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jp9639 · 2 months

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hey hey hey zaina! i’m back from the dead real quick to give you prompts 💕 can you do “i can’t wait until i have a car” for kimura + a student of your choice, and “is that a toast in your mouth?” for sugino + maehara? sending lots of love your way!! 💕🎉💕

AHHHH HI 💗💗💗 omg welcome back!!! how are you??? and ahh thanks for the prompts!! i decided to go with Yada as the student of my choice, and omg i love these! I always enjoy hearing from you! Sending you love too!!! 💕💕

Kimura + Yada - "I can't wait until I have a car"

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Kimura wasn't usually the type to exaggerate often. As the son of police officers, he was raised to speak in a more blunt and...efficient manner. Whatever that meant.

He was used to conveying information through facts and objective observations. "I just tell it how it is," he laughed nervously when Kataoka came close to throttling him one time after he pointed out that she smelled like chlorine.

But right now, an exaggerative statement was the only thought in his mind as he gazed depressingly outside. Just beyond the protection of Yada's front porch, torrential rain fell like thick sheets.

"It's pouring," he breathed. "Like a literal waterfall out here."

Yada rolled her eyes and yanked his arm, ignoring his "ouch!"

"Don't be dramatic, it's literally the season for these storms now. They don't last long anyways. Now get back inside!"

Kimura followed her back into her house, instantly sheltered from the chaos that was reigning just beyond the door. The lights were dimmed downstairs, the only source of brightness coming from the kitchen.

Yada gestured him to sit down while she opened up her fridge. "What do you feel like having for breakfast?"

"Uhhh, anything is fine." His brain was still half-asleep as it was about 7am. "What do you want?"

Yada hummed. "I'll just grab some different leftovers and warm stuff up." She set to pulling out various containers and take-out boxes and putting them down on the counter.

"Can I help with anything?" Kimura felt his hands fidgeting, aching for something to do.

Yada glanced at him, her gaze flickering to his hands. "Sure, can you wipe down the table for me please?"

"Gotcha." He jumped up and gratefully took the cloth and cleaning spray from her hands.

Even though the only light was in the kitchen, it was still rather dark. Only a few windows in the house were open, but minimal light poured inside. The sky was clouded and gray as the storm continued.

Kimura wiped down the table thoroughly to the sound of rain falling outside, colliding against the roof and ground. Nearby, Yada fiddled quietly with the stove and plates. It was comforting.

He finished with the table. "Hey, do you want me to clean the floor too?"

She was occupied with stirring a pot on the stove, but still replied. "Sure. The broom is in the closet down the hallway."

"Alright, be right back."

He leaped onto his feet quietly as he walked quickly towards the hallway. It was still dark and Kimura couldn't help but feel a sense of eeriness creep up his spine. There were a few framed photos of Yada's family on the walls. He stopped in his tracks to examine them.

It looked like a typical nuclear family. Happy parents with a talented older daughter and an adorable son. They each smiled brightly in one photo, when both Yada and her brother seemed younger.

Then in every photo after that, the family's smiles became more and more forced. Basically grimaces. Kimura frowned as he saw a larger distance between Yada and her parents in the most recent one. They all seemed colder somehow.

Suddenly, a noise broke his thoughts and he paused, his heart racing.

It was muffled at first, coming from down the hallway. Then it repeated itself louder.

Kimura felt his heart pounding, but curiosity got the better of him. He walked slowly towards the noise, his footsteps practically silent. Thank you, Mr Karasuma.

The sound came back, this time much clearer. It was a voice calling out "Onee-chan."

Kimura pushed the door open without even thinking.

A little boy was sitting up in his bed, his lap covered by a thick blanket. There were stuffed plushies besides him, as well as various books and art supplies on the nightstand. He was dressed in a thin long-sleeve with a spaceship pattern on it.

His hair was the same dark brown shade as Yada's, but his eyes were a rich hazel brown. As his face contorted in confusion, Kimura recognized him belatedly as Yada's brother. Akihito.

