COLLYWOBBLES • collection of short ff's

- T. Fumikage | crack-angst

character: tokoyami fumikage
pronouns used: he/him/his
genre: crack-angst / not-so-serious angst
triggers: light suicide mentions, light sexual topics, toxic reader, stereotypical "emo" label
synopsis: the reader finds out tokoyami likee him
side note: this one was so weird, i'm not sure how i even came up with this

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it was currently lunch time. the perfect time for friends to meet up, and talk before they have to go back to their classes.

just like the unknown group. the emos. well, some would call them that, at least.

sitting around one table, there was jirou, shouji, and tokoyami. and, for some reason, hagakure had invited herself. they were only waiting on (m/n).

"so, 'emo squad,'" the invisible girl giggled. "what's going on with you all?"

"jirou, why did you bring her? her happiness shines too bright to be here.." tokoyami muttered, hunched over his lunch tray.

the female deadpanned. "i didn't invite her, she came on her own-"

"oh, that reminds me!" the other female chirped. "i heard you like someone, tokoyami! share with the group."

"where have you heard this blasphemy-!?" the half-bird squawked, dark shadow coming out and letting out a screeching noise.

shouji suddenly spoke up. "well, you make it obvious..."

"w- what ever do you mean?"

"well, you don't use that nerdy language when he's around. and you become less..." the masked boy trailed off in thought.

"less emo?" jirou finished.

"yeah, that."

"absolutely not-"

hagakure made some kind of excited movement. "tokoyami totally likes (m/n)!!"

"what?" "huh?"

they all turned, seeing (m/n) standing with his tray in his hand. he was looking to the half-breed. "you like me?"

"i- well-"

(m/n), the lead emo, sat down at the table while snickering. "wow. i didn't expect to live another day and hear this!"

tokoyami only laughed nervously.

"look, birdy. you're great, amazing even! but, it could never work."

"uh..." tokoyami blinked. "what?"

"i mean, c'mon. you're a literal bird. or, you have a bird head. i wouldn't be able to kiss you, or receive head- and my lover is supposed to be my reason to live. if you can't give me head, why shouldn't i die?" the table could only sit in silence as (m/n) talked.

the boy shrugged, "you also give very fake emo vibes. like, all you do is sit in brute. that's it, it doesn't give enough solid proof of you being here. i can't date a phony emo. i need someone like me, whose openly depressed and welcome to death, but lives because of that awesome brain, if you know what i mean," (m/n) snickered, stopping his tangent so he could eat his food.

"uh.." jirou laughed awkwardly. "wow. okay. um-"

"that's fine," tokoyami spoke. "i get it. i understand."

"really?" (m/n) asked cheekily. "that's great. hope you didn't take offense to that. i just wanted to let you know," he smiled to the bird boy.

"right..."

that day, everyone found out how much of a "toxic emo" (m/n) was.