Imma goin' southern for a moment. 'Yall r a bunch ov ungrateful sunz of bietachez.

LET'S FINISH THIS UP, GUYS! THIS AS AN EPILOGUE. IT'S ALMOST LIKE AN EPICLOGUE.

I'll listening to Boku no Hero Academia S1 OP in the background. This is going to be hard to write and not sing. Plus it's hard to listen and write at the same time, I literally rewrote four words already, five.


Cliche epilogue

Yuuri's house (a week later after they got back from the other world)

"KKYYAAAAAAAA!" A loud feminine scream sounded through the onsen vacation spot/house.

Otabek leaned half of his apron clad body out of the kitchen and into the tatami mat hallway as Viktor and Christophe stopped cutting the carrots for stew at the kitchen counter.

"Was that Yuuri?" Otabek asked, looking back at the two other harem members.

Viktor shook his head, "No, that was Yurio. Definitely."

Otabek gained a pink blush on his cheeks. "Haha!" Otabek croaked. "That's great!"

"OHMYGODWHATTHEHELLISTHAT!?"

Viktor grabbed Christophe's butcher knife from his hand and dual wielded them as he pushed Otabek out of the door to the hallway.

Christophe shook himself out of shock and muttered a, "Come on!" to Otabek in the frilly pink apron.

Viktor barreled through the hallway to Yuuri's room, where he heard the scream.

"YURIO!" Viktor yelled as he closed in on the heavyset door. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY KATSUDON'S ROOM?!"

There was no response except for the continuing screams in the room.

Viktor kicked the door down with his right foot as he readied his knives in his hands.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Viktor threatened.

Phichit front flipped over Viktor's head into Yuuri's room.

Phichit adorned a yellow jumpsuit, red rubber gloves and boots, and white cape. He also had a normal black belt around his waist.

"I'LL SAVE YOU, YUURI!" Phichit yelled as he struggled to get off the ground.

Yuuri looked painfully at two who had just stepped (forced/thrown themselves) into the room. Yuuri was trembling as he stood on his nightstand with Yurio holding his waist, staring underneath the bed like there was a monster under it and that the floor was lava.

"THERE WAS A FUCKING COCKROACH ALRIGHT!?" Yurio explained in a fervent, fearful, and embarrassed voice.

Otabek and Christophe stomped down the hallway down to Yuuri's room.

"A cockroach?" Otabek questioned.

"A COCKroach?" Christophe emphasized the 'cock' part with a deep, red, and lusty face.

Phichit got into a cliche kung-fu position and got ready to chop the bed in half.

Yuuri and Yurio turned their bodies on top of the nightstand and watched Phichit closely.

Viktor furrowed his eyebrows but did nothing otherwise.

Phichit closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before he yelled, "HAAAAAAAAAA!" and brought his flexed hand down onto the bed.

It snapped in half.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Yuuri screamed.

Viktor, Otabek, and Christophe in the doorway just looked on in awe.

"If only Yuuri did that to me…" Christophe said underneath his breath.

Phichit brought his hand back to his chest and he smiled to his phone camera that he just brought out.

"A pic, everyone!" Phichit exclaimed.

A picture was taken of the event. It was the ending of their crack story.

Phichit was in the middle of the photo with his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

Yurio had an enraged look on his face with a 'tch' mark on his forehead above his left eyebrow.

Viktor had no threatening look on his face as he now smiled at the camera with the butcher knives at his sides.

Christophe mimicked Phichit's expression except he had a sexyer version of it.

Otabek held his hand out in a wave as he had a grin on his face.

And Yuuri had a loving smile on his face as he looked at the camera with cross eyes.

Phichit posted the photo and looked at its reviews.

9 reviews

26 favorites

30 followers

2,798 views.

"I enjoyed this," They all said.

Cliche est fin


Good luck on your future journey, my friends. I hope you have many wonderful lives in front of you. Thank you all.

I needn't say any more.