Oh shit...

"Who are you?" Akihito demanded with a frown. His voice was incredibly soft.

"Um, I'm Kimura," he replied immediately. "I'm, uh, friends with your sister."

Akihito craned his head to see what could be behind Kimura and the door. "Where's Onee-chan?"

"She's in the kitchen. Do you want me to go get her?"

Akihito's eyebrows scrunched up as he considered the question. Then the words came out quietly and laced with trepidation. "Can you fix this for me instead?"

Kimura stepped closer, intrigued. "Sure. Fix what?"

The boy pulled out a book from the first drawer in the nightstand and handed it to him. "Here. The page is ripped and I can't read it now."

Kimura flipped through to the page he indicated, and sure enough, there was a large crease and rip on the page. It blocked out the words and seemed like a nuisance.

"Yeah, for sure! Got any tape in here?"

"I think it's on the desk." Akihito pointed towards the corner of the room, at the small desk sitting besides the window.

Kimura jogged towards the desk and pushed aside a few pens and markers. He found the tape dispenser and ripped out a large piece before securing it over the rip. He followed that with another piece to go on the back, keeping it stable.

"Here ya go." He smiled and passed it over back to Akihito, whose face lit up.

It was now that Kimura noticed how pale the boy was. His cheeks lacked the roundness and healthiness that most children had. There were dark circles under Akihito's eyes.

Kimura felt his chest tighten, a familiar memory coming to mind.

My brother is really sick, and I had to miss my exam to take care of him...

"Thank you," Akihito whispered.

"No problem, kiddo."

The door opened quietly, and they both snapped up to see Yada stepping in. Her eyes widened in slight surprise at the sight of Kimura.

"Oh, you're here," she laughed. "I thought you somehow got lost in my very simple house plan."

"I'm not that dumb," he grumbled, watching as she came over to Akihito's bedside.

"Hey, you," she said softly, running a hand gently through the boy's hair. "You feeling okay?"

Akihito nodded and her smile grew. "Is this the friend you mentioned before? The one with green hair who runs really fast?"

"Yup, it is him."

Kimura's jaw dropped. "You talk about me?"

Yada rolled her eyes, amused. "I talk about everyone. Don't feel special."

He dramatically touched his hand to his chest. "You've reached my heart, Yada."

He realized that the sound of the rain had lightened up considerably. One glance at the window confirmed that the downpour wasn't nearly as bad as it was before.

"Alright, Aki," Yada started gently, holding his hand. "We're gonna go to school soon. Mina-san will be here soon, and I'll be back later."

Kimura assumed that Mina-san was a caretaker or nanny of some kind.

"Okay, Onee-chan. Have a good day," Akihito replied softly. "You too, Kimura-san. And thanks again for fixing my book."

Kimura grinned at him. "No problem, kid. And take care, huh? Hope I see you again."

He waved and left the room to give the siblings some privacy, heading back to the kitchen. There was a spread of food on the table, and Kimura hadn't realized how hungry he actually was.

Leftover fried rice, toast with jam spread, a bowl of white rice and natto on top of it, miso soup. It was an odd arrangement but Yada did say she was grabbing whatever was in the fridge, and Kimura couldn't bring himself to be picky. He was starving.

"Well, dig in," Yada's voice returned and he whipped around to see her back in the kitchen. They both took seats at the table, and she spooned food onto both their plates.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, both relishing in finally filling their stomaches. After a bit, Kimura had to ask.

"So, is he gonna have to be alone...?"

Yada finished chewing her bite of toast before replying. "Just for a little. After we leave, Mina-san, his nurse, has a key and will get in. I just convinced him to go back to sleep until she comes."

"Ah...I see."

There was silence again, only the sound of raindrops falling on the ground outside filling the air. Until Yada broke the silence this time.

"Thanks for checking on him, by the way."

Kimura flushed. "Oh, I-"

She laughed. "I know you were being nosy, it's okay. Just...thank you for giving him company. I appreciate it a lot, you know?"

