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Things I Have A Weakness For (Abridged):
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@tsxji
while ishigaki wasn’t the kind of girl that was heavily into anime, she still liked the mainstream ones that a lot of people watched as children. it was weird to be into such cheesy, childish things in highschool – most people would tease others for it, but she kept this secret locked up tight. anything that she wore to school wan’t allowed to have any form of anime merchandise on it, nor was she allowed to be caught borrowing drama cds off of her other ( closet nerd ) friends. she wasn’t one to judge people for these sort of things, but she was also the type of girl that already had her wedding planned out years in advance. she absolutely could not let her silly hobbies make her look foolish enough that no man would want to date her. ishigaki did her best to seem bubbly & kind when around her classmates, while in private she could ramble on like a total dork about the shows she liked.
walking through the electronics section of a local store, she was on a search for a new pair of headphones to replace the ones that she misplaced. though … while she was passing by the tvs, she heard and oddly familiar theme song playing in the background – ‘ Shiny Make up 輝くよ 星空を集めてただ護られるだけの か弱い存在じゃないわ だから Shiny Make up 戦うよ 星空を護って’. looking over to the tvs, she immediately recognized the song – a bright smile overtaking her features as she finished off the rest of the lyrics along with the song. “新しい伝説が 今ここから始まる La La Pretty Guardian SAILOR MOON.” jokingly, she held a peace sign in front of her eyes and winked, mimicking the pose that the heroine did. though, once she did so, a figure caught the corner of her eye & she immediately froze up. ishigaki’s head turned slowly in horror to see one of her classmates staring directly at her.
it wasn’t someone that she knew very well, but familiar enough that she knew he was from her homeroom. she could have sworn she heard a shattering sound, probably from her heart. quickly, she composed herself, using her hands to pat down her skirt, then to brush a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “if you could forget you saw that, please do.” she said in a small voice, immediately turning her back to him.
It had been a tedious few months ever since he finished middle school and moved on to high school; his only friend -- Yamaguchi -- was still in middle school, in his graduating year, therefore it had been quite lonely, even for the taste of a gloomy loner such as himself. There were various people in his classroom, and some of them nudged him to join clubs: volleyball (which he did in middle school and really did not connect any fond memories to it), basketball (everyone was impressed by his height, but he really could not care less), literature (somehow, people presumed he was into lyricism or poems due to his rather dark aura surrounding him...) even the bicycle club -- which he deemed the most interesting out of them all, however, he felt really uncomfortable going there by himself without any backup (or friend) who would make it less awkward for him to be pressured into talking to new people. Despite the possibilities offered, Akihisa kept to himself and decided that he’d rather join cram school to boost his grades than socialise with fellow students after school. It was also a good excuse for whenever people randomly would ask him to join a social get-together. ‘Oh, sorry, I’ve got cram school. See ya.’ ---- Nobody would take offence, in fact, people would see how it suited such a stoic and serious looking boy to be very diligent about his future and the outcome of his grades. When in fact, it was just his way of wasting time efficiently.
Today was just one of these days: after he finished cram school, he could’ve just taken the train or bus home, really. But it was also Yamaguchi’s birthday inching closer and closer -- it would not hurt to go to the store and see what he could get his friend, right? At least, he would be prepared and could ask his mother to wrap the present neatly, so it would not look clumsy and poorly-executed, or worse -- rushed even. That’s the last thing he wanted to make it seem like -- that he had forgotten Noriyuki’s special day of the year.
While he walked down the streets and headed for a nearby store, he was processing some thoughts -- perhaps a CD? Or a DVD? Surely, they had similar taste in music and movies, so Tsuji would be more confident picking one of these out for his friend. Passing people as he entered the store, he headed towards the electronics department, passing a wall of TVs -- advertisements airing here and there to make customers buy unnecessary goods and whatnot -- but he was not paying any attention, really. As he scanned the CDs for certain bands and musicians, completely concentrated, he was taken off-guard by the voice of a girl next to him starting to sing and hum to one of the advertisements on the TVs.
