@sociieties asked: it's early and momoi is on top of him -- admittedly a bad look as sakurai enters the dining room, causing all motion to come to a stand still as makoto briefly sees his life flash before his eyes. " sakurai, wait-- " // vh

they're tired - but had heard something that roused him from their sleep, and so they made their way down the stairs. he blinks --- momoi's on top of hanamiya - hanamiya's got one hand around her waist and they're both staring at him and he's staring at them back. ryou looks rough - messy hair, oversized shirt that had once belonged to kazuya until ryou had stolen it for himself because he liked the fabric, sleep shorts and a pair of socks because his feet were cold. a hand comes up to rub at his eyes just to make sure that he sees what he thinks he sees -- and when it doesn't go away, " ah. " nothing else is said for the moment as eyes bounce between the two. he doesn't want to know actually. " i'm getting anyone else to handle this. i'm too tired. " he turns and makoto tells him to wait, and he pauses, and looks over his shoulder, brow raising. " no no. i don't really -- " he eyes momoi whose sitting up now, " want to know. "

sociieties asked: “  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ” kazuya to makoto and shuuzou because he's tired of pretending that him and tatsuya don't know about how makoto and shuuzou feel about one another.

tatsuya's leaning against the door -- he knows shuuzou enough that when shuuzou gets a moment ; he'll break out and run if feelings get involved. still it's somewhat amusing when he proposed the idea to kazuya a few weeks ago of just 'locking them up' and kazuya running with it. shuuzou shifts on the bed, " what do you mean ? what's wrong ? " tatsuya clicks his tongue. wrong answer, shuu. " your feelings. " shuu stills, " what feelings ? " tatsuya slides his gaze over to kazuya, and raises a brow, " i think that shuu's pretending he doesn't know. "

.Shinichiro Sano.

Basic Information

Gender: Male Age: ⦁23 ⦁36 (2017) Birthday: August 1, 1980 Blood Type: O Height: 182 cm (6’0”) Weight: 69 kg (152 lbs) Hair Color: ⦁Black Eye Color: Black Relatives ⦁Sano family ⦁Manjiro Sano (younger brother) ⦁Emma Sano (younger half-sister) ⦁Makoto Sano (father)† ⦁Sakurako Sano (mother)† ⦁Mansaku Sano (paternal grandfather) ⦁Kurokawa family ⦁Izana Kurokawa (adoptive younger brother)

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⦁Kakucho (Main: @sociieties)

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@sociieties asked: " bullshit, " kazuya's certain when he says this, more sure of himself than usual. " vampires don't exist. " makoto face palms and kazuya continues, " he's just making shit up again, mako. don't tell me you believe him. "

shuuzou looks up from the ball that he had found, " it's not bullshit, " tatsuya grins, eyes alight with mischief as he looks between shuuzou whose sprawled out on the floor, and kazuya whose all bu telling him that he doesn't exist. " oh ? " a purr, as tatsuya leans forward, dark eyes alight with a magenta glow, " would you like me to bite you to prove it ? " tongue darts out to run across where fang would extend if so, " you can ask shuu. i've bitten him before. " " don't drag me into this. this has nothing to do with me -- " shuuzou gaze lifts from ball to kazuya anyways, " why are you so surprised ? i'm a werewolf. tatsu's a vampire. "

