Best Friend Estate [Ryuu]

Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.

It was late into the night, probably around three or three and a half in the morning, and the day was the fourth of January. In his healthy state, this would be a time in which Ryuusei would still be awake – afterall, he is a night howl. It was when the moon and the stars were out that Ryuu’s brain was the most active and so he usually could be found with a little light in his room turned on, helping him see the music that he was composing, the poems he was writing, the books he was reading or the videogames that he was playing.

However, Ryuusei was still far from healthy… and this was quickly growing to be one of the worst nights since the operation.


So, will I be able to go home tomorrow?, Ryuusei Igarashi asked, the rain still pouring outside and his face bruised from the fight with Nick that had happened.

Minato, could I ask you and your wife to step outside for a little bit? I would like to speak with Ryuusei alone for a few minutes.

The doctor, which name was Taki, was the one that had accompanied Yaso since her coma and was a close friend from Minato’s childhood – if you saw Minato Igarashi walking in the street during his younger years, you would most likely see Taki Kishimoto walking besides him. Hiroko nodded, kissed Ryuusei on the forehead and then stepped out of the room, her husband leading the way.

What’s going on, Taki-san? the boy asked, confused. Yes, he had puked a lot of blood and was feeling terrible in the alleyway, but after being admitted into the hospital and receiving first care he was feeling pretty normal.

Taki’s voice was clearly different than his usual happy self, displaying his more serious and concerned side.

Burnt tissue on the left side of your body, the metal I had to put into your ankle a few months ago in order for you to be able to walk and run without problems, multiple marks across your body, a scar on your right hand that appears to be from a stab wound… Not to mention those deformed ribs that I made sure to not even show to your parents. And now this.

Sitting in a chair next to Ryuu’s bed, Taki threw the folder he had on his hand onto Ryuu’s lap, who opened and tried to make sense of it.

To put it bluntly, if you had showed up here one hour later you would probably be dead.

What? – Ryuusei immediately turned his head from the papers he was reading to Taki – What do you mean? I feel fine and I’ve just been here for a few hours. After the first care and a little nap I was ready to go out, I just haven’t left because no one allowed me to.

Taki simple showed his cellphone screen to Ryuusei. The teenager’s face went blank, shocked by what he was seeing.

No… No, that can’t be. Why does it say there that it is December 2nd? It’s the 29th of November, my sister’s birthday is two days away!

Your sister’s birthday was yesterday, Ryuusei-kun. This is your fourth day here, you’ve been sleeping ever since the operation.

W-Wait, wait a minute there, what are… what are you on about? I-It’s raining outside, I’ve just foug- I’ve just let Nick escape, that was a few hours ago!

Taki extend his arm, holding Ryuusei’s hand – the boy was shaking compulsevely.

It has been raining non-stop since the 29th… Previsions say that it will only stop next week.

B-But… Wait, w-wait, let's, let's o back a bit. Y-you said operation? I-I feel good!

Ryuusei then looked down. He hadn’t done so since waking up from what he thought had been a little nap, but was in reality a long-long post-operation sleep. Perhaps he unconsciously knew what happen and idn’t want to accept it. WIth his free hand, he lifted his hospital shirt. As he saw what was underneath, his breathing pattern and heart rhythm skyrocketed.

It was big vertical scar that came from a medical incision and it was still healing. It went all the way from the lowest part of the hypogastric region to the highest of the epigastric area.

You were in surgery for almost 10 hours. Your insides were almost scrambled eggs and you lost an unspeakable amount of blood. I actually don’t know how you managed to arrive here conscious and on your own to feet.

Unvolutary tears began running down the boy’s face while he held on tight to Taki’s hand and looked at his own body.

My deduction was that this was bound to happen sooner or later. Your fight the other day was just the final blow that made everything explode, even if you didn’t feel like you were getting hit that hard.

Taki made a long pause. There was only silence in the room. Ryuusei was the one to resume the conversation, doing so in a weak tone.

