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number-2-driller:

I’m such a great friend to Susumu.

Right?

You guys are friends?

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ebony-doppelganger:

goteambravo:

47. Met in detention AU

Bravoman stood at the open door to the detention room and sighed loudly as he stared at all of his fellow students within. For a hall monitor, he sure spent an awful lot of time in this place. Stupid Waya, always getting him into trouble.

He spotted some familiar faces here today, either classmates or kids he’s seen in the hallways, and unfortunately, some people he’s personally sent to detention himself. He shivered upon seeing that scary Taira guy sitting near the back of class, nervously tucked his hall monitor badge deep into his scarf, and finally trudged over to his usual desk. He didn’t expect to see someone already sitting there, his feet kicked up casually and hands behind his head as he seemed to be taking a nap.

"Er… ahem… ‘scuse me? Are you awake?"

Detention again, what an exhausting exhausting day. He needed to stop crawling over the girl’s bathroom when sneaking through the celing. And the school really needed to fix the ceiling, it was always caving in. It wasn’t like he eavesdropped on the room on purpose, he just hadn’t memorized the layout yet. 

When he walked into the detention room, Anti had picked a seat at random, and reclined himself, hoping to get some shut eye so he’d be energized when he went patrolling tonight, or that he would at least get a chance to muse on some of his totally awesome dark poetry. What he got instead was startled out of his calm, absorbed state by someone speaking to him.

He peeked his eyes open, and, recognizing Bravoman, gave a startled “WAUGH!” before flailing to catch his balance and putting his feet back down on the floor. He heard a few snickers behind him, and blushed black in embarrasment. He’d been trying to look cool, but had just ended up looking like a dork. Typical. Luckily no one could see the dark  blush behind his scarf, but he still adjusted it none the less. Clearing his throat he asked. “Can I h-help you?” Way to sound like a total dweeb Anti. Way to go. 

"GAH!"

Startled by the other boy’s reaction, he jumped and almost fell backwards into the desk behind him. He certainly didn’t expect this dark, kinda spooky-looking guy to yell and fall all over himself like that. But seeing how freaked-out he seemed to be and hearing his timid, shaky voice, he didn’t seem so spooky anymore. He put a hand over his heart and let out a deep breath to calm himself.

"Yikes, sorry about that! If I knew you were so jumpy, I wouldn’t have bugged ya."

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⚓, please?

safezonefamily:

goteambravo:

60. Disabled AU ((Oohhhh nooooo))

Hitoshi hummed quietly to himself as he worked on one of the many jigsaw puzzles his sister had brought for him to play with to pass the time. He needed something to distract himself and keep his hands busy, lest he slip back into his own thoughts.

Things had been rough since the accident. Ever since he lost use of his legs a few short months ago, he’d been living with his father again. He couldn’t help but feel like a burden, but he insisted on him moving back home so he could take care of him. His father coddled him, taking care of his every need 24/7, and it made Hitoshi feel awful, especially since his father was getting on in years and needed to provide for himself.

Eventually, however, his father’s savings began to run low. He had to go back to his job, otherwise they’d be in the poorhouse. It was hard convincing him that he could take care of himself, but finally they came to a compromise. His father could return to his work, and he would hire someone to come in and take care of him when he was alone. He wasn’t too crazy about having to be babysat, but as long as it got his father back to work and put his mind at ease, he’d take it.

He lifted his head upon hearing someone opening and closing the front door. That must be his caregiver now.

"Good morning! I’m over here, in the living room."

Kira shed her jacket and made her way into the living room, draping it over the arm of the couch. She smiled and nodded in greeting, padding her way over to where her new patient sat.

"Hi, I’m Kira. And you must be the one I’m here to help."

She leaned over and snagged one of the pieces that were still needing to be placed in the puzzle, and she put it into its place. Taking a seat next to Bravoman, she held her hand out to him politely.

"It’s nice to meet you, sweetheart."

He gave the newcomer a warm smile, pleasantly surprised. She seemed to be around his age, maybe just a tad older. Honestly, he expected some older, more experienced man or woman to come in and take care of him, but this was great. He could pretend he was hanging out with a really helpful friend instead of being taken care of by a professional nanny.

"Aww, is it that obvious? I was hoping sitting in a regular chair would throw you off." He giggled and extended a hand to her. "It’s nice to meet you too, Kira! My name is Hitoshi." He shrugged and smiled sadly. "My birth name, anyways. I’ve been going by something different for a couple years. Maybe you’ve even heard of me."

His smile brightened once more as he self-consciously scratched at a large scar taking up a portion of his left cheek and neck. “If I knew you were gonna be here so early, I’da put on a mask and busted out the pipe organ, hehe.”

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safezonefamily whispered:
⚓, please?

