#{Broken Doll: Mika}

[marykaxmuses]

@anomieheld replied to your post “How adorable are you?   Mika is 500%...”:

Ely vc : cute >:3c

"You​'re cuter Ely-chan."​ Pouting boyfriend who wanted to look cool.

[makur0]

No Nut November?

synopsis — they’re drawn into this daring challenge, all hoping to win. but who really has the guts to do so? [various enstars! x gn! reader]

featured characters — kuro kiryu, hiyori tomoe, shu itsuki, mika kagehira, mao isara, izumi sena, niki shiina, madara mikejima, adonis otogari, jun sazanami, tsumugi aoba, rinne amagi (phew a mouthful haha)

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. rough sex, jealous sex, cunnilingus, use of toys, penetration (both reader and character recieving), some hard dom! chara some reader, reversed role, sexual frusturation, teasing, degradation, face sitting, crack in some, fluffy sex in some, all of them being absolute whores (including me lets not lie)

author’s note — CROWD CHEERING IM BACK TO SMUT Y’ALL (tbh i failed the challenge like a week in but never actually opened that up bc... yeah.) and special thanks to all my mutuals for the characters, lol (these skanky-ass whores are kinda... mmm)

word count — 3559

Give it up for Rinne Amagi y’all, for he isn’t trying to win. I swear this man has no intention of going clean for even twenty-four hours, what makes you think he’ll do it for a whole month? In fact, just to piss off all of the contestants he’ll drag you into his room and go feral on you. Good thing Hiyori and Kanata had decided to bunk at a different dorm (they probably saw this coming) or else they would see Rinne fucking you into his mattress, your tear-stained face shoved into the pillows as you moan shamelessly every time he slaps his pelvis against your ass. Calling you dirty names, leaving handprints on your ass, hickies, bruises and even broken skin littering your chest and shoulders. He literally turns you into a dumb stuttering doll as he pulls countless orgasms out of you, soaking his bedsheets underneath you and generally creating a mess. Which he’s honestly aiming for. Riling up all those so-called ‘clean’ people and making them regret their choice for accepting the challenge. It’s in his nature, after all, to stir up chaos.

Oh? You were planning to participate in the challenge too? Well that has him even more hyped up. He’s gonna scramble your mind (and insides) so much that you’ll be so fucking glad that you didn’t take up the offer and instead stayed with him. If he can make you feel this good, why throw it away for such a shitty gamble that you wouldn’t even gain anything from it?

I don’t think it’s quite obvious, but Jun Sazanami would have lost within the first day. He may have a bit more dignity than our favorite redhead, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a horny teenager at heart. Dragged into this mess by Ohii-san and taunted by him, he was really set on winning it, poor man. He only realized his fault as soon as the first day, when he went out with you. Jun really couldn’t help himself as he would constantly steal looks to your body, feeling himself heating up even more than usual due to the challenge itself. (Literally why are you the most horny when you want to become clean?) I feel like he won’t just fold you and start rutting into you like a bitch in heat— well to be honest i want him to do that— but he’ll secretly jerk off away from the prying eyes of his friends, in hope that people wouldn’t notice. Frantically fisting his hard-on, his other hand desperately muffling his moans, as he comes for what seems like the third time that night. Imagining that it was your hand around his cock, pumping his seed out, and your tongue licking up all of his cum. Goddamn- he can’t escape from your hold.

Of course Hiyori finds this out, but Jun isn’t really all that pissed about it... at least he can fuck you now without worrying about this stupid challenge anyways. 

Talking about him, Hiyori Tomoe wouldn’t last either! Definitely hypes himself too much, proclaiming that he will win this challenge easy-peasy. But that’s him talking when he gets pussy/dick almost every night. Even going as far as teasing his friends about it, catcalling them, but soon enough he’ll be eating those words when it hits him that he can’t call you. At least, to call you to meet him at his room again to do their almost-daily quickie. And what?! He can’t even masturbate too??

Somehow he gets through the first week (with him grinding against his sheets softly I may add- which unfortunately made the man even more needy) but it soon turns to be futile as every time he lays eyes on you, dirty fantasies fill his mind. Damn the challenge; why can’t he just have you sit on his cock in public, your nice little hole drooling over his length as you grind impatiently against him? You look so cute in those clothes anyway... 

And when you get irritated? By god he’s spiraling. He wants- no, needs you to peg or ride him until he’s seeing stars. Losing his sanity by the second, he’s shoving you into the nearest bathroom stall, impatient to finally get off after so long. And please do help him... he’s been good for a week, right? A whole seven days! He surely deserves a treat, no?

As a joke, Madara Mikejima would take on the challenge fully knowing that he’ll loose... so why? Just to see your face when he announces it? He’s fully aware that you can’t handle the sexual deprivation (even more so than he), so you’re devastated when he tells you his plan. Of course this is all just to see you break and whine to him just so he can tease you about it, but not just yet...

You couldn’t keep your composure for even a week, so soon enough Madara finds you getting off to your toys, trying to keep your loud moans at bay. He doesn’t bite for a minute or so, but once he sees your blissful face once you come undone on some fucking silicone something eats at him. Within a second he’s towering over you, throwing that slicked-over toy and biting at you with a tight smile that clearly tells you that you’re in for it. He’s being extremely petty over getting jealous by a toy, but he’s set on making sure that nobody, not even nothing can make you feel as good as he is right now. Surely, with the way you’re screaming his name for all the neighbors to unfortunately hear, right? And the way you’re convulsing on his cock, pushing him to fuck you even harsher and deeper, yeah? In the end Mama set you up for a trap but he fell in it instead... but really, what does it matter when in the end he has you fold for him?

Poor Tsumugi Aoba, trying so hard for the sake of... what was it exactly? Did he hopefully write it down? Anyways, there’s no shot that this baby wins with all the work stress he’s under. How can he lose you, his main source of relief, for an entire month? He’s likely one of the few people who took the challenge but realized the struggle, so as soon as he’s starts he starts drowning himself in even more work, as ironic as it sounds. It’s successful... for what, the first week and a half or so? But there’s only so much work to be done. He somehow burns through a whole month’s work in a span of a week, and comes up with nothing after that. That’s when the real struggle happens.

It’s almost like he’s death-staring you as he sits with you at the dinner table, but in reality he’s having a mental conniption. All of his walls melted like ice thanks to the lack of distraction, and he’s trying to stop the flow of dirty, dirty thoughts about you. His dick getting hard within a snap of your finger, his face getting flushed and hot, it doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots and mentally sigh. Usually Tsumugi would listen to you thoroughly, but as soon as the words he wanted to hear slipped out of your lips he’s pressing against you like a dog in heat, apologizing profusely as he fucks you right over the table. And he’s likely going to keep you there for a good hour- this man has stamina. Prove me wrong >:(

Kuro Kiryu is struggling because you are. See, if he didn’t catch you biting your lip in frustration, rubbing your thighs together subtly, even ghosting your hand over your sex, he himself wouldn’t feel himself getting hot and hard. What’s turning him on is your sexual frustration... which later on would definitely put it to good use. Unfortunately for him though, he’s still tied into the challenge so he has to at least try. It’s probably the worst two weeks of his life as he tries not to fold your sleeping figure next to him in bed, instead going as far as staying up through the night and taking out all his frustrations on a poor sandbag (I’m telling you, by the end of it his dick his harder than that lmfao). Yes, he loses. Halfway through November, itching for some intimate touch, he nearly praises the lord above when he catches you playing with your sex like a bitch in heat, hurriedly trying to get off. 

He’s your man, so of course he has to help you! Just thank him by spilling your loud whorish moans into his ear as he fucks you on the cold bathroom floor, the heat radiating from both of your sweating bodies competing with the hot shower steam. His pent-up energy is either a blessing or a curse to your poor body, because he’s not letting go of you until he’s come at least... be real. Five or six times. And plus I’m normal about breeding so of course he’s watching his thick cum seep out of your hole, decorating the already-white marble tiles. He can’t help but take a picture for masturbation food, seeing your slicked-over hole and ass pairing with the purple, red, and pink marks he proudly left behind. Is he ashamed of losing the challenge? Honestly a bit during post-sex and when he finally has reason... but he’s learned so much that he wouldn’t know before. So it’s a 50/50 for him.

Shu Itsuki struggles because you aren’t. The Shu Itsuki, the self-proclaimed best artist, a man of culture, is frantically trying to calm down his raging hard-on as you waltz away from him, perfectly fine and calm?? No no, it should be the tables turned! You should be the one begging him to please you, and he should be scoffing at your brazen behavior! But no matter how much he wishes it to be this way, your lack of attention, sexually, has him bucking into his expensive sheets, whining into his already-soaked pillow as he tries to get himself off. I feel like Shu is the type of person to train himself to control his sexual desires when you’re not around, taking extreme caution to not to try to come over anything but you. Oh how it bites him in the back now, frustrated tears falling from his lilac eyes as he can’t bring himself to reach an orgasm even once. And he’s not the type to use toys, as the traditional man he is, so there’s nothing in his house that could accommodate to his needs. So he’s, in the worst time possible, stuck.

Finally dropping his pretentious ego, he comes to you as a whiny, horny flustered mess as his obvious hard-on pokes through his pants. You can’t help but coo at his helplessness, teasing him bit to further rile him up. But you can’t have your pretty princess wait for too long, or he’ll actually lose it. So give him a good hard fuck, riding him or pegging him it doesn’t matter, and break him over your lap until he’s a babbling flushed mess. Because of how sensitive he is you have his watery cum staining your slacks, feeling the cool liquid touch your hot skin, but you could care less as you please your baby <3.

Mika Kagehira is adamant on making sure nobody finds out he’s cheating. Who is he kidding- a person who basically lives on your quickies almost every day wouldn’t survive this challenge. But you just look so hopeful as you turned to him to win, genuinely thinking that he’ll succeed. So for your sake he’ll stay quiet, although it’ll probably kill him that he won’t be able to feel you for a while. All he has to survive off of are shitty sex toys and every once in a while plushies that permanently smell like you, so it’s definitely not the best but it could be worse.

But out of all people (although looking back he was relieved) you were the first one to find out that he was cheating all along. Walking into him whining against his pillows, grinding his dick into the cum-soaked sheets as a vibrator was shoved into his ass at the highest speed. You’re frozen in your spot for a good minute, trying to process the scene in front of you, before your wrenched out of your thoughts as the male moans out your name quite shamelessly, gripping onto the ropes he wrapped around his wrists for the thrill of the burn. He was so far gone that he couldn’t even care who walked in on him, which, good for you, could enjoy the show a little bit more before you intrude on his session. So there you are, sitting at his desk, staring at the writhing boy pleasing himself at your name. Around ten minutes pass by, and Mika’s looking pretty worn out so he reaches for the remote. But before he could shut it off you suddenly appear on him, resting your hand over his. The poor boy is flabbergasted, trying to come up with some silly excuse before your other hand is rubbing dangerously close to his dick. Even after all the orgasms he’s had he feels himself getting hard again at your touch, and soon enough wanting more like the spoiled whore he his. But dear me, he’s expecting you to be nice to him especially since he hasn’t had you for so long. He broke his promise after all, didn’t he? Hope he doesn’t mind a bit of pain...

To be fucking funny, Niki Shiina would have won. So hard. Just the way his mind works has him thinking about food all the time, and of course your one of his favorite snacks but somehow it hasn’t brutally affected his sexual deprivation. Somehow. Butttt of course you go and screw everything up. Just like Rinne you fucked the whole challenge... but why is Niki doing it??? Who the hell convinced him to do so? And just ditch you? Nope, not on your watch. You’re gonna make sure he looses, and hard.

He only realizes your intention halfway through, but it’s too late. Because of your influence his dirty mind is turning everything sexual, and it’s pushing him over the edge. He’s pretty much had enough. So, completely disregarding the challenge, he manages to corner you and outwardly express his aggravation, throwing a tantrum like the little kid he is. You simply laugh at his antics, dragging a finger across his collarbone and... wow, you can’t remember what happened after that. All you could focus on was how harsh he was shoving his face into the sheets. The high-pitched whines and moans did not match at all with the brutal pace he set on you, destroying your insides. All you could do was grip on the sheets for dear life, your pupils blown wide and face extremely flushed as Niki fucked into you like a dog in heat. If you didn’t have the pillows masking your sight, you would’ve seen the man have tears streaming down his face in pleasure, his lips stuck in a pout as he watched your hips bruise under the iron grip he had you in. For such a soft guy, he sure is rough... tenfold if he was pent up. 

