"okay So The AU Begins With Kazunari On The 17th Floor Of A Building, He's An Artist But Caught In Art

"okay so the AU begins with kazunari on the 17th floor of a building, he's an artist but caught in art block so he's lying on a chaise wearing a silk robe decorated with lily pads, he hasn't checked his email in 5 days so he missed the building maintenance notification about window cleaning, and then mid internal-monologue, it's Tsuzuru right outside the window, right, on those pulley rope things, but throughout the entire fic they're separated by a pane of glass, like they wave and make faces at each other and then at the aquarium, again, tsuzuru's in the water with the dolphins and it's the glass separating them,

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Sakyo my king, will never ever use a dishwasher. A MACHINE??? CLEANING MY DISHES??? he does not believe it works im so sorry to tell you all this but it must be said

Yuki was once going on a rant about how corsets are almost never done properly in movies and tv shows, as he does, and Homare happened to be home. Homare listened to him for a moment, then proceeded to run to his room, waking Hisoka who noted his all too common excitement with barely a muffled “what’reyoudoing?”. 

He returns with one of his 5 different corsets and passionately tells Yuki that he wholeheartedly shares his opinion that when laced correctly corsets are soooooo pretty!

.,..,they then proceeded to have a mini fashion show in yuki’s room. Muku, Hisoka, Juza, Tsumugi, Azuma, and Izumi were all roped into it. (Azuma looked stunning and Homare just about cried from the overwhelming poetic inspiration he got from the experience.)

note: i barely passed biology please i know this is not medically a common thing please i begging u just imagine omi looking all pretty please please i begging dont make me think ab science!!!! I AM JUST A LITTLE CREATURE WRITING HCS FOR A GAME THAT CANONICALLY INCLUDES TIME LOOPS THIS ISNT THAT FAR FETCHED! [also this is legally a wip bc i cant seem to get off my ass and write rn <3]

omi def started to grey prematurely, a mixture of it being a genetic trait in his family, and the horrific amount of grief and stress he went through early in life. He used the trick he learned from one of his aunts of using root-touch-up to cover the shiny silver hairs that would pop up across his scalp, with a bit of a concentration near his temples. The first two people at mankai to ever see them were sakyo and izumi, on separate occasions. Sakyo still remembers that heavy, indescribable feeling in his chest when he ran into omi in the kitchen after everyone had gone to bed. How omi had clearly just washed his hair, it was still dripping at the nape of his neck. How, the silver strands caught the harsh, artificial light of the fridge so strikingly. How tired fushimi looked. How world-weary. How jaded. He couldn't bring himself to mention it, but it was hard to make casual conversation whilst wondering what the hell had happened to this kid, that he looks like me on my worst days?

Omi definitely felt his chest tighten when izumi quietly, reverently, whispered “Fushimi-san, your hair is so pretty ‘nd silvery!!”

Another late night run-in. This time omi had been sitting in the courtyard with a warm cup of sawine, trying to ignore the fact that it was 2:57 in the morning. Ignoring the fact that he knew he had practice in a few hours. How the kids would wake up and leave for school in a few hours. How, at this point he might as well just stay up. Who gives a fuck, right? His time is better spent taking care of those kids. Those sweet kids, some of them still so genuinely innocent of what the world can do to a 20-something year old disaster. He should be making sure they’ve got something in their stomachs before class. Making sure that at least they know someone cares.  At least they can say they-

“Fushimi?”

Shitshitshitfuckshit “Director! You really should be asleep right now”

With that strong conviction he knew her for, his beloved director plunks down in the chair next to him, a bundle of some sort of fabric in her arms 

“You should be asleep too! But here we are! Mind telling me why you’re up?”

Damn, can’t ignore her now.

hc: muku will sometimes text in freeform poetry 

Muku:

I think cooked fruit is disgusting, in nearly all forms.

but if you like cooked fruit,

i will give all of mine to you

and you will give me the crust off of your pie to nibble on

and that is because we love each other :)))))))

-1:34 AM

Yuki:

Go the fuck to sleep <3

-1:37 AM