sometimes, things happen - that's going to be his argument when he turns back to an adult he thinks as he pushes a random kid out of the way of the energy beam. the very last thought, shuuzou has before he's hit is oh, makoto is going to be pissed. especially as they have no idea what kind of magic they're up against, and shuuzou just took the beam straight to his chest. he hears the others around him say something, and shuuzou blinks down at clothes now too big for him. he lifts a hand, looking at the sleeve of the too big sweater someone had put him in that morning. he blinks, as he flops the sleeve, amused. the kid that shuuzou no longer remembers speak, " uh oh. " unsure, pulling shuuzou's attention away from his sleeve, and towards the kid whose taking off down the street. attention turns back towards the now swirling void, before it disappears, and shuuzou looks lost. he should get to ako-chan actually and tell him about the void -- oh but he's hungry ! okay. he'll get a pizza, and then go find ako-chan. he'll bring ako-chan a pizza ! yeah !!! so he sets off -- trips, and falls flat on his nose -- and he blinks down at his pants. weird. why are they so big on him ? his sweater is really big too, actually. well, no problem. he'll just wear it as a dress. he shimmies himself out of those too-big definitely not his pants, and leaves them right on the sidewalk, before he's moving towards the pizza place. the door chimes, and he pushes himself in, and ignores how people look at him before he lifts himself up on his feet to look up at the counter. ako-chan likes --- his pizza. he gets pepperoni at the school, so ako-chan likes pepperoni pizza. there's a table, and shuuzou turns to look at them, and he blinks before he makes his way over --- and blinks slowly as attention turns to him. head tilts, " you look like auntie ko and ako-chan ! " he blinks, and rocks himself backwards on bare feet, " are you related to them ? can you take me to them ? i'm getting a pizza for ako-chan but, " he blinks as a hand comes up to scratch at scrapes on his nose, " i kinda forgot the way. " tatsuya blinks at the kid, at makoto, at kazuya, and back at the kid --- and he's lost and confused actually. " zuya. mako. what's going on ? " / @sociieties

@sociieties asked: if shuuzou and kazuya look to the left, they’ll see makoto hand tatsuya a rose, only they’re too distracted by one another to notice.

tatsuya grins when rose is handed to him / it's beautiful, with deep red petals, soft to the touch, and tatsuya is tempted to destroy it like he's destroyed the others. attention shifts to kazuya and shuuzou who are arguing - looking - tatsuya isn't completely certain, before attention shifts back to boyfriend. lips curl upwards as he sticks stem in mouth, lips wrapping around green as hands travel to pockets to pull out zippo and he stares at makoto, as he brings fire up to petals, for flame to catch on them soon after. shuuzou pauses, nose twitching and half way climbed onto kazuya, attention shifts when he smells smoke and fire -- that isn't tatsuya's normal cigarette or weed smoke. attention shifts to see rose on fire, " hey ? " he shifts, wrapping legs around kazuya completely so he's not thrown off balance. " why're you lightening a rose on fire -- better question, where did you get a rose ? " tatsuya shrugs, attention finally moving from boyfriend to friends, " a person was giving them out. you two just didn't notice. " not a lie. a person was giving them out - makoto. makoto was giving them out -- to him. shuuzou hums, wrapping arms around kazuya's shoulders, " oh well, alright then, i guess. "

@sociieties asked: “ so, ” enkai begins, looking from enyo to the strange yet intriguing human version of his best friend, “ your body is rigid, ” something he’s been thinking for a while. “ how do you swim? why… ” webbed hand raised, reaching to grab at pantsleg and tugging gently. “ why do you have… ” a pause, thinking back, searching for the word. “ …. leg.. ”

shuuzou blinks as - the makoto that -- eel makoto -- wow he's so confused by this whole situtation. it's very real - he knows it's very real, but he's still so fucking confused. ( it makes him think of an argument not argument that him and kazuya had ages ago of where shuuzou says he doesn't believe in things he doesn't see / and kazuya shot back that he believes in jupiter without knowing for certain. he hadn't believed in gods / angels / sea creatures either -- and apparently that was very wrong to believe as he's been proven wrong about those thoughts. ) he shifts, and pulls up one of his legs to tuck over when sea!makoto tugs on his pants. " bones ? " stupid, shuuzou. " we swim -- by propelling our body and moving arms and legs ? " okay sure, that definitely clears things up. " because we walk ? " but they -- walk - crawl, something too. shuuzou's seen it. the way they - the seafolk - propel their bodies forward. " evolution maybe ? i've never really thought about why i have legs, you know ? " a hand lifts to press into the other's hair, as nails scrape against scalp gently. " why are you wondering ? "

