Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12876438. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100 Relationship: Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka Character: Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Reigen_Arataka Additional Tags: ageswap, Blackmail, Manipulation, Contracts, Misuse_of_Psychic_Powers, predatory_shigeo, Technical_Prostitution, even_more_delicious_filth_to come Series: Part 2 of Me_and_Mr._Wolf Stats: Published: 2017-12-01 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2106 ****** Dog Bites Boy ****** by cliscia Summary //As you're pretty, so be wise, wolves may lurk in every guise// Reigen takes Mob up on his offer. It's not like he has a choice, anyway. Sequel to me and mr wolf that has spiraled out of control just like Reigen's life. Notes Written as a direct sequel to me and mr wolf by ayane (dividedheart). I cannot thank her enough for the brilliant, devious world she created for poor baby Reigen. A single fic has now turned into a twisted and complex AU that neither of us can stop, it is completely out of our hands at this point. My take on the AU differs just slightly but the timeline remains the same. Picks up 2 weeks after the end of me and mr wolf. Also shout-out to all of my film studies pals who caught the title reference. Enjoy. See the end of the work for more notes Lead snapping, papers rustling. Tap tap tap  Teacher droning, students zoning.  Tap tap tap  Clock ticking, chairs scraping. The world passing by.  Tap tap tap  Tap tap tap tap  Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap  The sole of his sneakers bounced furiously against the linoleum floor. His desk rattled with the rhythmic disturbance. Watchful eyes dart to the hour hand of the clock.  Tick tick……..tick  Painfully slow. Sweat began to build at the back of his neck, seeping into the warm black cotton of his gakuran. His eyes darted from the clock to the door, itching, waiting to be released. Short nails dug into the wood of his small table, gripping so hard that the desk itself felt as if it could splinter under the weight of his anxiety alone.  Ding! Floodgates: open.  Teacher yells and students chatter. Listen up, important news, don’t leave just yet. In one ear and out the other. A mad dash for the doors, ready for the freedom of lunch.  Reigen leaves first. His body is out the door before his peers can even begin to pack their bags. His heart pounds heavy in his chest as he makes his way briskly down the hall to the bathroom, careful not to rush. Don’t want to bring attention. Don’t look, nobody look. Stay away. Isolation.  The metal handle hits the wall with a harsh clang as he slams the door open, rushing to the sink. A sharp heave of his stomach and he spits up clear and empty bile into the basin, his blunt, short fingernails struggling to keep hold of the slippery porcelain, wishing for wood. Reigen coughs and bits of spit and stomach acid drip from his mouth into the white bowl. Small beads of sweat form on his forehead as he looks up to his reflection.  He doesn’t recognize the eyes looking back at him.  He squeezes his eyes and shudders, hunching over the sink, careful to make sure that there is no more sickness to expel before straightening and grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser. It tears out easily and he sighs, wiping his mouth and balling the paper up before tossing it in the trash. He repeats the process, this time wetting the paper before scrubbing his face with the wet rag before disposal. It hits the rim of the bin and he leaves it there on the ground, waiting to be swept away.  I want you.  The urge to be sick resurfaces but Reigen stuffs it back down. He knows there’s nothing left to vomit up but still feels guilty as his throat faintly stings from the now-accustomed sensation of acid burning through. God. What’s happened to him. The world itself feels unfamiliar. Navigation used to be easy, now he questions every move he used to make without thought. A sailor without a map. No compass, sinking ship.  Reigen turns on the tap and cups his hands, watching his palms fill with water before lifting them to splash his face. Little droplets coagulate and fall from his flaxen hair, making small trails down his nose and chin. He shakes his head, wetting the mirror, and breathes deep and long, gathering the courage to make eye contact with his reflection.  There are dark circles under his eyes and his skin is splotchy, paler than he’s used to seeing. Sleep has been hard to come by and has seemed to be happening at the worst of times. He’s lucky if he can manage a few minutes in class without his teachers snapping him back to attention, the sound of laughter from his classmates like individual pinpricks on his skin. He can’t stand their eyes on him. He’s sure they can see right through him. They know, they know. Murmurs drift from under the bathroom door and Reigen forces himself to regain his composure as a pair of underclassmen enter. They pay him no mind and he is grateful for their indifference as they chatter together at the urinals. He slips out the door without a word and steels himself, anticipating the outside world.  The lunchroom is filled to the brim with youthful bodies and minds as his classmates socialize over their food. A setting so familiar to him has now become alien. This used to be his domain; the realm of conversation.  Reigen slides in silently behind the back of the line where students wait eagerly for their meal, staring at where the white rubber of his sneakers blends into the ground. He has enough pocket money to buy lunch today instead of stealing bites off of his friends’ plates. Another thing he is grateful for. He’ll take any relief he can get these days.  “Arataka! Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, are you still alive? Do you want to hang out with us after school? We’re thinking about going to the arcade.” Reigen smiles, a laugh. Armor.  “Sorry guys, I’ve just been super sick lately. I’ll catch up with you next week, alright? I don’t want to get anyone else sick, it really sucks. I have some homework to catch up on anyway so I’ll see you around.”  Quarantine.  He sits by himself and stares dully down at the plate in front of him. The food that rest there churns his stomach. Still, he forces himself to take slow and careful bites of rice, keeping clear of the curry, already knowing he won’t be able to keep it down. Chewing takes a concentrated effort and he opens his bag to take out his English textbook. Perhaps a distraction will help. Reigen had always enjoyed English.  