Izumi Sena would be close, but not enough to win. Without you he definitely has the mindset for it. You would think he would get so frustrated by his model workload but ironically it’s what keeps him sane. Give him more than a few days off and his mind will be in the gutters in no time, no matter how much he tries to resist. But the gods seem to be on his side for the entire challenge (how he learned of it, who knows. why, confidential i guess) because the more work he got the less he talked to you. Of course you two contact on a regular basis but nothing more than a short, sweet call or texting each other for minutes at a time. It seems to be enough for him, at least. Whereas you, with a much much higher sex drive, is crying in your sheets. You just want to get off so badly and that’ll just be the end of it, but with the cocky idols teasing you and the haunting nightmares of Izumi being extremely disappointed in you helps you hold off... at least for now. You’re not sure if you can hold it out for any longer.

Fortunately for you, unfortunately for him, the Knights had an ‘emergency’ and he was called back to Japan a week before he was scheduled to leave. The emergency in question was just a lost Leo Tsukinaga, which was solved in no time, but that left Izumi back with you in person while there was just one week left in the challenge. And oh boy did you use that to your advantage. You couldn’t wait when the two of you were alone after the whole fiasco- in fact within the next day the man woke up to your naked figure sitting on his chest, tracing your fingers along his collar. With that and his usual morning wood, Izumi’s sanity and patience snapped like a twig. Flipping you over and immediately pushing inside of you, he’s plowing into you like a starved man, which he is. All of his manner, ego, and common sense is thrown out the window as he moans and curses into your chest, trying to go faster than the pistioning pace he’s already setting on. He’s reduced to a horny teenager, saying how much he missed you and your hold, even coming within the first minute of fucking you. But as soon as he has that post-orgasm mindset, and realizes what you’ve done to him with a flushed angry face, he’s not letting you go for the rest of the day. Be prepared to call out from work tomorrow, because he’s gonna make sure that you get more than what you bargained for.

Mao Isara perseverance is so godly I’m jealous of this man. ...Ok, maybe he acts like a teenager with a middle school crush around you during this challenge, but that doesn’t mean that his common sense and rationality is leading him the right way. But major kudos to the President himself because he’s balancing the stress of work and deprivation for an entire four weeks.

Like all he gets itchy when his time is almost up, and almost loses when he has a sleepover with you, seeing your slumbering body so flush and close to him he’s immediately getting hard. But no, for the sake of his reputation he has to continue, just for a little while. Then he’ll get the prize he’s drooling for. He’s jumping on you, asleep or not, and shoving his face into your sex as soon as his phone says December 1st (which he has been checking several times). He missed your taste and smell so much, he literally comes into his pants as your scent hits him like a brick wall. You’d be waking up to him devouring you from in between your legs, already waking up disoriented and, frankly, now needy. But don’t worry- he’s not letting you go anytime soon until he quenches his thirst and has you come several times for his pleasure. Even after that he’d be fucking you into the mattress, babbling about how much he missed your tight hole and thanking you so much for being patient with him, wrenching out an almost high-pitched moan every time he empties his overloaded balls into you.

Adonis Otogari has the most control over himself so of course he’s one of the very few winners among these horndogs of idols. By no means does he win for boasting rights or to tease the others, but he genuinely believes that it’ll impress you- I swear this boy will jump on any opportunity to see your face light up in excitement; he lives for it. So if this challenge will have you jumping up and down in joy, he’s down.

Minimal struggle. Of course he wakes up with the occasional morning wood, but calms himself down within an hour or so before Koga points it out and shit crashes and burns. Further into the month he has to use more... creative ways (I swear this man is willing to bathe in ice cold water to get his dong to freeze up and feel nothing) but somehow he perseveres as everybody around him starts dropping like flies. And when that clock strikes twelve on the last day of November he’s on cloud nine. Fortunately you’re with him at this time, so he doesn’t waste a single minute to drag you into bed and indulge in you for the remaining nightly hours. Instead of being rushed, harsh, and overall needy (although he is don’t lie), he’s going to take his sweet time and remind himself the pleasure he gets from either fucking you nice and slowly or eating you out so that both of your minds are reeling. He survives, but don’t expect him to do this again anytime soon.

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[mishkakagehishka]

And you know what else I often think about. The line in Hermitage when Shu is trying to convince the doll to let go of Mika. He reassures her by telling her that Mika doesn't throw away broken things, and so won't throw her away either. And like. Yeah, literally speaking, Shu's right. Mika's hobby is rummaging through trash, finding thrown away plushies, mending them and then just. Keeping them. Not only does he not throw away broken things, he actively "rescues" thrown away and broken things.

But like do you ever think about the absolute iconic nature of the fact that it's Shu who's saying this. Shu who had a mental break so severe that Mademoiselle was born following his execution. Shu was the "broken" thing that Mika refused to give up on and decided to salvage. Like, I cannot emphasise this enough, if Valkyrie fell apart because both Nazuna and Mika left, that would have been entirely logical and expected to me. And I can see barely any reason why Mika would have chosen to stay with Shu and deal with keeping Valkyrie afloat, all things considered, but that's what he did. He really sat there, said "I could fix him" and then??? Did???????? Like do you understand. Shu saying "Mika won't abandon you just because you're a bit broken" wasn't just "... because Mika loves fixing dolls and plushies" but also "... because he didn't abandon me, either" do you understand

[firespirited]

I went a bit bonkers on leboncoin (local mercari) yesterday:

Incoming:

Rainbow Surprise Ameythst Rae

Hairdorables Dee 11" split hair with curls

Manky Signature Abbey to clean, deglue and bleach

Barbie Extra #1 (curvy carl aa - wonk?)

Damaged hair and lips Bratz Funk Out Nevra and broken Myscene Madison.

Potentially : Hair stripped Winter Wonderland Sasha (for her body and maybe keep the head for a yarn reroot someday).

One on hand, I'm so sick that I've deactivated my ebay sales and haven't listed a bunch of dolls.

On the other, 4 parcels to look forward to and that force me to go to the pick-up locker is the *point*. If it doesn't spark motivation then at least an attempt was made and most of the confirmed dolls were on the like-list... so they'll spark joy later.

The Cat Scan went well, they did an iodine contrast and it felt like peeing in the sea. I was trying so hard to not tremble during an anxiety and nausea wave that I wasn't aware of much else. The catheter made a mess of my arm coming out but was more unpleasant than painful despite the fragile area it was placed... then again my threshold of painful is pretty high right now.

Really pleased it wasn't an MRI, the cluh-clunk noise would have been hard to bear. My driver was a hard breaking type, I came close to throwing up. But also AC and tinted windows have changed the car experience so much. It used to be rough travelling in summer sun. It's night and day. literally.

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I first went to amazon to get a treat but they haven't got anything i'd like in stock at non scalper prices. They'd have had my money if they'd import Bratz (Punk Sasha) and Monster High (Venus!), or keep the Rainbow Highs with one outfit and under $40; as for Barbie Basics, they're $45 😬.

The RH and BB are nicely designed but not "45$ nice" you know?

Of course I've ended up spending more lol but fixing dolls is part of the fun. The current project list is mostly small amounts of rerooting or repainting, I think I'd enjoy just cleaning and brushing, especially a that huge Rainbow Surprise head and Bratz with their thickly rooted saran and a fairly easy mika + gloss overpaint for scuffed lips.

[light-end-dragon]

Rondo in Amber and Lapis-En Lyrics

✦✦Valkyrie ✦✦Enstars ✦✦

**This is not an official translation. All rights to the lyrics and characters etc. are property of Happy Elements. The only thing that is my own is the translation**

Note: I suggest reading/listening to these lyrics along with Shu's solo, as they have many moments that relate to each other.

~琥珀ト瑠璃ノ輪舞曲 "Rondo in Amber and Lapis"~(1)

煤けた硝子玉  淡い月と碧い夜

The two glass beads are covered in grime / as I lay hidden, unbidden by time 

それだけを映して  時の函に横たわっていた

The pale moonlight reflects onto me / the glint in my eyes answers back ever so feebly 

優しく触れた指 轉々捲かれてく

Those fingers gently turn the gears round / over and over they spin as i am wound  

発条の魔法が 壊れていた魂にかかった

The magic of their clockworks grow / fastening life onto pieces of my shattered soul

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暗く……くすんでいた世界

Oh, it’s so dark….Oh, how gloomy it all carries on

色を与えてくれた 嗚呼、旋律は

Can your hands paint my world full of color too …. That song that you play….

この朽ちゆく身すら救済う

Oh, can it save me as I’m rotting away? 

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踊ろう 唯、その意の侭 人形に意思は要らない

And all I ask is that I can dance as you please  / A doll like me hasn’t a will to appease

黄金の繰糸が 紡いでくお伽話が  一つだけの真実

The only wish that a thing like me needs   / is to come along with the strings that you lead

それ以外棄ててしまおう 

Oh yes-tell me what you don’t like -let me gather it-and I’ll cast it away 

憧れが染み付いた琥珀も    絶望が染み付いた瑠璃も

Like this broken amber I have caught in a prayer / And this piece of lapis dark with despair 

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下限の三日月の   欠けた影の一片を (2)

The moon above me calls my shadow night / One a replica gave here upon the light

繕ってくれたから    人の形を纏えたんだ

The broken strings brings it as I’m sewn /  fragments that give me a body that looks like your own

時計の歯車が    轉々廻り出す

The gears click into place as they spin / round and around they all turn once again

調律師の振るう   指揮棒こそが��の鼓動さ

The rhythm of the tuner’s baton /  is the same beat that calls me to live on and on

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例え……崩れていく世界

Yes, and I know….that the world may crumble away

潰えてしまおうとも   嗚呼、構わない

And if I do too, then let it be so, I am just a doll

そう、痛みなどない救済

No, I don’t feel any pain at all!

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 歌おう 唯、欲しいのは  完璧な環を成す輪舞曲 (3)

Oh please I ask, just let me sing to the end / and let my rondo meet at its refrain

黄金の琴糸が    奏でゆく絢なる調べ     たった一つの星

If it lies with the song you once played / then the desolate star in the sky might have stayed 

この魂……燃え尽きても

Yes, that is my soul you see ….And just like the moon, it may disappear soon

溶けてゆく硝子にも映そう   永遠に消えはしない愛を

Know that though my eyes burn out on this final day / endless is their love as they melt away…..

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This is not as much a translation note (those are below) as it is me pointing out that I've noticed a lot of the things Mika says in these lyrics are very heavily reminiscent of things Nazuna also says during ExValk days. Mika himself has even admitted that he used his nii-chan as a reference in Acanthe, so I would like to believe this is very intentional.

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(1). There are a lot of 'everyone knows this' moments I'm pointing out, but either way, the 'amber' and 'lapis' here are referring to his eyes, same as in the lyrics. I also chose to translate the title as "Rondo in Amber and Lapis' b/c most classical songs are titled "Rondo in X Key" and it just sounds better to me that way.

(2). Another 'probably obvious' moment as I've seen it get pointed out before, but it also took me a little while to realize this entire line is a play on words involving Mika's own name.

三日月 "mi-ka-d(z)u-ki"  

欠けた影の一片を "ka-ke-ta ka-ge no hi-to-hi-ra"

plus, the 'kage' and 'hira' use the same kanji as his name does.

There isn't a really good way for this to translate it into english while keeping the meaning of the lines, but I wanted to really try my best b/c I'm stubborn, which is why the line might sound a bit odd. (I'm hoping not, but...)

However, while english has a lot more syllables and sounds for things than jp does, I did manage to get something to work.

The moon above me calls my shadow night (mi:- kɑ:)

One a replica gave here upon the light (kə: - ɡeɪ: -hɪr: əˈpɑː)

Translated more literally, the original line is something like "a piece of the waning crescent moon's broken shadow" so I was trying to match the phonetics while keeping it in line with the moon and shadow imagery, as well as Mika inferring that this is what made up his body as he was given a human form.

(3). This is another very important not for the whole song, but the line here more literally translated has Mika singing something like "my only wish is to sing/be able to sing / a rondo that forms a perfect loop"

Rondo form in music is typically characterized as a main theme or refrain of sorts (I'm using that term b/c it rhymes, I dunno if its supposed to be called that lol) alternating contrasting episodes. A typical rondo is in ABABA formation or variations of. This is likely what he means in the lyrics; he wishes to be able to sing his song until the end, so it can meet back at the beginning again like a proper rondo.