60. Disabled AU ((Oohhhh nooooo))

Hitoshi hummed quietly to himself as he worked on one of the many jigsaw puzzles his sister had brought for him to play with to pass the time. He needed something to distract himself and keep his hands busy, lest he slip back into his own thoughts.

Things had been rough since the accident. Ever since he lost use of his legs a few short months ago, he’d been living with his father again. He couldn’t help but feel like a burden, but he insisted on him moving back home so he could take care of him. His father coddled him, taking care of his every need 24/7, and it made Hitoshi feel awful, especially since his father was getting on in years and needed to provide for himself.

Eventually, however, his father’s savings began to run low. He had to go back to his job, otherwise they’d be in the poorhouse. It was hard convincing him that he could take care of himself, but finally they came to a compromise. His father could return to his work, and he would hire someone to come in and take care of him when he was alone. He wasn’t too crazy about having to be babysat, but as long as it got his father back to work and put his mind at ease, he’d take it.

He lifted his head upon hearing someone opening and closing the front door. That must be his caregiver now.

"Good morning! I’m over here, in the living room."

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47. Met in detention AU

Bravoman stood at the open door to the detention room and sighed loudly as he stared at all of his fellow students within. For a hall monitor, he sure spent an awful lot of time in this place. Stupid Waya, always getting him into trouble.

He spotted some familiar faces here today, either classmates or kids he’s seen in the hallways, and unfortunately, some people he’s personally sent to detention himself. He shivered upon seeing that scary Taira guy sitting near the back of class, nervously tucked his hall monitor badge deep into his scarf, and finally trudged over to his usual desk. He didn’t expect to see someone already sitting there, his feet kicked up casually and hands behind his head as he seemed to be taking a nap.

"Er… ahem… ‘scuse me? Are you awake?"

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goteambravo whispered:
"I’m proud to call you my son."

ebony-doppelganger:

goteambravo:

ebony-doppelganger:

"Y-you are?" When Anti had been called down by his dad, he had been worried he had done something wrong, or that dad had found out about one of the many things he had been hiding. He certainly had not expected those words to come out of his dad’s mouth. He smiled nervously, clasping his hands together in front of him. "You really mean that dad?"

Dr. Bomb’s face seemed to hold no particular affection, but even through his thick glasses, there could be seen some genuine surprise and pleasure.

"I am meaning it with as much meaning as my heart can express."

He turned away from him for a moment to sort a stack of papers. “Your grades are most excellent, you have done many workings in the laboratory with little fuss and much obedience and helpfulness, even your room has been cleaned to an acceptable level. You have been a very good boy, Myoshima.”

Anti bit his lip, conflicting feelings racing through. On one hand, he was happy. His dad was proud of him. He was actually proud of him and giving him attention. He was calling him his son, and using the name he had originally given him when he was created.

On the other hand, he could only imagine what would happen if his deceit was uncovered. He’d probably never leave the Bombshelter again, dead or alive. And that wasn’t something he wanted to think about. 

But he pushed his feelings of nervousness away. He couldn’t show that emotion now, he couldn’t break down and give his dad reason to suspect anything. So he closed his eyes and smiled. “I’m just… trying to do my best. Thanks dad.”

The doctor nodded and hummed in approval as he neatly placed the papers into a folder and set it aside. “Keep up with the best that you can do. I have high expectations of you, and I am certain that you will meet them with ease.”

He turned to him once more, hands behind his back and head held high. “So pleased am I with your progress, I have decided to give you a gift to encourage your continued geniosity. Two gifts, to be exact.”

He held up his good hand. “One, you will only be working with me on the weekends from now until on. Your schoolnights must be spent on homework and projects, very very good for the learning and growing. Two, I will buy you one game of your choice.” He wagged a scolding finger at him. “But do not be wasting all of your newly-freed time on the games of foolishness! Do not abuse my most generous of kindness.”

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number-2-driller:

goteambravo:

number-2-driller:

Don’t shoot!

He beamed proudly as he twirled the water gun in his hands.

"Well, I hafta be. My sister roped me into water fights all the time and, lemme tell ya, she is ruthless! I’ve never played to win, I just played to survive long enough to outlast anybody else playing the game.”

He chuckled and stopped twirling the gun, instead striking a pose with it. “She may be the master of the watery battlefield, but I can totally run circles around her when it comes to video games!”

"Oh, you have a sister? That’s cool! Water fights are pretty fun, especially with family members! Sorta sucks for me, since my only family member left is a clumsy robot."

She sorta thought for a second. Her parents death didn’t effect her TOO much anymore, but it would be nice to have them back. After all, Holinger-Z was just a robot, not a human. And probably any water on him would instantly break him, maybe.

