing Renji’s warning, she nodded slightly.*

“Thanks for the warning, dollie.” *She cooed softly, before speaking again but to the girl.*

“Cute name, I could guess what archetype you must be playing from a mile away.” *She said, with another polite smile. Even if the girl knew it was fake, she wouldn’t just lose the mask. It usually didn’t even slip off that easily.*

*She took a menu, looking over the options before glancing at the squirming Renji. Yeah, she’d definitely be getting a picture with him later.*

“Any suggestions, Nakamura?” *She asked with a cocked eyebrow.*

*Renji stuck his tongue out* As if I’d eat the Kira-trash they sell, it’s all so artificial, bleh!

*clearly he was in character, his insults more Tsundere-cutesy, more moe-gap than cruel*

But, if you really care, *he lowers himself so that way his lips were to her ear* the strawberry cream croissants are decent.

*Seeing that Tsubasa was attended to, Minaki left with a wave and a knowing glance to the heterochromic teen*

Take care of that one, Bakamura! She’s a keeper!

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*A shiver went down her spine, feeling warm air belonging to the blond hit her ear. It’s fanservice, get it together. That’s what she tried to tell her fluttering heart, anyways.*

*Ignoring the fact she was feeling sort of warm now, she put down the menu. She was.. deciding to not acknowledge Minaki’s comment, her about being a keeper or whatever.*

“Sure, strawberry croissant it is then.” *She nodded, placing her hands on her knees.*

*Renji scoffs* You’re just gonna do exactly as I say? You’re so flaccid…

*He puffs out his cheeks, moving his arms in a way to high light the chest window of his uniform* One strawberry cream croissant for the wimpy pervert, coming right up!

*He turns in his heels and struts away, the bells on his uniform jingling slightly*

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*Again, had to stifle a laugh in response to Renji’s attitude. Sure, he was usually mean, but not this flavor of it. The jingling bells as he walked off really tied it altogether, as she quickly giggled to herself once he was out of sight.*

*It felt weird. Being out in public with Renji. Sure, they’d see each other at school, but it was usually glances. Talking with him there would probably feel stifling for both of them. So she was used to talking to him, interacting with him purely in the privacy of her home. Where she felt like she could act just.. like herself.*

*It was an unfounded worry that people found out about their.. whatever their relationship would be classified as. It had become something of comfort for her, and to have that torn from her.. she wasn’t sure how she would handle being alone again after getting a taste of the quiet joy which was Renji Nakamura.*

*God, why was she getting sentimental? She shook her head and glanced about the cafe. Taking in Renji’s fellow coworkers, along with easing the irrational fear that someone from their school was there. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t. So she relaxed, ever so slightly.*

*Unbenounced to her, Renji was having his own think session as he rung up the order to their cashier, Osamu, to take over to the chefs*

*It was just so… strange, having someone who he cared about, having someone who cares about him. No matter when he was tired, hurt, sick, alone, he always found her by his side, and he couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. Some fear of her leaving, some hope that she’ll stay, some guilt that she could do better*

*He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his emotional fugue-state when he sees the croissant come into views on the food counter. The orders have to be served warm per Kira guildines, and if he stood by the counter any longer it would start to go cold.*

*He struts back, hips swaying as he carries the order on one hand*

Well, well, lunch is ready! Bon appétit, we worked hard on this! Start eating! *His cheeks puff out before he finds himself smirking, entirely excited at his next jab for Tsubasa*

Or… do you need me to feed it to you, since you’re such a big baby?

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“Are you offering?” *She said, head tilting off to the side, finding her own amusement in the other’s jabs.*

“You would know a lot about being a baby, wouldn’t you?” *She retorted back, referring to the other being younger than her. Oh, she’d never not find joy in that fact and would forever hold it over his head. Her jaw went slack her mouth open and eyes shut, waiting to be fed. A spark of embarrassment in the back of her mind but, in the past few months, she’s done plenty of embarrassing things that have kept her up at night. What’s one more?*

*He growls* HEY! Just ‘cause I’m a cusp-grader doesn’t make me a child! Feed your damn self *He shoves a fork full of bread and cream into her mouth, thumb briefly tapping her upper lip*

I’m not offering shit anymore!

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*She licked her lips with a satisfied hum. Sweet, she noted before feeling a grin, one more suited for the Tsubasa who wore plain t-shirts and shorts back at home. It looked almost out of place on the Tsubasa now, the one who wore skirts and had an attitude. Although, it felt right. The way her eyes slightly creased and sparkled with playful joy at the other's huff. She then opened her mouth once again.*

"For someone who isn't offering me anything anymore, you did comply and feed me.” *She pointed out with a soft giggle. She did slide the fork from the other’s hand and feed herself now, though.*

*He rolls his eyes* Mehhhh don’t be pedantic

*He grabs a tasting fork from his pocket, stealing the sugar coated strawberry garnish from her dish and eating it. Strange since he hasn’t been eating much recently*

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*She just watched, amused as the other swiped her order from her. She couldn’t find it in herself to be truly upset. Living with Renji had meant she had become acquainted with his eating habits. So if he swiped her food from her, she felt more glad than anything else he was eating at all.*

“Well, that’s wasn’t very kind. I hope you plan on paying for my order if you’re going to be eating it instead of me.” *The words rolling off her tongue in a playful manner. It was just a prod, she was going to pay for in the end. But she could tease, couldn’t she?*

*He choked on his food* NO WAY! That would come out of my paycheck! This is only a tax for being so cruel to me!

