Me Reading A 900 Word Fic With No Paragraphs, Bad Grammar, And Written By A Non-english Writer Knowing

Two-bit in a cowboy hat. That's all

( ^-^)/ Being different has its benefits.. Mostly you're going to suffer tho

im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear

Day 4: Tamon

(This is an alternate ending drawing, if Tamon had died in chapter 3 and became a ghost :b)

Cw: very minor blood

stupid stupider and stupidest

omg baby tamon 😭😭 MY SHAYLAA

Hair Trigger

Shippy gen, Korekishi Eugene & Shishikuno Mogari, 2.6k words

Three times Mogari refused to acknowledge his love for Korekishi's hair and one time he did.

Or, is it gay to play with your friend's hair?

Cross posted on ao3:

1.

The first time he really takes notice of Korekishi's hair is at one of their sleepovers. Because before that, Korekishi's hair was just, you know, hair. Regular, boring hair that was always tied up in its signature updo—sometimes in class, Mogari would watch as strands of hair slipped out of position and fell into his face, obscuring his vision and tickling the tip of his nose. When that happened Korekishi would blow at them fruitlessly, eventually giving up to go back to taking studious notes.

Alright, so maybe he had taken notice a little while ago, but before the sleepover it was never…weird.

They had all gathered at ‘Zaki's house—their usual spot after going there the first time—and were settled in for bed. The three of them were on the floor, Kanzaki refusing to give up his bed even though there was plenty of room (Kanzaki wasn't at all amused by his begging). Tamon had taken the only spare futon—the result of a winning rock, paper, scissors gane—cozied up in the corner so he had plenty of room for his long limbs. That left Mogari and Korekishi to share some extra blankets and pillows that they had found in the closet, haphazardly thrown together and strewn across the floor, yet still surprisingly comfy.

Korekishi was facing the wall and Mogari was facing him. Because of that he was able to get a face full of Mogari's long hair—much longer than he had previously thought. In fact, with both his hair down and glasses off, Mogari thought that Korekishi looked pretty different. He was mildly shocked when he saw him walk out of the bathroom after doing his nightly routine. It wasn't a bad difference either. He wasn’t quite sure what to think.

But he did know what he was thinking now. He thought that his hair looked pretty damn soft. And that was a totally normal thing to think about your friend's hair. Well, not that he would know since he never had friends his age, but he figured it couldn’t be that weird. And so it also wouldn't be weird to just reach out and…

His hair really was as soft as it looked. Mogari let the silky orange strands run across his curled fingers, letting go as he reached the end. His initial touch was feather-light, still hesitant and careful of waking Korekishi up. But as he continued to gently run his hands through his hair and he failed to awaken, Mogari felt bold enough to begin touching closer to the roots and with a slightly firmer grasp. Eventually, it got to the point where he was only touching the roots, essentially petting him.

The activity was so relaxing that Mogari found his eyes drifting shut, hands still buried in Korekishi's hair. But he was awakened with a jolt when Korekishi started to shift, letting out a pleased hum and moving his head backwards into Mogari's hand.

Mogari had lost any trace of drowsiness and now laid in the dark, eyes wide open and heart beating rapidly. His hands had frozen in Korekishi's hair as well, too afraid to move and pull him into wakefulness.

With extreme trepidation, he cautiously pulled his hands away from Korekishi's scalp, and—ignoring the boy's sad sleepy sound from the loss—shifted so he was laying on his back. He forcefully shoved his hands under his butt, trapping them there so they didn't start misbehaving again. As he stared up at the ceiling, the ambience of the night broken up by soft breathing and the occasional sleepy murmur, he had the vague feeling that he might be screwed.

—

Well everyone has weird nights!

That’s what he told himself the morning after anyway, nodding off over breakfast courtesy of a sleepless night.

And again, it wasn’t crazy weird or anything. Mogari saw the girls in class playing with each other's hair all the time. Granted, he had never seen any of the boys do it, but most boys also didn't have hair as long and as tempting as Korekishi.

He nodded along to his own reassurances, content now that he knew he wasn't being weird at all. Certainly nothing to lose sleep over.

And speaking of losing sleep, he really regretted how he spent his night a few moments later when he fully face-planted into his breakfast. Those other jerks only laughed at him, not even bothering to pull his head out of his plate.

He found grains of rice in his hair for the rest of the day.

—

2.

For about a week, he was able to control his weird—or totally normal—urges.

