Atsushi, Giving Aku Attention:

atsushi, giving aku attention:

akutagawa: ugh give me space.

atsushi, preoccupied w/ something not aku:

akutagawa:

Kendo Itsuka, My Hero Academi/Boku no Hero Academia!

Snippet from Chapter 4 of my ADA!Chūya AU!! Sorry this one is a little heavier, there’s not many funny things in this chapter-

That’s when I realize his voice is just as dead as his eyes. I recall Akutagawa’s words from a few days ago. He was broken before you left, but your betrayal shattered what was left. Seems this is the downfall of my actions. And finally, I’m able to speak.

“Dazai…” It’s just one word, but it takes everything to say it. After trying to avoid his name and any thoughts with him for four years, it feels strange to say it. So many emotions are tied to that one word, and I’m struggling not to cry.

“I don’t have all day,” Dazai says in that same dead voice, and I know I don’t have much time. “I’m just…staking out…”

“Spying, more like.”

“Just…watching.”

“You were always a shit liar.” There’s a faint flicker of emotion in his eye, but it’s so faint I almost don’t see it. He grips my wrists tighter and I grimace under my breath, ignoring the discomfort flaring through my arms. “Why are you here?”

“I told you. And why do you care?”

“Because you’re incredibly close to my territory. When I’m passing through. And after what you did, I think I have reason to be suspicious.” The words sting. I know he probably hasn’t thought of us in that way in years, but the confirmation…I’m fighting tears at this point.

“Just recon. Just keeping an eye on your dealings.”

“Why would you care?”

“I don’t. But the President does.” Rage flickers in Dazai’s eye for a moment before calming again. “Akutagawa was right. You’re with the agency now. Out of all places, you went there.”

“They were the only ones who would take me.”

“I would have!” Dazai’s mask slips, and I get a glimpse at the broken man inside. His iris is pleading, close to tears, as he searches my eyes for something. His hands are shaking around my wrists, but he doesn’t move. “If you had just given me time-”

“You had five months,” I snap back, trying to keep my voice quiet. “For five months I asked you to stop. And you didn’t listen.”

“I was grieving-”

“And so was I! He was my friend too, Dazai! But I didn’t feel the need to destroy anyone that so much as made me even a little irritated! I was fine to let you grieve how you needed, but I asked you, begged you, to leave me out of it! To stop using me like that!” I’m close to tears now too, though Dazai’s mask is back up. Mostly. His hands are still shaking.

“I still needed to sort my feelings out,” he says coldly. “And you left me at my most vulnerable. All of this is your fault, Chūya.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t insisted on using my ability to destroy entire buildings all the time, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to take a knife to you.”

im in a chokehold

Snippet from Chapter 3 of my ADA!Chūya AU!!

“I was wondering,” Atsushi said quietly, “what were the two of you doing before you joined the agency?” Both of us pause and look over at the white-haired teen, taking in his curious eyes. His face pales a little when he realizes we’re both staring at him. “N-No big deal, I was just curious, is all-”

“Three guesses,” I say with a shrug as I step away from Kunikida before sitting back down, this time actively facing him. He blinks, tilting his head a little. “It’s a game we play,” I explain as I motion to the group that’s sitting in the cafe, “at the agency. It’s kind of an initiation thing. Newcomers try to guess their coworkers’ former occupations. It’s kind of a fun game, actually.”

Atsushi hums as he turns to the Tanizaki siblings. “I want to say that Naomi-san and Jun’ichirō-san were students.”

“Woah,” Jun’ichirō says, clearly impressed. “You got it. Nice one.” Naomi sits up from her brother as she looks at Atsushi. “How did you figure that one out?”

“I was told you work at the agency part-time,” Atsushi explains. “And you’re wearing a uniform, so there was a good chance you were still in school. Plus Jun’ichirō-san and I seem to be similar in age. It just made sense.”

“Not bad, kid,” I say from the bar, leaning my cheek on my hand as I watch him with a faint smile. “Now, what about Kunikida?” I point over at my blonde partner, and he ends up spitting his coffee out at me. Thankfully, I’m able to control liquids to some degree and just send it back into his mug. “NOBODY CARES ABOUT WHAT I USED TO BE, ALRIGHT?!”

Atsushi is already narrowing his eyes at Kunikida, clearly trying to think things through. “An official…?” he mutters. He opens his eyes, struck with an idea of some sort. “Did he hold a government job?”

“Almost,” I say slyly. “He was a public school teacher. And he taught math.” I glance over at him, and he’s half pouting in his seat, his mug sitting next to him on the bar. He’s refusing to even look at me, his eyes closed. “I can totally picture that,” Atsushi mumbles to himself.

“It was another life,” Kunikida says sternly, clearly still mad at me for bringing it up. “I don’t even want to think about it.” He takes a long sip from his mug and then puts it down. “And don’t even try doing Nakahara. His former profession is a mystery to everyone.”

“Aw, Kunikida~” I pout at him, giving him playful puppy eyes. “You took my fun away!”

“No one has guessed it yet, so leave it be.”

“The first person who finally figures it out collects a reward, isn’t that right?” Jun’ichirō says from the booth and I can practically see the gears in Atsushi’s head start to turn. “A rEwArD?!”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true,” I say with a shrug, seeming disinterested in the events happening. “And because no one’s guessed right, it’s just skyrocketed.”

“So…just out of curiosity…just how much is this reward right now?”

“Seven hundred thousand yen.”

“Seven…hundred… grand?!” I swear Atsushi is about to explode with the way he stares at me. “So if I guess correctly, it’s mine?! This isn’t some kind of prank?!”

“Trust me, I’m always a man of my word.” Liar.

“I gotta say,” Jun’ichirō says, sounding a little upset. “He looks really fired up.” Naomi seems just as upset. “There’s no way he’ll ever guess it.”

“That reward will be mine. Stockbroker!”

“No.”

“Writer!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Office worker!”

“Incorrect!”

“Researcher!”

“Wrong!”

“Lawyer?”

“No!”

“Journalist!”

“Eeeeeh-!”

“Carpenter!”

“Try again!”

“Fourtune Teller!”

“Nah.”

“Pilot?”

“Wrong again!”

“Japanese chef!”

“No!”

“Doctor?”

“No way!”

“Priest!”

“Blasphemous!”

“Model!”

“No, but thank you~”

“I bet you were just wandering around doing nothing at all,” Kunikida cuts in with an exasperated sigh. “Not true,” I say quietly, staring down at the ground in front of me. He puts his mug down and turns to face me, eyes wide a little. “I would never lie about something like this.”

Just looked at a blog where the header description said 'sometimes I reblog posts I like so I don't forget them'.

And I feel like that, right there, explains so much about how the site has changed in the last few months.

People now think reblogging is an unusual behaviour, rather than a default.

Tumblr newbies, please, for the love of baby Jesus, reblog the posts you like. That is the whole reason the site exists - for you to collect all your shiny fandom objects in a single space. Which you can organize to your heart's content. Or not organize at all, if that's your jam.

Our blogs are intended to be collections of posts, not collections of likes.