Akihisa turned to glance at her and caught her mid-posing to one of those anime figures -- anyone knew Sailor Moon, even if he was not a fan of it himself, anyone in Japan knew this iconic manga/anime series. Though, not everyone was openly displaying their otaku-self like that in public.
And it was even more so a shocker when he realised that it had been one of the girls that went to the same class as him.
Staring at her with blank confusion, blinking a few times, he recognised her for one of the more popular girls -- Ishigaki, right? He forgot her given name, but alas he was not that close to her to even bother remembering, let alone asking. She never seemed the type to be into geeky hobbies, she more so suited that obnoxious brunet who probably used more hair products and make-up than any of the girls (probably even needing to wear a bra himself due to his weight), while Tsuji probably fit more into the geeky part of the classmates, though even otakus avoided him for being ‘tall, gloomy and creepy’. It was both a gift and a curse to radiate off such an intimidating vibe which he clearly inherited from his father.
As she spoke up to him and decided to turn away (probably in shame), Tsuji did the same, turning his head away, proceeding to look for the CD he needed. “Oh man, that seems to be really pressing information I’ve gathered, huh? A popular girl being an actual otaku in secret. Mhm... it almost sounds like a reverse-Sailor Moon scenario though... Usagi being otaku during the day and a popular heroine by night.” Merely teasing her now, he wouldn’t care to actually blackmail about her hobbies ---- he himself had obscure interests too, beetle collecting, tarantulas and ants, any creepy crawlers really -- let alone the hobbies that were adult-oriented. He was clearly in no position to judge her. “People will always judge you for your hobbies and interests. No need to judge yourself for it.” He added in a more serious tone, not really considering that she wanted a conversation or meant to keep it up; after all, he was at the far-end spectrum of their school hierarchy, his only intention was to show her that he was making (rather sinister) jokes beforehand about the blackmailing and such.
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Eccentric hobbies were Tsuji’s thing; while others preferred to either go to the gym, do something creative or read books in their free time, the tall male just was a thrill seeker. Visiting abandoned (and most likely so-called ‘haunted’) places were not only on his bucket list, but most of them in his vicinity had already been explored.
Recently, he took it upon himself to go to a specific place that was known for satanic rituals taking place there, though he didn’t give it any second thoughts: he mostly deemed it to be telltales told by teenagers to scare each other, or simply deeds done by teenagers themselves, setting up a good old ouija board in the middle of an abandoned, worn down building, perhaps opening portals to the afterlife like that, but that’s about it. Akihisa rarely encountered actual satanic rituals taking place -- and even so, most of the supposed rituals were not done accordingly and thus not as powerful as they could’ve been. However, he may have been wrong about that one specific building.
Admittedly, at first, he thought that he was being paranoid; seeing shadows in the corner of his eyes, hearing sounds, movements, even feeling a cold presence sometimes around him -- it was a strong vibe he was getting, much stronger than any of the ‘hauntings’ he had witnessed at these places he had visited, but what unsettled him was the thought that something actually followed him home. And usually said something would not be a haunting, a ghost stuck in a loop or residual energy from those who passed away. In the professional term, it most likely would be an inhuman manifestation (or demon in the broad term). As little as he was taking the teenage-local-’satanists’ seriously, he had to admit not only to himself but to pure logic that this was an oddity that he could not ignore just like that.
And most certainly not at this very moment.
He woke up in the middle of the night, soaked in sweat from night terrors, the first thing he saw bent over him from between the head of his bed and the wall was a dark shadow, looming over him, staring at him curiously. That’s when Tsuji knew he no longer could ignore that kind of stuff.
Instead of being terrified or scared, he was more so annoyed by the fact that he had woken up, losing sleep over nothing -- instead of being frightened by that shadow slowly shifting into a more humanoid presence, yet still obviously inhuman with its features and such, he blinked half-asleep at the presence, grumbling lowly “The hell you’re bothering me for? I didn’t even summon you. Lemme sleep.” before he turned to the side and pulled his blanket over his head in order to make it loud and clear how displeased he felt about the interruption. One could only be astonished by the way he handled such a freaky situation...
ishiyxn:
he didn’t mean to sound as if he was angered by the other – he wouldn’t have been shocked if it was true. maybe, tsuji didn’t like the side - effects that came with being in a gay relationship; the teasing, the stares, etc. if the other really wished that he wasn’t a boy, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry … he would understand. while they loved each other, society made it more difficult than ever for them – especially as athletes.