"Video games are pretty fun, too. Before my mom got into an uh.. accident.. we would always play video games together! We would always play Mario Kart and Mario Party, and she would always beat me! She was really great!"

He lowered the gun, his smile faltering into a look of worry.

"Oh… gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost your parents. I never woulda thought…"

He looked down, rubbing his arm awkwardly. He never would have figured Anna to be an orphan, but at least she had someone, right? He looked up at her and offered a tiny smile.

"… I lost my mom too, when I was sixteen. Boy, she was not a fun-and-games kind of person. Said it was absolute foolishness and a huge waste of time and money. On the bright side, she spend a lot of time with us in the great outdoors! She’s the one who actually bought me and Meme’s water guns and stuff. Lots of outdoor toys and activities. Oh! My sister’s name is Kagome, by the way. She’s really cool!”

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goteambravo whispered:
"I’m proud to call you my son."

ebony-doppelganger:

"Y-you are?" When Anti had been called down by his dad, he had been worried he had done something wrong, or that dad had found out about one of the many things he had been hiding. He certainly had not expected those words to come out of his dad’s mouth. He smiled nervously, clasping his hands together in front of him. "You really mean that dad?"

Dr. Bomb’s face seemed to hold no particular affection, but even through his thick glasses, there could be seen some genuine surprise and pleasure.

"I am meaning it with as much meaning as my heart can express."

He turned away from him for a moment to sort a stack of papers. “Your grades are most excellent, you have done many workings in the laboratory with little fuss and much obedience and helpfulness, even your room has been cleaned to an acceptable level. You have been a very good boy, Myoshima.”

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goteambravo whispered:
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number-2-driller:

goteambravo:

number-2-driller:

Don’t shoot!

"Sorry pal, but you know how it goes. No mercy!"

Bravoman aimed directly for her chest, then pulled the trigger. A stream of ice-cold water shot out of the water pistol, making a direct hit on its target. Bravoman cheered and pumped his fist skywards.

"Yeah! Gotcha! Another point for Team Bravo!"

She was stunned just a little bit by the shot, but then let out a smile.

"Hey, good shot! I’m really impressed!"

She never really knew how good he was at this! She only just practiced around with Susumu, which even then she wasn’t all that great. Well, neither was Susumu.

"You must be really good at this!"

He beamed proudly as he twirled the water gun in his hands.

"Well, I hafta be. My sister roped me into water fights all the time and, lemme tell ya, she is ruthless! I’ve never played to win, I just played to survive long enough to outlast anybody else playing the game.”

He chuckled and stopped twirling the gun, instead striking a pose with it. “She may be the master of the watery battlefield, but I can totally run circles around her when it comes to video games!”

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goteambravo whispered:
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number-2-driller:

Don’t shoot!

"Sorry pal, but you know how it goes. No mercy!"

Bravoman aimed directly for her chest, then pulled the trigger. A stream of ice-cold water shot out of the water pistol, making a direct hit on its target. Bravoman cheered and pumped his fist skywards.

"Yeah! Gotcha! Another point for Team Bravo!"

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goteambravo whispered:
“That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.”

safezonefamily:

Kaylin nodded, pulling down her sweater sleeves to cover her small hands, suddenly more self-conscious, with the topic of pain. She ignored the aching that seemed a bit more prominent now, and smiled.’

"Yeah, it’s a bit self-centered like that, huh? Perhaps it’s just lonely."

Bravoman smiled softly, his eyes closed as he relaxed as best as he could and tried to ignore the pain throughout his body. His meds for the day hadn’t kicked in yet, and he was really itchy underneath his bandages. He tried to hide it as best as he could for Kaylin’s sake, she had enough to deal with on top of seeing his ugly, burnt mug.

"Lonely or not, it can be awful pushy and demanding. Pain should learn to cool its jets and take a vacation once in a while, don’cha think?"

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bravowoman whispered:
Hey, Brave, what's something personal that you've never told anyone?

Aw, fuck.

Well, I ran away from home on the day of my graduation. As far as my family knows, I’m dead, and that’s the way I want it. Been living under a fake name with a fake life for five years. Damn, does time fly.

It’s a secret to everyone, s’why I never take off the suit when I’m on one of my shows. Don’t want my folks to recognize me and figure out where I am. Now, I say this with as much affection and respect as I can possibly muster. Keep yer damn mouth shut and pretend you never heard this.

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goteambravo whispered:

ebony-doppelganger:

((Okay it’s up to you to not make this TOO sad))

He’s no longer with us, but he left this dusty room.

"Aw, crap." Brave Man snapped his fingers, a disappointed pout on his face. "Dusty is right, looks like nobody’s been here in some longass time. Feels like we’ve been runnin’ around in circles for hours. Any idea where he mighta gone?"

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