Another note like in Shu's song, a rondo can also be both a music form and a dance, and looking it up, the closest thing I see it coming out to is a ring or circle dance, which seems pretty similar to square dancing in the US. It refers to a pretty broad genre so its hard to pin down exactly what people might be saying when referring to it, but an interesting note is that a waltz can be considered a round dance, round/circle dancing is more associated with communal and folk dancing than typical waltzes.

This likely has rather little bearing on the song in general, but I didn't spend an inordinate amount of time on Wikipedia and other sites to not put something down.

And the final note that is far more relevant to the composition, is about the end. I have to preface this saying that i am not an expert on musical theory, nor am I wholly confident in saying this, so take it as you will.

That being said, I've been listening to the song and melody left and right, and if you recall what I said before about rondo structure, its typically at its simplest, ABABA? There of course can be many variations, but I don't think Mika's song ever finally loops back.

He very well might be singing an incomplete rondo, which makes his line right before it about asking that he's able to finish his song before he burns away....

I certainly feel an emotion, and it isn't good.

These lyrics are not a word for word translation, and are an adaptation of the original song's message, made to (pretty much) fit in with the original vocals. It's my interpretation, but I wanted to keep the meaning close to what it was in Jp while coming across as what one would write in an En song.

[nyaitsu-writes]

WAAAHH EVENT SO CUTE, CONGRATS!!

may I request A Castle Build of Sand + Mika? yvy

i came up with 2 concepts for this fic and i couldn't decide on which one to do. if you're curious about the other one feel free to ask! ^^

🥀 this is the story of a certain doll. of an old mansion which has succumbed to the passing of time, vines and greenery all over the once luxurious front. crystal shards cover the nearby grass and right as you manage to push the big entrance door open you can’t help but wonder if staying outside would be a safer option. yet the thunderous storm is sure to change your mind, isn’t it?

🥀 storms in the middle of the forest don’t make for a nice experience so you rush into the house, as far from the main door as possible. elaborate chandeliers and pieces of art hang from every wall and you’re surprised to find everything so clean. for a house that has been through better times, the interior retains that old charm almost as back when it had been built. this arouses a tiny suspicion in the back of your mind: there surely lives someone here. oh-oh. have you broken into private property? pacing up and down the hall you try to come up with a proper explanation. the storm was loud and you’re far away from town, you’ll only be staying for a night or so until everything calms down and, if needed, you might as well look for a different place—

🥀 it is then a light in the other corner of the hall catches your attention. waving and moving, that’s undoubtedly the light of a chandelier. you rush toward them, apology on the tip of your tongue before you almost run into them. into him. oh. oh.

🥀 you can’t help but admire the male before you: everything in him is beautiful. from the dark shade of his hair to his eyes, like two mismatched jewels sparkling in the dark. the words die before they’re even spoken, just the moment he steps closer.

🥀 frowning slightly, he asks, “who’re you…?” he doesn’t even sound as angry as he should for someone who just broke into his house. rather than that, he looks curious. you extend your hand towards his for a quick self introduction but he steps back, brows furrowing even deeper. oh. he didn’t like that. you step back too and only when you are a certain distance he seems to relax the slightest bit. 

🥀 you take the opportunity to explain your situation in the nicest way possible, hoping that he’s not the kind of person that would kick out someone in the middle of a thunderstorm. he looks genuinely nice, even if he doesn’t seem to trust you… 

🥀 after you tell him everything you needed to, you decide to ask for his name. there’s a slight pause, the rainy breeze slipping past an open window. “i don’t have a name. i forgot it, but i don’t really need one”. his words are simple and straight to the point, like what he’s saying isn’t that serious. you decide to ask again, hoping for a way to refer to him but he simply shrugged, saying that anything worked for him. he genuinely didn’t seem to care. not much interest in small talk, either.

🥀 for some reason, this doesn’t seem to discourage you, rather making you even more curious about this nameless person who forgot about his own name. first of all, what is he doing living in a place so… empty? you can’t help but trail after him, walking along the old corridors in the mansion while asking for more details, every so often. is this his house? how long has he been living here? 

🥀 his responses are mostly vague but it doesn’t feel like he is purposefully trying to keep the information from you. rather, it feels like he doesn’t remember. the only thing he is adamant about is his purpose in the old mansion. ”i’m waiting for my master,” he says, finally taking a seat in the place you assume might be the living room.

🥀 barely a few seconds later, a response makes it past your lips. “then we might as well wait for them together,” you say, taking a seat near the now slightly confused male. he argues that this is his duty and you shouldn’t have to deal with it but you listen to none of his words, opening one of the old books in the library and bringing the chandelier closer to your reading.

🥀 day after day, you learn a different thing about the nameless “doll”. a doll, he says, is everything he is or has ever been. you’re almost tempted to argue that he can be no doll: no doll would smile at the sight of a bird in a nearby branch in the garden, no doll would listen to your stories to intently. that sparkle in his eyes when you talked about the many places beyond the forest: the sea, the mountain. and yet he is so convinced of his nature no amount of proof will be able to change his mind, even when every little thing he does screams human to you.

🥀 he is much more of a skilled tailor as he claims, always keeping his clothes almost perfect. he also likes things that are nice to hold at night, mending his favorite stuffed animals over and over again. seeing the few teddy bears nicely sitting in the desk of what you assumed was his room, you decide to bring him another one as soon as you’re able to go back home. not that much of a present really, just a trinket you bought on your way back for a visit because its eyes reminded you of his. and yet the doll smiles in such delight your heart can’t help but escape a beat. the next day you come into the house, the newest addition to his collection is now sitting on top of the bed, nicely tucked in.

🥀 after a few days, you decide to take a big step in your relationship.

“i think we should find a name for you,” you say, with a big book between your hands. patting its cover, you smile, “i brought some inspiration for you! you can choose whichever one you like best! It would be really mean to keep using ‘you’ to refer to you all the time, right?”

🥀 he tilts his head in confusion, saying that he doesn’t really mind. a doll, he says, doesn’t really have use for a name. only the prettiest ones, those who are taken well care of and loved dearly, deserve one. but you are quick to prove him wrong, an ever more confused “nnn” sound coming from his lips.

🥀 after a pause, a single name comes out of his lips. “mika”. before you have a chance to ask about why he has chosen the name, he adds. “i think… that was my name. no one has called it in a long time so ’m not that… sure.”

you step closer to “mika” before he can say anything, looking straight into his eyes as you say his name. once. twice. enough times for him to bashfully turn around. you shake your head.

“mika, i care about you. that’s why I’m here. i won’t ever leave you alone, you hear me?”

🥀 there might be some power in those words, seeing as he stares back at you. his once empty look is now replaced by emotion about to overflow from his eyes. a doll. but dolls can’t cry, can they?

🥀 and so, for the very first time since you put a foot into this place, the “doll” is first to approach you. you take his hands between yours. warm. his cheeks are slightly wet, realizing it’s the very first time he has cried in so long. and it hurts. but it feels so freeing after all. mika feels loved. and he loves the feeling too much to even want to let it go.

[ritsus-pillow]

Croissants with a Side of Feelings {Shu Itsuki x Reader}

Relationships: Shu Itsuki x Female Reader Word Count: 11367 CW: Reader has a medical condition, fluff, slight hurt/comfort (like a cinnamon sprinkling of hurt I swear) Set during ! era, specifically around the time of the Tanabata Festival.

“Really! It’s a miracle that you’re still up and standing, foolish girl.”

Shu shook his head at me, frowning as I stumbled to a halt in the middle of the practice room. 

“Shu-senpai! You’re earlier than usual.” I rushed to the speakers, stopping the recording of Sacred Youth Games that had been playing.

“Hmph and if this is what you’ve been doing before our practices perhaps I shall make a habit of it…” His frown deepened. “I have no use for broken dolls, girl.”

I scratched the back of my neck.

“I know. But it really wasn’t much, just a quick warmup!”

Shu “hmph”-ed again, moving to connect his own phone to the speakers.

“Shu-kun just doesn’t want you to overwork yourself, Y/n-chan,” Mademoiselle’s high-pitched voice peeped from her spot in Shu’s arms. “He worries about you.”

“Hush Mademoiselle!” Shu snapped.

“I know Mado-chan, but I’ll be careful,” I said. “I know my limits.”

A soft giggle answered me before it was silenced with a glare.

“Ngahh, sorry I’m late Oshi-san, Y/n-chan!” With his usual amount of grace, Mika stumbled into the room.

“Hmph, typical.”

“Don’t be fooled by his attitude Mika-kun, Shu-kun is happy you made it.”

“Ngah, thanks Mado-nee!”

Shu shot another glare at Mademoiselle.

“You’re particularly cheeky today.”

“Fufu, and who’s fault is that Shu-kun?”

Shu clicked his tongue, a scowl on his face. Despite his frustration, he gently placed Mademoiselle on the table next to the speaker.

“Regardless, now that we’re all here, perhaps we can begin rehearsals?”

I rolled my eyes, nodding, as Mika chirped an excited “Yes, Oshi-san!”. It wasn’t as if any of us had been late, in fact, it was a good 10 minutes earlier than we usually started rehearsal. But I knew better than to protest—the lead-up to lives always made Shu testier than usual and the Tanabata Festival was worse than usual.

I shook my head, moving out of the centre of the room as Mika and Shu took their positions for their warmup routine. The workload for the Tanabata Festival hadn’t exactly been light on my end—as Anzu’s fellow producer, she had asked me for help with some of the less major work so she didn’t have to shove it all on Eichi and the rest of the student council. Something about proving her capabilities as a producer without their backing? Not that it mattered to me, I would rather not ask Tenshouin for help.

Sighing, I pulled a pile of paperwork out of my bag. If Shu had bothered to tell me about this before he submitted the paperwork, maybe I wouldn’t be so irritated. But nooooo, he just had to accept Tenshouin’s challenge. I pursed my lips, reading over the proposal for the stage lighting. Well, there were worse things than a bit of extra paperwork. And school-hosted events were far less work organisation-wise than most of the places Valkyrie had been performing at recently.

I glanced up as the warm-up routine finished. Shu looked pleased and Mika looked significantly less flustered than he had been earlier. Shu fished his phone out of his pocket, stopping the piece of classical music that they had been warming up to. 

“Hmph, better than yesterday, I suppose.”

“Ngahh thanks Oshi-san!” Mika grinned at the back-handed compliment.

“It wasn’t a compliment, you failure!” Shu pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. I resisted the urge to snicker as the two assumed their starting positions.

As the starting notes for Enthralling Theatre filled the room, I smiled down at my paperwork. Maybe this live would be the push Shu needed to return to the Yumenosaki stage.

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“Non! This simply won’t do!”

I watched as Shu tossed yet another bolt of fabric to the side. Shaking my head, I pointedly turned back to the stack of papers Anzu had asked me to look over. Staging…Lighting…Airspace permissions for Hibiki-senpai’s blimp…I resisted the urge to sigh. Only at Yumenosaki. 

Anzu had asked me to proofread the proposals before she handed them to the student council. I’d eventually agreed, but I still didn’t think my involvement would make Tenshouin more likely to approve the plans. But she’d insisted, saying that the Student Council couldn’t very well refute her proposal just because she’d asked a fellow producer for help! (Tenshouin was petty enough to do just that, but Anzu hadn’t lived through the War and didn’t know any better.) I scribble a note on the lighting plan—as much as Ryusetai (read: Morisawa-senpai) wanted flame machines and no matter how “cool” (this was true) or “heroic” (less true) they’d look, they were most definitely a fire hazard at an event that centred around highly flammable bamboo and paper.

Another bolt of fabric was violently discarded, rolling from the towering pile of rejects. I eyed the ever-growing pile and raised my eyebrow at Shu’s back. Across the room, Kiryu-senpai just shook his head before continuing to sew the outfit in front of him.

“Um, Shu-senpai…” I started nervously. “Do I need to make a trip to the fabric store?”

Shu turned to face me so suddenly, I jumped a little, almost dropping my pen to the floor.

“I know I’m not the best at picking fabrics, but if you tell me what type you’re looking for I could send you pictures of the colours? Or I could take some headphones and video call you?” I tapped my pen against the pile of paperwork, breaking eye contact. “You and Kiryu-senpai have got a lot of work to do here right? You can’t afford to waste time searching for fabrics for any unit’s outfits.” Even if it is for Valkyrie.

Shu pursed his lips, his gaze flicking to the nearly empty fabric rack in front of him and then to the pile of completed outfits Kiryu-senpai had finished. As he watched, another was added to the pile.

He sighed.