“if it was meant to be a compliment, then i will take it as one.” he assured tsuji with a smile.
Blinking up from his sulky state, he stared at Ishigaki’s face for a moment; despite his smile, he could tell that it was not his true feelings displayed right then and there. Twitching his mouth a little, Akihisa couldn’t help but feel as if he had to hold back tears. Koutarou was always quick to forgive and forget, always out to make the best of a situation, no matter how sad or hurtful. Surely, it was not the smoothest compliment he could’ve given, but the taller of the two meant no harm whatsoever. Moving closer, he reached out to hold Ishigaki’s hand into his and moving it up to his face, placing a gentle kiss to the back of his hand, keeping it in place as if he was inhaling the man’s scent though he just meant to calm himself down quicker.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t phrase it correctly...” Mumbling against his skin, he pressed more kisses against his hand, turning to now spread the same affectionate displays onto the man’s palm, rubbing his cheek against it eventually. “I just meant that I could imagine you just as stunning as a woman as you are now. You know... you’re really a handsome guy, Ishiyan. I’m just a boney skeleton, as a girl, I’d look something like Kayako or Samara from horror movies, hah... but you know... no matter if you were a girl or if you’re a guy, I’d still find you just as attractive, inside and out. Don’t forget that.”
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when tsuji sat on the floor in front of him, he put his head at a perfect height for ishigaki to toy with his hair. normally, the smaller would have to reach up quite a bit to get a reach at the other’s hair, but sitting in this fashion made him able to toy with his hair with ease. he started off only touching a few strands, so lightly that he was almost positive that the other couldn’t even feel it. but as time went on, he’d gotten more brave – burying the length of his fingers in dark brown locks.
of course, he was quick to note the other tensing up as he began to openly toy with the other’s hair. ishigaki knew just how the other could get nervous over silly little affections such as this. instead of stopping, he moved at a soft rhythmic pace, as if he were petting an animal rather than a man. with such soothing gestures, he aimed at relaxing the man into it, rather than just stopping at the smallest sign of discomfort. when tsuji spoke up, it was not a request for him to stop the gesture – it was a joke about how he was touching the other as if he were a puppy. smiling, ishigaki laughed. it was an interesting way to look at it, but if joking around about the whole situation is what made it less awkward, he would joke around till the other was sick of him.
“はい、はい you’re a cute little lap dog. you deserves pets for being the goodest boy.” he teased, not once pausing in his affectionate gestures.
Without a doubt, Koutarou’s intentions were more than successful; the repetitive movements as if the smaller was petting a pet instead of a human, it did soothe the gloomy kid. While he kept his eyes closed, Tsuji was barely even paying attention to the TV or the movie that was playing, he even forgot about his bowl of ramen that was semi-eaten, unconsciously tending his head closer and closer to Ishigaki’s hand. One thing he had gotten wrong however -- Akihisa did take note of the subtle touches to his hair. If anything, he had a high sensory on whenever his body was being touched. It was simply a result of the fact that he hardly had gotten any physical contact with anyone, really. Despite his nickname given by the blond of their team, Akihisa lived the life of a social recluse. Thus, the climber really only could rely on his friends getting close and closer to him. A few coy touches to his hair, brushing against it as weightlessly as a feather, it was still noticeable by the tall man. And even more so now that the contact was supposed to be noticed.
A grin appearing on his face when the smaller returned the joke just as light-heartedly and playful as he himself did; it was really easy-going to be near Koutarou’s presence. He couldn’t make anyone feel uncomfortable, the man just had a talent to turn everything cosy and pleasant, perhaps he should be working at a spa or something... no, he couldn’t suggest that; perhaps that kind of joke would not be deemed funny or hilarious by the greaser.
