kuru x miku
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Yall be loving on Jane remover and Lucy bedroque a tad too hard. Where’s the love for my swasian king kuru
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Hey, so I was reading up on Kuru… A prion disease caused by cannibalism, specifically the brain.
The term kúru means “trembling” and comes from the Fore word kuria or guria (“to shake”). It is also known as “laughing sickness” due to abnormal bursts of laughter which occur.
You know what that reminds me of? The SMILE fruits. It’s not the same, I know. It’s a passing resemblance. But it still made me think of it.
SMILE fruits are made with SAD (chemical substance created by mixing the extracted Lineage Factors of numerous animals together). But who’s to say that the Lineage Factors of humans weren’t also used?
And like okay. Ceasar was experimenting on the kids to make them giants. But! It could’ve been “two birds, one stone” situation. Besides, it’s obvious he would have their DNAs taken at various times just to observe how the experiments are going. So why not use them?
Does it make sense that combining the two (animal + human Lineage Factors) might result in Kuru?
Maybe not…
But maybe… It was human brains that were used.
And there is a 1 in 10 chance of failure for SMILE fruits.
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thinkin bout u - kuru x you (ONESHOT)
hi guys this is again a request for kuru from anon! inspired by thinking about you by frank ocean.
tags: fluff! awkwardness, hes rlly awkward but in a good way, both of u guys r shy, first love, confessions, Jane remover mentioned!, very wholesome! enjoy and lmk if u like this!
wc: 1.4 k (also the writing is kinda silly in this one guys I wrote it on a 4 hour bus ride </3)
you meet him because jane forgets to mention him until he’s already there.
you’re sitting on the floor of her apartment, back against the couch, scrolling through your phone, when the door opens and someone steps in like he’s done this a hundred times. jane doesn’t even look up.
“oh yeah,” she says. “this is kuru.”
he pauses like he wasn’t expecting an introduction. like he thought he could slip in unnoticed.
you look up anyway.
he’s quieter than you thought he’d be. not shy exactly, just careful. his hoodie’s too big, sleeves pulled over his hands, eyes flicking from jane to you and then sticking there a little too long.
“hi,” you say, because no one else is.
“hey,” he says back. his voice cracks on it, barely. he clears his throat and tries again. “what’s up.”
jane finally looks between you two and smiles. “you guys already know each other now. congrats.”
she disappears into the kitchen, leaving you with him. you hate that you notice how close he sits. you hate that you don’t move away.
“so,” he says. “you’re the friend.”
“guess so.”
he smiles at that.
conversation doesn’t flow so much as trip forward. where you’re from. how you know jane. what you’re listening to lately. every answer feels like it lasts half a second too long. at some point he leans back on his hands and says, “you’re quieter than i expected.”
you blink. “you had expectations?”
he shrugs. “jane talks a lot.”
“yeah,” you say. “that tracks.”
he laughs. you didn’t say it to be funny, but he laughs anyway. you file that away.
later, jane puts music on. kuru sits closer now, shoulder almost touching yours. when your phone buzzes with a notification, he glances down without meaning to.
“sorry,” he says immediately. “didn’t mean to—”
“it’s fine.”
you don’t move your phone. he doesn’t look again.
he asks what you do. you ask about his music. he gets weird about it, like he’s bracing for judgment.
“you don’t have to play anything,” you say, before he can offer.
he looks at you. “i kinda want to.”
he plays a track off his phone, volume low, like it’s a secret. he watches your face the whole time, pretending he isn’t. you don’t say anything until it ends.
“i like it,” you say. honest. simple.
he exhales. like he’d been holding something in. “yeah?”
“yeah.”
jane comes back and immediately clocks the vibe. you can tell by the way she smirks.
“wow,” she says. “you two look serious.”
you both say “wha?t” at the same time.
later, when you’re putting your shoes on, kuru hovers nearby like he’s deciding something. jane goes to the bathroom. the apartment feels too quiet.
“hey,” he says. “can i—”
you look up.
“can i get your number?” he asks, fast, like if he doesn’t say it now he won’t say it at all. “no pressure. like. totally fine if not.”
you smile despite yourself. “yeah. that’s fine.”
he hands you his phone. your fingers brush.
when you leave, he walks you to the door.
