Nem sempre os fantasmas do passado nos deixam em paz... e, as vezes, você acaba vivendo com eles para sempre...

Un mail, et Gôtô se sent étrangement mal. Toute cette folie avait cessé, mais il continuait à prendre des risques inconsidérés, guidé par son "sens de la justice"... Il ne comprenait vraiment rien, ce Flamenco. OS.

Masayoshi stared at Gotou, and then parroted his words right back at him. "But Gotou-san," he said. "There haven't been WOLVES in Japan for a hundred years..."

So when Gotou opened his eyes to an unfamiliar sky, pain throbbing through his temples and his limbs feeling slightly heavier than normal, the only thing that came immediately to mind was: goddammit, Masayoshi. [MMO AU/NaNoWriMo 2015]

"I don't have much to entertain with," Hidezaemon warned. "You'd get better fare at the local inn." He looked around the hovel, tiny and dirty, with straw pallets to sleep on and not much else. "Better accommodations, too." [Edo!Era AU, based on the manga.]

How long does it take, to get to a thousand?

He hesitated a moment as Gotou hung his jacket on the peg. "'Them?" he repeated, running through all the possible scenarios and alighting upon kittens. "What have I told you about picking up strays ?"

A lot can happen, in a year.

Masayoshi stood up and tugged on the bottom of his suit coat, setting it back properly on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I'm ready."

drabble - masayoshi/goto

Masayoshi and Mari go off to look for Goto.

Goto Hidenori es el profesor sustituto de la clase de Masayoshi Hazama, además de un amigo de su abuelo desde hace años. Se suponía que el joven rubio tenía que quedarse en casa de Kuroki Anji, pero por azares del destino acaba pasando la noche en casa de su profesor sustituto. Además, estos molestos sentimientos no le dejan de incordiar. ¿Acaso a él... Goto-San le...?

Once again Princess Mari throws a tantrum over her brother's relationship with Sir Gotou. Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Siblings.

Maybe it would be better if Masayoshi ran now, now that he knew what Gotou really was, before anything more could grow between them….

"There haven't been wolves in Japan for a hundred years," Gotou said, rolling his eyes, chin in his hand and elbow on the booth's table.

Masayoshi, como todas las noches, invita a Goto a su hogar. Pero esta vez será diferente porque por fin obtendrá su respuesta. Samurai Flamenco/サムライフラメンコ (GotoYoshi)

An introspective look at what the phone call could've been like in episode 14

It is important, so he waits.

Goto's perspective during the events of Episode 18: Flamenco in Space.

Masayoshi didn't seem to notice the near misses. He would laugh, costume torn or singed, holding the scuffed helmet in his hand and rubbing his head sheepishly as if that would make everything okay, as if that would make the cold knot of worry unclench from his lungs and allow him to breathe freely again.

They could have both slept in the bed, Gotou had said, but Masayoshi wouldn't.

Gotou emerged from the bathroom just in time to see Masayoshi accidentally spray himself in the face with the canister of whipped cream.

"You know, I was kicking myself for two days when I told you you could pick out my costume."

It wasn't breaking and entering if she had a key.

"Soooooo," Masayoshi drew the word out, and rocked on his heels. "You remember how you told me if I'm gonna get tied up so often I should learn how to get out of things on my own, right?"