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Fushimi could not seem to get said shady beanie boy out of his head. It’s just—his smile.
It hurt so good.
The raven found himself wandering the quarters of the Enforcers (well, that’s mainly because he was on duty, really—but of course, he happened to pick up a rather useful skill from Senior Inspector Munakata Reisi—and it was monitoring their subordinates) after dinner, spying—no, monitoring the Enforcers.
Although sure that there wouldn’t be anything interesting he would find, Fushimi could not understand the strange pounding of his heart against its cage, as if threatening to break free. His instincts told him that he was in anticipation of what was to come.
However, his angsty brain disagreed—insisting that it was the mere urge to click his tongue (to express said affection for said beanie cutie). Since his superiors have been complaining about his skillful tongue(s) clicking, the teenager reluctantly resorted to keeping his mouth and tongue(s) shut.
As Fushimi sauntered down the corridor of the Enforcer’s quarters, he heard a small commotion coming from one of the dorms.
He backtracked, confirming that the faint sounds were coming from a specific room before glancing at the name plaque of the owner.
Suoh Mikoto?
What’s he doing in the ev—
“Mn!” There was a sharp gasp; audible through the gaps of the front door. Fushimi frowned. That was no Suoh.
This man…all he ever does is say ‘Nn’ and use his hands to do the punching—
What else could he possibly be capable of?
Fushimi swore he heard a whimper coming from the inside. His urge to scowl in frustration increased rapidly as he began to think.
And of course, Fushimi hates thinking.
Well, all teenagers do.
Making a quick and instant deduction that Enforcer Suoh could very possibly be holding an innocent person captive, the new Inspector resolved to break down the door.
Wait.
But what if it’s a mistake?
Maybe he’s just picking a fight with Enforcer Kusanagi or something.
Pausing, Fushimi leaned closer to the door separating the Enforcer and himself, in attempt to listen and recognize the voice that was not Suoh’s.
“H-Haa—”
After confirming that he did indeed not know this person, the suspicions and doubts in the raven’s mind heightened.
Listen, I know what you’re thinking, but Fushimi is an angsty teenager who also happens to be sexually deprived. Look at him.
Just look at him.
You think he knows what those sounds are?
Well, no.
Not yet.
Bracing himself, he shifted his weight and prepared for impact when—
“Wait—here…?” The unidentified species was panting softly, slightly out of breath. “Suoh, we are in the entrance.”
As the unidentified species gradually became identified in Fushimi’s angsty brain, the teenager himself felt a rush of embarrassment, frustration, and obviously, angst.
Not…that he wasn’t angsty 100% of the time.
When the Inspector finally registered the identity of said unknown species, it surprisingly remained as an unidentified species because obviously Munakata Reisi was not human, and neither was he any other animal.
He was simply….
An unidentified species.
Well, if he could float then he’d be
Unidentified Flying Object I guess.
Why Suoh Mikoto had an interesting taste for unidentified species like his superior; Fushimi did not know and did not want to know. In fact, taste wouldn’t exactly be the word he would use to describe the Enforcer’s appetite, for the faint sound of someone being pinned onto the wall was way too obvious for Fushimi to miss.
As the disturbed Inspector ambled away with a scowl on his face, his mind soon began to drift back to the cute beanie dude he had the hots for.
Of course—he doesn’t realize that his feet oh-so-naturally brought him to the best location it deemed for sight-seeing, for Fushimi was too busy resisting the urge to click his tongue and produce his mating call.
The teenager arrived in front of Enforcer Yata Misaki’s dormitory door—only to find that it was slightly ajar. Inevitably, Sushimi was curious. I mean…what kind of angsty teenager would he be if he wasn’t tempted by an open door leading to the bedroom of the cute beanie dude he was interested in?
Who wouldn’t be tempted?
Well, Suoh Mikoto of course.
He wouldn’t be interested in an empty bedroom; unless the owner was in it.
As a result, Fushimi was left to contemplate the essence of his moral values; which happened to include ‘To click or not to click (tongue)’, and ‘Only allow beanie fetish’. Despite his incredible ability at connecting the dots, Inspector Sushimi was lacking in the field of Love.
The thing that turned his stomach upside down?
Yep.
The thing that emptied all the sushi in Sushimi’s stomach?
Yep.
Whilst contemplating life, the raven had failed to notice the staggered footsteps further down the corridor—approaching him.
Yata Misaki stumbled, unable to see where he was going at all. Apparently, apart from being a skate-boarding, monkey-obsessed, headphone-loving, beanie-wearing, red-head teenager; the youth was also a…small fry.
Which…which meant that he resembled a French fry.
Anyway, the French fry (not entirely French, in fact Yata didn’t know how to speak French, except the word that he learnt from Fushimi ‘TRES BIEN! KANEKI-KUN!’) was having some trouble with the stacks of cardboard boxes he was in the process of lunging towards his dorm.
However, unfortunately for poor Inspector Fushimi—Enforcer Yata did not crash into said raven. In fact, the moment Yata’s hands touched something oddly cold and icy (which turned out to be Sushimi’s elbow, his elbow is the coldest part of his body because that’s where his funny bone is and his funny bone is extremely freezing), the beanie boy staggered back with a start.
“W-Who’s there—oh…Inspector!” The Enforcer grinned, and Fushimi just could not comprehend why the other was smiling.
Does this guy smile for everyone?
