Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no ace tags: possible body horror?? a blob-monster transformation, essentially wordcount: 533 witch au
Kazuya has always known that he takes a risk, playing with spells out of the backs of the ancient tomes he digs up in libraries. Usually, though, when a spell goes wrong, it means something catches on fire, or somebody’s ears turn blue for a week. Things that are embarrassing, even potentially dangerous, he can handle in the name of experimentation and progress. This… not so much.
He walks—can he call it walking?—over to his mirror, leaving the book on the floor behind him. His legs are… gone, sort of, blended together into some strange, viscous blob, along with most of his torso. He seems to still have skin, at least, although it’s green and slimily wet, and his arms have shrunken, the bones seemingly gone, hanging limply at his sides and waving strangely when he tries to move them. He’s pretty sure he doesn't actually want to know what his head looks like, considering the odd, greenish cast and warped perspective that his vision seems to have taken on, but he has to find out eventually, so he wriggles his way in front of the mirror, closing his eyes and breathing deeply before he looks.
It’s bad.
His head is mostly gone, melted into his shoulders the same way his lower body seems to have collapsed into some sort of strange muscle-skirt, propelling him without any real definition or structure. He has big eyes, nearly all pupil, lined with a ring of yellow, and his mouth is nothing but a slit across the lower portion of his head-area. He’s maybe two and a half feet tall, all told, more misshapen blob than human. Cruelly, his glasses are still on his face.
He goes to make a noise, some sound of dismay, but it comes out louder than he had intended, a strange, unearthly, echoing croak. He shuts up.
In his mind, this—transformation, whatever it would be called—should be punishment enough, but apparently some force in the universe disagrees with him, because the door to his room opens, and he watches in the mirror as Furuya’s head comes poking through.
“Miyuki-senpai? I heard—oh.” Kazuya sighs, or tries to, as Furuya steps into the room, closing the door discreetly behind himself. At least it hadn't been Sawamura, Kazuya thinks, picturing the commotion the other witch would have set off.
“Miyuki-senpai?” Furuya asks again, coming towards him and kneeling down a few feet away. “Can you understand me, Miyuki-senpai?” Kazuya lets out another of the strange, eerie noises, and Furuya looks decidedly relieved.
“Did a spell go wrong…?”
This time, Kazuya tries for sarcasm, although he’s not sure it comes across in the weird, low wail he emits.
“Okay. Well, um… we’ll figure it out. It’ll—it’ll be okay, Miyuki-senpai. I’ll help you.” It’s all very earnest, and Kazuya can't help thinking that Furuya trying to be comforting is pretty cute, even if it did take a drastic blob-monster transformation to inspire it. Reaching out, Furuya only hesitates for an instant before patting Kazuya’s head-area, stroking him gently when Kazuya doesn't protest.
“You know, you’re still kind of cute like this,” Furuya tells him after a pause. Kazuya wails again.
Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, G
tags: possible body horror?? a blob-monster transformation, essentially
wordcount: 533
witch au
Kazuya has always known that he takes a risk, playing with spells out of the backs of the ancient tomes he digs up in libraries. Usually, though, when a spell goes wrong, it means something catches on fire, or somebody’s ears turn blue for a week. Things that are embarrassing, even potentially dangerous, he can handle in the name of experimentation and progress. This… not so much.
He walks—can he call it walking?—over to his mirror, leaving the book on the floor behind him. His legs are… gone, sort of, blended together into some strange, viscous blob, along with most of his torso. He seems to still have skin, at least, although it’s green and slimily wet, and his arms have shrunken, the bones seemingly gone, hanging limply at his sides and waving strangely when he tries to move them. He’s pretty sure he doesn't actually want to know what his head looks like, considering the odd, greenish cast and warped perspective that his vision seems to have taken on, but he has to find out eventually, so he wriggles his way in front of the mirror, closing his eyes and breathing deeply before he looks.
It’s bad.
His head is mostly gone, melted into his shoulders the same way his lower body seems to have collapsed into some sort of strange muscle-skirt, propelling him without any real definition or structure. He has big eyes, nearly all pupil, lined with a ring of yellow, and his mouth is nothing but a slit across the lower portion of his head-area. He’s maybe two and a half feet tall, all told, more misshapen blob than human. Cruelly, his glasses are still on his face.
He goes to make a noise, some sound of dismay, but it comes out louder than he had intended, a strange, unearthly, echoing croak. He shuts up.
In his mind, this—transformation, whatever it would be called—should be punishment enough, but apparently some force in the universe disagrees with him, because the door to his room opens, and he watches in the mirror as Furuya’s head comes poking through.
“Miyuki-senpai? I heard—oh.” Kazuya sighs, or tries to, as Furuya steps into the room, closing the door discreetly behind himself. At least it hadn't been Sawamura, Kazuya thinks, picturing the commotion the other witch would have set off.
“Miyuki-senpai?” Furuya asks again, coming towards him and kneeling down a few feet away. “Can you understand me, Miyuki-senpai?” Kazuya lets out another of the strange, eerie noises, and Furuya looks decidedly relieved.
“Did a spell go wrong…?”
This time, Kazuya tries for sarcasm, although he’s not sure it comes across in the weird, low wail he emits.
“Okay. Well, um… we’ll figure it out. It’ll—it’ll be okay, Miyuki-senpai. I’ll help you.” It’s all very earnest, and Kazuya can't help thinking that Furuya trying to be comforting is pretty cute, even if it did take a drastic blob-monster transformation to inspire it. Reaching out, Furuya only hesitates for an instant before patting Kazuya’s head-area, stroking him gently when Kazuya doesn't protest.
“You know, you’re still kind of cute like this,” Furuya tells him after a pause. Kazuya wails again.