They’re learning about intensive pronouns now and he feels a bit lost but welcomes the challenge, flipping through the pages and trying not to drop anything onto his book as he eats with his left hand. He’s about three chapters ahead of the class now, the work keeping him busy and occupied, drawing upon his talents of debate and communication, focusing on whatever could tame his mind from wandering into dangerous, dark territory.  There’s a written response section and Reigen sets his chopsticks down to reach into his bag before he pauses.  “......Arataka-san....”  Frozen, cold as ice.  His ears perk and his blood runs cold as he narrows in on the words he’d thought he’d heard. There’s a table of girls sitting next to him and they giggle as he looks their way.  “Do you think he heard us?” They ask, lips hidden behind secretive hands veiling red cheeks and bashful eyes.  A rush of emotions immediately assaults him, drowning out his rational mind and making his ears ring with anger and blind hysteria fueled by creeping paranoia.  Stop looking at me! “Shut up!” He screams, slamming his hands to the table as he leaps up, milk spilling over his textbook with the force of his dismay.  The girls immediately freeze and look back at him with wide eyes, fear on their faces. He hates it. It makes him angrier. He wants to cry. He throws his textbook and lunges.  “Shut up! Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything, shut up!!”  Everything after that is a blur. He remembers the girls screaming and his friends jumping to his aid, restraining him before the teachers arrived at the scene, but nothing else afterwards, mind completely blank. “Yui just thought you were cute, what’s gotten into you lately?”  Detention.   ===============================================================================   The strap of his bookbag digs into his shoulder and Reigen shifts it to the other side, watching pebbles launch and bounce away from his feet as he scuffs his dirty white sneakers against the sidewalk. He sniffs and rubs the back of his hand against his nose, feeling positively sorry for himself, not used to walking home this late.  This time, he’d fucked up on his own, and he knew it. He wondered briefly if his mother would be angry with him. A part of him secretly wished she would, but he knew that she’d be too tired to deal with her unruly son. Well, at least that was normal. He wouldn’t tell her about the girls unless he had to. Better to tweak the truth than cause unnecessary worry. Funny. Reigen looked to the sky, gray with autumn gloom. Would Mom be home tonight? It was a Wednesday so she might be at work. What would he make for dinner? If she wasn’t home, he wouldn’t have to worry and could just pull the blankets over himself and go to bed. Otherwise there would be nagging, and he really didn’t want to upset her. She’d already been bothering him about his recent lack of appetite.  The sound of tires against gravel crackled behind him and he turned his head over his shoulder to check the disturbance. A black Mitsubishi droned along the sidewalk edge, passing by the buildings that lined the block. It was strange to see a car so unspoiled in this neighborhood, without a scratch or ding on it. Didn’t seem like whoever owned it got out much. Maybe his mother would bring home dinner, that would be best. Reigen had come to love the food from the restaurant she worked at; even the tempura was good. Hopefully it would be left-over takoyaki instead though. It would be easy enough to scarf down before excusing himself to his room. He wondered if she thought he was studying instead of lying in bed running memories over and over like a film reel in his head before finally falling asleep. Another pang of guilt flitted briefly through his stomach. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling. The steady thrum of crunching gravel grew stronger, snapping Reigen out of his stewing brood. Another turn of his head and he frowned, noting the decreasing distance between himself and the car that had been slowly making its way down the street behind him. It didn’t help his paranoia in the slightest and he tightened his grip on his bookbag, quickening his pace, mind immediately jumping to unwanted thoughts. It’s just in your head he repeated to himself, eyes focused on the sidewalk in front of him, the roof of his apartment complex finally coming into view over the canopy of buildings in front of him. His heartbeat slowed with the relief of familiarity. He was safe, he would be alright, everything was okay everything had been okay it had just been in his head nothing was wrong everything would be okay. The car was drifting next to him. Nothing registered within his mind other than:  Run. His feet pounded as fast as his heartbeat against the sidewalk as he ran, blind terror rushing through his veins and flooding his mind, vision blurry yet incredibly sharp, focused only on his apartment rising up above the rooftops, close enough that he could see his bedroom window.  Panic licked at his heels as he sprinted as fast as he could. In the back of his mind, he realized what a fool he was. This had all been his fault, his stupid decision that had ruined everything, flipped his world upside down. What a joke he must look like now, flying down the street like his life depended on it. He bet he could win the team race all on his own at his school’s sports festival this year if he ran like he did now.  Please, please, please, please  He could see the final block.  And his feet stopped. Hazy calm washed over him and Reigen immediately came to a standstill on the edge of the road. It didn’t matter anymore, really. It was all in his head, right? He didn’t have anything to fear. Suddenly, everything made sense. Peace filled his heart for the first time in two weeks and Reigen distantly realized he was turning. Ah.  Something seemed to be tugging at his sleeves. A faint wind, ushering him, beckoning him closer. He trusted it. The car door opened. The wind wrapped around him, capturing him, guarding him, lulling him inside, and he complied, stepping into the vehicle as the door closed behind him, lock clicking shut. Serene, calm, peaceful, no more worries, no more fear. The seatbelt dug into his shoulder blade as he was pressed firm against the corner of the window and the interior. The fabric of his uniform slid compliantly against leather upholstery as a warm and imposing body pushed him back hard against the seat, a large hand holding his wrist tight as the other cupped his cheek, thumb ghosting across his bottom lip. Hunger in black eyes. “I missed you, Arataka.”   End Notes So excited to finally get writing for MP100, feedback is encouraged as I get to the next chapter~ Look out for ayane's own sequel as well. And please follow me on twitter if you enjoy a fine glass of Mob filth at all hours of the day @cliscia0 Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!