[ it's another day that the dirty dawg logo is plastered across the screens all over ikebukuro. all over yokohama. ichiro's gotten good with his mic, picking it up as fast as any of the other members of the dirty dawg, spitting rhymes so fast it makes people dizzy. and he and samatoki--god, he and samatoki, they make the best team ever. the four of them feed off of each other easily, but with samatoki, it's like they're predicting each other's sentences. like he already knows what's going to come out of his mouth. it's so easy.
ichiro's in love with him. he's in love with him, with his house, with his sister and the way they give him something he hasn't had in a long time--a family. a sense of normalcy. his brothers don't question where he goes, the damn orphanage head doesn't (well, perhaps he does, but ichiro doesn't give a shit), there's no school tomorrow, and they won.
and today, family or not, nemu's not home.
ichiro stumbles through the door with samatoki when he unlocks it, practically shoving it open as he whoops, turning around into samatoki's space as he comes in behind him and grinning, wild and dangerous and delighted, eyes brighter than the stage lights. ] Samatoki-san, that was sick.
[ the anger that he wears like a cloud seems to have evaporated. he's turned to a puppy in front of samatoki, his tail wagging a mile a minute, his cheeks flushed, letting the thrill of victory chase it all away. they won, and all he can think about is the rhymes of the person he admired, the look on his face when they practically dropped their mics, in unison. the trust he felt when they hit their mics together.
( once the lights went off, and the dirty dawg logo flashed on screen, the crowd went wild with changing their crew's name. ichiro looked like he was having the time of his life, like he just conquered the world, and samatoki couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of him. it leaves a big enough impact that he still sees ichiro like that in his head, even many hours later, after they've fled the excitement and left for the aohitsugi household.
they stumble in together, with ichiro turning around to face him with the brightest grin, bright enough to combat the lights on the stage. the house is empty and silent save for their presence and the sound of ichiro's voice carrying down the halls. he laughs with him, practically seeing the puppy dog ears and tail perk up at every syllable. the adrenaline hasn't left him either. or maybe ichiro's energy is just that infectious.
he reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately, his fingers lingering in that messy mop of black hair. )
Yeah? You were pretty good yourself, Ichiro. You've gotten better.
( he's almost too sad to retrieve his hand, but he has to just so he can take his boots off before moving further inside. nemu is going to kill him otherwise. and while he waits for ichiro to do the same, he's shedding off his jacket too. )
[ it's not like it was with kuukou, with naughty busters, or even working with the bigger stairway to heaven at large. being with the dirty dawg--being with samatoki--doesn't' feel nearly as much like survival. the busters were one of the things ichiro did to survive, still working jobs he hated to save the money to get his brothers out of the orphanage.
the dirty dawg is... it's fun. it's challenging ichiro in a way he'd never really been challenged before, because he was a natural with the hypnosis mic from the minute one fell into his hands (enough that the s2h goons were jeering at him for kissing the boss's ass, unbelieving that someone as young as ichiro and kuukou could be as good as they were). samatoki was the first one to actually make things hard for him, and jakurai and ramuda, once they all met, were no different. it was a whole other level.
and samatoki, from enemy to friend to mentor to something else, to someone who sticks in ichiro's ribcage and makes his heart do backflips, has been there every step of the way. that hair ruffle gives him that flutter, and he ducks his head a little into the affectionate grin, not even putting up the prerequisite grumbling about being treated like a little kid, because the praise makes him light up.
for once, behaving himself, he leans down to toe out of his sneakers (he too has been victim to nemu nagging him, which was simultaneously cute and terrifying) and watches samatoki's back as he changes out of his jacket, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. ] Obviously. I still have to beat you, someday.
[ the glee softens for a minute, just enough as he watches samatoki's back in front of him, and ichiro taps into his easy confidence as he says something laced with more meaning than it first puts on, picking up on a thread of something he's ignored since the first time they met and pulling for the first time. ] ...I want to stay by your side.
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if you feel bad i'm coming to canada to punch you (tdd)
ichiro's in love with him. he's in love with him, with his house, with his sister and the way they give him something he hasn't had in a long time--a family. a sense of normalcy. his brothers don't question where he goes, the damn orphanage head doesn't (well, perhaps he does, but ichiro doesn't give a shit), there's no school tomorrow, and they won.
and today, family or not, nemu's not home.
ichiro stumbles through the door with samatoki when he unlocks it, practically shoving it open as he whoops, turning around into samatoki's space as he comes in behind him and grinning, wild and dangerous and delighted, eyes brighter than the stage lights. ] Samatoki-san, that was sick.
[ the anger that he wears like a cloud seems to have evaporated. he's turned to a puppy in front of samatoki, his tail wagging a mile a minute, his cheeks flushed, letting the thrill of victory chase it all away. they won, and all he can think about is the rhymes of the person he admired, the look on his face when they practically dropped their mics, in unison. the trust he felt when they hit their mics together.
(maybe something more than that, too.) ]
:blobsad:
they stumble in together, with ichiro turning around to face him with the brightest grin, bright enough to combat the lights on the stage. the house is empty and silent save for their presence and the sound of ichiro's voice carrying down the halls. he laughs with him, practically seeing the puppy dog ears and tail perk up at every syllable. the adrenaline hasn't left him either. or maybe ichiro's energy is just that infectious.
he reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately, his fingers lingering in that messy mop of black hair. )
Yeah? You were pretty good yourself, Ichiro. You've gotten better.
( he's almost too sad to retrieve his hand, but he has to just so he can take his boots off before moving further inside. nemu is going to kill him otherwise. and while he waits for ichiro to do the same, he's shedding off his jacket too. )
Maybe one day, you'll catch up to me.
packs my bags ig
the dirty dawg is... it's fun. it's challenging ichiro in a way he'd never really been challenged before, because he was a natural with the hypnosis mic from the minute one fell into his hands (enough that the s2h goons were jeering at him for kissing the boss's ass, unbelieving that someone as young as ichiro and kuukou could be as good as they were). samatoki was the first one to actually make things hard for him, and jakurai and ramuda, once they all met, were no different. it was a whole other level.
and samatoki, from enemy to friend to mentor to something else, to someone who sticks in ichiro's ribcage and makes his heart do backflips, has been there every step of the way. that hair ruffle gives him that flutter, and he ducks his head a little into the affectionate grin, not even putting up the prerequisite grumbling about being treated like a little kid, because the praise makes him light up.
for once, behaving himself, he leans down to toe out of his sneakers (he too has been victim to nemu nagging him, which was simultaneously cute and terrifying) and watches samatoki's back as he changes out of his jacket, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. ] Obviously. I still have to beat you, someday.
[ the glee softens for a minute, just enough as he watches samatoki's back in front of him, and ichiro taps into his easy confidence as he says something laced with more meaning than it first puts on, picking up on a thread of something he's ignored since the first time they met and pulling for the first time. ] ...I want to stay by your side.