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Whoever suggest that this was a good idea was either a complete idiot or Satan himself.
Thank god both of those definitions fit Shou perfectly.
It had started simply: Shou had come through his window at 4 am suggesting he had found the perfect game for the two to play, and practically slammed a large tube of blocks onto his small table.
2 hours later, and Mob went to look why there was horrifying screaming coming from his little brother’s room.
Another hour passed before Teru, and then Serizawa came to the Kageyama houshold to investigate the agonizing flares of aura that lit up like flash bombs in their peripheral vision.
Even reigen was drawn in like a moth to a flame, coming to see what the fresh hell his employees were up to.
And what he saw left him terufied.
A group of five very pissed off espers huddled around a small coffee table, auras flaring up at each turn and practically wrestling with each other as they, undeniably, played for domination in the horrid game of Jenga. Even sweet Serizawa had a look of concentrated anger, sending a shiver down Reigen’s spine.
He knew that if he didn’t stop this somehow, that Spice City would not be standing afterwards, so he took the step forwards and sat himself down next mob, trying to smile easily but already feeling the sweat pool in his armpits.
“So, got room for another person to play?”
Five pairs of murder filled eyes turned to him, boring into his face and making him squirm.
Mob quietly let out a breath in the tense room.
"You better not fuck this up for us Shishou."
Never before had he feared so much for his life.
Yeah, he should have known to stay out of this. He had to physically hold back Ritsu at least 5 times from pouncing on Shou because Shou kept on trying to sneak in tricks with his psychic powers to prevent the tower from falling over. Each time he was met with death threats and harsh insults, whispered sharply under Ritsu’s breath.
Across from them, Teru was sitting still and shivering and… wait… was he loosing hair?
Little short clips of blond hair slowly dropped down in front of his face, making it so that his head now resembled more of an ochimusha than anything else. At first Reigen thought it was because of this awful stress inducing game, but Teru had already lost two rounds ago while he had tried to pull out the bottom piece, succeeded, and knocked over the tower in his fit of joy…
Then he noticed Mob, sitting still like a statue, only his hair waving around in the nonexistent wind, power held close but emanating a terrifying pressure.
Reigen suddenly understood why teru was shedding hair like a dog.
Just then, he heard a wail of despair from Katsuya and the telltale clattering of the tower falling over. Good. One less overpowered esper on the verge of destroying everything he knew and loved (still, Reigen felt bad for him, he was just trying his best. He smiled affectionatly to himself).
The next two rounds didn’t last long. Shou quickly lost while trying to create an air current with pyrokenisis which just ended up blowing the entire thing to the ground, earning himself a well deserved knock to the head from the raven-headed boy sitting next to him. Soon after Mob tried to pull out a piece from the way bottom but was so tense that just a mild distraction from Reigen mild Salt Splash to the knee already broke his concentration and cause him to jerk and knock all the wooden bits into his face. ‘Fair enough’ Reigen thought to himself afterwards, checking out the small bruises now littering his soft baby face.
He took a deep breath and splashed his hands briefly in cold water, but it didn’t help his case of sweaty hands. He was now alone in facing off against the one esper he was most concerned about.
The small angry edgy child. Coming back into the living room already made him feel the icy pressure of his aura.
‘Alright Arataka, time to shine. One more child to defeat and you might even live to tell the tale.’
A slight missconception. The ravenhead, upon his defeated, seemed possibly even more angrier than before, and before Reigen had a chance to react, he was being pressed up against the wall by an invisible force.
“How dare you.” The words escaped his mouth more strangled and deeper than usual, death in his eyes and a spoon in his hand.
It was in that moment Reigen knew, he had fucked up.
Just as he was in arms length, a ball of bright red energy blasted Ritsu to the side and through the wall. Thank god, it was Shou, who ran by to quickly followed by Mob.
“Don’t worry shishou, we’ll take care of this.” He saw the flash of a small ass grin, and Reigen finally allowed himself to relax after those brutal four hours.
Wait, not yet.
He took the large tub of wooden blocks, neglected on the table beside a still shook Teru, and went outside to promptly throw it into the river, never to be seen again.