*He can’t help but chuckle though, knowing it was only a tease. He drops his mask for a brief moment*

You know, this job isn’t completely garbage when I know I can come back home to you… *he readjusts his garter belt* it’s sill VERY fucking garbage though.

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*An her heart skip a beat, god that’s been happening a lot. That was strangely soft of the other to say, and without anything leading up to it? It caught her terribly off guard. Although she could agree with the sentiment.*

“I mean, you’re coming home to THE Tsubasa, so I can’t say I blame you for enjoying it.” *She said with a false arrogance, before grabbing a nearby napkin and wiping the other’s mouth.*

“..It’s nice seeing you at my place so often though.” *She mumbled under her breath before clearing her throat.*

“I will be getting that photo with you though. I’ll frame it, make it my family heirloom, even.” *She teased.*

*He chuckles but it sounds fake* You know I’m just in character right? It’s not that deep… *They both knew this was just his shield, the only time he could actually say how he felt and have an excuse*

And don’t even! You’re not nearly the best person in this room, and our cashier Osaku collects body pillows!

*His voice catches on a groan when he hears about the photo* Don’t you fucking dare! They put heart filters on that shit!

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*She rolled her eyes at the first comment, not nearly convinced but she knew how it felt to wear a mask. Even when it was slipping, clambering to keep it back on. So she would excuse it, just as Renji did whenever her’s slipped in a similar manner.*

“Body pillows huh.. I want to ask of who but I have a feeling that maybe I’d rather not know.” *She joked before grinning at the other cringing at the thought of her getting a photo.*

“Even better, it’ll make you look extra cute.” *She said with a laugh.*

*He stuck his tongue out in disgust* BLECK! It’s all Loli-shit, and he’s safe for now but he turns 18 in March, ugh.

*He huffs* Don’t even! I’m not cute! *He looks down at her plate* You done eating yet? My shift ends pretty soon.

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“All done, yeah.” *She said, and she did consider fighting him on the cute thing. Until it hit her, because why would she fight him on that? She was joking. Teasing even, she didn’t actually think the other was cute.*

*…*

*ANYWAYS. That was a weird train of thought she totally wouldn’t be exploring later but pushing that completely to the side.*

“Picture time.” *She said, mimicking a camera with her hands, even making a soft click click noise as if to sell her point.*

*He sighs* I’m not getting out of this one, am I?

*Clearly not, seeing as 5 minutes later he’s shooting a picture perfect snarl at the camera while Tsubasa holds up a peace sign*

You’re a total bitch, you know that?

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“As much as I’d love to agree with you, last time I did, it resulted in a scolding.” *She giggled.*

*After the photo was taken, she practically skipped over to look at it. The product was well.. it was cute, of course. Although she stared at it for a long time with an unreadable expression.*

*The reason being not Renji, who looked ready to punch the nearest person in the photo, but herself. She didn’t look like herself. Her smiled was lopsided, and she looked well. Happy. Legitimately. It was too unfamiliar, not like any of the photos she’d taken before. The one where she looked more like a mannequin if nothing else. She looked too human. Is that how she looked whenever she was with the other? That’s embarrassing.*

“See! We look adorbs!” *She finally said to the other, after snapping out of her daze.*

*He saw the difference too, smiling in that way he did we hen he wasn’t trying to smile, so it just looking like an upside down grin*

You look good, Basa-chan. You look good.

*He smirks* The camera definitely adds 10 pounds though, because that croissant did NOT make you look like a full moon *He’s teasing, of course, but if was his own weird compliment too. To him, people are pretty when they’re full, cause he never ate much.*

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*She made an exaggerated gasping sound, clutching her imaginary pearls at the other’s comment.*

“Never in my 17 years of life has anyone ever said that to me. Go change out your uniform, frames. You’ve momentarily lost your god given privilege to talk to me.” *She said, with a dramatic flair. She had gotten used to falling into this game with the shorter. It was fun, in a way she wouldn’t have predicted before.*

*He fake-sobs* oh NO! Is this true? I really won’t have to deal with your annoying bitch-ass anymore? Why, this deserves an outcry!

*So they squabble and tease until the bill is paid and they leave the building, realizing that they’d have to get back on the subway to get back home.*

So… do we walk or take the chance of talking to Mr Greasy again?

