Sometimes Two Bros Just Need To Cry It Out Together.

sometimes two bros just need to cry it out together.

kami's exhausted. tired. it's his own fault, really, pushing himself to work the last few days of the work week when he felt under the weather at best. it's a good thing he had today off, he'd PLANNED to spend most of it sleeping. at least, for the most part, he's feeling better. it must be the lack of patrons or customer service voice he has to put on.

at the very least, kami had anticipated lying in a miserable stupor for most of the weekend. not that he'd planned on shutting anyone ELSE out. but sometimes, his thoughts ― even with his medication ― get the best of him. he's found it far more helpful to let himself stew in self imposed misery before reaching out for a sense of normalcy.

when he hears the knocks on his door, he groans and hoists himself up off the couch, knocking his phone to the ground. he'd intended on MAYBE browsing the internet at some point today, but that's forgotten about as he rests his hand on the doorknob. kami realizes he probably should actually check to see who's at the door ― he hadn't expected company, nor had he ordered food. there should be no real reason for anyone to just randomly knock on the door.

he pulls it open.

for a second, kaminari stares at the figure before him. too tired, head pounding, and just confused. this... looks like someone he'd once known a long time ago. months and months and―

he promptly SLAMS the door shut, even going the extra mile to turn the lock. all at once, his chest tightens and aches, like he's having a heart attack randomly. cluching his chest, kami sinks to the ground, turning his back to the door and leaning against it. he's breathing heavily, hunched forward with knees drawn up. cluching his temples, kami lets out a terrified moan, staring wide eyed at the ground.

"no, you stopped haunting me," kami blurts out. voice, probably muffled through the door. he EXPECTS 'kuni' to hear it. "i'm on meds now, you stopped haunting me. you aren't supposed to hurt me anymore. why are you me?"

no, NOT him. kuni. she'd introduced herself as kuni this time. the wave of panic rushes over him again, threatening to drown him. kami almost can't even breathe, save for wheezing rasps as he presses his trembling fingers more painfully against his temples. "you're dead. you're both dead. makoto why? please stop haunting me, please just leave me alone. i'm... please..."

he  can  hear  his  blood  roaring  in  his  ears  loud  enough  that  it  threatens  to  drown  out  his  THOUGHTS.  the  door  before  him  looks  more  imposing  than  it  has  any  right  to  be.  knock.  knock.  knock.  that's  all  he  needs  to  do  —  that's  supposed  to  be  the  easy  part,  yet  ku ...  no,  ren  finds  himself  freezing  when  it  counts.  (  cold  feet.  just  his  luck,  huh?  )  it  probably  doesn't  help  that  this  is  the  longest  he's  spent  in  public  in  —  well,  MONTHS.  the  brunt  of  his  social  interactions  have  consisted  of  monosyllabic  exchanges  with  the  night  shift  cashier  of  his  local  convenience  store.  after  a  while  they  stopped  even  questioning  the  vast  amounts  of  caffeine-leaden  garbage  he  was  putting  into  his  body.  in  hindsight,  that  probably  wasn't  a  good  thing.

okay.  enough  stalling.  an  inhale,  an  exhale  —  and  he's  raising  a  hand,  rapping  knuckles  sharply  against  his  cousin's  door.

ren  waits  and  waits  and  waits  for  him  to  answer.  he's  adorned  himself  in  a  dark  jacket  with  a  hood  large  enough  to  comfortably  shroud  any  recognizable  features  from  wandering  eyes.  (  fucking  security  cameras  might  as  well  be  planted  on  every  street  corner  these  days.  )  the  lower  half  of  his  face  is  adorned  with  a  mask,  and  when  the  door  FINALLY  cracks  open,  he  preemptively  hooks  a  finger  beneath  the  thin  fabric.  ❝  ...  kaminari. ❞  the  name  feels  awkward  on  his  tongue,  like  the  months  and  months  of  separation  have  left  it  feeling  unfamiliar.  he  stares  at  his  cousin  —  meeting  the  eyes  that  bear  such  eerie  resemblance  to  his  own.  he  really  should  have  taken  the  time  to  plan  out  what  he  was  going  to  say,  but  he  didn't  and  there's  no  point  in  agonizing  over  what's  already  done.  ❝  i  know  how  strange  this  might  look,  but  i  can  explain. ❞  and  he  punctuates  the  reassurance  by  tugging  the  mask  down,  revealing  his  face  in  full.  same  indigo  hair,  same  piercings,  same  shadows  beneath  his  eyes  from  a  decade  of  substituting  coffee  for  sleep.

❝  it's  kuni.  seriously.  and  i'm  not  dead  —  never  was. ❞  weight  shifts  impatiently  from  one  foot  to  the  other.  he  has  to  fight  the  urge  to  look  over  his  shoulder.  ❝  can  you  hurry  up  and  let  me  in?  standing  around  out  here  is  making  my  skin  crawl. ❞

@oficeandwind new and improved modern AU!

Found this in Chongyun's character stories:

Scholars, as if from the Akedemiya? That means Chongyun's reputation even extends to Sumeru.

WHAT CHEST PIECE REPRESENTS YOU?

black rook

You are the Black Rook. As a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. Being the black piece, you hide an inner beast within you. Perhaps you're one to rush headfirst into trouble, was it for a friend's sake? Or your own? Are you the overprotective type? Did you know your grip was that tight around someone's neck? For all your protectiveness and deliberate planning, you can't wash the blood off your hands that easily.

tagged by: no one, i stole it. tagging: you.

♡ Munday Meme ♡

Some questions to get to know the mun’s rping habits!

When did you start writing on Tumblr?

Who was your first muse?

Who are your longest rp friends?

Favourite thing about roleplaying?

Least favourite thing about roleplaying?

OTP for your muse?

NOTP for your muse?

What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?

What are some differences between you and your muse/muses?

Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

Would you write with duplicate characters? How do you think your muse would react?

Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?

Who is an author that inspires you?

What do you look for in a rp partner?

Favourite trope?

Least favourite trope?

Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?

Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music?

How do you overcome writer’s block?

Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

Short, medium, or long threads?

Do you ever get jealous when rping? How do you handle this?

What about your muse are you most proud of?

i really want to write threads related to the paranormal/supernatural and hauntings, especially since it's very tied into chongyun's career.

who else would be interested in threads like this?