It was definitely a chore to resist, the pieces of hair that fell into Korekishi's face during class more distracting than ever. But if he could eat a thousand ghosts in a year, then he could muster up the discipline to not touch his friend's hair.

But was it really a matter of discipline when they were sitting on the steps outside the school, Korekishi on the step below him, leaning back onto Mogari's legs? He and ‘Zaki were sitting next to each other, holding a manga between themselves while Tamon sat on the same step as Mogari, both of them looking over the others’ shoulders so they could all read together. Honestly not the best way to read. Korekishi always finished reading first and would try to turn the page, being stopped by all the others complaining that they hadn't finished reading. Ordinarily, Mogari would be the last to finish—which was kind of annoying on its own, since they always had to wait on him to finish which took some of the enjoyment out of it—but now he wasn't reading at all. When they turned the page he didn't complain, not having read anything for at least the whole past chapter.

Instead, he was stealing glances at the back of Korekishi's head, hands twitching and fidgeting.

Eventually he just decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it. It wasn't weird after all.

Trying not to overthink it, he brought his hands up to Korekishi's head, running his fingers through it just like he did that one night.

When he did, Korekishi jumped slightly at the sudden contact, surely making a confused expression that was hidden from Mogari's sight, but after a few moments he settled back into the reading, even leaning back towards Mogari to give him better access.

With the unspoken acceptance, Mogari felt a lot more comfortable than the night of the sleepover, taking advantage of the free reign he was given of Korekishi's head. He would part the hair one way and then another, aimlessly messing with it just for the sake of it. At one point he started trying to braid his hair, although trying to accomplish that with no real knowledge and only going off the sight of braids he'd seen in girls’ hair proved to be an impossible feat.

While undoing the knots he had caused by the failed braid, he ran his hands through his hair soothingly in apology, trying not to tug too hard. He didn't want to give him a reason to make him stop after all.

He finally seemed to find something Korekishi really enjoyed, though, when he started to scratch his scalp like in some ASMR videos he had watched—a new corner of the internet he had become privy to recently. As he started working his fingernails across his scalp and down the nape of his neck, Korekishi let out a barely noticeable appreciative sigh, shoulders relaxing even further.

The sound drew the attention of the others, who had noted the sudden head massage, but chose to ignore it earlier. Tamon and Kanzaki tossed each other a look, both the other boys completely oblivious—Korekishi still peering down at the comic and looking on the verge of drifting to sleep and Mogari focused solely on the back of Korekishi's head. They had a quick debate with only their eyes, thinking about whether or not they should question the weird behavior, before ultimately deciding not to mention it and going back to reading as if nothing was happening.

The behavior continued for the rest of the afternoon as they finished their comic, sun eventually dipping beneath the tree line and painting the city in a warm orange glow. As they all eventually parted for the night, Mogari walked off with his fingers and mind still tingling, unable to shake the feeling of hair like soft downy feathers.

—

3.

With time, they had fallen into a sort of routine.

It was one that left the rest of their classmates staring at them with barely hidden bafflement and judgemental looks—though Mogari had already grown long used to those. From his very limited high school experience he had found that teenagers don’t take kindly to loud, interrupting voices, discussions of ghosts, or the general eccentricities of him and his friends. But as long as they weren’t bothering him, he didn’t really care what kind of looks they were giving him.

Like when he positioned his desk behind Korekishi’s and began to braid his hair in class. Both Kanaki and Tamon had grown used to Korekishi leaving class with a new hairstyle than the one he came to school with as Mogari became more experimental and talented at hairstyling.

He would never admit how much time he started to spend watching hair tutorials on YouTube and Pinterest, blue light illuminating and burning his eyes in his dark room. But, on the bright side, if the whole exorcism thing didn’t work out, he had a promising future as a cosmetologist!

All of this was still happening without any verbal acknowledgement, however. Even though he knew he had no room to judge, Mogari did think it was a little weird that Korekishi didn’t even mention it once, especially considering he was always the first to call out any stupid thing Mogari was doing.

But he supposed it wasn’t a problem that no one was mentioning it. Yep. Not a problem at all! Besides the fact that he didn’t exactly know where he stood now, spending more and more time looking at his friend in class (It wasn't his fault if Korekishi was sitting right in front of him) and even starting to think about him outside of class (thinking of new hairstyles, of course). Definitely not a problem.

“Hey! If you want to braid each other’s hair and paint your nails together, do it after class!” Their teacher yelled from the front of the room, shocking Mogari out of his reverie.