“Am I not a little bit too big for a lap dog?” Chuckling in the depth of his throat, he leaned his head back eventually to place it onto Ishiyan’s lap (ironically), there was no sign of tension anymore on both his body language and facial expressions ---- he clearly was enjoying himself. “Maybe you’re just a good masseuse?”
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ishiyxn:
of course, ishigaki tried to hold the peace between the people on their team - - not because he wanted to, but because if he didn’t who else would? it was like a broken family & he was the counselor trying to stitch it back together, except with each stitch he made, the fabric only tore more. the more that he tried to fix with midousuji, the more his relationship with tsuji suffered & vice versa. he was fighting a battle that he truly couldn’t win. if he defended tsuji, midousuji was angry – if he defended midousuji, tsuji was angry. then mizuta was just in the middle of it all, not helping a single bit.
taking a serious tone at the other’s accusations, ishigaki was offended that he would ever insinuate that he was saying that it was alright for midousuji to tease anyone. “i am not saying that is what is ok. actually, it really upsets me that you would paint me as that kind of person, i thought you knew me better than that, akihisa.” when his back was turned, not paying him any mind, it only irritated the ex - captain even more. it frustrated him to have to deal with any of this … he didn’t want to say it out loud, or hint it at all, but sometime he honestly considered quitting the team. he couldn’t – because that would be giving up & running away like a fool. though, sometimes the easy way out was just so tempting.
It was true -- the team was like a broken family... shattered into pieces and unable to be mended again. Frankly, he didn’t know how to even. Or why he should attempt to... just... why? He was this close to graduating and leaving this all behind. And as much as he wanted to say that he kept friends from high school and wouldn’t feel the same loner as he did previously, it was the hard truth. Facts.
While Yamaguchi had to keep up with Midousuji’s ordeal for one more year and Mizuta was practically kissing up to that man’s ass for attention purpose -- so, he was left with Ihara and Ishigaki... and as much as he wanted to say that he meant to stick around with Koutarou, it just felt like that their friendship suffered severely thanks to their new ace. Ihara on the other hand, he kept his joking nature (thankfully so, at least someone who’d brighten the mood). And that had probably been the reason why Akihisa was more drawn towards the brunet recently and had been talking more often to him than to Ishigaki. It was not an attempt to upset the ex-captain, not at all ---- if anything, he just... wanted him to wake up from that nightmare.
A scoffing laugh emitted from his throat as he looked at the other, blinking. “Oh, it really upsets you when I paint you like that, huh? You’re not giving me much to go by, Koutarou.” It was frustrating, it was infuriating!! Surely, he knew that Ishiyan was not that type of person but... everyone seemed to change ever since Akira joined the team... it was like a curse looming over them, waiting for their demise. It hurt him... so bad. “Never heard you say anything like that to him. ‘Hey, be nice to Nobu. Hey, be nice to Yama. Hey, be nice to Akihisa.’ -- it really must be hard for you to defend those who deserve to be defended. And if I stand alone against him, then so be it. But don’t you dare to stand in the way and tell me to ‘be nice’ when I slap that brat across the face and tell him to step down towards his senpais. Someone has to teach him manners.”
Perhaps it was unjust to put him into that position ---- but it was just how he felt. Yet, they had similarities still. If there was one thing that Tsuji wanted to do so bad it was quitting. But he knew that he had a job to be done... as the only climber on the team, he had to carry them one way or another. This was not for the sake of Midousuji, no, if it was up to him, he’d leave that bastard stranded and watch him hurt himself with his selfish attitude... but he felt responsible for those who deserve his kindness... at this moment, it had been all of Yama, Ihara and Nobu. Koutarou had been out of the picture simply because it had broken Akihisa’s heart more than just once to see him defend that worthless ace of theirs.
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“keep callin’ me cute & people are gunna start thinking that you have the hots for me.” he teased, sticking his tongue out between taunt cheeks. it hurt when the other pinched at his cheeks, but nothing unbearable that he would ever destroy his pride over. this man certainly couldn’t have meant that much harm after all – he was someone from ishigaki’s half of the gang, as if he & midousuji actually shared it. it was more like … he was a man that ishigaki had more INFLUENCE over. when it came to the greaser - esque man, many people held respect. that alone made him trust tsuji more than any of the lizard’s zakus.
