The second bundle of five, hope you enjoy.
Spoilers/warnings (if applicable): Yuri hints, thoughts of Hisoka in dresses
Saya looked quietly over at Yuma, the other girl excitedly looking through the new dresses the store had in. They were even more ornate and frilly than the last dress they had brought back for Hisoka, and Saya had to hold back a laugh remembering the look on his face.
“What do you think, Saya?” Yuma asked, holding a dress up against herself, face flushed softly from her laughter, her eyes bright.
“It's beautiful.” Saya replied, smiling at her partner. She stepped forward, catching the other girls hand, twining their fingers. “Just beautiful.”
Yuma's smile was blinding.
Spoilers/warnings (if applicable): Spoilers from the Nagasaki arc
I hated mirrors. They always showed me the things I didn't want to see, shoved them at me until I wanted to scream.
The too wide, too open eyes. The pale, fragile looking body. A body stuck forever at sixteen, never aging, never growing up.
My appearance is what people always went by, and I hated it.
You were like that at first, you kept calling me kid, an almost cruel taunt. But slowly it changed, you went from calling me kid to Hisoka.
It made me happy, to have someone see me, not the form I was stuck in.
Spoilers/warnings (if applicable): Spoilers from Book 5
Tatsumi had a gift for remembering things. It came in handy with his job, keeping track of all the forms and little details that kept everything running as smoothly as possible.
It also came in handy for times like these, finding Tsuzuki to ask him to tea after the incident with the Count. Tatsumi was amused to see Tsuzuki so excited about the snacks before him, calmly enjoying his tea.
Tsuzuki took a sip and stopped, a small, gentle smile on his face. “Tsujiri's ceremonial green tea. You remembered my favorite.”
“Of course I did.” Tatsumi smiled back.
Spoilers/warnings (if applicable): Muraki? Does he get warnings?
Everyone had masks. He saw so many in his line of work, and he had quite a few of his own. They were a fact of life, and they served him well.
The angelic face, the one everyone saw and assumed was true. The good doctor, working so hard to save his patients. The one that was so sweet to Ukyou, made her happy.
The wide eyed, blood splattered apparition, coolly dispatching his victims by the moonlight.
So many of them, all with their uses, all of them a lie. And one set of violet eyes saw through them all.
Spoilers/warnings (if applicable): Fluff!
Tsuzuki looked at the piles of paperwork on his desk, another part of his punishment from Tatsumi in the wake of the Library incident. He closed his eyes, thought hard and then cracked one eye open.
The paperwork was still there, staring at him balefully.
“If you just did it, it wouldn't be so bad.” Hisoka said, focused on his own nearly cleared desk.
Tsuzuki looked at him hopefully, eyes lighting up. “Hisoooooookaaaaaaa....”
Hisoka froze, knowing that if he looked up, he would help.
Tatsumi walked by the door, amused to see Hisoka resignedly helping a grinning Tsuzuki.