― freshman orientation..

"god, your luck is terrible."

"tell me about it."

(you've got a funeral to go to, bills to pay, a will to sort out, your brothers nagging to avoid, and graduation from law school in just a couple years is still on your roster. surely a roommate is the better move to make, right? you can do this, right?)

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you meet ieiri shōko & co when your roommate up and ditches you. totally not your fault. surely this will be simple, normal, and completely in the ordinary. right? right? nothing paranormal and/or curse adjacent is going to become the regular. right? right? surely, surely your luck isn't that bad, right? your brother is not right about your luck. you hope. ugh.

arc i. testified teeth.

(i need to to keep me like a secret & hold me like a grudge.)

one. kuzako funeral home for the damned.
two. troublesome tricks.
three. salt water stardom.
four. orange peel & ginger root.
five. hardboiled eggs.
six. really shitty italian food.
seven. bitter chocolate.
eight. finals season.
nine. a case study of hachimura kenji.
ten. and a partridge in a pear tree.

arc ii. statutory skin.

(where you end & i begin.)

eleven. eyes like the sun.
twelve. guilty of wanting.
thirteen. blue blue blue.
fourteen. when summer ends.
fifteen. years from now.
sixteen. please leave a message after the tone.
seventeen. milk bread.
eighteen. legal matter.
nineteen. when morning comes in.
twenty. only skin deep.
twenty-one. bar diver.
twenty-two. a case study of hachimura kiku.
twenty-three. pierced ears.

arc iii. litigating ligaments.

(sour, sour, sour.)

twenty-four. hands like a necklace.
twenty-five. higher orders.
twenty-six. an apple a day.
twenty-seven. hourglass figure.
twenty-eight. of tombstones.
twenty-nine. big brother comes home.
thirty. late notice.
thirty-one. soil & ash.
thirty-two. teeth.
thirty-three. a case study of hachimura keito.
thirty-four. mine, all mine.

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TW & CW!!!! will add more as the fic continues.

addiction, ageism, alcoholism, bribery, cannibalism, capitalism, coercion, colonialism, death, emotional incest, gang violence, general malpractice, general violence, homophobia, immigration, mental illness, mentions of genocide, objectification (a lot of objectification, like bro is such an asshole in the beginning I cannot reinstate this enough), poverty, prostitution, racism, rape, sexism, suicidal ideation, systemic violence, trafficking.

On Behalf of The Terrible Morals Which My Depictions Possess: I do not condone nor have I ever condoned the actions of the characters in this work of fiction commit. This work is meant to explore a lot of my feelings of injustice and systemic oppression in the modern day. I cannot make up your morals, while something may be framed in this fic as good, neutral, or bad, you, the reader, must reflect upon yourself what is being said and done. If you cannot handle, stomach, or bear the thought of these, you can exit the fic at any time. 

Now time for my silly little romance (screaming, sobbing, and sounds of gunshot echo in the background) <3