#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ! ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko 」 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

not-bcring · 10 months

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✩ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Strangely, Kazuichi’s fear only grew at the sight of Fuyuhiko. A learned blame gnawing at his gut, ripping him apart from the inside out like a rabid animal. Assisted by the echoing thoughts- no, certainties in his mind. Telling him that now he’s caused an issue for Fuyu. Confusing as it is that the Yakuza isn’t walking away from a fight he has no obligation to partake in. Dragged the other man into danger because of how pathetic he is. If any harm comes to Fuyuhiko, it’ll be harm that should have befallen HIM instead. Unable to sidestep guilt of ANY kind, Kaz’s wish that Fuyu hadn’t shown up— of course someone showed up, with how loudly he’d been crying; idiot —sends a fresh pang of chest-tightening disgust, Kazuichi silently admonishing himself for being so ungrateful.

None of this would be happening if he’d just shut up and accepted his punishment. Even if he didn’t know why… Honestly, it’s not like it matters. They all boil down to the same reason in the end. Him.

It’s a quick fight. Embarrassingly-quick for the aggressor. Honestly, Kazuichi doesn’t see most of it. Instinctively shutting his eyes at the first kick, he can’t bring himself to even attempt at opening them as the scene unfolds unseen. Flinching at each pained grunt and harmful impact, hands tug down his beanie in a white-knuckle grip as he ducks his head. Back slumps against the wall, using it to offer relief to his weak legs. At least it sounds like Fuyu is winning... heavily winning, if the aggressor's curses are any indication. What sounds like a body hitting the ground catches Kaz's attention— if the opponent is already there, that SHOULDN'T happen —eyes snapping open in time to see the larger man scrambling away.

Chest still heaving from labored breaths, panicked gaze snaps down to Fuyuhiko. The other man doesn't seem grievously injured... He's laughing anyway. Swallowing thickly, a weak smile hints Kaz's face, relief causing his entire body to shake as he fights to stay upright. Exhaustion pulling at his core now that the adrenaline is starting to fade into pure nausea, he pushes away from the wall to take a few unsteady steps forward. Relieved smile only lasting a second before a more natural grimace takes its place. Fuyu might not have gotten as roughed up as Kaz did, but it's clear he didn't leave the fight unscathed.

A fight he shouldn't have been in at all.

Hurrying over, stumbling in his haste, he helps Fuyuhiko up before he can think better of it. Touching the Ultimate Yakuza unprompted never ends well for anyone, but that tidbit is forgotten as surprisingly-careful hands guide the shorter man back onto his feet. Hands that linger even after the deed is done, hovering close-by as if afraid of Fuyu falling over. ❝ Yeah, but I sure as shit didn't help calm him down... ❞ Kaz mutters, being told that he really didn't do anything somehow sounding like a lie when it comes from someone else. If he wasn't such a sniveling coward, things never would have escalated. The least he can do is admit that.

Actually no, the least he can do is realize that— ❝ Shit! You're bleeding. ❞ Kaz yelps, a fresh wave of hot tears brimming in his eyes as he nervously wrings his hands, ❝ Oh FUCK. Dude. Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean t— Shit. Okay, um. ❞ Calm down. Fucking calm down. Sucking in an unsteady breath, he then shakes his head for good measure, as if trying to forcibly eject the static threatening to take over. ❝ Here, lemme just- take care of that for you. As thanks for getting your ass beat on my behalf. Not that you got your ass beat... Just your head. ❞ Shut up. Shut the fuck up. Groaning and rolling his eyes, he gives his braid a frustrated tug. Wincing at the habit, Kaz averts his eyes and awkwardly adds, ❝ Don't worry, I'm a lot better at dealing with head wounds than I am at talking... ❞

He's had plenty of practice. 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ... ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ; ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴇ-ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Kazuichi #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ❞ ¦ 「 Fuyuhiko 」#the-ultimate-muses #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ! ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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not-bcring · 2 years