@sociieties asked: enyo is pouting, which makes enkai frown and kazuya asks him what the issue is. enkai likes kazuya and tatsuya more than enyo, is the issue, apparently and this is news to enkai. " no...? " enkai is confused and even a bit offended. curious of how this conclusion was made, he swims over to enyo, flipping over to lean his back atop enyo's, head tilted as he looks upwards. " i don't know what you're talking about; i like you more than i like them. "

he likes this rock, arms wrapped the base as rock is cool against abdomen and he's been thinking. he's specifically been thinking about enkai and how he talked so much sooner around kazuya and tatsuya than he did him -- and sure, enkai had been bullied at that point and was hurt -- but. he's pulled out of his thoughts when he's asked what's wrong, and he mutters that enkai likes them better than him. it makes sense. why else would enkai warm up to them quicker than he warmed up to shuuzou ? soon there's pressure on his back, little shocks traveling down and enyo shivers as he picks his head up, twisting uncomfortable to look at the other. he huffs, " you talked to them quicker than you talked to me. " he points out, " you didn't trust me for a long time. i killed others and still didn't get your name for a lot of big moons after that. they come around and you warm up to them so easily. "

@sociieties asked: now that they're finally inside the hotel room and can relax, kazuya's emptying his pockets, freeing himself of all the things they'd accumulated throughout the day. this includes, as it would seem, money that's been hurriedly tucked into his clothing -- issue is, he doesn't remember doing any of it, so he half turns to look towards the others, bills in hand. " this isn't mine....? " makoto giggles to himself, leaning into tatsuya for a moment before he slowly shrugs. " dunno anything about that, zuya. " // gw

shuuzou is pawing through his own bags, checking to make sure that everything is there and pulling out other's items before passing them off. he looks over at kazuya, blinking slowly at the cash that's in his hands, and he's ducking his head to hide lips that turn upwards. ( bastard thought he could just pay for everything. shuuzou had other thoughts. ) tatsuya manages to capture the grin that's on shuuzou's face before he's burying his head into the bag, and blinks at makoto whose leaning into him before attention finally settles on kazuya. he shrugs. " well it's not mine. it came out of your pockets. you sure you didn't just place it where you could ? " oh -- shuuzou thinks, he could kiss tatsuya again. he straightens, and nods, pulling out one of the masks he had gotten himself. it's a fox mask, and he checks the craftsmanship now that they're in a well-lit area. " some kind of money god ? "

sociieties asked: it’s quiet. makoto’s quiet, having wandered off into the kitchen while the others talked ( tatsuya and kazuya, at least / shuuzou was thoroughly distracted with a rubix cube ). he’d only went off to make some quick snack, peeking about the cabinets of the horror house before he decides what he wants to make and before he knows it, he accidentally cuts the palm of his hand open with a knife. despite searing pain, he makes no noise, only wandering out of the kitchen when shuuzou calls out, paper towel in hand to not drip blood all over the floor.

twist - twist - twist. fingers work quick as shuuzou focuses like he doesn't normally focus, enraptured with the rubik's cube that makoto had given him when he had walked into the horror house, about seven minutes ago. kazuya and tatsuya talk quietly about something and shuuzou is so focused that he doesn't even hear them. what he does hear though is silence / makoto's silence. the air shifts, and shuuzou is pausing, " what happened ? " he calls out only for tatsuya and kazuya to look towards him confused. " are you hurt ? " " is who hurt ? " " mako. " " mako's no--- " tatsuya begins as makoto walks into the living room, tears in his eyes holding paper towel over cut, and shuuzou nods, setting toy aside and getting up to go get emergency first aid kit that he keeps in his room. " sit still, i'll be right back to clean that up. " " how did he --- ? " tatsuya begins, quietly. shuuzou returns, and gestures for the other to sit, and when he does, he gently takes hand in his and turns it to look at. " vibes. energy. i learned how to read mako's silence when we were younger. " good news, it's not hospital bad, " bad news, its going to hurt like a bitch playing ball. "