“Very well. I shall write down what I need and you can fetch it for me. However,” he raised a finger. “You must take someone with you to carry the bolts of fabric. Let me think…Rei should be in his club room…” He stood and wandered over to the cup phone that hung by the window, unhooking it and tugging three times on the string before pulling it taut.

“Rei? Yes, sorry to disturb you. I don’t suppose you could give me a hand? Of course.” He hung the cup phone back on its hook. “Rei will be here in a moment.”

“Senpai, I’m fine to bring the bolts back by myself,” I protested. “You don’t have to bother Rei-senpai.”

Shu raised a hand to forestall any more protests.

“Non! What if you were to drop them on the way back? I can’t have your clumsy hands soiling the fabric before it reaches this room.”

“Fufu, what Shu-kun means, Y/n-chan,” Mademoiselle spoke up from her seat on one of the shelves in the clubroom. “Is that he doesn’t want you to wear yourself out. You’ve been working so hard lately, we can’t have you passing out from overexertion again.”

I flushed slightly.

“Mado-chan that was one time!” I pouted. “I haven’t even had difficulty in getting up and down off the floor lately, I can carry a couple of bolts of fabric!”

“That is not up for debate. Rei will accompany you to the fabric store.” Shu shook his head at me and began replacing the bolts of fabric he’d gotten out on the shelves.

I sighed, turning back to my paperwork. Who knew how long a moment was to Rei Sakuma. All of the Eccentrics that I had met operated on their own timetable. Speaking of, I turned to the airspace permission forms for Wataru’s blimp. Eccentric indeed…

“Shu? You said you needed my help?”

Apparently, Rei-senpai’s definition of a moment was eerily similar to a regular human’s.

“Ah, my friend, you were faster than I expected.” Shu dusted his hands and went to the entrance to the clubroom. “I need some more fabric but neither Kiryu nor I can go. I’d just send the girl but I can’t trust her to carry the fabric back on her own. Would you accompany her?”

Rei-senpai glanced over at me, his lip twitching at the way I pretended that I most definitely was not listening to their conversation, thank you very much.

“Of course. It’s no problem at all.” He smiled at me. “Well then, shall we take our leave?”

I nodded, pushing my chair out from the table, leaving my paperwork where it lay. I’d be back before long—the fabric store that Shu preferred was luckily only a few blocks away.

I nodded goodbye to Kiryu-senpai, who nodded back, his focus on the intricate embroidery on the collar he was stitching.

“Here.” Shu shoved a piece of paper into my hands. “The list. Make sure you bring the fabric back in one piece!”

I nodded, glancing at the paper before shoving it into my skirt pocket next to my phone.

“Anything else, senpai?” 

Shu shook his head.

“Be safe y/n-chan!” Mademoiselle called. I smiled, waving briefly in her direction as Rei-senpai and I stepped out the door.

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“So, Valkyrie is finally returning to the stage, hmm?” Rei questioned, hands in his pockets as we walked through the courtyard.

I nodded, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

“Senpai seems pretty worked up about this live,” I explained. “Something about Tenshouin personally challenging them after the live the other night?”

Rei cocked his head.

“The performance at the live-house Kaoru-kun manages?”

I nodded and he hummed thoughtfully.

“I wasn’t with them, so I don’t know the details and Shu-senpai just,” I gestured vaguely.

Rei nodded sympathetically.

“Shu was Shu about the whole thing.”

I nodded, leading the way out of the school gates.

“Yep. And then Kiryu-senpai asked him for help with the unit costumes, so between the outfits and before and after school rehearsals, he’s been stretched thin.”

“I’ve noticed,” Rei said. “As have the other Eccentrics. And,” he turned his head to look me in the eyes. “We’re thankful to you for taking care of him for us.”

I waved my hands frantically.

“It's fine really! It’s just…he’s done so much for me and Mika-kun…I can’t let him starve himself to death because he’s so busy making Valkyrie look good! It’s my job as a producer to look after him!”

Rei chuckled softly.

“Of course, of course.”

I shook my head, opening the door to the fabric store.

“Alright, let’s see what he wants,” I muttered to myself, pulling the list out of my pocket. Rei peeked at the list over my shoulder, eyes scanning the immaculately written kana.

“...why is wine red satin on here twice?” Rei questioned, pointing at two items written directly underneath each other.

“It’s not. One’s wine-red satin and the other is wine-red sateen,” I explained, pointing at the kanji. “And wine red is our shorthand for Valkyrie red.”

I headed to the satin and sateen section, Rei trailing behind me. Carefully, I inspected the bolts of fabric, eventually pointing to two bolts I deemed Shu would approve of. Rei easily hefted them, slotting them under his arm. I felt my eyebrows rise slightly. A bolt of fabric usually had about 92 metres of fabric on it—lifting two so easily and with one hand, was no easy feat.

At least…I was hard-pressed to lift even one with my full strength. This trip was definitely going to be easier with Rei’s help. Once again, Shu had been correct to send me with help. 

Didn’t mean I had to like it. 

Though Rei was definitely an improvement over the time Wataru had insisted on accompanying me. Thank goodness the fabric had been slightly glittery already, though the face Shu had made upon seeing his slightly sparkly black fabric doused in red glitter had been hilarious. Wataru had still been banned from the clubroom and from accompanying me on any future fabric store runs. I had been punished with weeks of extra meaningless paperwork—which was not an experience I was eager to repeat.

It didn’t take Rei and I long to find the rest of the fabric on the list. Thankfully, all of the colours Shu had specified had been in stock, so there was no need for photographs or video calls. I paid quickly, apologising to the lady who ran the store for not being able to stay and chat this time. She smiled and laughed it off, promising to come and watch the performances at the Tanabata Festival.

With at least 5 bolts of fabric under Rei’s arm and a bag full of smaller amounts of fabric and other trimmings on mine, we exited the store.

“She seemed glad to see you,” Rei commented as we began the short walk back to school.

I hummed an affirmative.

“It's been a while since any Valkyrie members stopped in,” I explained. “We used to be regulars and the store’s close enough to the school that she probably heard about our fall. She’s a nice lady, she was probably worried about us.”

Rei chuckled.

“You seem to have friends everywhere, Y/n-chan.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not Anzu-chan, Sakuma-senpai.”

He smirked at me. Smirked. The audacity. Why do I hang around the Eccentrics again?

“Oh? But you seem to have just as many friends, though maybe not in such high places as hers. I certainly can’t see you socialising with Tenshouin-kun or Hasumi-kun.”

I felt my face twist in disgust instinctively and Rei’s chuckles turned to full laughter as we entered the school grounds. The. Audacity.

I sighed, shaking my head at him.

“You are the worst, Senpai.”

His laughter echoed down the hall as we made our way to the Handicraft Club room.

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“Hmph, this fabric is acceptable.”

Shu frowned down at the bolts of fabric Rei had laid out on the table before he returned to his own club room.

“Shu-kun thinks that you chose excellent fabrics, Y/n-chan!” Mademoiselle cheerfully explained.

“Aww, thanks Mado-chan,” I smiled.

“Mademoiselle!!” Shu exclaimed. “Please keep your opinions to yourself!”

“Fufu, we both know whose opinions they really are Shu-kun.”

Shu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Carefully, he rolled the bolts of fabric back up and began sorting through the bag of trimmings, ignoring Mademoiselle’s comment.

“Kiryu-senpai finished for the day?” I asked, pointing my question at Mademoiselle.

“Kuro-kun had a rehearsal with the rest of Akatsuki,” she informed me cheerfully. “He said he’d be back in…hmm…let’s see about 30 minutes now? Tsumugi-chan also dropped in for a bit while you were gone—he said to say ‘hi’. He was just picking up some trimmings for Switch’s outfits, so he wasn’t here long.”

We both pointedly ignored Shu’s snort of “good riddance”.

“It’s a shame I missed him, I haven’t spoken to Tsumugi-senpai in a while…” I mused, tapping my pen against my pile of paperwork. “Though it would be easier if someone didn’t insult him the second he walked through the clubroom door.”

Shu sniffed pointedly and continued inspecting the blue cord I had bought. I shook my head, turning back to my paperwork.

The club was filled with the sound of sewing machines whirring, overlockers clacking, and paperwork being filled in. Kiryu came and left. The sun was almost completely set before I finally completed the paperwork.

“Senpai, it's getting late. Senpai?”

Shu blinked, looking blearily up at me.

“It’s past 6. Don’t you need to get home to Mika-kun?”

“Hm? Kagehira?” He blinked again, before realisation dawned. “Kagehira! Ah, where is my phone…?” He patted his pockets realising it was on the table.

“Ah, he hasn’t returned yet…he and that Narukami girl were going on a shopping trip today. It appears I still have some time…” He placed his foot on the pedal, but nothing happened. He frowned, tried again, then looked over at me.

I sighed, the sewing machine’s cord swinging in my hand.

“Senpai…We’ve had this discussion. You’re not allowed to stay late anymore.”

He huffed.

“Fine then. I shall simply take these costumes home then.”

“Nope. You promised. No working on costumes at home either.” I narrowed my eyes at him, dropping the cord to the ground. “Unless…you want me to message the group chat? I’m sure Natsume-kun or Rei-senpai are still around. In fact,” I turned, tapping my phone against my chin. “Hidaka-kun mentioned that the Theatre Club had rehearsals until late tonight too.” I stopped, staring right at him. “So. What is it?”

Shu had been getting paler and paler throughout my little monologue and now he was almost as white as the costume in front of him.

“I- I assure you that's not necessary!” He hurriedly stood up, grabbing his things from around the room.

I stood watching him, phone at the ready in case he decided to slip some pieces of fabric into his school bag. Before long, we were both heading our separate ways outside the school gates. Watching Shu head towards his house, I pulled out my phone to send a quick text.

|Shu’s Slave|6:27pm| Mission “get-shu-home-at-a-reasonable-time” accomplished

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Shu’s Mental Support Squad

|Magic Man|6:27pm| AMAZING!!!

|Magic Man|6:27pm| a new record~~

|Magic boi|6:28pm| did he take anything home with him??

|Shu’s Slave|6:28pm| he didnt put anything in his bag…

|Shu’s Slave|6:28pm| he probably has stuff at home tho…

|FISH|6:29pm| unfortunatrly there isnt anythign we can do abiut that…

|FISH|6:29pm| sorry wet hands

|Magic boi|6:29pm| niisan if ur going to swim in the fountain at least have something to dry urself off with…

|FISH|6:30pm| hehe ill remember natsume-kun~~

I slipped my phone back into my pocket as the chat devolved into the usual discussions. Rei’s icon had just joined the cluster of ‘online’ icons and there wasn’t much point getting dragged into the group’s antics before I got home for the night. Luckily, I’d gotten all of my school-related work done while I was in the clubroom. The only things left on tonight’s schedule were dinner and bed. 

It didn’t take long before I was snugly under my blankets, scrolling through my Instagram. It was a pretty bland feed—I mainly followed the idol groups from Yumenosaki and any notable competitors from Shuuetsu and its sister schools. Nothing caught my attention (except for a sneak peek on Ra*bits page of their new costumes, which I had seen Shu pouring over the day before), so I placed my phone on my bedside table and went to sleep.

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“One of these days,” I muttered to myself as I fumbled with my alarm. “I’m going to force him to make practice start at a reasonable time.”

I pulled my phone closer to my face, groaning as I looked at the time. 5:45 am. I groaned again. The clock flicked to 5:46. Still groaning, I slid out of my bed onto the floor. After almost two years as Valkyrie’s producer, you’d think that I would have been able to get out of bed for morning practice easily. But no. My body still hadn’t adjusted.

Well…I mused as I fixed my hair in the mirror, it is our first week back at weekly practice in almost a year. 

It took me longer than I would have liked to arrive at Valkyrie’s usual practice room. Looks like I won’t have time to run through any dances before Shu and Mika arrive. Though…I rubbed my chest as my heart twinged painfully…dancing probably wasn’t the best idea today. Had I remembered to take my medicine before I left today? I mentally ran through my morning routine, before shaking my head and moving to connect my phone to the speaker. It didn’t matter anyway. I’d live.

Or not, apparently.

I blinked, looking at the room around me. The infirmary? I mentally ran through the day, trying to figure out how I got here. Morning practice had been fine—better than fine really. Classes had run as smoothly as 2-B’s classes ever ran. We’d had P.E. and I’d ended up wearing myself out more than I had expected. I’d planned to head to the rehearsal room and do paperwork until practice finished, then move to the handicraft clubroom to supervise Shu. However, Anzu caught me almost immediately after classes had finished and dragged me around the school to inspect the area of the stage. The last thing I remembered was her excitedly showing me the layout she had in mind, before passing out.