Why is it that he can do it so easily when I—
Unable to hold back the urge to click his tongue, Sushimi released his mating call.
“Tsk…”
“What’s that?”
Yata responded with much difficulty, trying to make his way into his room. “Games!”
Another click of his tongue.
“Are you sure you’re allowed to bring that into the dorms?”
What he actually means: Hey cute beanie dude, play your darn game in my room.
“H-HA?” Yata made a sound of miffed protest, partly because he didn’t particularly like meandering his way around the corridor with a stack of boxes in his arms talking to the most socially awkward (apart from Munakata Reisi of course) guy in Division One. “Aren’t you just picking a fight with me, Inspector? Besides! Mikoto-san gave me the okay—”
“That Suoh Mikoto? What did he say huh? ‘Nn’ like he always does? Don’t lie to yourself Mi~sa~ki~”
In all honesty, Inspector Fushimi had no idea how or why he practically sang those three syllables in the most creepy stalker-like horror-movie tune. But he loved the way the name seemed to roll of his tongue in the most cliché and love-dovey manner which he just refused to show.
The sensation on his tongue quenched the temptation to click it.
Its gratifying softness, satisfying taste and sad sweetness resembled—
Unicorns and rainbows being crushed under his feet.
The poor French fry started with a furious blush.
“W-What?? Did you just—why would you—” An agitated growl rose from the back of his throat, and if not for his precious games in his arms, he was sure that Fushimi Saruhiko wouldn’t be having that mocking (borderline sadistic) smile on his face.
“You don’t like me calling your name? Mi~sa~ki~”
Yata Misaki’s ears colored in embarrassment or anger, Fushimi did not know.
“Get out of the way Sushi!” Yata groaned, side-stepping the raven in front and balancing the boxes on top one another.
It was the Inspector’s turn to start with a frown.
He blinked. “Sushi? Aren’t you going to call me Saru or something?”
“I like monkeys and I hate Sushi so there you go,” Yata made a face with much difficulty, kicking his door open.
“Tsk, who the hell likes monkeys?” Fushimi grimaced at the thought of the butt-scratching, glasses-stealing little animals that made him sneeze.
“Argh whatever, Inspector Sushi. Anyway, what were you doing standing in the middle of the corridor? It’s weird y’know,” Enforcer Yata set down the cardboard boxes in the middle of his room, and began unpacking the tons of games he got from God knows where.
Fushimi paused.
“Oi. Sushi. Are you dying?”
“Tsk, shut up.”
“Why were you standing in front of my door?” Yata laid out casually, obviously non-suspecting that the very Inspector he was looking at had the hots for a French fry like him. He continued rummaging through the boxes.
“I was…I was checking for something,” The raven’s eyes searched the entrance of the room quickly, darting around to pick up for anything he could use.
“HA? What—are you spying on me? You think I’ll bring like a gun in here or something?” Yata raised his voice in an indignant manner. “And? Did you find anything, Mr. Inspector?”
“Who knows? An Enforcer with such a high crime coefficient like you could do anything, Mi~sa~ki~” Fushimi had a lazy smile on his face, wanting to yield as much as a good reaction out of his Amore(!).
“You—” The red-head clenched his fists, ignoring the nagging voice that picking a fight with an Inspector would do him no good. “Prove it!”
Fushimi had a lazy smirk on his face. “There,” He muttered under his breath, pointing to the entrance.
“The problem lies with…
That gnome!”
At that point of time, Yata was very sure that he had no idea what the raven was saying (partly due to the fact that the guy seemed to love muttering under his breath), but when his gaze followed the direction of Fushimi’s index; he frowned.
“That gnome?”
“Yes, I was looking at it.”
“Er, you know, Inspector…you’re starting to resemble Munakata—”
“Tsk, what?”
Yata blinked. “Er, never mind…?”
“That gnome. I was looking at it—”
“You said that already.”
“I was getting to my point you moron,” Sushimi clicked his tongue to express his affection for interruption, and continued on his speech. “As I was saying, that gnome…I was looking at it—”
“Don’t lie Sushi!” Yata accused shortly, “You were staring at my door! I saw it!”
“Ha? Tsk, why would I stare at your door?” The teenager wavers inwardly, but does not show it. “I was obviously looking at the gnome.”
“HAAA? But you can’t be looking at the gnome!”
“Oh yes I can!”
“No you can’t!”
“I can, small fry!”
“You can’t, Sushi!”
“I bet on your cute beanie and sexy skateboard that I can!”
“Ha?! Well I bet on your fashion glasses and gravity-defying hair that you can’t!”
“AND WHY IS THAT?”
“BECAUSE IT’S NOT A GNOME YOU IDIOT, IT’S A PLANT!”
Whilst Inspector Munakata was having a hard time trying to silence the sounds that threatened to slip past his parted lips—he was sure that besides his partner’s low, husky panting next to his ear, there were several loud and extremely mood-disturbing voices coming from the adjacent unit.
“Wait—ha—no, stop; there seems to be something…” Munakata pushed gently at the Enforcer’s bare chest in attempt to sit up; but it was obvious that Suoh Mikoto didn’t like being interrupted at all.
Not in his sleep, and definitely not in bed.
“Don’t bother.”
“Mm? And why…is that so?” The Inspector replied vaguely, unable to string a proper sentence as he usually would.
A hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips, Suoh forced his partner back onto the bed by lowering himself over the latter.
“It’s their mating call.”