Maxine Fujiwara (OC)
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“C'mon,” Maxine started, grabbing a spiky hair clip from the floor and pinning a stray lock of Hajime’s hair behind his ear. “Let me add a little extra edge.”
She reached for a thin chain necklace with a small padlock pendant and fastened it around Hajime’s neck, then slipped a leather cuff with silver studs onto his wrist. He flexed his fingers, adjusting to the sensation.
“I feel like a whore,” Hajime joked, his voice low but light.
Maxine laughed, a sound both sharp and warm. “Exactly. The scene calls for that cosmic darkness.”
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- Part 30 of Mind, Flesh, Myth
- Part 13 of fics in my headphones
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“Hey– What?–” she started, voice dry, hoarse. “What happened? Fumi–”
“He’s dead,” Fumiko gasped.
Maxine’s stomach dropped so violently it felt like vertigo.
But before she could even ask who, Fumiko’s next words tore the floor out from under her.
“It’s… It’s really over this time. Lykar– He’s– He’s gone.”
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- Part 28 of Mind, Flesh, Myth
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“I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. Years, maybe. Or– maybe I didn’t have the words for it before. But I knew. I just… knew I wasn’t who they thought I was.”
Fumiko’s expression didn’t shift, not in any sharp way. Her eyes stayed warm.
“And who are you?”
She hesitated.
It was terrifying. The words sat in her chest like glass. Sharp edges, dangerous curves. Once spoken, they couldn’t be unsaid.
“I think…” she started. Her voice cracked, and she hated it. She forced it steady. “I think I’m a girl.”
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- Part 13 of Mind, Flesh, Myth
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"Ci penso da un po'. Da anni, forse. O– forse prima non avevo le parole. Ma lo sapevo. Sapevo solo… che non ero chi loro pensavano che fossi."
L’espressione di Fumiko non cambiò in modo evidente. I suoi occhi restarono caldi.
"Allora chi sei?"
Maxine esitò.
Le faceva paura. Quelle parole le pesavano nel petto come vetro. Spigoli affilati, curve pericolose. Una volta dette, non si potevano più ritirare.
"Credo…" cominciò. La voce le si spezzò, e lo odiò. Si costrinse a rimanere ferma. "Credo di essere una ragazza."
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Gisei shifted.
At first, Hajime thought he was just readjusting, maybe reaching for his water bottle or checking his phone. But instead, Gisei made a soft, barely audible sigh — something between exhaustion and surrender — and tilted sideways, resting his head gently on Hajime’s shoulder.
The contact was casual. Effortless. Like Gisei had done it a hundred times, or like he'd stopped thinking and let instinct guide him.
But for Hajime, it was anything but routine.
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- Part 21 of Mind, Flesh, Myth
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“You’re three hours early,” Gisei said, brows lifting.
“I know,” she answered quickly, eyes sharp and tired. Her voice had that clipped, no-room-for-questions quality it took on when she was ten steps ahead of everyone. “Train got rerouted. I don’t have time to explain. He knows you. You’re Gisei. He’s met Hajime.”
Dominic looked up at him with those uncanny, wide-set eyes, still as moonlight. In one hand, he clutched a soft rabbit that had clearly seen better days — ears half-chewed, stuffing at the seam. His other hand clung to Maxine’s sleeve like it was the last stable thing in the world.
“Dom,” Maxine crouched beside him and spoke softly. “You’re going to stay with Gisei and Hajime for a little while. Just a few days, okay? They’ll take care of you.”
When Maxine has to leave for a few days, Hajime and Gisei end up taking care of her quiet little boy — and somehow, everything begins to shift.
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- Part 25 of Mind, Flesh, Myth