I groaned. Forget the medicine, it’ll be fine, I said. I really ought to know better…I sighed, pushing myself up into a sitting position, cradling my head.

“Hmph, so you’re finally awake.”

I looked over at Shu, standing in the doorway, Mademoiselle in one hand and the other on his hip.

“Are you alright, Y/n-chan?” Mademoiselle asked softly.

“Ugh, I think so?” I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache building. “‘M gonna need some panadol though…”

A packet of painkillers landed on the bed. I took one silently, reaching for the glass of water I knew would be at my bedside. I swallowed it down, then drank the rest of the glass of water. Shu’s eyes followed my movements and the second I placed down the glass, the rant he was obviously preparing started.

“What were you thinking, fooling girl? Not only did you run to school, but you also forgot to take your medicine. And this morning, you probably did a warm-up dance routine before Kagehira and I arrived, didn’t you?” I opened my mouth to object—I’d done some vocal warmups instead of my usual dance routine—but Shu barreled onwards.

“And of all days to forget your medication, a day you had P.E.?!?! You have had the same class schedule for over a year, how could you forget something so vital? Then, running all over the school with that Anzu girl! You’re lucky that Kiryu happened to be passing by and carried you to the infirmary! You could have been seriously injured!” He paused, face slightly flushed from his rant.

“Aww, so you do care,” I teased.

“I-!” His face flushed even redder, his mouth opening and closing silently. I laughed at his expression.

“It wasn’t intentional, Senpai. I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I looked back down at the blankets. “I’m sorry for interrupting practice and distracting you from the upcoming live.”

I heard a light scoff and a muttered “foolish girl” before Shu loudly turned around.

“Well, if you are truly sorry, make sure you take your medication regularly from now on. Come, now that you are awake, you can return with me to the clubroom and finish whatever work you have to do.”

That night was the first night since Valkyrie had decided to participate in the Tanabata Festival that at precisely 6 o’clock, Shu stopped sewing and we walked to the front gates together.

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The days passed quickly in the lead-up to the Tanabata live. Between morning and afternoon rehearsals, production meetings, and classes, my days were filled to bursting. I arrived at school at just past six in the morning and left at around 6:30—depending on how easy it was to pull Shu away from his work on the many costumes that had been commissioned for the upcoming live. Thankfully, I’d only needed to put a call out to the other Eccentrics once. Both Wataru and Kanata had swiftly appeared and carried Shu out of the Handicraft Club and out the school gate, Mika trailing behind them. Clearly anxious not to repeat that particular experience—“Wet hand, wet hands, can you believe it?!?”—Shu was usually packed up and gone before 6:30.

Despite my busy schedule, I always managed to take time out of my day to practise. Valkyrie practice actually began at 7, an hour and a half before school started. My personal practice started at 6.

I had always dreamt of being an idol. But, my fragile body prevented me from being able to complete the strenuous activities being an idol required. I wasn’t sickly like Tenshouin, just weak. My medicine helped, but even missing it once resulted in disasters like the previous week. 

But it didn’t stop me from trying.

I applied for both the idol and production courses at Yumenosaki. I studiously copied dance moves in the mirror after practice, I broke down live performances, I practised singing on the terrace during lunch.

It was never enough. I could never be on the same level as the idols I dreamed to work with. Even Tenshouin, who spent half of the freaking year in a hospital bed, had greater stamina and performance ability than I ever could.

But that didn’t stop me from trying.

After Valkyrie’s fall, I had worked harder than ever, laying the groundwork for when Shu would eventually return. When Nazuna-nii asked me for help setting up Ra*bits, I dedicated myself to the work, doing my best to carve these adorable, fresh-faced first-years who knew nothing of the horrors of the year before a place as idols.

And still, I practised.

Even now, two weeks before the Tanabata Festival, I stood in the centre of Valkyrie’s practice room at 6:30am, Pavilion on the Sand echoing through my ears as I ran through what had been Nazuna’s part.

“Again?” An exasperated sigh filled the room. Shu walked past me, gently placing Mademoiselle on the table, and dropping his bag to the floor.

I didn’t stop dancing.

He raised an eyebrow, tapping his foot impatiently as the dance slowly came to a close.

“Morning, Senpai,” I greeted, belatedly.

He raised both eyebrows.

“Good morning.”

I grabbed my water bottle from where I’d left it on the floor.

“You’re here early…Where’s Mika-kun?”

“Kagehira shouldn’t be long. I happened to rise significantly earlier than usual this morning, so I left as he was beginning his breakfast.”

I nodded, taking the bottle over to my school bag. Shu watched me, lips pursed, foot still tapping.

I sighed.

“Senpai…If you have something to say, just say it already. You’ve been like this for a couple days now, it's starting to get on my nerves.”

“I- I…” He sighed deeply, eyes shifting nervously as he tried to find the words. “I am concerned about this…habit of yours. This…rising early specifically to come here and practice.”

I stiffened.

“I see. Don’t worry, I won’t let it impact my work as Valkyrie’s producer. You have nothing to worry about.”

He frowned.

“That is not-”

“It’s fine, Senpai,” I cut him off. I didn’t want to sit through Shu’s patented “I have no use for broken dolls, if you can’t be useful, I will cast you off” lecture. “Like I said, it won’t affect Valkyrie.”

“I-” Shu shook his head. “Very well then. You are usually well aware of your limitations, if you say that it won’t affect Valkyrie, then I believe you.”

I nodded sharply.

“Thank you, Senpai.”

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I cut back on my morning practices after that. 

Instead of spending the whole hour running through different dance routines from both Valkyrie and other units, I chose one each day and spent half the time focused on the dance and the other half on vocal practice. Aside from a few pointed frowns, Shu didn’t bring it up again. The Tanabata Festival was approaching and he had far bigger things to worry about than my health. The pile of uncompleted costumes was almost done, Kiryu and Shu making quick work of them over the last three weeks. There were only a handful of costumes left to be completed outside of the Valkyrie and Akatsuki costumes, both of them had left their unit’s outfits to last. The beautiful red, grey, and yellow fabrics Rei and I had purchased still sat in the corner of the costume, barely touched.

I shook my head. Costumes—completed or not—were not what I needed to focus on. I scrolled through my playlist, deciding which song to practise this morning. This one…? Too hard with one person. That one…? Too high for me to sing. This? Too low. I clicked my tongue in frustration before my eyes landed on one I hadn’t done in a while.

It was one of Wataru’s, from the days before the war, before the Eccentrics. A solo piece—designed to be danced alone. The moves were tricky and it had been a while since I had rehearsed it, but I was confident that I could remember how it was done. I quickly moved to the centre of the room, tapping play.

Music filled the room, and I lost myself in the dance. It was easier to focus on the movements on the first run-through, left foot there, right foot behind. One arm up, the other outstretched. Turn. The melody was simple, but that didn’t change the vocal complexity. Even thinking about how to sing distracted me, a slight stumble in my step, so I redirected my focus to the dance.

“Oya? I thought I heard a familiar tune~”

I 100% did not jump and I did not scream. I didn’t. I swear.

“Hibiki-senpai!”

“Ah,” He sighed dramatically, laying a hand on his forehead. “So cold! Am I still nothing more than an upperclassman to you, Slave-chan? How often must I beseech you to call me by my given name?”

I sighed, feeling my heart rate begin to return to normal.

“As often as I have to ask you to stop calling me that awful nickname, Senpai.”

It also annoyed him, but that was just an added bonus.

He sighed dramatically again, leaning heavily on the doorframe.

“So cruel~ Ah! But I didn’t come here so early in the morning just to mope about in doorways!” He straightened up, pulling a rose out of thin air. He gestured for me to take it and I gingerly took it from his grasp. In my hands, it transformed into a letter. “A special delivery for you, dear Slave-chan~”

I carefully unfolded the letter, eyes skimming the beautiful calligraphy.

“Senpai…”

“Yes?”

I looked him in the eyes.

“This is in English. I can’t read it.”

He slapped his forehead.

“Of course, my mistake. Here.” He flicked his fingers towards me and the letter wiggled and merged, transforming into equally beautiful Japanese calligraphy.

Wataru Hibiki, in association with Kanata Shinkai, Rei Sakuma, and Natsume Sakasaki, invites you to lunch today, in the secret room.

“This…is a very dramatic way to be asked to sit with you four at lunch,” I said slowly. “I like it. Very aesthetic.” Wataru nodded excitedly. “But, is there a reason that this unusual gathering of the Eccentrics doesn’t include Shu-senpai?”

Wataru’s grin turned mischievous.

“That’s for us to know and you, dear Slave-chan, to find out.”

And with that, he vanished.

I looked down at the invitation in my hands. Shaking my head, I slipped it into my backpack.

Even if I forgot, Natsume-kun would drag me there the second class got out and I knew better than to push for more detail than I had already been given.

I’d find out at lunch I suppose.

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“Kanata-niiSAN can you NOT drip wateR all ovER my secRET roOM?” Natsume sighed as he dragged me into the secret room.

“Ahh ‘sorry’ nacchan,” Kanata smiled, looking as unapologetic as he always did. Natsume sighed, shaking his head.

“HerE,” he pushed me towards a chair. “siT.”

I rolled my eyes and sat, tucking my legs up in front of me. Natsume plopped himself down on the chair next to me, across the room from Kanata, who pouted slightly.

“Oya? It appears that I’m not the last one here…” Wataru sighed dramatically. “My dramatic entrance has been ruined.”

“Trust me Senpai, you don’t need to try and make your entrances dramatic,” I said, smiling wanly as he sat in the chair next to Natsume. “Are you going to tell me why you called me here? Not that I’m not grateful for the excuse to get out of production meetings for the Tanabata Festival…”

“Someone’s in a hurry,” Rei commented, slipping into the room through one of the side doors. Wataru paused in the slow shuffling of his chair closer to Natsume and Kanata opened his eyes and smiled at Rei as he sat down opposite me, in between Kanata and Wataru.

I shrugged.

“Not really. But I am curious. It’s not every day four of the Five Eccentrics “summon” me to a meeting.”

“You’ve already ‘mentioned’ it,” Kanata hummed. “The ‘tanabata festival’.”

The others nodded.

“I thought so,” I sighed. “You guys worry too much.”

“You can’t really blame us,” Rei rested his face in his hand. “It is Valkyrie’s first performance since the War.”

“We can’t help but be ‘concerned’, y/n-chan,” Kanata chimed in. “Especially after the ‘last’ time. Mademoiselle-chan can only ‘help’ so much.”

“Indeed,” Wataru nodded, his serious side showing. “Even though Eichi~ has relaxed his tyranny and the time of war is over, we cannot exclude the possibility of some ‘over-zealous fan’ repeating the incident.”

“I know. And, Anzu-chan and I are working to make sure nothing like that will happen,” I assured them. “Anzu-chan wasn’t here for the War but she’s been working hard to design a new system that doesn’t disadvantage new units.”

For someone who hadn’t lived through the start of the DreFes system being so quick to overturn it and put something more fair in its place, Anzu really was a kind person, as much as she annoyed me sometimes.

“HmmM, I did catCH a gliMPSE of thE neW plaNS…” Natsume muttered thoughtfully, hand on his chin. “TheY haVE a gOOD chaNCE of succeedING.”

“Hmm Hmm! Anzu-san~ has been working AMAZING-ly hard!” Wataru’s earlier seriousness had been replaced with his usual cheerful mask.

“If y/n-chan is not ‘concerned’, we should ‘leave’ it to her,” Kanata hummed. “I am beginning to ‘dry out’, so I’m going to go puka-puka~”

Kanata pushed himself out of his chair and stretched.

“I suppose this meeting is adjourned then,” Rei said, doing the same as Kanata but with slightly more groaning and cracking bones. “Thank you for joining us, Y/n-chan. Please continue to keep an eye on Shu for us.”

I nodded.

“Of course, he’s my friend too.”

Wataru raised his eyebrow.

“Oho, just a friend, slave-chan?” He teased.

I looked away, blushing, and Wataru disappeared with a laugh.

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“Stupid Wataru,” I muttered to myself, trying not to stomp on my way back to class. What does he know anyway? Shu is my friend—and that wouldn’t be changing anytime soon.

“Friends, we’re just friends.” Even if I had been crushing on him for a while now…at what point does it go from being a crush to…something else? Not that it mattered, it's not like I could ever tell him.