His gaze dropped down to his bowl, where he was absentmindedly stirring his spoon. Cubes of tofu swirled around amongst the herbs. "You're a great sister, Yada."

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, her eyes closing. "I really try my best."

"Well, I think you're doing a great job. And he thinks so, too."

"Thank you," Yada replied, her voice breaking slightly. It was such a small but noticeable contrast to her usual confident, steady, diplomatic tone.

They said nothing for a while, until Kimura felt bursting with questions again. Before he even opened his mouth, she cut him off with a sigh, "Shoot."

Kimura's eyebrows shot up. "How'd you know-?"

"I can tell you're probably wondering why the hell my house is so dark, where are my parents, what's up with the photos, yada yada." She smirked at her own wordplay.

"Well...damn. Yeah, pretty much."

She pushed aside her plate and rested her hands on her chin. "Both my parents are working. They have to do double shifts a lot to keep affording his nurse and medicine, all his treatments and the hospital bills."

Kimura listened quietly.

"Our house is dark because the light used to really bother him. Like it would send him into awful migraines." She paused. "Even when his light sensitivity went away, we just kept them dark. There's no one really here anyways, besides me."

Yada continued. "I just always feel so alone when I'm home. Like I'm the only one who bothers to still treat him like my little brother, instead of just some sickly patient. He's so much more than his illness!"

Her voice began to wobble. "He's the sweetest little boy in the world. He loves art and animals. He laughs at Spongebob. He gives the best hugs ever. He's so smart and kind and incredible. He will never be a burden to me, unlike what my parents think."

She stopped to rub her eyes, and Kimura was dismayed to see her fingers glistening with unshed tears when she pulled them away. His own chest felt heavy listening to her.

He imagined what it would be like if Brave were ever in this position. Chronically ill, in pain, and seen as little more than a responsibility and burden to even his own parents.

"He's an amazing kid," he told Yada, speaking completely honestly. "You're so lucky to be his sister."

Yada paused and her gaze met his. She smiled.

"I know."

...

Eventually, they had to get going and start walking to school. The two of them quickly finished breakfast and washed the dishes, briefly checked in on Akihito, before getting ready to head out.

As he pulled on his shoes, Kimura groaned at the thought of having to walk up the slippery and muddy mountain. "I wish Korosensei just flew us all up there."

Yada laughed besides him, pulling on her coat. "I feel like he would, as long as Karasuma-sensei doesn't know."

"God, I hope so." Kimura rose and stretched, confused when something solid poked his back.

"Here, take this," Yada told him as he turned around to see it was an umbrella. She was holding her own purple one in her other hand.

"Oh, thanks." He gratefully accepted it.

They stepped outside, and Kimura hungrily took in the scent of the rain everywhere. The rain had gone down and was little more than a drizzle but there was no promise that it wouldn't get worse again.

The sky had also cleared up a bit, now a lighter almost lilac-like color now. The clouds covered the sun, but it was now beautiful rather than chaotic, in Kimura's opinion.

They started walking down the street, watching as young children did the same across the road. Kimura's gaze fell on little kids who were jumping in puddles together as their moms followed with their schoolbags.

He didn't have to turn around to see Yada's melancholic eyes.

They were just nearby the main campus, on the sidewalk, when Kimura's bad luck finally caught up to him.

A car drove obnoxiously close and fast to the sidewalk, just over a large puddle, creating a splash that instantly soaked Kimura's legs.

"Oh, come on!" He yelled, jumping back. His pants had just been washed, for Goodness' Sakes!

The car kept driving on towards the parking lot. Kimura waved a fist angrily and yelled, "Asshole! Watch where you drive!"

Teppei Araki's head popped out of the backseat window, jeering at him. "Make me, loser!" It drove on, eventually leaving their sight.

"Piece of shit," he grumbled.

Yada gently placed her hand on his shoulder, but she was still fighting the urge to laugh. He could tell. "Relax, we'll get back at them another time. Just slander one of his articles or something."

