together? 

(3k | 15.Feb.25)

MuraYoshi, Established Relationship, During & Post Canon

It's late June, final year of junior high, when the idea first arises.

It's late June, years and years later, when Matsuraiken is finally forcibly closed and the idea arises once more.

Two instances, then years apart, when Yoshida's idea of opening a shop with Muramatsu and joining their businesses comes up.

brontide

(0.8k | 14.Feb.25)

Terasaka Gang, Hurt/Comfort

A solid hit to his shoulder steals his attention. Terasaka tenses and rolls over, lips parting only to seal themselves once more at the trembling shadow next to his bed.

Itona.

Itona has a nightmare during a sleepover and goes to Terasaka for comfort. 

wax crayons

(11k | 4/12 | 19.March.25)

Terasaka Gang, De-aging, Crack Treated Seriously

Korosensei whisks into the classroom, eyes flinging to the still-glowing device in the corner. “Terasaka-kun, you called–?”

His voice cracks in his throat as his gaze hooks onto the wriggling bundle of clothes. Four wide-eyed faces full with baby-fat stare up at him.

“So,” Terasaka says with a strained grin as a four-year-old Itona pokes Korosensei’s tentacles, “I can explain.”

Terasaka would like to make it completely clear that he was against the time machine from the start. He would also like to make it completely clear that any situation wherein he’s been assigned the voice of reason is one guaranteed to go to shit.

So, for once, none of this is his fault. His friends have been turned into versions of themselves from ten years ago and he just wants them back, but now he's stuck babysitting them.

sleep on the floor, dream about me

(0.5k | 15.Nov.25)

Angst

Destruction:
noun

The action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired.

Four case studies on self-destruction and one conclusion on self-construction.

thanatology

(0.8k | 10.Nov.24)

Hazama-centric, Character Study

Upon finding yourself alienated from mainstream society, shunned from social circles, there are two ways of confronting it. Do you:

• Tear your soul from your body in desperate, raw attempts at conformity, scraping off your skin all that brands you different, freakish, in their eyes?

Or:

• Revel in what sets them on edge so much – enough to steer clear, enough to propel rumours to justify their innate disgust and wariness?

the most normal night with terasaka's gang

(3k | 10.Nov.24)

Fluff and Crack

“Why does it always end this way,” Muramatsu mumbles, narrowly dodging a banana peel that Itona launches at him and shooting him a glare, to which Itona pokes his tongue out and flashes a peace sign.

Hazama hums. “With every game you play I become more tempted to exorcise Terasaka.”

Side-eyeing her, Terasaka wrinkles his nose. “I’ll just eat all the salt like I did last time, back off.” He turns back to the screen and chokes, leaping to his feet as Taisei snickers. “What the hell!”

(a documentation of the average series of events during a terasaka gang sleepover)

ibid

(1k | 30.Oct.24)

Itona-centric, Horror

He can’t close his eyes.

Crowned by a shadow that stretches to the window, something wades towards the edge of the bed. Each footstep a steady heartbeat against the floorboards.

Silver hair glinting in pools of moonlight, gold eyes hollow and hungry. An unravelling black hoodie hangs limply from its skeletal frame. Itona wants to close his eyes.

(after his tentacles are removed, itona is plagued by nightmares)

in comes the tide

(0.5k | 27.Oct.24)

Hazama-centric, Horror

Hazama knows Kunugigaoka well by now. Of course she does. It would be pathetic if she didn’t.

With every step she takes, subtle as a shadow, the rain follows. Piercing the tranquil night, raindrops slice through rolling clouds and bruise the cobbled paths. The lambent glowing of street-lamps wane and expand, adopting misty veils as she dons her own in the form of her thin, sodden hair.

(a take on the ame-onna with yokai!hazama)

mirror, mirror

(0.4k | 20.Oct.24)

Hazama-centric, Horror

Why, why does that banshee persist in digging you up? How many burials must I hold, how far down must I dig, til she lays you to rest?

Our story repeats. Staring at me with distinctly inhuman marble eyes, skeletal hands fisted in my quilt, we both know how this goes.

(frequently, hazama's mother's fairytales get out of hand. hazama finds another use for being a trained assassin)

something rotten

(0.2k | 12.Oct.24)

Terasaka-centric, Inspired by Hamlet

Nothing but an usurper.
It usurped the moon, filthy and monstrous. And it invades. It invades your orchard, your haven, waving its tentacles like batons – everyone convinced, not you.

(terasaka's observations of corruption, deceit and betrayal)

common Terasaka Ls (and their aftermath)

(4k | 7.Oct.24)

Crack, Social Media

Itona (4:22PM): so guys you know our “Common Terasaka Ls” account on vine?
Taisei (4:22PM): Duh
Hazama (4:22PM): Obviously.
Muramatsu (4:22PM): oh yeah
Terasaka (4:23PM): EXCUSE ME??????
Itona (4:24PM): well some journalist recognised terasaka as one of the school kids involved in the whole korosensei thing and the account’s gained 100k followers basically overnight
Terasaka (4:24PM): EXCUSE ME ?????????????????????????

(a journalist finds the meme account the gang made of terasaka and everything snowballs from there)

clance impostor phenomenon scale

(2k | 5.Oct.24)

Among Us AU, Crack Treated Seriously

Day by day the tentacles beg to be satiated. Like a scab yearning to be picked, it itches. Painful and bloody, they infest his mind with the sweet songs of victory, of strength.