In the entire time I had known Shu (not that a year and a half is a long time to know someone), he had never confessed romantic feelings for anyone. No prolonged glances at particularly attractive classmates only scoffs and sneers directed in the direction of any mention of romance from his friends or unit-mates. Even his obsession with Nito-nii wasn’t romantic. A little weird and slightly uncomfortable for Mika and I, perhaps, but not romantic.

Besides, even if I confessed, if he rejected me…I could be kicked out of Valkyrie.

I could just see it.

“You harbour romantic feelings for me? Non! This absolutely won’t do. I can’t have your love-sick pining ruining Valkyrie. You are dismissed!”

Then he’d stick his nose up in the air and walk away, leaving me behind.

I sighed.

I was being dramatic. At least after Wataru’s comment, aside from a soft chuckle from Rei, the other Eccentrics hadn’t said anything. Though, if Wataru knew, I wouldn’t be surprised if Tenshouin, fine, the Student Council, and the entire Theatre Club had heard of Wataru bemoan my ‘hopeless, tragic love’.

I shuddered just thinking about it. It was a good thing Shu didn’t pay attention to the school gossip, otherwise, I’d be screwed.

“L/n, what are you doing?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin, turning to see Shu walking around the corner.

“Senpai! What are you doing over this side of the school?”

He crossed his arms—no Mademoiselle?—and frowned.

“Hmph, I could ask the same of you.”

I shuffled awkwardly.

“Uhh, I was in the library?” I offered. “I was heading to the cafeteria now. What were you doing?”

He sniffed, clearly not buying it.

“The library? What could you possibly need from there?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Never mind. Well, I suppose I’ll accompany you to the cafeteria. Perhaps they’ll still have some croissants left…”

I shrugged.

“Okie dokie, I’m just gonna grab whatever.”

A soft ‘tsk’ came from Shu, but he didn’t comment further, so I just ignored it. If Shu had issues with my diet, I’d just remind him of the (multiple) times I had to call Kiryu to carry him to the infirmary when he’d passed out from low blood sugar. At least I had a valid medical reason for passing out, not “I simply didn’t feel like pausing my work to eat”. One cannot subsist on croissants alone. At least since Mika had moved in with him he had been careful to make sure the both of them ate well at home. And Mika had Narukami-chan constantly breathing down his neck about eating well at school (“If you don’t stop eating so many sweets, Mika-chan, your skin will never clear up!”), so it was just Shu who needed reminding.

“Shu-senpai, where’s Mado-chan?” I tilted my head to look at him, surprised to see him already looking at me.

“Hmm? Oh, I left her in the Handicrafts Club. Kiryu’s with her,” he explained when he saw my raised eyebrow. “I can trust him to keep an eye on her while he finishes the costumes for his unit."

I nodded. That made sense. Still, it was a little unusual to see Shu without Mademoiselle on his arm even before Valkyrie’s fall. But, it was probably okay.

“Besides,” Shu muttered so quietly I almost missed it. “She might say something foolish.”

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“Why’d we hav’ t’ study,” Mika complained, slamming his head against his books. “There’s a live next week.”

I patted his back sympathetically.

“C’mon its the last question, we got this!”

We did not “got this”.

Mika and I both sucked at maths. You’d think between the two of us we’d be able to figure out what the heck the teacher had been explaining in class but nope. I frowned at my notes and Mika groaned, lifting his head from his book.

“Oshiii-sannnnn,” he whined. “Ya gotta help us.”

Shu looked up from the sheets of music he was writing.

“No.”

“Awww,” Mika pouted. “Ya know we’re no good at maths and stuff, ya gotta help us.”

“Yeah Senpai,” I chimed in. “Come on. It's the last question~”

Shu looked at me, unimpressed.

“I have already said that I will no longer help you with your homework,” Shu resumed scribbling notes on paper. “Mathematics is a very important skill.”

“Read through the question again Mika-kun,” Mademoiselle suggested. “You always forget to read them through properly. And Y/n-chan, you always write out your formulas wrong. Check it again.”

“Thanks, Mado-nee,” Mika crowed, rushing to do as she said.

“You’re the best Mado-chan,” I said, giggling at the look on Shu’s face. The embarrassed blush that spread across his face when Mademoiselle spoke his true feelings was kind of adorable.

I shook my head. Now was not the time to be thinking about that. I double-checked my formula and—sure enough—my formula was copied incorrectly.

I smiled at Shu as I corrected my answer.

“Thank you~”

He sniffed.

“Thank Mademoiselle, not me. I did nothing.”

Mika and I laughed.

“Sure thing, Oshi-san.”

Despite claiming that he wasn’t going to assist us anymore, both Shu and Mademoiselle helped us finish our homework for the week. It wasn’t like there was a lot—most of our classes were idol (or producer) related, things like music and dance. Maths, Japanese, English, and History were some of the few academic subjects that Mika and I took. Shu didn’t even take English—he took French. I shuddered every time I saw his homework. Why were there so many unnecessary letters???

Shu caught me frowning at his closed french textbook where it lay on the table and tapped me on the head with his pencil.

“Focus, Y/n, focus,”

I smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry Senpai,” I turned back to my final problem of the night. “There. All done.”

I slid the homework across the table and Shu examined it carefully. Mika noticed and frantically scribbled his final answers on his maths questions and slid the book next to mine.

Shu flicked his gaze between the books, then looked up at us.

We grinned, hopefully.

He sighed.

“The eclairs are in the fridge. You may get them.”

The loud scraping and shuffling of chairs as Mika and I frantically scrambled to the fridge wasn’t loud enough to cover Shu’s sigh. Shu’s eclairs were delicious and he only used them as bribes for homework. He refused to let us have more than two a week claiming that it would ruin all the hard work he put into making sure Mika stayed at ‘an acceptable weight’. But the limits were worth it.

I groaned as I bit into the eclair.

“I would answer a hundred maths problems if it meant I got to eat these afterwards,” I said to Mika, who nodded enthusiastically, a small bit of cream on his nose.

“I’d do anythin’ f’r Oshi-san’s cooking,” he said, wiping the cream off his nose.

“And you get to eat it every day.”

“Mhmm,” Mika nodded, closing his eyes in bliss.

“Are you two quite finished in there?” Shu raised his voice from the kitchen table. “I can hear you, you know.”

Giggling, Mika and I returned to the table to go over the preparations for the Tanabata festival.

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“Kanzaki-kun!” I shouted. “Stop pointing your sword at Hakaze-senpai.”

Souma lowered the sword slightly, turning his head towards me.

“But Y/n-dono-”

“No. Put it down. Now.”

He still hesitated, but Kanata put his hand on his shoulder.

“Hmmm, now is not the ‘time’, so~u~ma~,” he tilted his head and smiled. “y/n-chan and anzu-san are trying to ‘get’ things done~”

Souma shot another glare at Kaoru, who chuckled nervously, but sheathed his katana.

“Yes, Buchou-dono.”

I sighed, rubbing at my forehead. Tech run-throughs were the worst. Having nearly every unit in the school in the same place at the same time was next to impossible, so Anzu and I had organised it based on the student timetables. Of course, not all students in one unit were in the same grade, but we went with the majority. 

Unfortunately, that meant we had Ryuseitai, Akatsuki, Undead, and Valkyrie here at the same time. Anzu had been understanding enough to make sure fine was scheduled later in the day. An early confrontation between Tenshouin and Shu would not have been fun.

“Um, okay everybody, can we just have Undead on stage, please.” Anzu took advantage of the lack of weaponry to start the tech rehearsal. The stage cleared, the other units taking seats in the front row.

As Undead started to sing Gates of the Abyss, I made my way to stand in the tech booth. The members of the Broadcasting Committee gave me a nod before focusing on the lighting and sound.

I leaned against the wall, rubbing at my chest. I wasn’t sure if my meds were less effective lately, or if it was just the stress of the last few weeks catching up to me. I hadn’t said anything but the glares Shu kept sending in my direction told me he’d noticed something was wrong,

“Why are you overworking yourself, girl,” his glares seem to say. “I have no use for broken dolls and neither does Valkyrie.”

I sighed. A Broadcast Committee member shot me a questioning look, but I waved her off. I was fine.

After about half the song, the Broadcast Committee gave me the thumbs up, so I grabbed one of the mics as they cut the sound.

“Alright, thanks everyone, that’s all we need,” I explained. “Give your earpieces to the tech crew and you can head back to classes now.” Undead filed off the stage in an almost orderly fashion.

“Who’s next?” I asked Anzu, who had joined me in the tech booth. She pointed at the next name on the list as she scribbled down a note underneath Undead’s name.

“Okay,” I said into the mic. “Ryuseitai can you please make your way to the stage?”

From the tech booth, I saw both Tetora and Chiaki jump out of their seats, dragging their unit members with them.

“Kanata-senpai, please leave your spray bottle on your chair,” I said quickly, noticing the blue misting bottle in his hand. Kanata pouted but complied, waving his now empty hands at me to show me he’d put it down.

Ryuseitai’s run-through took a couple of songs to perfect their audio levels, but eventually, the tech team was satisfied.

Akatsuki’s rehearsal went quickly, the tech team quickly finding the correct audio levels.

“Alright, thank you Akatsuki,” I said. “Please return your headpieces to the tech crew and return to class. Valkyrie, you’re next.”

Mika jumped a little and Shu shook his head, pulling him out of his chair by his elbow. Mika stumbled a bit and a “Sorry Oshi-san” echoed through the mics. 

“Ehe,” Mika’s nervous laugh filtered through the sound system again, but he didn’t say anything else as he and Shu took their positions for Enthralling Theatre.

I had been watching them rehearse this every day for almost four weeks. It never got any less amazing. Shu’s movements led Mika across the stage as if he really was the marionette doll they were singing about. Even the tech crew was stunned. Even though they found the audio balance almost straight away, they let Valkyrie finish their performance.

“Thank you, return your headsets to the tech crew and return to class, please.”

Shu gave a sharp nod and Mika shot me a goofy grin.

I smiled. Tonight was going to be a performance worth seeing.

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My chest hurt from all the running around, preparing things for the Tanabata. I sighed, shaking my head as Hibiki-senpai’s blimp appeared in the sky and the crowd loudly cheered. At least I had prepared the paperwork in advance, though I’m sure Tenshouin would have paid any fines Wataru incurred.

Rubbing my chest, I moved to the wings of the stage to watch the performances. My work as a producer was mostly done—Anzu was taking the majority of the work onto herself, leaving me to supervise the units backstage. Not that that required much, this late in the year even the units consisting mainly of first-years knew the protocols.

There was nothing I could do except watch as Valkyrie rushed on stage to protect Ra*bits from fine. 

Their performance was spectacular. The tech rehearsal early was nothing compared to now, with the staging and lighting fully complete. Mika’s spins were perfectly timed with Shu’s movements—the illusion that Mika was moving as Shu’s puppet was near perfect. I could almost see the strings stretching from Shu’s fingers, connecting to Mika’s arms, the stage lights reflecting off the golden threads.

I could feel fine’s shock. They joined the audience in watching in silent wonder as Shu and Mika sang and danced, Shu’s art—no, Valkyrie’s art—reaching them after so long.

The lyrics of the piece Shu had been composing during our last study session echoed through my head.

Now, the song of their triumphant return shall resonate once again. The tale of the returning sovereign shall be heard once more.

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My heart was still beating fast from the adrenaline of Valkyrie’s performance as I dragged Kanata out of the fountain.

“Really, Senpai, you should know better!” I ranted, pulling him towards the stage. “You have a spray bottle for a reason!”

“Sorry, y/n-chan, i ‘forgot’ it,” Kanata smiled at me, letting me pull him along. I shook my head, pulling him in front of me and pushing him up the steps for the stage. 

“Just…don’t ruin the earpiece with your wet skin.”

“hehe,” Kanata giggled, patting me on the head. “y/n-chan ‘worries’ too much.”

I playfully slapped his hand away.

“Hurry up! Morisawa-senpai and the others are waiting for you!”

“i ‘know’. shu is ‘waiting’ for you too. hurry and ‘see’ him, okay?” With another closed-eye smile, he skipped onto the stage.

I paused, looking as Kanata joined the rest of Ryuseitai on stage against fine. That’s right…Shu had been lying by the fountain, recovering from the live. Mika was still backstage in case Valkyrie was called back for another performance—the Tanabata system ensured that all of the units would get a chance at first but once everyone had gone, it was randomised. It would be a while before Valkyrie would be called on stage again, but it was best to be prepared. 

But it was best to not leave Shu alone by the fountain. He might doze off, or worse—pass out. I had been busy all day and hadn’t been able to make sure Shu actually ate something at lunch instead of slaving over the finishing touches of the Valkyrie outfits. 