“see you around,” he says.
you nod. “yeah. see you.”
you don’t know yet that you will. a lot.
and when jane texts you five minutes later with a single message —
he likes you btw
—you don’t answer. you just stare at the screen and smile like an idiot.
you don’t text him first.
you think about it. you open the app. you close it.
he texts you anyway.
kuru: jane says hi
you: tell her she left her charger here
kuru: she does that on purpose
you: yeah
kuru: she asked if i got your number
you: did you
kuru: obviously
you smile at your phone like you’re embarrassing.
after that, it’s little things.
he sends you songs at 1:12 am with no context. you listen to them barely conscious, thumb hovering over the screen, trying to think of something smart to say and failing.
you: this is nice
kuru: yeah
kuru: thought you’d like it
jane keeps inviting both of you to the same places and then mysteriously disappearing. coffee runs where she suddenly “forgets something in the car.” studio nights where she leaves you alone in the room with him.
you sit next to him on the couch.
“you always do that,” he says once.
“do what.”
“look at the floor when you’re nervous.”
you freeze. “i’m not nervous.”
he smiles. “okay.”
another time, he tells you a story and stops halfway through.
“what,” you say. “finish it.”
he shrugs. “forgot where i was going.”
you wait. he doesn’t continue.
“you’re lying.”
he laughs. “maybe.”
one night, jane leaves early. on purpose. again. you walk out together, cold air hitting your face. neither of you says goodbye right away.
you stand there. awkward. hands shoved in pockets.
“so,” he says. “you got home safe last time?”
you nod. “yeah.”
“good.”
The silence comes back again.
he shifts his weight. “i’m bad at this.”
“at what?”
“talking to people i like.”
your heart trips.
“oh,” you say, stupidly.
he looks at you then. unsure. like he’s about to bolt.
“i didn’t mean,” he starts. stops. runs a hand through his hair. “i just. i like you. i think i have for a bit. and i didn’t wanna make it weird.”
you laugh quietly.
“you already did,” you say.
he winces. “sorry.”
“it’s okay,” you say. “i like you too.”
he blinks. once. twice.
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
he smiles like he’s trying not to. fails. steps a little closer.
“can i,” he says, then stops himself. “nevermind.”
you take the step instead. not a kiss. just close enough, your shoulder brushing his.
“you can,” you say.
he exhales. laughs under his breath. “cool.”
it’s not a big deal, just the two of you standing there, smiling too much as he leans into kiss you.
and later, when jane texts you—
i knew it
—you finally answer.
you: shut up.
it happens on accident. kind of.
you’re back at jane’s place again.. jane’s asleep in her room this time, door shut, finally giving up on pretending she isn’t orchestrating this.
you and kuru sit on opposite ends of the couch at first. then closer. then not really keeping track anymore.
he’s showing you something on his phone, a beat he’s been messing with. you lean in to listen better and your shoulder presses into his arm. neither of you moves away.
“sorry,” you say automatically.
he shakes his head. “don’t be.”
you stay like that. his arm warm against yours.
the song ends. neither of you reaches to stop it.
it s silent again.
“can i ask you something?” he says.
“yeah.”
he hesitates. you can see it all over his face. the second guessing. the overthinking.
“do you think about this?” he asks, carefully. “or is it just me.”
you don’t pretend not to understand.
“i do,” you say. “a lot.”
he swallows. nods like he’s absorbing it. like he needs a second to believe you.
“okay,” he says. then quieter, “good.”
he turns toward you fully now. your knees touch. it feels deliberate, his eyes flick to your mouth and back up like he doesn’t want to get caught.
neither of you leans in right away.
“i don’t wanna mess this up,” he says.
you smile. “me neither.”
another pause. then he laughs, nervous. “we’re kinda bad at this.”
“yeah,” you say. “but i think that’s the point.”
that’s when he does it. slow. giving you time to pull away if you want to. you don’t.
the kiss is nice. almost tentative. li his hand brushes your sleeve, not quite brave enough to grab on.
it doesn’t last long. just enough to leave you both a little stunned.
he pulls back first. eyes wide open.
“sorry,” he says again, reflex.
you laugh quietly and lean back in, just enough to brush your nose against his.
“don’t be,” you say.
this one’s better, still gentle. his hand settles at your waist like it finally knows where it belongs.
when you pull apart, you rest your forehead against his, breathing the same air.
“so,” he says. “that happened.”
“yeah.”
he smiles.
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I Thiiinkkkk this is my final kuru design tbh i might fuck it up skmetimes though. i think she has one leg that just hangs limp in the mass and it has a cool boot on it
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I love the way sketches look when you just make them.
Ooo Kuru meeting their youngest sibling ooo
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GOD NOT LOVI IT IS SO HIM Ι GOTTA SAY, lovi is doing too much for me idk how to explain it but he sounds so cute. HEAR ME OUT ON WICK https://x.com/wickluvsu/status/1999874228724883709?s=61
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ι need sub kuru so bad guys who’s seen the tweet where he says that he misses someone’s armpit, ι just KNOW he α freak damn