"I guess so," Kimura muttered, glaring at his pants. Maybe it wasn't the biggest deal. Korosensei would just give him a pair of PE pants while washing and drying these ones.

"Why do these things always happen to you?" Yada wondered.

He threw his hands up. "You tell me! It's me and Okajima. We get the brunt of all this bad luck."

"Maybe you pissed off a God or something in your past life." They started walking again, and Kimura forced himself to try and ignore the looks he was getting for his drenched pants.

"Or something." He flipped off one guy who was laughing. "God, I can't wait until I have a car."

Yada raised an eyebrow. "That's a long wait, Kimura. Basically like 4 years."

"Not really, I mean I just need a car. I know how to drive." The gears in his brain started turning.

She stopped and stared at him, unconvinced. "Do you really?" She asked dryly.

"Yeah! I've driven my dad's cop car a few times."

"In a parking lot or actual driving?"

He deflated. "...Parking lot."

She laughed. "It's not like a car would bring you up a mountain anyways."

"Can you just me live, Yada? Let me live in this fantasy world where I have a sports car and zoom past those assholes at this campus."

"You know, Bitch-sensei knows a lot about fancy cars."

He whirled around. "Really? Wait, she has connections too. Do you think she could hook me up with a Lamborghini?"

"I said absolutely none of that, but sure, we can ask."

The two of them kept walking as the rain eventually came to a stop and sunlight poured back over them. By the time they reached the classroom, their umbrellas were put away and Kimura's pants had dried up.

And their friendship was even more strengthened.

Sugino + Maehara - “Is that toast in your mouth?”

…

He was late. Running extremely late, actually.

Maehara was a flurry of chaos on this particularly morning. And he wasn't sure why. He woke up on time, did his skincare routine, got dressed...

Oh, and he was finishing a rather urgent assignment that he'd neglected for over two days.

Goddammit, Hiroto. You've outdone yourself.

He was crouched over his floor, scrambling to scribble down the answers with his hairbrush handle in his mouth and his brain struggling to work properly.

Divide this number. Now apply the quadratic formula. Don't forget the plus and minus, you dipshit.

Honestly, Maehara could live with a low grade. But now that he'd already destroyed his morning trying to fight for this assignment, he felt determined to finish it.

"Hiroto!" His mother called from downstairs. "Your breakfast is getting cold!"

"Alright, ma, I'm coming!" He yelled back, removing the hairbrush from his mouth. He tossed it over his shoulder and continued working on the paper.

I'm almost finished, I'm almost finished, I got this-

His thoughts were interrupted by a call coming from his phone, specifically the loud "Material Girl" ringtone saved for Sugino.

Maehara leaned over and grabbed his phone as Madonna’s voice continued. He squished the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he continued jotting down the rest of the last formula. "Heyo!"

"Dude, I'm gonna be at your house in five minutes." Sugino's voice was slightly drowned out by the sound of cars rushing by, but Maehara still made out the main message.

Get your ass out the door SOON.

"Are you ready?" Sugino asked.

Maehara laughed, hoping it sounded convincing even though he was dying inside. "Yeah, no worries, man. I'll be outside my house soon. Let me know when you're here, though."

"Alright, see you, dude." He hung up.

"Dammit, what does this mean again?" Maehara asked aloud, faced with the remaining part of his equation. He twirled his pencil impatiently, a small part of him tempted to ask Karma.

Then the thought struck him as completely absurd. HA! Karma would sooner sabotage me than help!

But his options were limited. Isogai already refused, Nakamura told him to suck her hypothetical dick, Nagisa wasn't available, and Chiba flat-out said no, as well.

He growled, pulling out his calculator from beside him. Screw them all! I'll finish this myself!

"HIROTO!" His mother shouted again downstairs.

"I'M COMING, MA! I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!"

He punched in the numbers into the calculator with an almost animalistic desperation, especially since Sugino was on his way. I'm sorry for cheating in advance, Korosensei, but I had to choose survival.