Maybe I should get him something sugary to drink…Performing with low blood sugar wouldn’t be the best idea Shu had ever had but then again, it wouldn’t be the worst one either. My mind helpfully supplied images of the time that Shu had decided that the only way to get through all of the costumes he needed to sew and his homework was to drink 3 cups of coffee and eat a chocolate croissant and proceeded to go into some sort of caffeine-fueled haze. Which was fine while he was in it…but the crash had been awful.

Needless to say, Shu was banned from coffee now.

Still, I picked up a juice from the nearest vending machine as I hurried back to the fountain. If Kanata had said Shu was waiting for me, there was probably something important he needed to tell me. My chest twinged again as I jogged to the fountain. I was going to have to see the doctor about my meds—clearly, they weren’t working properly anymore.

Shu was still lying by the fountain, in almost the same position he was in when I had forcibly dragged Kanata out of the fountain. I sat down by his head, placing the bottle of juice next to him.

“I didn’t know if you had eaten much today, so I thought I’d pick one up,” I explained, crossing my ankles and looking up at the stars. “If you don’t want it, I’ll just drink it.”

“Thank you.” Shu slowly swung himself into a sitting position, before taking a sip of the juice. “I had gotten so caught up in my preparations for tonight that lunch slipped my mind.”

I hummed in acknowledgement.

“At least you ate dinner, even if it wasn’t much.”

“I- yes. Kagehira was quite insistent.”

I nodded.

“He can be pretty stubborn at times, huh.” I giggled softly and turned to look at Shu.

He was already looking at me, an unreadable expression on his face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I asked.

Shu shook his head, but his hand moved forward a bit before he withdrew it and laid it on his lap.

“I suppose Kanata told you that I was waiting for you, didn’t he,” Shu asked, turning his gaze to the sky. I did the same, looking at the faint constellations.

“Yep~. Did you have something you wanted to tell me?”

“I…” He paused and took a deep breath, seemingly bracing himself. I frowned, worried. I didn’t want to speculate on what he was going to say but I was a little on edge.

“Y/n, I…have feelings…for you.” His gaze didn’t move from the stars above us but he shifted slightly closer to me as he spoke.

Wait, what.

“Pardon?” Surely I hadn’t heard correctly. He wasn’t going to say something like “feelings…of disgust” and play it off as a joke, right? Or worse, had the other Eccentrics put him up to this…had he somehow figured out that I liked him? I felt my heart rate start to rise as panic started.

Shu looked over at me, a light blush dusting his face.

“I like you, Y/n. I have tried to hint at it for quite some time but I…I am not the best at expressing it and I just ended up hurting you. I’m sorry…” He reached out a hand to caress my face. “Can you ever forgive me?”

My mouth opened slightly and I stared at him in shock. He…liked me? Shu, Shu Itsuki, former Emperor of Yumenosaki, my crush for the last year and a half, liked me back? I floundered, staring at him in silence, my heart beating in my ears.

Obviously, my silence was taken as something else—disgust, indifference—because Shu’s soft smile dropped and he began to move his hand from my face. Quickly, I snatched it, pushing it back against my face. Shu looked at me in shock, trying to understand what I was doing.

“Shu…I like you too…” I started. “I’ve liked you for so long…I never thought that you would like me back.” Tears began to well in my eyes and I tightened my grip on his hand.

“Y/n…” Shu gently wiped the tears from my eyes, both hands cupping my face. “Y/n…may I kiss you?”

I nodded frantically, closing my eyes and leaning in. My heart rate was so high, I could barely hear Shu’s breathing and he was two centimetres from my face. We were so close, our lips almost touching…

And then, everything went black.

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When I next opened my eyes, I was in the infirmary. Mid-morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, softly lighting the room. I blinked, pushing myself up into a sitting position. I rubbed at my eyes, clearing the sleep from them. I reached for the glass of water next to my bed, but couldn’t move my right hand.

I frowned, then looked down. Shu was tightly gripping my hand, his head resting on the side of the bed. He was in his practice clothes, his soft pink hair mussed from sleep. I smiled softly, running my left hand through his hair.

Shu liked me back.

Shu liked me back.

He liked me back and he was going to kiss me! And then I had to ruin the moment by passing out.

I groaned out loud, slamming my head back against the wall behind me. Stupid body, causing me to pass out at such an important moment! A tear of frustration trickled down my face and my hand stilled in Shu’s hair.

“Mghm…” A soft groan came from Shu and he slowly sat up. “Y/n!” He jerked upright, his eyes searching my face. “Are you alright? You suddenly passed out and I had to call Kiryu to come and carry you to the infirmary. Sagami-sensei said that you would be alright and I had to go back to the Tanabata with Kagehira.”

His grip tightened around my hand and I smiled tiredly at him.

“I’m fine, sen-...Shu. I’m just,” I leaned my head back against the wall again. “I knew my meds weren’t working properly. I’ve known for at least a week. But did I go get it checked out? Noooo~ I just had to stick it out. And now…I ruined it.”

Tears spilled down my face and I closed my eyes, wishing that I could disappear so that Shu didn’t have to see my tears.

I felt the bed shift underneath me and opened my eyes as Shu pulled me into his arms.

“Oh…mon chère…you didn’t ruin anything.” He gently stroked my hair as I sobbed harder. “Though, it pains me to hear that you knew that your medication wasn’t working and didn’t tell anyone. Though I know that it is a little hypocritical of me to talk about things like that.”

I nodded into his shoulder, my tears slowing as I listened to him talk.

“We have plenty of time, now that we’re both on the same page, yes?” Shu continued stroking my hair. “There is no need to rush, darling.” He softly kissed the top of my head.

We stayed like that for a while, Shu stroking my hair while I tightly squeezed him, my tears eventually stopping. Slowly, I pulled away, sniffling slightly.

“‘M sorry…I think I ruined your practice shirt.”

Shu smiled, handing me a tissue.

“It’ll wash out.”

The door opened with a slam.

“Oshi-san! Is she awake?”

Mika burst into the room with his usual amount of grace.

“Ngah, you are!”

“Even if she hadn’t been, you would have woken her, barging in here like that! What were you thinking, Kagehira?!?”

“Ahh sorry Y/n-chan…”

I laughed softly, blowing my nose.

“It's okay Mika-kun, I would have been overdue for a wake-up call anyway.”

“Mhm mhm! Anyway, its lunch so I brought’cha both something!” Mika smiled proudly, handing each of us a bento. “I promised Naru-chan I’d eat with her so see ya later!” And with a wave, he was gone as quickly as he came.

Sighing, I leaned against the bed frame, shuffling over as Shu moved next to me to wrap his arms around me. We sat there for a while, Mika’s bentos placed on the bedside table.

“Shu?” I asked.

“Yes, my love?”

I looked up at him but I didn’t meet his eyes.

“I know you said there’s no need to rush but…could we…maybe…kiss?” My voice got softer and softer as I went on but Shu’s soft smile encouraged me.

“Of course, mon chère.”

This time when our lips met, I didn’t pass out. The kiss was soft and unsure, but it was a kiss. And that was better than I could have imagined.

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“Ohoho~ Slave-chan, you’ll never believe what a little birdy just told me.”

I looked up from my paperwork to glare at Wataru. It was a few days after the Tanabata. Both Shu and Sagami-sensei had insisted that I take a few days off to recover and an appointment had been booked with my doctor to work out why my meds had stopped working correctly. But after only a few days, the paperwork had really piled up.

“Hibiki-senpai, I don’t have time for your dramatics right now. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

He chuckled.

“Fufu, I’m sure you are. But this was the most AMAZING~~✩ news,” he placed an elbow on the desk, cupping his face in his hand. “Are you sure you don’t want to hear it?”

I closed my eyes, briefly debating if murdering one of the Eccentrics would truly be a punishable crime. After all, if it was Wataru I would be ridding the world of a great nuisance, right? Maybe I would be free to complete paperwork without any distractions.

“What news did you hear, Senpai?”

Wataru clapped his hands.

“AMAZING~~✩ I knew you’d come around.” He was suddenly sitting on the desk next to me, instead of the seat across from me. He leaned in conspiratorially and I put down my pen to listen to him. “A little bird to me~ that a certain someone finally~ got their act together.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Senpai. I’m not up-to-date with the school gossip.”

“Oya?” He twirled his braid around his finger. “I didn’t think I would need to be more specific when this piece of news involves you.”

I felt my face flush instantly. Shu and I hadn’t told anyone yet, how did Wataru know? Did Shu tell the Eccentrics already and just hadn’t let me know?

“Ah ah ah~ I can hear your thoughts racing! Don’t worry, Shu didn’t tell me. Like I said,” he gave an exaggerated wink. “A little bird told me.”

I groaned, slamming my head onto the pile of paperwork and homework in front of me. Wataru laughed merrily.

“Such a wonderful reaction! But, getting a reaction out of you is not the only reason I came here! I had hoped to find Shu-kun sewing away in here as well, but it appears its just you. Ah well,” he sighed, standing dramatically up from the desk. “I suppose I shall just have to tease him another time.”

“Tease me about what, Wataru?”

Wataru turned to face the doorway, hair nearly whacking me in the face as I lifted my head to see Shu standing in the doorway, a box of croissants in one hand and Mademoiselle resting on his other arm.

“Ah hah! So you have appeared Shu! Such a dramatic entrance rivals one of my own!” Wataru spun around the table, arms outstretched.

Shu sighed, walking into the room, placing Mademoiselle on her usual perch before sliding the box of croissants over to me.

“I got one for you. Feel free to start while I deal with this idiot.”

Wataru gasped.

“Is that any way to treat your friends, Shu?”

“Hmph. It’s certainly the way I treat annoyances.” He crossed his arms, staring Wataru down, which was kind of funny given how much shorter than Wataru Shu was. “Why are you in my clubroom Wataru? Surely you have an actual purpose other than being unnecessarily irritating.”

“But of course!” With a flourish, he pulled an envelope out of his hair. “For you and your dear Slave-chan~”

I looked up from my croissant.

“What is it?”

“An invitation…” Shu mused. “Really…what is the point of having mobile phones if you are just going to deliver these sorts of things in person?” He handed me the piece of paper. I read it over quickly.

“A party…? What for?”

“What for? My dear Slave-chan, it's a congratulatory party! From us Eccentrics to the two of you! Congratulations on saving us from another day of your pointless pining! Congratulations for finally getting your act together! Isn’t the power of love AMAZING~~✩?”

Shu let out a long-suffering sigh, but his face was slightly flushed.

“Fine. In order to spare Y/n and myself from any more of your shenanigans, we’ll agree to attend. Now, get out of my clubroom!”

Wataru smiled widely.

“Ah, I knew you’d come around! AMAZING~~✩” And he skipped out of the room a trail of rose petals falling to the ground behind him.

Shu sighed again, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before sitting down next to me. I silently slid him the box of croissants.

“Ah, thank you, dear.”

I smiled, brushing the crumbs of my croissant off my paperwork.

“You know,” I said, as I started filling out the post-live paperwork. “I think this is the first time in nearly a year you went and got lunch all by yourself. Normally Mika-kun or I bring it to you.”

Shu hummed, carefully taking bites of his croissant.

“I guess…I wanted to do something for you instead.”

I stopped my paperwork to gape at him.

“What? Do you not believe me?” He asked as I stared at him.

“No, it's not that, I just can’t believe you said it out loud. Normally you’d be like ‘I’m perfectly capable of getting my own lunch!’ and then Mado-chan would pipe in, telling us something like ‘Shu-kun just wanted to make your life a little easier, Y/n-chan!’ y’know?”

There was a slight smile on Shu’s face from my attempts at mimicking his and Mademoiselle’s voices, but he glanced away from me.

“Well, if you prefer I can go back to that. It's just…” he paused, searching for the words. “I am trying to be clearer at communicating my feelings without Mademoiselle’s help.” ‘For you’ was left unspoken, hanging in the air around us.

He…was really serious about us, wasn’t he? Not that I had doubted him but we had only been dating for a few days and even though we’d spoken over the phone, today was the first day we had properly seen each other since the Tanabata.

I smiled at him.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

He smiled back and we kissed again, illuminated by the afternoon light streaming in through the clubroom window.

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“ReaLLY…do we haVE to uSE my secRET roOM for this…?” Natsume sighed as we watched as Wataru produced a disco ball and used his hair to attach it to the roof. Kanata laughed and clapped happily, while Rei and Shu were engaged in a rather heated discussion about the pros and cons of electric guitars and their proper place in music.

