And Without You

[what_the_factor]

Who: AU!Sanae Hanekoma lovemesomebeans and AU!Sho Minamimoto what_the_factor
When: Some generic time in November. Winter is beginning. Perfect time for some coffee.
Rating: UH. R, just in case, because Sho is crazy
Warnings: Crazy Sho is very crazy. Except vulgar language, maybe gore, maybe sexually explicit content.
Summary: Based situationally if Sho and Hanekoma met(again) in

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[lovemesomebeans]

It had been a difficult decision to come here- to leave the streets of Shibuya. But the phonecall from his fanboy, and the news of this so-called abusive situation that his charge was in had been too much for the barista to handle. Joshua was as good as his son- maybe more than that. A son and a friend, and after his sweet mother had passed away, Sanae had taken him in fully. He had never liked Joshua's father much, and even now had decided to do what he could to let the boy make something of himself

[what_the_factor]

"It's a...tribute," he answered, still caught up somewhat in his work before turning his head to look at whoever it had who had asked.

Shit. He was not expecting to see Mr. H again. He had worked so hard to avoid the Wildkat, worked so hard not to see him. Sho knew that if anyone would be genuinely disappointed in the things he had done, it would be Mr. H and he didn't want to live with that guilt. And now here he was, watching him make--dammit, of all things--a sculpture that would represent Yoshiya, in his own twisted and morbid style.

Hoping that Mr. H hadn't already recognized him, he decided to go with the way of pretending not to know him. "What do you want, old man?" Sho asked, frowning.

[lovemesomebeans]

Was he wrong? That was unlikely. Sanae Hanekoma was rarely if ever wrong, and the moment of bemused confusion showed on his face. Maybe he really was just getting too old for all of this.

"Huh. I'm yer new art instructor. Mr. Sanae Hanekoma." He said his own name clearly, as though hoping to jumpstart the disgruntled teenager's memory. Maybe he just didn't remember him. That was fair to assume as well.

[what_the_factor]

"I'm in the art club, but I don't have time to take the class, so logically, you aren't my instructor," the teen said, turning back to his work. He picked up the earmuffs on the table and put them on, then grabbed a piece of metal and started hammering it out of the shape it was into a flat one, to hide the shaking in his hands. Sho accidentally hit his thumb in the process, but simply swore numbers and kept on going.

The scene was somewhat similar. When Sho had first met Hanekoma, he had rudely asked what he wanted, and the tried to ignore him by returning to his math homework, writing quickly so the shaking in his nervous hands was less noticable.