So, due to the drugs and heavy medication I'm not feeling much pain, only woke up now and I just assumed that I had just rested for a few hours… My parents must’ve been so worried…

Ryuusei-kun, I hope that you understand that this was your body begging you to slow things down a lot. I know you and I understand how you think, that if you decide to do something you it must be all out or nothing. I’ve felt like that during my medical studies, so I can see how you got into that mindset at Yuuei. But if you keep this pace up, then… Then next time you might not arrive here in time, do you understand?

Yes… Y-Yeah, I do…


He yelled in pain, screaming for his parents. Hiroko and Minato ran into the room at full-speed, worrying sick about the only son they had at home. The first nights since he came back had been like this, but since then he was being able to sleep fine and making quick progress in his recovery. So why this situation after close to a month of his release? It was simples, actually: he decided to not take his pain killers that night. When his parents asked why, Ryuusei gave a simple and honest reason.

The pills make me feel different and Yoruhi is coming here tomorrow, so I want to be myself at 100%.

Part of Minato just wanted to punch the hell out of his son, but instead he just hugged what he clearly saw as a copy of his childhood self mixed with the heart of his wife.

It was a tough night, one with barely any sleep. But Ryuusei didn’t take one single pill.




It was the first time someone was visitng since the fight with Nick. It made sense. When asked about by Rin and Yoru, Ryuusei just lied and said that it wasn’t a big deal, that he had gone home just a few days after the fight with only minor injuries and just didn’t reply to the texts because he just felt like chilling. To anyone that knew Ryuusei, such reaction from the boy wasn’t weird at all so there wasn’t really anything to suspect. Minato and Hiroko also played along, following their son’s wishes to not reveal anyone the real extends of his injuries.

Since Decemeber was the month of festivities, Ryuu was able to keep this lie on solid ground: everytime he was asked to go somewhere or if he could receive someone at home he would just say that he was heling his parents or away to visit family members. Once again: something that didn’t raise much suspicion taking into account the context. The boy just didn’t want to worry everyone.

But now it was january and the excuses couldn’t fly anymore, so when Yoru suggested to come over Ryuusei actually encouraged him – afterall, he missed his best friend. Ryuusei was just beggind the Gods that he didn’t have any visible pain attacks while Yoru was there, being that he didn’t take the pain killers that he was supposed to be on until february.

The door bell rang. Yoruhi had arrived. Minato was training at the family private dojo, so he didn’t hear anything. If he did he was sure to be the first one to answer the door. So, Hiroko decided to be the one going outside, telling Ryuusei to keep sitting on the living room couch.

The gate opened and, in front of Yoruhi, appeared Hiroko Igarashi. The woman was going to turn 46 this year, but by looking at her one could’ve never guessed that this was her age. Her long blonde haired was strong, her skin and lips were soft and her deep blue eyes shining as saphires. If she was this beautiful at that age one could only wonder how she looked at a younger age. The other noticeable thing was that she wasn’t fully japanese: while her father was japanese, her mother was from Europe. This also meant that Ryuusei wasn’t fully japanese himself, having a grandmother that was from another country… did he ever mentioned that to anyone?

Standing at the same height as Yoru, Ryuusei’s mother spoke to the boy in a warm tone, one that was completly distinct from the one with which her son always talked.

You must be Yoruhi, right? We’re so happy that you’re here! – she hugged him, even if he wasn’t expecting such a pleasant welcome – Ry always talks about you! I’m his mother, you can cal me Hiroko. It’s a pleasure to meet you, she said, doing a small bow.

My dumb husband probably forgot the time, so I’m going to go and strech his ears in order for him to go greet you! You can just go ahead and enter the house, Ryuusei should be in the living room. Please make youself at home!

Giving Yoru a big smile, the gate behind them now closed and with the conversation over, Hiroko began to graciously walk towards the dojo, leaving Yoruhi free to walk the stone path to the mansion’s entrance.