Maehara finally completed the last problem and crammed the paper into his backpack in triumph. "Finally!" He cried, almost wanting to shed tears of relief.

He leapt up and took a look at the mirror, checking his face for any lotion that didn't get rubbed in, or if his hair was intact. Both were fine. He still combed his fingers through just a little, feeling the gel he'd put in earlier and adjusting it.

Then he threw on his sweater vest and grabbed his backpack before rushing down the stairs. On his way, he got another text from Sugino.

I'm outside, it read. Maehara pocketed the phone and made his way to the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, I'm here!" He shouted. "I gotta take this to go, though. My friend is outside."

His mother's back was turned to him, as she continued frying up some eggs. "Oh, why not invite him inside for breakfa-?"

Her voice cut off as she turned completely to the sight of Maehara, but he paid no mind. "I would, but we're in a rush, ma. I'll see you guys later."

He grabbed a glass of orange juice on the table and chugged it down. His mom continued to stare at him. "Hiroto, you-"

He waved her off, wiping his mouth off once he was done. "I know, it won't happen again. Anyways, I'll pick up your dry-cleaning on my way home from school, ok?"

"Son, you-"

He grabbed a toast from the table. "Bye, mom!" He stopped to glare at his sister, who was laughing so hard she was falling off the chair. "I don't know what's so funny but you look stupid as hell right now."

She stopped to stare at him incredulously. "I look stupid?" She shared a look with their mother before laughing again.

"Weirdo," Maehara muttered as he dashed off, stuffing the toast in his mouth.

“Hiroto, you-!” His mother tried again but he was already out the door.

He jogged over to the fence in the front of his house, and sure enough Sugino was leaning against it on his phone. "Yo!" Maehara called out, although it was muffled.

Sugino's head snapped up, but his mouth fell open at the sight of him. The baseball player's eyes widened and his phone fell into his open bag. Then his eyebrows furrowed in total confusion and his mouth closed, then opened again like he was about to speak.

Maehara frowned. What's the weird look for? Was his hair messed up? Eyebrows not on fleek? Any stain on his shirt?

Finally, Sugino pointed at him. "Is that toast in your mouth?"

Oh. Maehara quickly pulled it out sheepishly. "I grabbed it in a rush," he explained, before taking another bite of the buttery bread.

Sugino nodded slowly. "Uh-huh...okay. Well, also you're not wearing any pants right now."

Wait. What?

Maehara looked down in horror, anguished to see the sight of his donut-printed boxers instead of khakis. "WHAT THE FU-?"

He dropped his toast and ran over to one of the large potted plants outside his house, kneeling down to cover himself. "DUDE!"

"What?!" Sugino asked, his shoulders shaking with silent mirth as he followed.

"Why would you point out the toast in my mouth before the fact that I'm literally half-naked?!"

"I'm sorry, okay? It just caught me off-guard," Sugino burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. "Like bro, are you trying to be Naruto or something?"

"No!" Maehara cried, covering his face. Now he knew why his mother and sister reacted the way they did. He forgot to put on pants of all things.

"This is real life, not an anime, and you're not the main character."

"I know!"

Sugino's laughter died down and he gestured to the house. "Just go get a pair quick. We gotta start getting to the mountain."

Maehara groaned, already mentally preparing himself for the embarrassment he was gonna get from his family. "Fine...but do you think if I walk like this, I might get some girls?"

"No," Sugino responded dryly. "Absolutely not."

