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❝𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?❞
When a boy in a kittie hoodie claims to be named the same as your childhood stuffed animal, you don't take it well. Especially after figuring out he was inside the plushie and heard everything you'd told him and o...
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posted: 09.04.21
yes, I am aware that they are the same height in canon, it's just cute, short karma supremacy.
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KARMA AKABANE didn't know how, why, when, or where he was when he woke on his side, covered by a white stuffed duvet, surrounded by soft pillows and stuffed animals. He didn't know why he was in a pink kitty hoodie and black knee-high socks. In his hands were two long screwdrivers, both with bloodred handles.
He didn't know why he had all this knowledge about elementary to what looked like more-than-college curriculums of Math, Science, and more. And he now apparently knew this kid Gakushuu Asano who was strawberry blonde, perfect, hated stalkers and had quite the abusive father. And he didn't remember anything else.
Gakushuu Asano would say and believe that he had quite the life as a fourteen-year-old- a group of five lackeys (including him, of course,) hundreds, if not thousands, of admirers, and smarts that could probably be used to take over the world if he wanted to. Everything else except bookwork was a waste of his time- romance, real relationships, feelings.
Scratch that, life was a waste of his time.
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The cold pre-winter winds swept across Kunugigaoka, sending stray piles of dried leaves into the air- a masterpiece painted in red and yellow, providing a welcoming walkway for anyone who walked across. In this case, it was a strawberry blonde with amantharine eyes, a harsh glance, and a god-like figure.
It was quite late- the sun was setting, it was around six o'clock. The sky was certainly included in the masterpiece, blurred in layers of orange and pink. Days like these were those that he lived for when the chairman was off on a business trip, nobody there to bother him. Or so he thought.
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With a breathy sigh, the said blonde shut the heavy, carved wooden door, freeing his hand from the cold, hard gilded golden handle. The tiled marble floors were black and white, an echo resounding through the empty halls every step he took. Afternoons like this were those he lived for, those when the chairman had board conferences and business trips, some even lasted until more than a day or so.
The emptiness was quite comforting, though maybe the house wasn't so empty. It was golden hour, bright yellow light shown through the large metal-lined windows, the big room quite a sight. He smiled, metal keys in hand, lugging his black bag up the polished wooden stairs.
The house smelled of lemon and mothballs, quite a nice aroma if you'd think about it. The door to his room had a golden doorknob and was made of dark red rosewood. His father was quite materialistic, in fact, the house was a mansion with seven hundred square meters and a pool, the latter never used.
Breathing in, he genuinely smiled before opening the creaky door, met by a fast ginger-pink-ish blur with two sword-like screwdrivers pointed at his face and swiping them roughly in a way that it actually hurt, and he was half sure he had at least a scratch, palming the indented surface on his cheek. The boy before him slowly lowered the tools in his hands, realizing what he did. His mouth opened and closed as if he was going to say something before deciding not to.
The intruder didn't seem to be an intruder, though- if he hadn't just assaulted the guy with a screwdriver, he would've said he was innocent. He was clad in a light pink jacket with cat ears, a kittie hoodie, if you must. It was oversized, its hood up, although stray locks of red hair peeked out of it. It had no zipper, two strings hanging from its top, and a pocket at the bottom that took over one-fourth of the whole hoodie.
It hung over his mid-thighs, and he wore no pants save the black legging-like knee-high socks that covered only some of his hairless milky white skin on his legs. His mercury eyes were calculating and quite certain, but that did nothing so far to prove further that he must be brought out at once. He was quite cute, but let's not stray from the point here.
The other smirked, clearly confident even if he was wearing only a kittie hoodie (notes, children, you want to be tough? Do not wear.) A hand on his hip, he walked nearer to the blonde, closing the gap between them with a screwdriver and his arm. It was then that he noticed the other was sizably shorter.
The red tool was pressed up against his chin, pointing it up slightly. His opponent raised it up higher with more force- he was strong, Gakushuu would give you that. "So you're..." he walked closer, a meager eight inches was between them now, "Gakushuu Asano?" he breathed ominously.
