Sooo Glad Izumi Is In His Life Fr - Tumblr Posts

cw!!: mentions of injury, nicotine addiction/ smoking

banri worries me soooo much he’s such a silly guy <33 like? this kid’s forearms were constantly peppered with tiny nicks and scrapes for 4 straight years of his life. during his first year at mankai his hands, specifically his knuckles, were always bruised. he still has scars. there’s a big one that traces a line across his right shoulder blade. his sister dressed that one. she didnt say anything when he shuffled into her bedroom, and he didnt say anything when she started crying. she never told on him. he didnt have to ask her not to. that scar is the one that healed the best.

first year at mankai, omi almost wanted to cry when he saw this little kid who reeked of tobacco when he snuck back inside at 4:15 am. how he had habit of going to lifting an arm to cover his face when someone yells. how he flexes his hand in a strange way when he walks past someone holding a knife, even a black rubber prop. practically all of akigumi have noticed something that scared them. juza. how often would he’d bite his tongue, keep secrets without being asked, because he knew banri trusted him to? this high school boy who set his jaw when the movies they watched had fight scenes in them. how he set his jaw in the same way when watching a romantic one. how he postures his shoulders different when he goes out with izumi, or the younger kids. hell, even with azuma and tsumugi. banri who always walks smack in the middle of a hallway so he can see if someone is rounding the corner on any side. [taichi has developed a habit of tapping the toe of his slipper into the floor every now and then when he’s walking around late at night. as much as he doesnt want sakyo to catch him, that split second look banri gave when taichi accidentally snuck up on him, that unsettling mix of fear and reflexive anger and intensity. god. he’d take sakyo over that any day]. when banri offers his jacket to izumi when she forgets hers, he knows she doesnt miss him quickly emptying his pockets. nor does she miss the light scent of tobacco that mixes with his expensive ass cologne. he is grateful while they’re outside she only gives him a look when she pulls up the collar of his jacket. its the wordless ‘we’re going to have this conversation. you aren’t getting out of it. later, after dinner. i’ll find you, don’t worry.’ and he gave her a look when she said she still felt her hands reflexively go into her pocket for her lighter every now and then.

she helped him quit. bless that damn annoying woman, his director. she helped him. and, of course, in the weirdest way settsu had ever heard. izumi offered to buy his cigarettes from now on. she’d help him cut down. he just had to swear to only smoke the ones she bought. he kept his word. she kept hers. by the end of year 2 he was done. and he pretended not to see when izumi got teary-eyed as he handed back the last handful of loosies.