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Furin's Not-So-Hidden Fan Club

Summary:

He shakes off the thought, only to catch the tail end of Anzai’s explanation...

“—and that’s how Sakura ended up with a fan club!”

Hiragi freezes.

What.

Notes:

i caved. i created a snippet for this fandom, damn it! my mc x everyone heart is being DEPRIVED and unfairly so since everyone x sakura is disgustingly canon !!

yes, this is self-indulgent. no, i do not care, please look away.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Furin’s a weird bunch.

 

Well, that’s not surprising anyone. But lately, they’re… weirder than usual.

 

It starts on a fairly uneventful day.

 

Hushed whispers echo through the more hidden parts of the corridors. Strange packets exchange hands, sometimes for money, sometimes for scribbled IOUs.

 

Which is exactly what brings Hiragi to the scene of the crime.

 

The Heavenly King already feels a stomachache brewing at the sight of these shady-looking deals happening inside their school—for fuck’s sake, they just barely got through the Noroshi incident—and the thought of cleaning up after their mismatched, well-meaning crew has him downing a couple of Gas-kun10s right off the bat.

 

Only for his eyes to narrow when he spots Anzai handing off a paper envelope to another first year. If he squints hard enough, he thinks he recognizes the other kid as one of Momose’s.

 

With a heavy, disgruntled sigh, Hiragi pinches the bridge of his nose.

 

“What the hell are you doing, Anzai?”

 

The first year just beams at him. His “buyer” takes the opportunity to bolt, brown envelope tucked into his uniform—well, as safely as he can manage, considering a photo slips out mid-run.

 

Before Anzai can move to grab it, Hiragi is already there, picking it up.

 

He swears to god, if these kids are trading porn inside Furin, there will be blood—

 

But when he flips the photo over, it’s not what he expects.

 

Sakura’s face stares back at him.

 

Sleeping.

 

Confusion replaces disgust, though irritation still simmers underneath. Why the hell are they trading photos of Sakura?

 

Anzai scratches the back of his neck, sheepish. “A-ha, you see, Hiragi-san…”

 

No. Hiragi does not see. In fact, he wants to go back to not seeing, even if the picture is disturbingly cute. And sure, Sakura does hold a special place in most of Furin’s hearts, but this is an invasion of privacy, damn it!

 

“I swear it’s not what you think!” Anzai pleads. “Sakura’s just been… really famous, you see—”

 

Hiragi knows that already. The feisty first year’s been making waves since the day he walked into Furin, and the other Kings, sadly, keep him updated on just how much their underclassmen—particularly the first years—like to talk about him.

 

“And, like, it started with his feats, right?” Anzai continues, earnest. “Which is great, because god knows Sakura deserves the recognition.”

 

Okay, maybe Hiragi can forgive him a little for that. The kid’s eyes are too full of admiration to be malicious. …Or maybe that’s even more concerning?

 

He shakes off the thought, only to catch the tail end of Anzai’s explanation...

 

“—and that’s how Sakura ended up with a fan club!”

 

Hiragi freezes.

 

What.

 

A chill crawls down his spine, and he instinctively reaches out for more Gas-kun10 tablets. “What do you mean, Sakura has a fan club?”

 

“Huh? Oh, yeah!” Anzai perks up. “It started in our class, but then the other first years caught wind of it, and now it’s this big thing.” He gestures wildly, which only makes Hiragi’s stomach ache worse.

 

“At first, it was just sharing Sakura’s achievements. We’re really proud of our grade captain! But then we started bringing in photos and, uh… things got a little out of hand.”

 

“How,” Hiragi grits out, “out of hand?”

 

Anzai laughs nervously. “A-ha… we may or may not have made it into a competition? You know, who can take the best Sakura photo? And then, um, maybe we started trading them with the other first years… for favors.”

 

Hiragi stares. “…What.”

 

“I’M REALLY SORRY, HIRAGI-SAN!” Anzai bows quickly, words tumbling out. “B-but it’s not like we’re doing anything bad with them! Everyone just thinks Sakura’s… endearing.”

 

The last part is muttered so softly Hiragi almost misses it, "as they should."

 

The third year waves him off when the bell rings, glaring when Anzai dares to ask for the photo back. The kid scurries away immediately.

 

Which leaves Hiragi standing there, stomachache getting worse by the minute, clutching a photo of Sakura sleeping like a crime scene exhibit.

 

Now he has to explain this to the other Heavenly Kings.

 

And worse—god help him—to Umemiya Hajime, their unfortunately overprotective, weirdly brocon nightmare of a leader.

 

 

Notes:

i might write more for this, i MIGHT. we'll see..

and no, i do not accept criticisms for umemiya's blatantly obvious brocon complex !! /hj