Notes: Ryuusei is back! Sorry for the long post!!
Words: 1,706.
Tags: Yoruhi Honookaen

You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live

A few moments after his mom had gone to meet Yoruhi at the gates, the main entrance door of the Igarashi household was being opened again - this time, by his best friend himself.

Yoru would probably be surprised by the lack of butlers or employees - afterall, it was pretty common for such a wealthy family living in such a big mansion to have, at least, one or two. This, however, was not the case for the Igarashi's. Since Minato and Hiroko didn't have a job, they were the ones that handled everything, dividing all the household duties between themselves and leaving Ryuusei to only have to worry about his own bedroom and helping them when so was requested. The only thing close to an employee was Hideo, an older man that Minato knew since he was a child and that acted as a personal driver for the family when one was needed. This old friend of the family lived with his wife in the neighbourhood - and in a house Minato bought him as a gift - so Yoru wouldn't see him either.

Who Yoruhi would see upon reaching the living room would be exactly who was he expecting to see: his best friend, Ryuusei Igarashi. He didn't look sick, but he also didn't look 100% healthy - there were things that he couldn't hide and his physical appearance was one of them. He was paler than usual and the dark bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep were significally noticeable. Even if it didn't look like he was weak, it would definetely look like he was tired.

Hey - he said with a little smile, extending out his arm to meet Yoru's fist-bump, even if not with much strenght behind it - You look good, he added, a compliment just in order to not have to verbalize that he missed Yoruhi and that he was glad to see him again.

Ryuusei could imagine how confused Yoru probably was, especially due to  how well Ryuu knew the boy. Since Ryuusei never talked about his family, house or wealth, coming in and taking all this information at once could be overwhelming to someone from outside, Ryuusei guessed. It wasn't like he had that many people coming over: besides of Rinkusu, Yoruhi was now the second person ever that Ryuu had invited over.

The blonde was simply wearing a silk pajama set, light-pink in color. It was his house, so he really felt no need of changing clothes just because someone was coming, especially when that someone was who he considered to be his best friend. Now those were words that Ryuusei would never think about saying before joining Yuuei.

I've been good. Playing games, reading, playing piano... Y'know, the usual.

He started to get up from the couch. He wasn't able to resist the urge of grabbing his stomach while doing so, but he was actually able to stand up pretty smoothly.

What abou-

Interrupting Ryuusei, an even deeper - yet surprisingly cheerful and warm - was heard approaching.

I'M HERE!

Oh no... Ryuusei could only mumble while looking down, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Standing at a little more than 2,00m tall and weighing almost 120kg, Minato Igarashi was the embodiment of a mountain. Even while wearing the kimono from his earlier practice, his muscular and athletic build was pretty visible. His hair was somewhat long, dark brown - but already with a few white strands - in color and pushed back into a ponytail while his eyes were the same colour as Ryuu's. In fact, Ryuusei's facial resemblance to his his 47 year old father was evident, even if their body types and personalities were complete opposites.

His footsteps hadn't even been heard - a testament to his years of training and hardwork - but there he was in the living room, standing in front of both Yoruhi and Ryuusei.

Welcome to our home, Yoruhi! - no honorific, of course - It's your home too now! Isn't that right, Ry?

Scrubbing Ryuusei's hair with one of his hands, Minato loudly laughed while looking at his own son expression of embarassment. Ryuusei sighed.

Yeah... This is my father, Yoru. His name is-

My name is Minato, Igarashi Minato! And what is it that my eyes spy?

He was looking at the flowers in Yoruhi's hands. With a quick movement, he grabbed them with his free hand. With his big hands and strenght, one could assume that such movement would be violent, but it was quite the opposite: despite being so large, Minato had an uniquely strange delicacy in his movements. He smelled the flowers and smiled.

These are beautiful, my boy! My heart is truly grateful! Thank you so much, I'll take good care of t- Wooah, wooah, wooaaah!

Before being able to finish his words, Minato began levitating. As he ascended to the ceiling, Hiroko appeared from behind.

I'm sorry kids... He ran off as soon as I said little Yoru had arrived. Ryuusei's father is... well, he's like a child.