“is there something going on that you’re out here?” switching quickly, he was fine with just talking to the man as if they were truly allies – which, minus midousuji in the picture, they essentially were. usually, tsuji was a sign of bad news – almost like a grim reaper. if he was around there must have really been something going down.
Of course, it would be hard to tell when Tsuji was joking and when he was serious -- simply because he almost always looked dead serious...! Though it was rather a laugh to have the other play along, smirking at him. “Haven’t you heard from Nobu that I ‘get around’ -- he even picked my theme song because he was so butthurt about it.” Surely, he wasn’t having the so-called ‘hots’ for Naruko -- he merely respected the man for what he achieved. But there was no way around Akihisa’s playful and friendly banter, really. Once someone got to know him better, they’d understand his type of personality.
Shoukichi was not wrong with the image he held for the tall male; him and Yamaguchi were somewhat the grim repears... it was not helping that they were assigned the numbers ‘4′ and ‘6′... both very evil and vicious numbers if you looked at them religiously and culturally. While Noriyuki had gotten the mark of the number 4 (which was rather unlucky, really, but in some way also really fitting for the freckled male), Tsuji had been called hitman # 6. In a way, Yama on the other hand admired him for that ---- with his love for the occult, for satan and demonic stuff, it was no surprise that he’d be all into that number, but Akihisa was happy not to carry the unlucky 4, and being superstitious as he was, he’d rather not switch.
Shrugging lamely, he looked a different direction as he sighed. “Actually, I am simply enjoying solitude for a while. It’s been rather loud at the base and I really wanted to get out. And I know, it’s against Midousuji’s norm. But I don’t even give a fuck about it.” Keeping his mouth-piece in place so nobody could actually recognise him except for the redhead before him, he gulped hard. “Unless you wanted me to tell you that your time has come and I am here to take you to the afterlife.” Chuckling then, it was just... Tsuji’s weird kind of humour. But he hoped that the other understood. “Either way, are you free? Maybe we can catch a drink together? I’d prefer that over going back and actually kill someone... preferably Midousuji. What do you think, huh?”
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noobuyuki:
when tsuji called him into his office, nobuyuki assumed that this was purely on business. he was going to be given another sad, closeted gay man to fuck & he had to do it whether he wanted to or not – because it was his job. he couldn’t be entirely ungrateful for what he had, considering that he couldn’t see himself doing anything else … but it was so hard to work around as tsuji’s whore, when that title was hardly working the way that he wanted it to. he was lucky enough to be called the man’s favorite, but he wasn’t lucky enough to be his personal whore. he wasn’t expecting to have such an easy life where his only work was for the man that he liked … but he did have the funds to do so – to put it blunt, tsuji made a fuck ton of money. enough that he could easily pay for mizuta’s bills, while the other still did his work – just in a much different way. he’d jokingly mentioned the idea to his boss a few times, but the blonde was often laughed off. as long as he didn’t get upset like he was actually serious about the idea, then hopefully the other wouldn’t realize how much it hurt his feelings to not be considered.
it was beyond mizuta to knock before entering the office, instead he opened the door as if he owned the place. it wasn’t like tsuji would care – he was expecting the blonde in the chair across from him almost ten minutes ago, so it would hopefully make up for some lost time. curling up in the big leather chair opposite of the man’s desk, he searched the other’s face for some sort of explanation as to why he would have been brought in.
“it’s for a job, isn’t it?” of course, he was expecting the man to give him details & a time, with a threat that he had to actually show up or else he was getting kicked to the curb.