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jp9639 · 3 months

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some thoughts i had while thinking about college and inevitably connecting it back to my fixations as i always do:

random tbosas college au hcs!!

lucy gray would beg whichever poor soul got forced to be her roommate to push their mattresses together to make a mega bed, but she gets so cozy the first night that she sleeps through all seven of her alarms and misses like three classes.

livia, arachne, and clemensia are all insufferable sorority girls. except arachne and clemensia are super serious about it and livia is only in it for the booze and the lols. she made one joke day 1 of freshman year about being a sorority girl and ended up committing to the bit a little too hard, and now she's too far in to back out.

there's one bar off campus that all the daddy's money students (the academy mentors) started going to to escape from the weird liberal arts kids (the tributes) until one day lucy gray ends up scoring a job playing at said bar and now everyone is significantly bummed out when anyone mentions the place.

riding off of that, we all know that lucy gray is a theatre kid, but she's the most insufferable brand. she runs through the halls singing show tunes, she tries to start flash mobs in the dining hall, and if you mention it once she will not shut up about the theatre club's latest improv show. they did wicked once and she showed up to classes in full green makeup every day throughout the entirety of tech week.

not only is she the theatre kid, she's just the weird kid in general. she shows up to every 8 am class in the most insanely tacky diy outfits. more often than not, she repurposes whatever costume pieces the theatre department was throwing out. it's all craft store gemstones, hot glue, and a metric ton of puffy paint. she's also constantly conjuring flowers out of thin air it seems and passing them out as flower crowns to whoever is within a ten mile radius. mid final she just slowly passes you a whole heap of daisies weaved together and you're left like "??????"

she sets her eyes on someone and either becomes their best friend or worst nightmare.

coryo walking through the front door covered in glitter with a **very** homemade rainbow scarf forcefully tied around his neck and a flower behind his ear: TIGRIS THE WEIRD KID GOT ME ON THE WALK HOME AGAIN AND I COULDN'T OUTRUN HER

sejanus and coryo would dorm together for a total of two months before coryo decides that if he doesn't move off campus he will literally kill himself so he ends up back with tigris and commutes. he's a coward (sejanus snores).

oh god wait no is he a frat boy? i hate that image in my head. GET IT OUT!!

mizzen is significantly younger than everyone else, like 14 or something, and hangs out on campus with coral (bc in my head they're cousins or smthn) and it is quite literally the "uhhhh want a beer?" "HE'S FOUR!!" meme. nobody knows what to do with him. he's just sitting there with an ipad and a yoohoo living his best life until coral makes him do his homework.

coryo fails a situationship twice a week and everyone clowns on him constantly for never being able to get out of the talking stage. one day he's showing up to lucy gray's shows and the next he's ducking behind cars in the parking lot so she doesn't see him. one day he's making out with livia at a party and the next he's crying on the floor while clemensia pats him on the back because nobody loves him. one day he's genuinely hooking up with sejanus and the next he's pretending he was drunk so he can act like he doesn't remember. boo you whore!!! men will do anything BUT therapy.

sejanus is that one kid whose mom is always on campus for some reason and just chilling in their dorm. they're knitting sweaters and watching friends, leave them alone!!

clemensia would be the ra that everyone hates because she would absolutely snitch on your ass to look good, meanwhile lamina is the ra that everyone loves because she's just in it for the free room and is too tired to hunt anyone down for breaking the rules. work smarter, not harder.

reaper is also a weird kid, but in the mysterious artist who just glares at people from across the dining hall and sketches angrily kinda way. he and lucy gray are besties because i said so. he's teaching her how to paint in exchange for guitar lessons, except she can only finger paint and he's left handed and can hardly play her guitar comfortably.

treech and lamina were that one couple that picked the same college during their honeymoon phase in high school and travelled together except it absolutely ruined their relationship and now they hate each other. if you're a girl's girl, though, you take lamina's side because she does no wrong (totally not because she lets you sneak pot into the dorm as long as she "can't see it" so she doesn't have to do a whole night's worth of paperwork).

coral and lucy gray have been dating for half of a semester but pretend to hate each other when they're in public simply for the bit. they're faking petty cat fights, they're glaring at each other in the hallways, but really they're smoochin behind the scenes. they just think they're funny.

it's 5 am and i need to SLEEP but please drop any other headcanons you have about this batshit au because I would love to see them. i'm sure this will make no sense when i reread it in the morning, but trust that i will revisit this subject because them just being normal teenagers is always so funny to me.

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