From above, Minato retorted.

I'm pure! The word is "pure"!

Hiroko pressed the palm of her hand against her forehead before looking at both Yoruhi and Ryuusei again.

I'm going to make something for you both to eat while my husband showers. Why don't you show your friend upstairs, Ry?

Ryuusei nodded.

Good, I'll bring you the food when it's ready then - she smiled at them before looked up - And you're coming with me.

As Hiroko stepped away, Minato flew behind her while still grabbing the flowers Yoruhi had "given" him. As they disappeared in the hallway, the kept talking to each other.

I sometimes really don't understand why I married you...

Because you love me like this!

... Shut up.

And, just like that, it was only the two students in the living room once again. Ryuusei didn't even know what to say after that... experience. He just tried to give an explanation for part of it.

My mother's Quirk, she can, uhm, make everything she touches levitate... Yeah...

Yoru had just seen first hand how Ryuu's father and mother were. Ryuusei wondered what is reaction would be.


Notes: Welcome to the world of Ryuu's hilarious parents!
Words: 1,039.
Tags: Yoruhi Honookaen

You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live

Even if Ryuusei wanted to give some type of ironic remark to Yoru's aknowledgement of the Igarashi' wealth, he couldn't - the appearance of both Minato and Hiroko made sure of that. It was a shame though: Ryuu was surely capable of coming up with something funny when it came to Yoruhi... he had missed those interactions over the last weeks.

Man, I'm getting mentally weak, he often told himself when it came to thinking about his friendship Yoru.

Watching that all unfold... it wasn't surprising. No, not at all. It had always been like this and his parents weren't ones to pretend to be someone else just because a guest was there, they were that genuine. Perhaps it was for the best. Ryuu envied them, in some way - how happy they were, how they loved each other... how they seemed to be able to forget about Ya-

“Your parents are a lovely bunch.”

Yoruhi had just came back from a little dash towards Hiroko. He had given Ryuu's mom a bag with chocolate and wine. The older woman had accepted it kindly, giving Ryuusei's friend a lovely little scold on how there was no need for such thing and how she was going to prepare the best lunch ever for him as a showing of gratitude. Minato, on the end, tried to reach Yoru's hair in order to mess with it. It was his own way of putting into action the words his wife had expressed. Hiroko made sure that didn't happen.

Yeah, they're just like me, right? Ryuusei replied with a little smile.

For the next question, the answer was also a simple one.

No, believe it or not my father is actually Quirkless.

Yoruhi wouldn't be the first or last person to think that Minato's physique could only be possible due to some type of Enhancement Quirk... Hell, even Ryuu didn't fully understand how it was possible when he was younger.

My mom needs to touch anything or anyone she wants to levitate, just like I need to do with who or what I want to make invisible. Since she was probably one of the first people to develop a Quirk our guess has always been that the main genetic code behind it is actually the touching part, not the actual effect.

He made a brief pause. Then...

But who knows? Maybe I'm adopted, he finished with, lightly shrugging.

With that conversation over, Ryuusei took Yoruhi's cue and lead him upstairs. He was trying his best to not make his best friend suspicious, but there were subtle things that HE wasn't able to totally control... being in bed for almost more than a month does that to your body. His legs were weak, so walking up the stairs was slower than usual and he couldn't stop himself from trying to discretly support his left hand on the wall in order to guide him and give him a little bit of extra strength.

Reaching the upper floor, his breathing was heavier than usual.

So, yeah, this is the second floor. My room is over there, he pointed to the left and began walking in that direction.

Here, the house kept the same traditional vibe, but with some additions. Instead of paitings, the walls had many family photos: Ryuusei, Yasu, Hiroko and Minato across many points in time. Not only this, but this second floor was squared and its middle opened almost like it was a balcony, which allowed one to look at the inner garden that was at the center of the mansion and accessible through the first floor.