As the other entered and made himself at home (quite literally) and took a seat in the leather chair, he tended his head slightly to the side, pondering if Mizuta had any idea -- the boy was hardly intelligent enough to catch up like that, or so the lanky male thought. But perhaps he was underestimating that man’s brain power. Either way, he seemed bemused about Tsuji’s question and thus causing him to chuckle airily, standing up from his own leather chair as he gestured lamely with his hand, moving over to walk to the window that was behind his own chair, looking out to the night. “Job.” Akihisa repeated; that’s all it is to the guy -- a job. A duty, a task. For Tsuji, however, this was a life’s work. He had to put his blood, sweat and passion into it in order for his boss to acknowledge and admire him so much that he was no longer a little tag-along who had to do what he was told to -- now he was someone with a leading position, a force to be reckoned with... and yet that black-haired wimp was trying to avoid the elephant in the room, trying to make it comfortable for himself ---- what a pest.
“Is this what you think it all is to you -- a job?” Turning around to look at the smaller, his eyes narrowed a little, though trying not to yell; he was not Arakita after all, he had to keep his posture, his composure, he had to look like a proper businessman, not like some kind of hitman... “To be frank: no, I did not call you for another job. And that’s the problem we have to face, Mizuta.” Referring to the other by his family name, he wanted to mark the seriousness of the situation, approaching the smaller as he leaned over him, grabbing the man by his shoulder and pressing him into the leather chair violently, digging his fingers into his skin as he shook him.
“I am losing money because everyone else has to pull you along with your slacking attitude!!! I am no longer accepting this behaviour!!! You keep talking about how you’re ‘Daddy’s favourite’ but that has long been surpassed!! Don’t you see it?! You have the position to make the most money -- the only guy I provide!!! While the girls have to fight for every customer and have to practically beg to have someone mount them, you do not have the competition they have! And yet, you are not carrying it at all...! You used to give me the most income and now look at you, LOOK AT YOU!” In the end, he did raise his voice, pushing the man harshly into the seat before he stood up and gained some distance between them, not wanting to get physical to the point that he’d actually slap him ---- it was infuriating. “I am covering for your ass to my boss, and he really has not the nerve to keep you around and make me look bad. It’s either me or you. And he’d much rather keep me than you, clearly. Do you really think I’m going to let you get away with that wanna-be-cute act of yours, so I’ll cover for you? You are in the wrong business then, honey. There is no mercy in the Yakuza and you should’ve known that beforehand...”
As much as he wanted to cool down, he was just still so mad at the other, he didn’t know how else to handle it than to actually speak his mind. “This is not a job if you’re doing it for the Yakuza. It’s a life’s work. You are in it with your blood and soul. You sold yourself to the devil, so stop slacking off, you heard me? I asked if you heard me!”
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noobuyuki:
sometimes, it was truly hard to tell when tsuji was really, really angry with him, or if he was just mildly pissed off. with his facial features, he always looked angry … even if he wasn’t even angry. if they weren’t holding the team up enough already, mizuta would have grabbed the other & pulled him back into the club room, needing reassurance that he wasn’t really as pissed off as he seemed. but he decided against it. not only because of the time he’d already wasted, but because there was always the very real possibility that the man was actually as angry with the smaller as he seemed. sometimes, it was best to be ignorant to his true feelings.
it surprised the blonde when he wasn’t immediately ratted out to the ace as the reason that tsuji had no jersey for that day – at least, he wanted to pretend that was the case. in all honesty, he had expected this. if there was one person who looked out for him ( even more than ishigaki ) it was tsuji. ishigaki had a sense of honesty, but tsuji knew what it meant to cover for other people … a martyr in a sense. even if mizuta wanted to pay the man back for the things that he did for him, he wouldn’t begin to know where to start. the man was careful enough not to get himself into petty trouble like the blonde always managed to. with no room for error, he had not place to try & cover for the other in return.
once the rest of the team began to disperse, doing their own training regimens given by midousuji personally, mizuta stuck back to earn a few moments to speak with the other. “senpai, you’re the best.” he said, walking up behind the man. he was expecting his counterpart to turn around & lash out on him, tell him that he was completely useless on his own … consistently relying on other people for his troubles. either that, or he would simply be ignored – which may have been for the best. “thanks.” he said over the other’s shoulder, sure to flash his nasty braces in a wide smile.
