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“So uh… Where’s… Where’s Amajiki senpai?” Kirishima asked, he had finally arrived to the location Fatgum had sent out. Now that he was here, however, he notices that there was a thickly leafed tree that Fatgum was waiting by and his senpai was nowhere in sight; which was why he asked about him.
It struck him as odd, because Kirishima saw the coordinates to where he is when Fatgum had sent it into their groupchat; not just any groupchat either, it was theirs, nicknamed “Hen-gum and chicklings” by Nejire, which meant that Amajiki was also on the list of people in the chat list. So where was his senpai? Should he be worried?
“Well, I called you here ‘cause I was hoping you’d help me out.” Fatgum walked away from the tree to stand beside Kirishima, his large hand placed on Kirishima’s shoulder while the other one pointed at a branch. “I had your senpai eat salted duck egg to give him wings, but then a cat started chasing him when he brought them out so he flew up there. The kid won’t come down.”
Oh.
Oh.
Well, his first reaction was to laugh, his second reaction was to laugh, out of respect Kirishima chose neither. Instead of reacting at all, Kirishima took a deep breath and started making attempts to say anything to add to the situation, but found that he was still overwhelmed by joy because Fatgum requested his help rather than one of the other Big Three.
Was that weird? That he was about to throw a fit because wow, finally his time had come that he was needed for something. It was an honor and Kirishima was still in shock as can tell by his inner musings.
He was so positively startled that he couldn’t process anything except for the fact that Fatgum wanted his help. Kirishima feels a sense of pride and joy building up in his chest, about to place tears of joy in his eyes, but no! He had to get it together, instantaneously crying in front of your employer was not manly nor acceptable in society!
But Kirishima could not believe that his help was wanted.
This was literally all he wanted and needed in life, and the feeling of accomplishment was multiplied by ten fold due to it being his seniors. Granted, one of them wasn’t even here right next to him, and Fatgum probably thinks he’s a really strange kid for flailing around, but that didn’t matter because oh my god, he got asked to help with something.
And while Kirishima silently rejoiced, Fatgum was standing beside him, perplexed and slightly concerned by how the other continued making hand-gestures and giving him exasperated looks. It was like watching a mime reenact a confused teenager trying to talk to his crush after swallowing a pound of sugar, except this was Kirishima and he looked like he was in catatonic shock.
“Uh… Are you alright, kid?” Kirishima threw both his hands in the air then dropped them to his side, and started making a sound crossed between crying and screeching; from his expression, Fatgum assumes that he was about to cry. “S - should I, uh, call an ambulance or somethin’?”
Then Kirishima made another loud, terrible sound that was a lot like a pterodactyl screaming, and then proceeded to start bawling right after. See, he should’ve expected the tears to start making an appearance after the kid started screaming, that’s usually what happens most of the time with kids. Regardless, Fatgum opens his arms and sighed warily with a hint of fondness when Kirishima automatically accepted the offer for hugs.
Hugs were nice.
But somewhere between Kirishima shaking him back and forth in excitement and Kirishima sobbing violently for some reason, Fatgum hears his nearly incoherent “I can’t believe it. You need to adopt me right now, please I can clean the dishes.”
He laughs at that.
“I have no idea what brought that up, kid, but you already have parents.” Fatgum continues absentmindedly patting Kirishima’s back, waiting for him to stop crying into his jacket. This brings him back to his days in high-school when he used to babysit for money, he was always sought out often because kids liked to hug him.
I don’t know what’s happening but, Fatgum thinks, as his attention shifts to the curious and concerned gaze coming from the tree, I have never been so happy to not be a teenager.
And when his intuition tells him that he’s established eye contact with someone, Tamaki tumbles from his tree with webbed feet, flapping wings, and a pained shout when he hit the pavement the branch. That branch should really be cut, it was stretching right over the asphalt and could hurt tall people.
When he says tall people, Fatgum meant him because he was a victim to that tree once.
Anyway, the crunching sound that came after Tamaki’s face smashed into the floor, must be an indication that something broke. The idea of Tamaki being in pain makes him wince, it’s either the sound of a broken nose or Tamaki’s hopes and dreams.
Whether it’s one or the other or possibly both, he has a strong suspicion that he needs to raise his arms again because now Tamaki’s running at him, wailing about how he refuses to ever do this kind of thing again.... Not that he really did much, though Fatgum supposes he could at least use this event as blackmail to convince Tamaki to step out of his zone.
So now here he is, standing on the sidewalk, hugging two teenagers as they cry for reasons he has yet to discover or confirm. Now usually, Fatgum would love getting a hug from any of these two since they’re typically shy or unwilling, but right now, he just wishes he could lay down for a very long time.
He sighs.
At least Tamaki got down from the tree.