tw: injury, mentions of blood, mentions of gore, mentions of death
Also it’s Serirei and there is a sickly sweet ending to this,believe it or not.
It starts with numbness on his left shoulder blade, about a week
after the incident at the Seventh Branch. Reigen, of course, shrugs it off. He’s
given enough massages to know tension pains when he feels them. He makes a
mental note to try a few exercises for that arm later, to help the muscles
loosen up.
They don’t. Weeks pass, and the numbness only grows,
sweeping down his back towards his right hip. This, however, gets quickly shoved
aside or at least included with the damage incurred in his stand off against
Mogami Keiji in the body of a 14-year-old girl. He’d managed to protect his
head, for the most part, but given the force of impact it was no surprise that
his back should have suffered too.
(There was no damage, the paramedics told him. He’d been
very lucky.)
Eventually, the pain in his concussed skull subsides. But
even though he patiently waits, the numbness does not.
hey wow this was great? thanks for punching me in m kokoro .,
Hey Joey, catch!
They end up sleeping on the office couch, which is far too
small for the two of them. Neither seem to mind, making up for the lack of
sleeping space by being as close as physically possible.
They’re both lying on their sides, both facing outwards.
Serizawa is braced against the back of the couch, one arm trapped under Reigen’s
head like a pillow, the other slung over the other man, holding as tight as he
can while still making him comfortable. Reigen seems oblivious of the tension
in Serizawa’s body, however, and lies limp and exhausted, still naked to the
waist. He’s taken Serizawa’s hand in his own, and has wedged himself in a way
that gives the impression that he’s using the bigger man as a blanket.
Suddenly, looking at the scene in front of him, Reigen understood why Mob had always been afraid of what he kept locked inside. If Reigen had ever had the fraction of the power he had claimed to possess, the world around him in would have been destroyed the moment he had seen the blood matted in Mob’s hair. Reigen reached out shaking hands, through the pressure, through the sharp gravel that cut at his arms. He stepped forward.
drafts for a comic that mindgames beat me out of finishing. BUT. you guys can have them here.
however, if you’re fond of stinging eyes and hurting in your hurt box,
imagine a powerful esper from another town comes into spice city to challenge mob and when the esper confronts mob (having blown the others away to a distance), the esper presents their own worldview and then asks mob about mob’s own ideology but mob misses the esper’s meaning because it’d never occur to mob to incorporate his own ability to use psychic powers into an ideology for how he views the world, so the esper prompts mob by re-phrasing “what are your core principles?” and mob’s like “oh!” and he thinks really hard and everyone’s waiting and then he speaks,”my core principles are… strength, flexibility, stamina, trying to eat more protein, a growth mindset–”
and everyone’s just like “wtf” as mob goes on except reigen who’s screaming inside his own head in disbelief “THE BODY IMPROVEMENT CLUB’S CORE PRINCIPLES, HE’S RECITING THE BODY IMPROVEMENT CLUB’S CORE PRINCI
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