Korekishi also jumped, having been dutifully taking his notes as he let Mogari play with his hair.

The whole class now turned to them, some giggling under their breath while others looked at them in thinly veiled disgust. Mogari quickly jumped to attention, saluting with a “Yes, sir!” before clenching his fists together under his desk.

In front of him, he could see Korekishi’s ears turn red, likely from embarrassment from being caught. As funny as that was, Mogari found himself smiling softly at the sight, he didn’t really want to embarrass his friend. He had already caused him enough ridicule by his peers with the entrance ceremony incident. He should probably get his act together. For real this time. No, really, he’s serious now.

—

+1.

Korekishi and his friends found themselves at an old-fashioned American style diner, having just defeated an evil spirit that was haunting the town’s sewage system—it was one of the few times he was glad for not having any psychic powers, allowing him to claim the spot of lookout and not having to enter the sewers. He didn’t believe Mogari’s “It’s surprisingly clean!” for a second.

They were all squeezed into a booth, squishy red seats cracked and peeling and arms resting on a table with one short leg, causing it to shift every time they moved.

They were some of the only people in there, though Korekishi thought he might’ve seen the student council president in a baseball cap at the bar, so they were able to be plenty loud. They had been there for hours before Kanzaki suddenly said he was going to the bathroom. Right after that, Tamon said he was going to mess with the old jukebox that sat in the corner of the diner, which had been playing an endless loop of Elvis Presley (if Korekishi had to hear Hound Dog one more time, so help him God…).

Only Korekishi and Mogari were left in the booth, sitting across from each other. They fell into a peaceful silence, Korekishi finishing off Kanzaki’s fries as Mogari was on his 6th—or was it 7th?—burger.

As Korekishi popped the last fry into his mouth, however, Mogari broke the silence with a sudden, unexpected question.

“Korekishi…why do you let me play with your hair?” He tentatively asked, eyes averted and a slight dusting of pink across his cheeks.

He was taken aback by the question, thinking that they weren’t going to ever acknowledge it. Ever since the time Mogari had started playing with his hair at the sleepover, he had resigned himself to gentle, if a bit awkward, hands playing with his hair silently. Frankly, the reason he didn’t stop the behavior was because it felt good. It reminded him of the times his grandmother would run her hands through his hair, always cooing at how long it was getting and how soft it was.

He held those memories very dear to him, which is why he never cut his hair short. He wasn’t going to complain if somebody else seemed to find…enjoyment from the fact.

“Why would I stop you?” He asked simply. He knew that some of their classmates didn’t approve, considering it too girly for their tastes. He knew what they really meant. But he had never taken Mogari to be someone who cared deeply about strangers’ opinions. He wondered if that was really where the question was coming from.

“Well, you don’t think it’s, you know. Weird or anything?”

In the background, Korekishi could hear Lesley Gore come on, audio a bit glitchy from the ancient jukebox. The window blinds cast a pattern of slitted light across Mogari’s face, making his skin glow and his eyes change from a deep maroon to a bright ruby red. He looked worried, biting his lip and looking up at Korekishi with pleading eyes.

Korekishi shifted to rest his chin in an upturned palm, darting his eyes away in thought and to avoid looking into Mogari’s puppy dog eyes, face getting ever so slightly warmer. “No, not really. It feels really nice and I don’t have a problem with it. If you also don’t care then I don’t see why it’s an issue. Who cares what other people think?”

Mogari looked shocked for a hesitant second, before breaking out into a wide smile, all teeth bared. “Oh, thank goodness! I was really nervous for a while there, but I guess you’re right.”

Korekishi was glad that the miscommunication was cleared up, just in time for Kanzaki to walk out of the bathroom and join them at the table again. Feeling much more comfortable talking about it, Mogari began to show Korekishi some of the hairstyles that he had looked up (he knew he was getting them off the internet), and laughed imagining Korekishi in some of the more ridiculous ones.

Eventually Tamon came over at the commotion, and both him and Kanzaki realized what they were laughing over. Weirdly enough, both of them let out a relieved sigh when they found out.

“Oh, thank God you guys are finally talking about it.” Kanzaki said, shoulders dropping with the relief of not having to deal with their weird unspoken back-and-forth any longer.

And if their classmates continued to give them odd looks, well, who really gives a shit?

Another day in the lab

Man I just got crazy inspiration to draw, but i have two weeks worth of archeology lectures to catch up on in...3 hours ~('°`)~