Category: K Project

It was past noon on Sunday – the final day of the challenge contest that had captured the attention of two separate workplaces – when a familiar pair stepped into Homra, setting off the familiar door chime. Kusanagi looked up with a smile already on his lips, knowing exactly whom he’d find there. “Welcome,” he…

The first thing Fushimi became aware of when he started to shift towards waking was the unusually stiff surface beneath him. It didn’t feel like the bed in his apartment. There was a pillow under his head, but the mattress wasn’t right. On top of that, the amount of light in the room that could…

The early part of Saturday morning was kind of a blissful haze in Yata’s mind. He vaguely remembered rolling out of bed – after what felt like the most refreshing sleep of his life – and going through his usual routine before leaving his apartment, but the details didn’t seem to stick. Really, the only…

There were a jumble of confused impressions running through Yata’s head, and he couldn’t manage to sort out what the hell was going on. His brain seemed to chug along lazily, not concerned with what was real or what was imagined – just kinda throwing whatever at him and leaving it at that. He was…

Yata woke with his head pounding and his skin feeling clammy, as if he’d just run a marathon in his sleep. He turned his head on his pillow, squinting at the edge of the futon, behind which the alarm on his phone was blaring. His vision blurred out and didn’t seem to want to clear…

Fushimi was a light, irregular sleeper in the best of times, and feeling tired and out of sorts in the morning wasn’t uncommon. He’d normally just drown the feeling with coffee and lose himself in whatever he was working on until he forgot about the various complaints in his body. It was just a matter…

‘Plan an amazing date’. The word ‘date’ sent a little jolt through Yata’s body, bouncing out from his chest as he read it off the board. He’d come out here early – before his opening shift – in the first place, full of energy and optimism after the previous day’s text conversations. This new challenge…

It was usually harder to get going on Monday than it was any other day of the week, considering he worked the early shift and Sunday was his day off, but this Monday was even worse than usual. Yata stirred awake at the sound of his alarm, blinking blearily at the ceiling. He felt… off.…

Yata made a point of going up the ladder second so that he could wait at the bottom in case Saruhiko’s injury gave him trouble, but as it turned out, the only sign he showed of having any difficulty at all was the little grimace when his feet planted on solid ground again. “Is that…

Anything, huh? At this point, Fushimi wasn’t sure why Yata’s simplistic responses still caught him off guard. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been beaten over the head with examples so far – he should’ve caught the hint by this point. Somehow, that bright, stupid smile and the way those intent eyes glowed in the dim…