Expecting Yoru to be right behind him, Ryuusei opened the door to his room. Like the rest of the house, it was... well, it was quite big. Enough for it to have a classical piano, three huge bookshelves that could very well be at a library, a study desk with his computer and games and his bed, which was more of a mattress at the floor level. Even with all of this (and some more) both Ryuusei and Yoruhi still had enough room to freely walk inside in any way they desired.

However, Ryuusei immediately went for the chair that was in front of his desk. He needed to sit down, otherwise his legs would surely give out. He did it as naturally as possible, trying to also shift Yoru's attention from his body to other things.

I was going to ask you before: what about you? What have you been doing? It seems like forever since I last saw you.

Grabbing a little ball he had on his desk, he threw it in Yoru's direction for him to grab.

At that time, one thought didn't even cross his mind:

Was all of his medication still near his bed?

Notes: I MISSED THREADS WITH YORU
Words: 801.
Tags: Yoruhi Honookaen

You don't need a dream or even a tomorrow
Just live

Ryuusei did not even protest earlier when Yoruhi decided that pressing his fist against the boy's head was a good move. Hell, he didn't even say anything about his own family being called weird - it was obviously a joke, but regularly Ryuu would joke back just in order to keep the banter going on. Instead, he just smiled or casually laughed at his best friend attitudes. Part of it because it wasn't Ryuu's style to be vocal when meeting someone after a long time... another part was because of how low his amount of energy was at the time. Low energy and the pain that was starting to kick in: the consequences of not taking the medicine on the night before were, slowly, beginnign to show.

Once inside his bedroom, however, the conversation was another one.

If you call me that again I'll literally kill you in your sleep.

A cold voice and a dead serious tone. There's some things that even physical pain cannot stop one from protesting loud and clear. For anyone else, this would've sounded like a serious threat... to Yoruhi it would probably be the most hilarious thing he had heard all week.

It was funny seeing his best friend analyzing the room so thoroughly. It was like seeing a curious cat suspecting of his new home... even if Yoru had a personality more fitting of a dog: loyal and naively cute. It was funny: the duo really was able to interchange their personalities in different scenarios. Maybe that's why they got along so well.

I'll race you in a few days - that was a way too positive estimation - Afterall, I'm the best parkou...est? Parkou...rer? What do you guys even call yourselves?

He catched the ball as Yoru threw it with some force, probably in response to Ryuusei's silly question of what the hell one calls someone who does parkour. But then his best friend mentioned Daichi and that... that sparked interest.

Daichi... Ryuu repeated to himself.

Ryuusei never asked about that, about the little run-in. Mostly due to how it ended, of course, but it still left him curious. The talks of gangs, Yoru's past... Thinking about it, it wasn't something that Yoruhi mentioned at any time. Ryuu spoke nothing of it because the timing wasn't right...

... Oh, and also because the conversation was about to take a seriously bad turn.

Shit, he could only say between his teeth as he realized what Yoruhi was grabbing from the little table near the bed. Not only that, he was being funny in a creepy way about it.

So that's how it feels to hang out with me, huh?, Ryuu could only think.

He had to react to quickly, so quickly he got up from the chair. Bad idea. He immediately felt the pain on his abdomen from that horror-movie like scar that was slowly healing, a pain strong enough to make him lean forward and lose his step for a brief moment. How fast could things get out of hand...

Yeah, of course - he replied while getting back his posture, breathing heavy despite trying to cover for it - Playing the piano, training with my father, helping my mom here at home... Like you said: the "usual".

He was now right in front of Yoruhi. One hand on his shoulder, the other on the bottle he was holding. Ryuusei couldn't even notice how shaky his own fingers were from how numb he felt.

That was just for a... for a stomach ache I had a few days ago, just... still feeling some of the effects. No need to look at me like that.

He smiled. A sad smile. He never had any problem with lying, but doing it to Yoruhi... Damn, it sucked. Especially since, knowing him, there was no way that Ryuu was leaving that room without telling him what exactly had happened.

Notes: Yikes.
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Tags: Yoruhi Honookaen