If he had to be honest about his feelings, Tsuji would have to say that he was not even angered about the other’s... actions. If anything, he was mildly irritated. The fact that the blond took it upon himself to not only invade Tsuji’s private property but go as far as to take an item that he needed and take it home with him was absolutely repulsive. Let alone that he would sleep in said jersey. Though... he was more so irritated at the fact that now he was accused of forgetting his training items at home, having to suck up the punishment by cycling in a school uniform -- what if he ended up falling from his bike and messing up his uniform? What if he ripped it? His mother would not be happy to buy him a new one... and he would not be either, he’d rather save up money himself to make up for it. A true martyr. He would not want anyone to go through the trouble to lend him a hand. It was irritating, yes, but he had been angrier at Nobuyuki for worse things.
With the smaller on his heels, he stood still when he referred to him as senpai ---- it was rare, truly. Usually, Mizuta had long forgotten about Akihisa and how much he idolised him... see, as the only climber on the team, he always held a special spot for most of the team. Everyone somehow looked up at him and was so impressed how he’d pull them through the slopes and the mountains, carrying them recklessly towards himself, tiring himself, pushing himself -- a martyr, yet again, that’s what he was -- mostly the sprinters were so amazed by his skills, Ihara and Yamaguchi always looked up to him, and Ishigaki had always been thankful for his hard work and efforts. But it was short-lived with Nobu: first, it was Yasuhiro who had gotten his full attention... he hardly remembered how Mizuta looked like before he bleached his hair... but he had to say, somehow, he looked a lot cuter with the pitch-black hair he bore. Then, of course, it had been Ishigaki, after Kazu graduated... styling his hair into a weird pompadour simply to mimic their captain. And now... well, now it’s Midousuji here, Midousuji there... It had been so long ago that he was referred to as ‘senpai’ by the smaller... so it certainly picked up his attention.
“Mhm.” Nodding towards the other, he shrugged his shoulder and put on his helmet, quickly changing into his cycling shoes all the while he still wore his black school uniform. It would at least get dusty, not to mention how much he’d sweat... perhaps he should take off the jacket layer? Removing it quickly, he tied it around his hips, knowing he would not be allowed to go back to the club room now that they had been wasting so much time already. He always ended up training with Mizuta -- which had been even more irritating -- the sprinters stuck together, the ace and assistant stuck together -- and because there was no counterpart climber for Akihisa, he had no other choice than that. It was inefficient training, to say the least, but what could he even say anymore. “You think I will let that slip right? But I still expect you to tell me why on earth you thought it was a good idea to do that... and why exactly you did that in the first place?! It’s... really something else.”
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They were the inseparable gloomy duo, as everyone started calling them. Yamaguchi and Tsuji were rarely seen without each other -- and all started in spring when Akihisa became a second year at middle school. The first day of April when the new first years changed schools and had to somehow get along with the older ones, their senpais and such, it was a wild thing. Akihisa never had gotten friends with anyone, that was until he met that shy freckle-face by the name Noriyuki.
The boy practically looked like he needed someone to look after him, and Tsuji was more than willing to stick up to him. He had his fair share of bullies and he knew that it was -- most of the times -- not even a laughing matter for those at the receiving end. And the more he hung out with the boy, the less the bullying had gotten, which he was thankful for. Tsuji felt responsible for the other, he meant to protect him no matter what.
As it was with friends (or best friends in their case), eventually they’d visit each other at home. Akihisa was really defensive about taking the other home, knowing that it was not necessarily a common thing to have a single mother; most women avoided divorces in order to keep a pristine appearance to the outside world. Not to mention Satoshi had been more and more of a brat... someone as coy as Yamaguchi would easily feel overwhelmed by someone gluing on him and asking him about this and that, without the ability to press a ‘PAUSE’ button on the boy.
They walked their way to Noriyuki’s home then after school, the taller leaning in a little to appear less looming next to the first year. “Are you sure it’s ok for me to just come with you? We could as well study at school, if you need my help for these subjects... I don’t want your mother to worry about making enough dinner, I really don’t have to eat anything...” It was just Aki’s nature to try and be as less of any hassle to people around him.
sketch of hitman #4 yamaguchi noriyuki aha :^)
noobuyuki:
He could barely even squirm at the man’s touches, being tied up as well as he was. It was a bit tight everywhere—making simple things like breathing a challenge. Though, he easily assumed that this was the intent, since Tsuji would want to see him panting like an animal during the whole thing.