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“You’re either leaving here with a black eye or a hickey. Your choice.” (Fuyuhiko for Kazuichi lmao)

- ✩ 「 @honeydewmuses 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Fuyuhiko is one of the toughest men Kazuichi knows… Which is both surprising and, in retrospect, completely understandable. He is a yakuza, after all. Kaz is pretty sure those guys have to be tough or they don’t last long. Plus he’s short. Which inherently means that he’s more likely to have people think they can mess with him. Kazuichi can’t imagine how annoying it would be to have guys think they could walk all over him because he couldn’t do anything about it. To be fair, people STILL do that to Kaz... because he can’t do anything. But it would probably be even worse if he didn’t have a semi-tough exterior to attempt hiding behind.

Fuyuhiko doesn’t have that luxury. He’s too cute... in a manly, cage someone against the wall and make them somehow feel SMALL kinda way. Kaz actually kinda likes it this time, feeling tiny compared to someone else. Having never been cornered like this without leaving with an injury of some sort, this is new territory for Kazuichi. Not that he’s complaining! Hickeys are definitely preferable to black eyes or bloody noses or broken bones or— ... Okay, yeah. This is a depressing line of thought. Time to bail and focus on something else.

Like trying not to make a complete fool of himself, despite not understanding what the FUCK is even happening right now. Barking out an awkward laugh, Kaz presses his back against the wall, palms flat against the surface as Kaz practically tries to slip into it. A futile effort, only further reminding him that he has literally nowhere to go. Burning in his jumpsuit, fingers flex against the wall as he forces himself to NOT nervously tug at the zipper in an attempt to get some relief. He is not prepared for whatever conversation a potential misunderstanding like that could bring. Cheeks flushed pink, equally rose-colored hues avert to the side as he shrugs— in a subconscious attempt to cover his neck —and stammers, ❝ W-Well, I mean— heh... I’m not gonna choose black eye. That’d be a pretty stupid decision. Right? ❞

Tongue flits across his dry lips, hands drumming against the wall in a frantic pace as he looks around and says in a drawn-out voice, ❝ Sooooooooooooooo... Um— Not to uh, not to be... y’know— but.... um— ❞ Looking down at Fuyuhiko with clear confusion, he quirks a brow and asks, ❝ Am I gonna have to bend down or—? ❞

What... Fuyuhiko is short. 「 ☆ 」

#(( fellas is it gay to let your best friend give you a hickey ))#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ... ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜʟʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅ-ᴜᴘ ᴋᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʟᴀᴍᴏʀ; ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ? ❞ ◌ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ 2 ¦ 「 Kazuichi 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ❞ ¦ 「 Fuyuhiko 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ! ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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not-bcring · 2 years

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“Y’know, ever since Peko… you know. Since that happened. I get this feeling sometimes, almost like a phantom limb. I turn around and expect her to be there to laugh with me or do whatever I need help with or just be there so I’m not alone. And it sucks, and I wish she were here, but… it kinda helps, having a knucklehead like you around. Some dumb cute bastard who can make me laugh and make me mad so I’m not just sad all the time and, yeah, reach the tall shelves. So. I guess I’m saying thanks for being that for me.” (Fuyuhiko for Kazuichi)

- ✩ 「 @honeydewmuses 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Things suck right now… and Kazuichi is sure there’s a better way of putting that. Some eloquent or even just respectful way of describing the Hell they’ve been tossed into, disguised as an island paradise. But at the moment, emotionally exhausted from another day of wondering who is going to get killed next and then hating himself for wondering that, for being incapable of trusting people he should call his friends… he can’t be bothered to find a better way of putting the situation. It sucks. It sucks hard and it sucks long and yet Kaz knows it could still suck even worse.

Like Fuyuhiko being killed. That would be one of the suckiest things Kazuichi could imagine… As much as he hates to admit it, almost as much as he hates to hear Fuyuhiko admit it, he’s grateful for the other being around. To have someone THERE. Kazuichi has never been a solitary soul, always needing people around. Someone to keep him from going crazy with only his thoughts as company. It doesn’t end well for him, but that never stops him from clinging to whoever was next in line to screw him over. It’s pathetic, but it’s ingrained within him. A terror of being completely abandoned. Of not mattering, however little or selfishly, to at least one person in the fucked up world.

