GAYSHIN IMPACT!!
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After the Vision Hunt Decree ended and the Sakoku Decree was abolished, Heizou had nothing he could arrest Kazuha on. It irked him, but he let it be.
While relaxing in the city one day, Heizou spotted the samurai beaten and bleeding. He couldn't help but assist the extremely attractive samurai.
It seems something could be bubbling between them.
Series
- Part 1 of Bubbling & Boiling
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Brain Freeze by thelesserknownwriter for Rosir, honeywhisk
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
24 Jul 2022
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Heizou gets a little bit of tunnel vision when he's about to solve a case and forgets to treat himself well. Luckily the wind has his back and decides to send him someone to help make sure he takes care of himself.
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Heizou gets a migraine and Kazuha is there to save the day.
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come rain or shine (i'll be here) by Alienu for beebapples
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
04 Aug 2022
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Heizou is so jittery in his arms that Kazuha can feel him vibrating, and when Kujou stops at the desk that he assumes—correctly, judging from the lack of organization and the sheer amount of paperwork strewn over the surface—is Heizou’s, he grimaces at the countless amount of empty mugs scattered around, coffee brown rings staining the top of most, if not all of them.
“How much coffee have you had?” Kazuha asks.
“I lost count after the sixth cup!” Heizou answers cheerfully. “I’ve been busy, you know? Solving cases, doing things. Ah, there’s been so much work lately! I went to Watatsumi island a couple of days ago, do you wanna see my pictures?”
“I’d love to see them later. When was the last time you slept?”
There’s a long pause. Heizou seems to be thinking rather hard about the question, which says enough on its own.
“He’s been here for three days straight,” Kujou says when the silence stretches on too long.
Or, Heizou overworks himself. Kazuha is there to save the day.
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// tw: self-harm
Immediately, a piercing jolt runs down Scaramouche's spine and he sits up, the sleep coating his thoughts evaporating.
“Ajax?” he whispers. He hasn’t drank water in the past couple of hours. His voice is far too hoarse and rough to properly cup Ajax’s fragile, glass-like voice in his hands.
“Scara, I-” Ajax’s breath hitches. “There was a knife- There’s blood- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-“