Itona clutches his head, barely paying attention to Terasaka going on about new orders from ground control. The pads of his fingers massage his temple, tracing tight circles, and he devours the inside of his cheek until he draws blood. Anything to ease the tentacles.

Is he coming to the end?

(itona is an impostor who's supposed to kill the entire crew on this ship and leave no survivors. he's not very good at it, to say the least)

pyroclastic debris

(1.5k | 18.Sep.24)

Terasaka-centric, Hurt/Comfort

Slouching, Terasaka languidly tracks the poster’s corner peeling over. Sweat prickles his skin like salt on a wound the longer he stares at the stock-photo of fireworks, crawling down his shoulder blades.

“Used to take my little sister sometimes. Hope she has fun memories of it, at least,” he says. To him, his voice tumbles out muffled. Miles away.

(a fireworks show and the consequences of not processing the year you spent as trained assassins)

phlox (our souls are united)

(2k | 15.Sep.24)

Terasaka-centric, Hanahaki AU

In frustration, a growl rips from him and with it bursts free a cough. Like a burning bridge, the itching agony extinguishes as a spluttering mess of chrysanthemums, hollyhocks and spider-lilies swirled together with blood, bile and mucus cascades from his throat to the dirt below.

Forcefully sinking to his knees, Terasaka slams his hand over his mouth, eyes widening as the stench of copper and pollen presses into him. He draws a patched breath, tears welled in the corners of his eyes, as the sensation lodged within his chest returns.

“The fuck…?” he rasps, lifting his hand to his eyes. Dull blood and pigments of yellow, red and pink stain the skin.

(terasaka catches hanahaki disease during the vision time period)

reintroduction to early 21st century romanticism 

(2k | 4.Sep.24)

KuraZama, MuraYoshi

"Ooh..." Hinano stops swinging their hands, twirls to her with sparkling eyes. "We should go on a double-date! That's a Valentine's classic -- Yocchan and Muramacchan are dating, right? Let's ask them!"

The proposal rolls into the chilly air with the wisps from their breaths and Hazama blinks. Once, twice, thrice. It’s not until Hinano tilts her head, expecting an answer, that it processes and Hazama positively gapes.

She doesn’t have time to assess how her girlfriend knows about what Yoshida and Muramatsu have going on (because, honestly, fair enough), and leaps instead straight to the concept of being on a double date with them. First instinct tells her there’s a greater chance of them agreeing to a suicide pact with her than that, but she could just be projecting.

(fluffy kurazama/murayoshi double date at a cat cafe)

blackwood

(2k, 1.Sep.24)

Hazama-centric, Inspired by Shirley Jackson

Hello, says Kirara-chan, would you like a cup of tea?
Oh no, I cry, you’ll poison me!
Hello, says Kirara-chan, would you like to go to sleep?
Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!

(based on the first chapter of shirley jackson's "we have always lived in the castle")

the porcupine dilemma 

(1.5k | 30.Aug.24)

Itona-centric, Fluff

Every casual touch from his new friends suffuses warmth and pleasant electric shock sensations throughout him, beyond the pain. A comfort long-forgotten, he aches to readjust to it. He knows not how to ask for it, can only wait for them to initiate.

And when that doesn’t come, he has to take matters into his own hands.

(itona is touch-starved)

earthquake

(0.8k | 29.Aug.24)

Muramatsu-centric

As he approaches, the shop’s window hanging flimsily open catches his eye – drawing out soft creaks with the wind. He frowns, eyes narrowing, and clicks his key in the door. Huh…

Tense, he flicks the light.

“Fucking hell!” Muramatsu staggers back quick as light bursts into the room and illuminates a solitary, shadowy figure.

Droopy, bloodshot eyes rimmed with smudged eyeliner and clumpy mascara stare back at him, unimpressed. Thin lips curl into a vicious smile.

“Good evening,” drawls Hazama.

(having received the news that they're headed for e-class, muramatsu finds hazama in his shop and cooks ramen)

hold a grudge like a hand

(0.4k | 27.Aug.24)

Itona-centric, Angst

Itona becomes homeless the day his uncle locks him out the house. The acidic, bloody tang of loss slathers his tongue – heavy.

It was not unexpected.

the tangler

(1k | 27.Aug.24)

Horror

flash flooding 

(0.2k | 26.Aug.24)

Muramatsu-centric, Relationship Study

Terasaka has always, in the year they’ve known each other, been rougher with Muramatsu.

Never has he spiked to violence. That was never Terasaka’s style.

order up!

(15k | 25.Aug.24)

MuraYoshi, Fake Dating AU

Muramatsu's eye glints the exact glint that lets everyone around him know he’s preparing to unleash the most unprovoked, unhinged shit ever uttered by another human being. “Yoshida, we should date.”

His stomach lurches and Yoshida chokes violently on his drink, nose flaring as it burns and a dumbstruck Terasaka pounding his back, before he spits out:

“The fuck?”

Wordlessly, Hazama slips Itona a thousand yen note.

(yoshida and muramatsu plot to get back at nakamura and maehara after they try setting them up. unfortunately, there's a reason neither of them are the class strategists)

combustion engine

(3k | 19.Aug.24)

Yoshida-centric, Character Study

Society has rules, strict rules.

Taisei likes rules, his rules, that is. The rules he has for himself – society’s rules are unfair. Using underhanded tactics to further beat up those with the short end of the stick, it’s blatantly unfair.

one thing about taisei is that, all things considered, he's a pretty rational guy.