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*She physically blue screened at that, she had completely forgotten about the encounter with the creepy man, somehow. She cursed under her breath before sliding her hands into his pockets.*

“It’s going to be a long walk if we do that..” *She mumbled before weighing the pros and cons in her head. There was always a chance they wouldn’t meet him again, but at the same time, the chance wasn’t zero. Just thinking about the guy made her want to sock him dead. But walking back home? In this darkness? Yeah, that’s how you end up on a documentary because you came across some sick weirdo.*

“Unless you want to walk, we should probably take the subway home.” *She said, running a hand through her hair in frustration.*

*He nods, a little trepidation in his step* Aright, let’s do this. *He leaves to change, and when he comes back they head out to the train station, erring on the side of caution*

*They - surprisingly - make it home in one piece, and Renji immediately flips on the couch upon arrival, curling into the fluffy blanket carelessly strewn over the side*

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*Tsubasa beelined to their room, before return to the curled up Renji in he usually wore around the house. He took out his pigtails but didn’t both putting it into the usual low ponytail so it was strewn wildly on his head.*

*He crouched down, poking the other’s side gently.*

“Are you falling asleep on the couch instead of your room?” *He asked, with an amused expression.*

*He grumbles tiredly* W-wha’s it to you, Grape-for-brains?

*After receiving a pointed look, he mumbles* I’ll sleep in a “real bed” Mom, jesus.

*He stretches, then blinks* Hey, so I’ve just been borrowing your clothes this whole time, do-do you want me to like…. Not? Or are you chill with it, cause I don’t wanna go back to my place for the rest of my bargain bin clothing anyway… *He ignores the fact that he also doesn’t wanna relieve the memories of his moms incident*

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“Oh. It’s fine, I have enough clothes to go around. We should probably go clothes shopping at some point, though.” *He said, standing back up on his feet.*

“Also because you stole my cardigan last Tuesday and Hitomi-Chan kept swearing up and down it looked like one of mine.” *He snorted. Of course, his ‘friend’ didn’t believe it was his, more that Renji was copying his style. Which was not the case. No one would even entertain the thought they were friendly with each other, so he wasn’t worried about that. Although he didn’t want to risk the possibility still.*

*Renji nods* Cool, cool.

*He cackles at the very idea of copying Tsubasas daily style* What, Angel-chan thought I was twinkmaxxing? Fucking great!

*His laughter tapers out as he thinks of a question* Hey, why’re you like- friends with the people you’re friends with? You don’t exactly talk about them kindly

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”Mmm.. I guess it’s just where your dear Cookie-Chan fits the best. Sure, none of us might actually like each other, unsurprisingly, but we fit together. If I left, there’s not anywhere else I could go without looking out of place.” *He said, rather light heartedly for someone who basically admitted to something like he did. Something that didn’t glide off his tongue so easily as it did.*

*It was weird. He was surrounded by so many people and even had a group of friends he hung out with frequently. Yet, he never could form a solid connection and ended up feeling like an outsider, watching his body from a third person perspective.*

*Renji frowns*

But isn’t that exhausting? Imagine if I spent my whole time around those jocks just because I’m also a cops son? More tiring then a Kabukicho shift, that’s for sure

*Renji can’t admit this to anyone, but he finds himself… worried… about Tsubasa. No solid friends, no parents around, just like a carbon copy of him but with a reputation to uphold and grades to push high. The whole thing sounds nerve wracking*

Hey, if you want, I could disguise myself to be one of those dreamy boys so that way I can hang out with you in public. Maybe then you’ll be less of a total pathetic loner? *He tries to joke at the end, but it falls a little flat. Too soon, he thinks*

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“Tiring, but I feel it’s worth it.” *He said. The second comment made him blink and stare blankly at the other, the silence between them deafening, before covering a laugh with the back of his hands.*

“You’re plenty dreamy already, Nakamura. Get anymore and I might faint.” *He phrased as a joke despite the fact a little voice in the back of his head was pleading for him to stop. Because wow, his ears felt warm as the words escaped him.*

“..But I appreciate the thought.” *He said, with the softest of smiles upturning on the corners of his lips.*

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, it would be way more funny to talk with you in the hall like we’re still enemies! We should totally have a popular girl meets bully beef, that shit would be great, ne?

*He’s grinning ear to ear at the image of Tsubasas friends going pale faced while the 2 exchanges swear words*

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”..To my misfortune, I actually see the appeal in that.” *He said, looking off to the side. Besides the reactions it’d get, he’d have an excuse to talk to the other in school.*

*It wouldn’t be wrong to compare Renji to an addictive drug, and how after the first high, you seek it more and more. At first, just seeing him every once a while was enough. Now he saw him everyday at home. Even then, it didn’t feel enough. He wanted to talk to him at school too. Which, was considerably weird as he never actively seeked out another’s attention before. Never had to, but look at her now. Another new experience.*

“Although I think you’d end up getting weird looks afterwards every time my friends passed by you.” *He said, almost scoffing at the idea of his friends scowling at Renji.*

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