i lied this is my blog i can talk abt my fic if i want if u dont like it block me (or tell me to make a tag for this fic so u can block that instead, that’s something people do right)
im gonna have to do some things abt the schedule to make sure the first christmas chapter (chapter 3) comes out near christmas so that the new years one comes out around then too
ALSO! note that u dont have to know anything abt souichi previously to read this fic, its can be read as an oc insert if u really want it to be. might be a bit confusing w the family members since souichi’s got a decent sized family but i will Always be free to talk abt the tsujii family tree.
beginning snippet of chapter 2 below the cut
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ding-DING-ding-ding.
Souichi let out a sigh, spooking the blue-haired girl in front of him into leaping out of her chair. She composed herself and speed-walked away, pretending like she hadn't been scared.
Souichi resisted the urge to spit a nail at her, if only because he knew he'd get mobbed.
He sat back in his chair and reached a hand up to his left shoulder, fingers pressing lightly into it in an attempt to offset the constant ache. He tilted his head to each side while the nails in his mouth clicked about absentmindedly.
With a quiet urg, Souichi hauled himself to his feet and fished around in his bag for a moment for the bento his mother had packed him. When he managed it out he picked up his backpack--because he didn't trust leaving it alone--and shambled out of the class, intent on spending his lunch period tucked away on the balcony that lead to the roof.
Souichi padded through the hall, people shifting out of the way to make room for him because they loved him so much.
Souichi turned up the stairs, uwabaki shoes making little to no noise as he rolled his weight--
"Oi! Tsujii!"
Souichi jolted and winced, looking over his shoulder at the blond who had so impudently addressed him.
Oh, not this again...
Sawakita stormed over to him, strange blue robe billowing about his legs, nose wrinkled in disdain. Once he'd arrived at Souichi after a short stride, he angled a finger at him accusatorily, glaring daggers at him. "Get on the ground and apologize!"
Souichi furrowed his brows. "Hah?"
"You!" he cried, attracting the attention of nearby students, who hushed and turned to watch. "You know what you did, you vampiric scum!"
Souichi blinked at him.
"You scare Teruhashi-san every day!" Sawakita yelled at him. "You get the privilege of sitting behind a goddess and you take it upon yourself to frighten her half to death!"
Souichi couldn't help the way his lip curled. "If I really wanted to scare her, I would do a lot more than exist."
Sawakita reared back when Souichi unintentionally brandished the nails at him. With an over-the-top movement to convey some sort of offended nature that involved wheeling his arms around and gasping loudly. "You're a disgrace to PK Academy!"
I know this is a tiny part of the wider problems born of diet culture, fatphobia, classism, and racism but like god the idea that "healthy" food must inherently taste bad has completely ruined us as a society.