By not-so-popular demand, here’s the continuation! Please read Part 1 first if you haven’t. Anyway, this part is from the point of view of those who are not the twins lol
Current setting: AkaKuro Household + Kuroko Takes Over the Prefect Board
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redEmperor04: Minions, I have fallen sick today and won’t be attending school
Midorima: Understood. Will your brother be taking over for you?
boobiesFTW: Oh god. Tetsu is replacing you again? Shit I gotta bring sunglasses or something
o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ : UWAH! Kurokocchi is scary again! Nooo!!
redEmperor04: I have advised him to be less…me.
(〜￣△￣)〜 : Should I bring cookies~? Vanilla-related snacks?
redEmperor04: That is advisable. For your own sake. Please return him to me safely.
boobiesFTW: Roger that.
o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ :Okay!
Midorima: Will do.
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On that day, when news about Akashi being sick spread, the student body shivered from sheer fear. Because they knew what the Head Prefect would do when he was too weak to govern the assembly and his fellow peers. He would appoint his twin to take his place.
A Collection of everyone’s favorite beer-drinking, sugar pea dropping Catbug! The many faces of Catbug cupcakes for cartoonhangover’s NY Office, a dramatic Catbug ‘drama-Bug’ cake from my youtube show Nerd Bites, and a jumbo Catbug cookie for Catbug’s pint-sized voice actor Sam!
He sits in the front seat of his Navigator, heart racing away from him—racing towards Blaine, if he’s honest—and pushes his gray hood backwards and forwards so that it sits just so behind his upswept pink locks. He runs his hands over his thighs, feeling the soft gray fabric of Blaine’s sweatpants, then lifts his foot onto the seat so he can press his nose to his knee. Kurt smells like Blaine’s fabric softener, plus his own cologne and cigarettes, and the clean-spicy-smoky mix sets Kurt’s nerves on fire.
He’d spent about twenty minutes telling himself to stop freaking out before he realized that not freaking out was not an option. The adrenaline from wriggling out of his skintight jeans in front of Blaine, then running, pants-less, to Blaine’s locker for his spare pair of sweats has worn off, and now that Kurt’s coming down, he doesn’t feel very much in control.
That’s scary. No one does that to him. That’s another reason Blaine—no, Anderson, Anderson is safer – needs to be dealt with.