Wholesome Autumn Kageyama And Hinata

wholesome autumn kageyama and hinata <3

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥: 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A Suguru geto x reader fake marriage au! 

Where Geto commits marriage fraud to avoid deportation (and has to convince everyone that his love is real). or Geto falls in love with something other than his job.

Part I. The Office

Part II. Egoist

Part III. Benign

Part IV. Hell (an alaskan bar)

Part V. Revelation / Evil, vile, horrible

Part VI. Mercy!

Part VII. Gone, gone, gone!

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this series is complete!

jjk 271… im so pissed cuh this shit was ASS

chapter twelve: tha greatest moron of our life and times previous ⎯ masterlist ⎯ next

You're buzzing with excitement as you're sitting patiently at the dilapidated internet cafe, waiting for Spider-Man. To think that you were, quite literally, a walk away from the person that could get you your big break into the world of journalism had you ready to gnaw the table in anticipation. (You, for obvious health and safety reasons, don't, because you don't want to die a young death caused by a splinter infection.)

Instead, you patiently wait, finding it hard to focus on finding the arsonist as much as deciding how to play it with Spider-Man. As much as you wanted to devote your day to unmasking the hero by finding a list of suspects, you begrudgingly remembered your calling to the citizens of Tokyo as well, and hurried to this rendezvous spot in a backalley on Aoyama-dori.

"Calm down, you can do this," you exhale, trying to channel your inner broody, DGAF attitude that you'd usually need to tap into when being Vigilante. You re-calibrate your attention onto the Jurassic PC in front of you, scanning the shopowners forum of the complex that had recently been shut down.

One recent headline catches your eye, and you sigh upon clicking it since the computer nearly has an aneurysm accessing the site.

HATTORI K-MART DECLARES BANKRUPTCY, TO BE SHUT DOWN BY END OF MONTH. BIDS FOR EMPTY LOT TO BEGIN.

The name is familiar to you. You refer to the map on your lap, where you'd encircled the few buildings that had been completely scorched to rubble. The mart was one of them. Your brain latches onto these words, and you feel the familiar tug of intuitiveness that you get when you're onto a legit lead for an article. There was something here that you were missing.

Scrolling down to the comments, you're met with a flurry of replies of interest by businessmen, but one specifically catches your eye.

korigashi76: about time... enough payment defaults have been made. yet another sunk venture wwwwwww +56 -3 "Yet another sunk venture?", you read aloud, and squint your eyes. Hattori K-Mart's tax returns should be publicly available, along with the details of the person who ran it.

You're waiting for the computer to recover from the shock that comes from opening two tabs at once when the doorbell jingles open to reveal Spider-Man walking in, hands tucked into a brown jacket.

"Sorry. Had an urgent, er, thing," he says, dragging a wheelie chair towards you and sliding across the floor. You recover from the slight fright you felt, freezing up when you saw him, to clear your throat and wave him off.

"You're good. Hey, do me a favour and look up the shops that were completely burnt down by the arsonist. I think I have a lead," you say, your voice a little thick.

"Oh, thank God," Spider-Man groans, relief flooding his voice. "I was gettin' a bit sick of this case."

You're jittery now at the proximity by which he's near you, booting up the PC next to yours. That damn mask was practically begging to be pulled off, enticing you with the prospects of the life you've always dreamt of. You swallow the lump in your throat, choosing to focus on the glowing screen in front of you.

Thankfully, the tax returns load in front of you in a neat PDF before you can fantasise about yanking the mask off, and you squint in suspicion at the name that greets you at the top.

HATTORI K-MART CO. BOOTH #34, MINATO SHOPPING COMPLEX REGISTRATION NUMBER: 6548812A PROPRIETOR: ISHIDA, YUSUKE

That name... you'd seen it somewhere before. To be specific, you remember the face associated with it. A middle-aged man with a head full of jet-black hair, distraught. A not-so-quick Google search leads you to an interview taken minutes after the Shinjuku fire. Speeding through irrelevant clips and commentary, you finally come across the man.

"....And now, we're talking to one of the victims of this fire, whose shop, JV Sports Co., was just burnt down. Sir, sir, what do you have to say?", the reporter frantically asks in front of the cordoned-off building, smoke rising in streaks in the background as Yusuke Ishida's face takes up most of the screen.

Eyes red from smoke exposure, face sooty and hassled, tears well up in his eyes as he struggles to speak without his voice cracking.

"My shop...my precious shop, it's gone. It was a labour of love for me, and now it's been reduced to ashes," he laments, bravely sniffling as he's handed a tissue under the camera to wipe his eyes. "It was a haven for sports fans and the sole sustainer of my family. Now what should I do? Some hooligan's taken away my entire life from me! I beg the police, please find them and bring them to justice," he whines, finishing his statement and pushing the camera away from him to break down into wracking sobs.

This was convincing. Spider-Man, who'd been peering over your shoulders, whistles lowly. "That's a good actor right there. But a bad liar," he says, blowing a raspberry.

"He says that shop was his 'sole sustainer', but according to the business association records in Ginza, he's also the owner of a failed conveyor belt restaurant that was just hit with an eviction notice a month ago," Spider-Man explains, and your interests are piqued.

"How interesting. Here, even in the Minato complex, he's listed as the proprietor of the K-Mart that was just burnt to the ground."

"Convenient. Because that restaurant's in the dust now, too," Spider-Man counters, and for a second, the cogs turn in your head simultaneously.

"I think we've got our perp, Spidey," you say, with a small smile underneath your mask.

"That's what I was thinking too. But the motives don't add up," he contemplates, stretching back on the chair and tucking his arms underneath his head.

You hum.

Multiple sunken ventures, all now destroyed, connected to one man. He needs money, clearly. But what would burning down those plots get him? Revenge? Vindiction? What path would clearly lead him to money?

Spider-Man shoots up as if struck by heat lightning. "I've got it," he declares, proudly. "He's doing it to cash an insurance claim," he explains, and you gape, instantly feeling as though the puzzle pieces have fallen in place. An unexpected stroke of genius.

"Shit, that's it," you breathe lowly, pushing the chair back. "We gotta catch him before he can cash out," you agree, fumbling to switch the computer off.

Spider-Man is already one step ahead of you, shrugging his jacket on. You catch the peek of a keychain with the motif of a golden fox before he's shoving gloved hands into his pocket.

He looks back, and you can tell he's grinning under his mask. You, for the first time, feel a pang of guilt course through you.

"What're we waitin' around for then, partner?"

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