@sociieties asked: makoto’s playing with a box cutter, strangely taken with it. “ what’s a life expectancy when you don’t expect shit? ”

shuuzou is concerned -- in fact, terrified, at the way his best friend's eyes gleam as box cutter is turned over in his hands, when he slashes through empty boxes. ( suddenly, he's remembering the squirrel incident, from when they were children. sure, he brought makoto over to the dead animal, and sure, he might have suggested they tried frakensteining' the animal -- but it was makoto that cut into him to see what was inside. ) he glances at kazuya to see if he's also concerned -- only to turn attention back to makoto. tatsuya's nodding, as if what makoto is saying is making perfect sense. shuuzou hums. " mako..... you have to tell me if you're planning someone's death. right ? " gaze turns to kazuya, " he does doesn't he ? tell him he does. "

@sociieties asked: makoto’s sitting in shuuzou’s lap, half looking different piercing options, half pretending to be awake, very clearly not paying any mind to the conversation at hand until someone pokes his side. “ what? ”

shuuzou's attention keeps flitting between the phone -- different options of different piercings, and the conversation that for the most part he's carrying. ( somehow, he ends up as the most extroverted in this group. somehow, he doesn't know if he likes that. he tries to get makoto's attention, no longer interested in keeping a conversation going when he's the one whose trying to keep things up beat. makoto doesn't talk to him when he replies and shuuzou frowns, before he pokes him. makoto looks up at him, and shuuzou hums. " we could both get another ear piercing. "

sociieties asked: makoto is late. he'd been held up for nearly an hour as things kept going wrong and in that moment, as he left his house, everyone outside of his friend group decided that wanted / needed his help with one thing or another. now, however, he's walking over to the bench the other three are sitting at, casually placing himself in shuuzou's lap, watching tatsuya ash cigarette. " with the way people were bugging me, you'd think i'm popular. "

shuuzou yawns, as tatsuya talks about something or the other to kazuya, scrolling through his tiktok -- bored for the most part. makoto was suppose to met them an hour ago - and things happen and makoto did in fact text him to let the other's know that he was running late, ( which he had ) but it's been almost an hour and shuuzou is impatient. he's never been good at being patient anyways. still, senses prickle and shuuzou looks up, and clicks his phone off just in time for makoto to enter his line of sight, and shuuzou straightens, as his head tilts. " hey, there's mako. " makoto gets to them, and claims shuuzou's lap for his own and he blinks stupidly before throwing an arm around him anyways, and dipping chin onto shoulder. " yah ? " head tilts so he looks up at him, blinking slowly, " wanna tell us about it ? " tatsuya snorts, finishing his cigarette, putting cherry out with toe of his boot, " maybe later, let the man rest for a moment shuu. " he eyes the way that makoto so easily claimed shuuzou's lap, and best friend rearranged himself so that makoto could be comfortable. he glances at kazuya brow raising slightly, wondering if that is a normal makoto thing or not; " did you get things handled at the very least ? "

sociieties asked: if tatsuya keeps looking at him like that, makoto might just choke. all he’s doing is eating a popsicle, but they’re out on the beach and it’s one of the hottest days out since they’ve been here and his popsicle is admittedly melting just a little too fast. at some point, his boyfriend had noticed and makoto’s convinced if he looks at him, tatsuya’s going lose sight of their twisted plan. shuuzou and kazuya had wandered off in search of something, but they’re walking back up to the boardwalk and makoto’s shoulder checked by some stranger, causing him to drop the popsicle. he then, finally, looks at tatsuya, immediately smiling before he’s shaking with laughter, trying not to, but he quickly brought to tears while little giggles slip here and there as he leans into the other.