Helplessly watching him, he couldn’t do anything to try and refuse the gag that was forced between his teeth. A few ‘Mmmph‘s of protest could be heard, but it was honestly rather pointless to try and change the other’s mind. Mizuta didn’t mind being gagged all that much either way, as long as he was more appealing to the taller this way, he didn’t mind.
The only hard part of having restricted movements, was that he couldn’t do anything to move against the man, though he desperately wanted more than he was getting. A muffled whine—one resembling the man’s name—came from the boy, though the gag made it nearly impossible to tell he what had actually said.
Surely, that was exactly what he was going for.
Nobuyuki, squirming, whining, panting -- unable to speak properly. he looked really delicious like that and it only riled him up some more. And on top of that, all the things that stubborn boy did only helped the man’s urges further and further; the way he protested, the way he struggled, it was exactly pushing all the buttons Tsuji had and it made it hard for him to be patient.
Moving his head down to cover the boy’s torso with small bites, he placed hickeys over his milky skin, eventually moving to his chest and teasing him in a manner that he’d circle his tongue around his nipple, just not quiet touching it, only letting his hot breath coat the sensitive pink skin.
“Hah?” When the other spoke up, he could barely make out that it was supposed to be his name. And even so, the mere thought of the first thing the boy would enunciate being Akihisa’s name, it send chills down his spine and an unbearable heat down his groins. “Hehe... even when you can’t talk, you’re desperate to say my name? Cute...”
hakoneonii:
trying to draw the connection, hayato had to think about just who the loudmouth was. toudou, arakita … the two were equally obnoxious, but in very different ways. the man’s blunt attitude took him off - guard, simply trying to laugh off the question. “i know … quite a few people who meet the description of loudmouth.” if anything, it was best not to feed into the man’s words.
pushing his bike a bit faster to keep pace with the kyotofushimi member, he assumed that they were heading off to the same hotel. it wouldn’t have been uncommon of teams to stay in the same lodging. however – no matter how close they stayed, there wasn’t many that would like to get friendly with the men from hakogaku. the title of kings came with a great price. no one wanted to talk to the ones that won it all. hence why most of them stayed stuck together like glue.
with hayato’s never ending appetite, he wasn’t making any friends wanting to run to the connivence store so late at night. he could only account his energy on the track to his energy bars, so not having enough to last him the remainder of the days would crush his spirit – & leave him hungry.
“Ah... yeah... guess the name’s Arakita-kun. But now that I look at you a little closer, I don’t think you look anything like a yankee...”
While they were walking next to each other, the tension was odd; it clearly was not like Akihisa to be so unwelcoming towards others, he knew the feeling of being bullied and being kicked around like that, so he blamed it on Midousuji’s reckless acts that his mood had gotten worse and worse. Hell, he even had been ruder and meaner towards Nobu lately, and it hurt him deeply, but he also guessed that he might as well shoot himself into his own foot while he was at it, making himself unpopular and unloved by friends and team mates so he would have all the reason to leave KyoFushi as a third year. It had been hard already with Ishigaki, who had been his best friend, and Ihara had been in a mood too because of Akira’s Phase # 13 to abandon all sprinters like deadweight. Poor Yama... it was really no way to treat his friends like that. But in his odd counter attack, he’d just treat them poorly to push them farther away, so they would not waste a thought on him and worry about his InHigh results.
Standing still in his tracks for a moment, he looked at the HakoGaku redhead and bowed to him politely.
“I apologise for my way of speaking. Poor manners aren’t usually my thing. It’s no excuse, but it’s been really tough for the KyoFushi team...”
Akihisa really didn’t have it in him to be a bully. No matter how angry he was at himself, Midousuji, the world, everything ---- he didn’t have it in him to lash out on others, no matter how tempting it was thanks to their ace.
If he had to go out of the way to make space for more talented cyclists, he should not go out with a bang but more so with dignity.