He thought he could make it easier on himself by putting some barriers in place. Some realistic expectations. Realizing that he’s not gaining friends, but ‘buddies’. Friends pick you up when you fall down. Buddies shove you to the ground in good-fun. Friends don’t make fun of you for crying. Buddies laugh at what a sissy you’re being. Friends make you feel warm and actually calm. Buddies make you feel grateful but uneasy, knowing how fragile it all is… Kazuichi can handle buddies. Buddies are better than bullies and safer than anything REAL. Fuyuhiko? He’s not a buddy. Hell, Kaz isn’t even sure if he should call him a friend.

Fuyuhiko is— Well, he’s Fuyuhiko.

It’s confusing as Hell and Kaz’s head hurts trying to figure him out. As if he stumbled upon an equation with a nonsensical answer. A problem that throws everything he thought he knew out of the window, leaving Kazuichi with a splitting headache and a pounding heart and sweaty palms and FUCK why does Fuyuhiko have to call him cute?? If it were anyone else, Kaz would assume they were mocking him. But Fuyuhiko doesn’t seem like the type to go for those kind of jokes. Even the insulting words sound fond coming from him. Especially not during a conversation that makes Kaz’s chest heavy, hands shoved in his pockets and gaze focused out on the sunset. This admission, it’s… serious.

It’s a sign of trust. A side of Fuyuhiko that isn’t flippantly offered. Honestly, Kaz doesn’t know why he’s allowed to see it. But he flashes a grateful, if sheepish, smile the yakuza’s way nonetheless. ❝ Yeah? Well, thanks for getting how useful I can be. ❞ He jokes, playfully shoving Fuyuhkio with his arm. ❝ I am a man of many talents~ ❞ Lightly laughing, the sound doesn’t last long, fading into a soft sigh as Kaz looks down at the sand. Poking at it with his boot, brows knit as he contemplates for a breath, before continuing in a more hesitant tone, ❝ … Seriously, though? I’m really glad you’re around, dude. I feel- better when you’re here. ❞

❝ Not to be weird or anything but— y’know… It’s- …. It’s hard. Losing someone close to you. I can’t exactly relate to- what happened, but I’ve- lost people… ❞ Or rather, they’ve left him. Rubbing a hand against the back of his neck, he kicks a rock, watching as it rolls away, ❝ It really does feel like losing a piece of yourself. Like, when they leave- they took part of you and now you’re just stuck waiting for them to bring it back. Waiting for things to be normal again. But they won’t. Or they can’t, I guess. So- you’re left broken and there’s nothing you can do about it. ❞ He grimaces at the way his voice sounds, heavy and cracked, holding back emotions he tries not to think about. Looking off to the side, he blinks back tears he refuses to shed. He’s not going to ruin this. He’s not.

❝ But- hanging out with you makes me feel… like maybe that doesn’t matter as much. I can be screwed up and it’s okay because- … it’s just- okay. ❞ He’s not used to things being okay. To having someone around who seems to enjoy him, flaws or not. Wiping at his eyes with his shoulder in what he hopes is a discreet manner, he looks back at Fuyuhiko with an anxious smile. The other man may have started the emotional conversation but Kaz is pretty sure he went too far with it, ❝ So, uh- yeah! Thanks for being a cool dude I can count on! ❞

He can count on Fuyuhiko… Right?

He hopes so. 「 ☆ 」

#danganronpa 2 spoilers #(( gay people ))#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ... ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜʟʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅ-ᴜᴘ ᴋᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʟᴀᴍᴏʀ; ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ? ❞ ◌ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ 2 ¦ 「 Kazuichi 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ❞ ¦ 「 Fuyuhiko 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀɪᴅᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ! ❞ ¦ 「 Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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