it's hot and both shuuzou and he had decided to strip themselves out of their shirts the minute they hit the beach. ( shuuzou / who had bought a bag to shove things into, and tatsuya is almost thankful for his planning for the little things like that. he doesn't say it though. ) tatsuya's belly piercing - a cobra - glitters in the sunlight. at some point - they all had stopped for ice cream / popsicles, and makoto had gotten a red one that, if you asked tatsuya, really brought out the other's tongue / lips via staining. ( but he's not asked / so he keeps the thought to himself. ) shuuzou and kazuya disappear to search for something -- and tatsuya's gaze flicks over the crowd before they're on makoto once again, whose licking the side of the ice cream and tatsuya's gaze laser focuses on his boyfriend who's glancing upwards at him / who is now deep throating the popsicle and tatsuya wants to choke. his boyfriend has been teasing him all day and tatsuya's patience is damn near close to snapping. the occasional flirty text / brushing up against him / etc etc. they've got a plan and tatsuya's about to throw it out the window as makoto makes direct eye contact with him before he deep throat the popsicle, letting out a throaty hum, immediately breaking eye contact with him. tatsuya's eye twitches. he's so close actually. then someone shoulder checks him and makoto drops the popsicle and tatsuya is breathing out a sigh of relief. thank fuckin-- well, apparently not because now his boyfriend is all but burrowed into his chest, laughing. tatsuya looks down for a moment before his attention is captured by shuu and zuya coming back to them. tatsuya's hand drops to makoto's waist, fingers squeezing at hips for the moment. shuuzou pauses -- having watched makoto being shoulder checked, and then burrowing himself into tatsuya's chest before his head tilts upwards to squint up at kazuya. " zu. are you seeing what i'm seeing or has the heat gotten to me ? "

sociieties asked: makoto’s waited for thing long — for them to go from venue to restaurant, and has determined that he’s been dressed too too nicely for far too long ( suit & tie, basic, but makoto hates things around his throat. ) someone’s talking and makoto’s not listening, instead too busy loosening his tie and slipping it off before undoing the top two — three — buttons and…. and why is everyone staring at him, actually. “ …. what? ”

the thing about graduations - is that they're long / boring / tedious, five thousand and one different words. makoto had gone for imayoshi / shuuzou had gone for one of his older friends that was at touou and tatsuya and kazuya just ended up tagging along with the two of them for some odd reason that shuuzou isn't really aware of but doesn't care enough to really ask why. what he does care about is the fact that his best friend is dressed nice. imayoshi graduates. his friend graduates. shuuzou doesn't pay any attention to anyone else / as his attention keeps drifting to makoto before he's pulling his eyes away. they somehow get to the restaurant, ( and shuuzou couldn't exactly tell you how, at one point makoto's tongue piercing had peeked out and nothing else had mattered. this is really, really, becoming a problem, he thinks. ) shuuzou ends up sitting next to tatsuya - as per usual, across from makoto. makoto begins to fuss with his tie, slipping it off one handed before hand drops to undo the buttons of his shirt and the frustration to instant relief on his face has shuuzou's body near on fire - he's almost sure of it. it's a face that shuuzou won't be getting rid of in his mind for any time soon. tatsuya too, is staring. makoto looks up and asks a question and they both start at the same time, like puppies piling up on one another. " dude. that was so attractive. " shuuzou elbows tatsuya, before attention turns to makoto, and he nods, " it was. " he blinks slowly at makoto, gaze narrowing on original best friend, " did you practice that in front of the mirror or something, ako-chan, because really that's unfair to the rest of us. " elbow touches the table as eyes drift to set-aside tie, and one corner of his mouth lifts as images of makoto's tied wrists / handcuffed to a bed frame flit in and out of his mind. he very carefully sorts those thoughts into a 'think about later' pile because he will return to them later. gaze moves back to makoto as one eyebrow lifts, " do you feel better, mako ? " tatsuya rolls his eyes, " i don't blame him. ties are a strangulation device made to look pretty. " shuuzou shrugs, and glances at tatsuya, " then they do their job. "

sociieties asked: " he’s up to something, i know he is, ” kazuya says as makoto’s on his way back, gently kicking tatsuya’s leg to get his attention. when makoto returns to the table, he’s alone, much like he was when he left ( he’d spotted shuuzou walking up the street and eventually made his leave. ) he’s shaking damp hands on the walk back, gaze on the floor as he wipes his mouth on sleeve. when makoto sits, he immediately goes for his drink, which kazuya side eyes his best friend. “ did you find shuu. ”

kazuya speaks and tatsuya looks up from his phone, as he tries - again - to get in touch with shuu. ( he was suppose to meet them here and tatsuya wonders briefly if shuu had just found someone and ditched them. it's not his usual play but -- well, tatsuya knows something is up with him. ) he glances up at makoto whose walking their way and head tilts as he watches him shake his hands and wipe his mouth. " weird. " he mutters, shutting off his phone, as makoto sits down. meanwhile - shuuzou, blinks at himself in the mirror - wondering what the fuck just happened. ( he was late - but he had a good reason to be late. he had saw some kids getting bullied on his way there and had stepped in - nearly breaking one of the guys arm; and they had scurried off like mice, before shuuzou turned his attention to the group of kids and squatted down, and talking them down. he had offered them his number, and gave them each a headpat and told them to call him if they needed anything. ) he thought - more than anything - makoto would be pissed at him for being late but instead as shuuzou had entered the establishment that they decided to try ( a new ramen shop ) - his gaze landed on makoto sheepishly, and he shrugged before he went to wash himself up again. hygiene and clean hands for eating. ( shuuzou isn't an animal. he knows better. ) except when he was finishing up - the door opened, and makoto had stepped in to lock it behind him and dropped to his knees. shuuzou confused, looking down before makoto proceeded to give probably some of the best top he's ever gotten - at this point nothing but makoto is buzzing in his head. dazed and confused, when makoto finishes him off, he watches him leave for a moment forgetting that his other friends are outside and he has obligations to attend too. " what the fuck. " is spoken into empty bathroom, before he remembers to clean himself up -- and he has to restart by wiping himself off, and throwing away the trash and rewashing his hands. a hand comes up to his chest, and he looks at himself in the mirror, and softly tells himself that he's fucked. ( he's tried not sleeping with makoto -- and always ends back up in best friend's bed. he's tried cutting it at the root by telling makoto that they really shouldn't be doing this because someone will get hurt - but makoto kisses him, and shuuzou's brain goes fuzzy. he's attempted to fuck with other people and left before anything could happen. he's called out makoto's name as he released into his hands into bed those nights. ) he's so fucked. they are not in love - and shuuzou ignores the part of himself that wants to be with makoto. he has ignored it since he's returned - and things are fine. better than fine. what's a little friends with benefits situation between two best friends? makoto uses him for sex / shuuzou uses him for sex, and everything is fine. he comes back to himself - hands half-washed, and hurriedly finishes it as his phone buzzes once again, a tatsuya ringtone, and he's drying his hands, before he's stepping out of the bathroom, to head to the table where his friends sit. dark eyes glance over at makoto who looks like the cat who got the cream ( and is the cat who swallowed the cream ) and raises a brow. " yo. " he pulls out a chair, and tatsuya swings his attention to him and shuuzou briefly feels like he's under a microscope at the moment and wonders if tatsuya can tell that shuuzou's brain is still rearranging himself from makoto's impromtu stunt. " where were you ? " he shrugs, " some kids got in trouble. i stepped in to help them and calm them down. came in and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and makoto surprised me, " in more ways than one, " ended up telling him what had happened. " tatsuya's eyes narrow on shuuzou before looking at makoto, and he breathes out. " you adopted kids again didn't you ? " shuuzou shrugs, grinning sheepishly, " who knows. "