I laughed a little at Natsume’s forlorn expression, pouring him another glass of the punch he’d made earlier.

“Well, would you rather do this at someone’s house?” I asked. “The only person who lives close enough and has lax enough parental supervision is Shu and I believe this was supposed to be for him, so wouldn’t that defeat the purpose.”

Natsume took the glass from my hand and downed half of it in one gulp. I laughed harder.

“It’S noT juST foR yoU anD Shu-niiSAN,” he huffed. “It’S foR thE faCT we no lonGER haVE to watCH yoU pinE aftER eaCH otHER.”

“Hey~ I can’t disagree with you on my end but Shu pining? I can’t imagine that.”

Natsume looked at me with an expression of pure disappointment.

“No wonDER it toOK you twO so loNG to geT togetHER…” he muttered.

“Hey!”

He looked me dead in the eyes.

“LeT me recreATE a sceNE frOM the laST EccenTRICS meetING.” He cleared his throat and an imitation of Shu’s voice came out. “Ah, but I don’t deserve her. I’ve done nothing but cause her pain, just like the rest of Valkyrie…How could she ever look at me with love in her ey-”

“NATSUME!” Shu shrieked from the other side of the room. “Just what do you think you are doing?!?”

The rest of the Eccentrics burst out laughing. I looked at Shu’s embarrassed expression—his face redder than Valkyrie's stage costume, his eyes wide with fear—and I couldn’t help it. I started laughing too. Soon the room was filled with the wheezes of five people so far gone into laughter that the slightest thing set them off again. In the midst of it all, Shu stood arms crossed, pouting.

By the time we all managed to calm down, we were lying on the floor in the centre of the secret room, absolutely exhausted from our laughter.

Shu frowned down at me, hands on his hips.

“If you are quite finished, can we head home?”

I pouted up at him.

“Come on, we can stay a little longer right?”

All four of the Eccentrics on the floor turned to Shu with pleading eyes. He sighed.

“Fine…fine…we can stay.”

We all cheered and Shu rolled his eyes as he lay down on the floor next to me. I turned so I was on my side, facing him.

“Hey.”

He smiled softly.

“Hello.”

Before either of us knew it we were kissing again, ignoring our surroundings even as Wataru cheered, Rei wolf-whistled, Natsume groaned, and Kanata giggled.

A perfect ending to a perfect day.

[rui-drawsbox]

I’m back on my bullshit 😔. (This got real long as I was writing it so I had to add the keep reading thing for everyone’s sake)

so… Mika as a bit of a villain, a bit of an evildooer, a bit of a malicious man. Would he transform like the magical knights or would he have to manually change outfits? Cuz I doubt that he would just go out without covering his face or disguising himself. If he has powers I would assume he gets his own special form, like an evil magical girl lmao.

Also, I was thinking about Bingus 💀. Mostly the actual threat he could pose to the magical knights. He feels like the type to use henchmen/an army of mindless henchmen, like an army of living dolls.

So, Mika’s powers, if he has em. Personally I don’t know whether he would, he could just be real good in a scrap or have powers given to him by Shu, or he could have magic of his own. If he did have magic of his own I feel like it would be something he didn’t really know to use before Shu got involved with him.

On the topic of Mika’s powers (again), I’m not sure what they would be exactly. I have a couple ideas, shadow manipulation, some kind of physical enhancement thing that lets him fight on past the point of serious injury and do physical feats that shouldn’t be possible (like bending his spine in ways it shouldn’t, or lifting cars and shit like that), or bringing plushies to life, or something to do with crows. Idk man, he has so many options but being a villain and all means he can have more than one to make him threatening : D (I’m getting tempted to write 😔)

Also what weapon would he use? I feel like he’d wield something unconventional, like a chainsaw or those giant pairs of scissors that you see in anime. Alternatively he could wield something graceful like a lance or spear (maybe one that resembles a big sewing needle ✨). Plus with the reach that the spear would have it would make him more menacing, especially in a fight against people wielding swords (cough cough the knights). Either way he’d be terrifying in a fight, I can just feel it. He’s so pathetic but if you hand him a weapon he’s fucking scary. (I really want to draw him lmao)

ALSO JUST HAD A THOUGHT!!! Shu and Mika fighting together could be really cool cuz if Mika has that body enhancement power where he can be injured beyond what’s possible for a normal human and still fight Shu could manipulate him like a doll to fight viciously. I have fight scene ideas in my head. Like straight up angsty shit tbh.

maybe Mika doesn’t know Arashi is a magical knight, and after he finds out he doesn’t want to fight her anymore but Shu pushes him on and actively makes him fight with like his powers or something. Puppet master Shu <<<333

losing my mind rn, anyways Mika screaming and crying while being forced to actively fight Arashi <<33 let him cry 😎 (I love Mika so much but like I want to see him crying sometimes)

Also Shu regretting his actions after realizing how torn up Mika is (emotionally, not just physically for once) after fighting Arashi. Shu redemption arc? Nah, that’s for season two, he’s a villain, he’s gonna double down on his shitty behavior by internalizing all of this and pushing Mika away while yelling excuses to get Mika to leave. Like calling him broken or useless because he knows it will get Mika to leave him. 🫠 I love writing too much, angst specifically.

also Mika bonding with knights at school before the reveal and seeing them as his first actual friends and companions outside of Shu. I feel like that would be really cute.

back to the girl boss and her friends cuz I’ve talked about Mika enough for now.

ARASHI AND KNIGHTS NOT BEING FRIENDS BEFORE ALL THIS BULLSHIT (except Ritsu, girlies gotta be girlies ya know?) AND BONDING OVER ALL OF THIS SHIT AND GROWING TO CARE ABOUT EACHOTHER LIKE A REAL FAMILY.

they should go sing karaoke together with Mika.

also just them doing domestic stuff together in general. Like having a movie night or cooking together.

ALSO, ya know how a lot of magical girl shows have like second forms or power ups that get revealed around the mid season, and how these are sometimes locked behind character based trials? Like, some character development has to happen first before the character can start using this more powerful magic?

I’ve been thinking. 😔 still don’t have words for these thoughts tho so I’ll be back.

Mika should unlock his true magical knight form, when.. OH HOLY SHIT HE COUKD BE LJKE A DARK KNIGHT, WAIT OH MY GOD I JUST HAD THIS THOUGHT!!! Back to what I was saying, he could unlock his true magical knight form after he leave Shu and, and! Decides to forgive him and actively starts working with the knights to save Shu from himself. Now that I’m thinking on it more, I feel like this would be more of a self actualization thing for mika. He’s finally making a decision for himself, and it goes against Shu’s wishes completely. Maybe he could get his actual powers in a burst of righteous fury over one of Shu’s self destructive actions :):):) broseph should grab that pretty boy by the collar and scream at him for once. It would do Shu some good to be yelled at occasionally, humble him.

I’m gonna shut the fuck up now. Arashi’s super magical girl form should be queen related cuz she’s the queen of knights, yada yada, I need to continue unpacking my stuff from my recent move, so I’m done opening my skull like a trap door and pouring the contents into your ask box for now.

I’ll be back (assume the tone was menacing, like an old wizard who speaks of the end times)

Your au is so fucking cool btw, thank you for the brain worms :):):)

Replying this took way more time than i thought because turns out i cant think in words lmao, so i sketched all the ideas i got from this in my free time the past days ksbxk

Starting with Mika and weapons! (And other's weapons but mainly Mika)

Yea hes pathetic but also the biggest menace with a weapon. At first i thought about double swords or some fact double weapon (u can see i recently watched the puss in boots movie) but i also like the idea of showing how inhumanly strong he is with his weapon, so a Claymore! A Big ass sword that is weird not being scared of getting closer! Im talking about his henchemen moment, because after all his redemption arc i feel like giving him a more futuristic spear, kind of like a sewing needle yea (i didn't drew that cuz i thought about It after but u get It?)

Now designs! My favorite parts! Henchemen!Mika:

An easy to fix/change-specific-parts uniform! Provided by his boss!

I honestly think he would not be completly human, mabye a genetically modified one or entirely artificial. I mean, if Knights are getting their powers from some random alien why not artificial people? I like the idea of his body being like a wooden doll, those which all their joints are joined by an elastic inside the body (or reference dolls for artists if is easier to search?), so he could stretch/broke his bones all he wants without worrying, besides, if his skin is hurt badly Shu would "heal" It for the sake of his incognito mode!

After redemption!Mika:

Dont focus in the colors--I'll fix It when i make everyone's outfits in digital skdjjs

Futuristic! Neon! Transparent parts of clothing! Bold shapes! Mika is now a brand new person, letting behind his heavy past focused on obedience to live his own life! In part thats why i wanted to give this version of him a spear, because its a lot more lighter than the Claymore and can be used a lot more freely!

Now the rest of Knights designs! Ritsu, Leo and Tsukasa:

(Tsukasa sword is in the wrong hand but lets ignore that)

Ritsu's skirt is really puffy, mainly because It makes me think its extremely comfy and soft like a cloud should feel! His cape is in the right side so It won't bother when using his sword

Leo skirt is parted at the side so he isnt limited by the cloth when fighting, talking about that! I gave him two swords mainly because hes ambidextrous but also because he gives me messy figther vibes, specially having fun when is surrounded

Tsukasa always gave me the most classical knight vibes, so he has the most simplest but not less elegant outfit! Really, search Female Knight and at least in the first five images there's someone with a similar skirt/naked legs

Now with some random ideas: i would LOVE the idea of Knights adopting Mika after he's dumped by Shu, It would be like Arashi taking care two times at week, the others one day at week and the free day they do a sleepover all together! It would be like that until him and Shu make up in the second season lmao. And yes It would be a heavy angst, the series starts with Arashi learning how to be a Magical Girl and making friends along the way and then It finish being super dramatic and sad. The only thing that could recover watchers from the finale is the classic outro where It shows everyone's getting along, Shu being scolded by Mika for being rude to someone and the final image is the graduation photo with everyone showing their diplomas and jumping like the good ol' Friends they are JWJDJJA

But no yea, come back anytime, i love reading all your ideas for the au! Theyre very creative and is super fun to imagine all the situations you describe!

[glumet-shadow]

The castle of sand that was washed away.

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The old valkyrie was gone, replaced by a Phoenix rising from its ashes. Its star attraction Nito Nazuna left after a certain incident. Shu was almost broken like the very dolls he so longed to care for. And Mika, well Mika was alright but very torn.

The Emperor as he was called among students was away. Very few remained when the transfer student came. The rift from the war growing ever more, when the revolution started. Then she went missing, noone knew but a certain mirror in Natsume's secret study was the culprit. Whisked away to wonderland, but noone knew. Noone but those residing in this wonderland. But in such a wonderland there had to be rules, if someone was reborn they had to lose their memories, lest they break like a doll. This wonderland was deadly, a god's footsteps resulted in the heartbeat of a demon's heart. In the mirror a soul resides, not one of self loathing but of selflessness.

NEGI, the girl who defied death saw this wonderland, of course she did. She was reborn there, when the pierrot began to play his flute upon the night of a full moon. But she didn't lose any memories. Leading her down a dark path, when she saw Anzu, the transfer student, her heart pumped again. Out of loathing, she was here with no memories. She looked up to the moon, and felt peace. As if someone said 'she is needed' to NEGI. NEGI led Anzu to the palace within the wonderland. There stood seven thrones. The far right had a man holding a doll, the man looked like Shu, a man anzu had known previously. Shu stepped down and greeted her with fondness, but Anzu didn't remember him. Of course, the rules of the world were quite limiting. But not to the gods of the world. 'Eden' as they called themselves ruled this wonderland. They made the rules.

A man behind the thrones walked forward, he looked almost undead. Like a vampire... Anzu felt uneasy and began to back away in fear. All she could hear was someone calling out to her, shaking her to wake up.

Then it went black, Anzu saw Shu and Mika above her. Nazuna stood in the corner, it was all a dream. But it felt real.. And NEGI was with them. Natsume grinned in the corner, so one of his mirrors was really magic. He just had to wonder, what other mirrors that he had held secrets.

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Okay what do you all think of this little prolouge to enstars x twst? I came up with this kinda on the spot. Do you guys want me to delve into this mirror story more or go to the next one? Answer in the comments if you want have input.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS 155

Spoiler for my stories

-PRESENT

"should we go to Blood place since he still did not show up for days?" Reaper ask as stared at the pinky in the table. Almost everyone, except for Blood, mofumofu, and Purple is here. Hallow did went to get more food.

"Let him root in hell." Addy plainly stared as he take another mochi to eat. He was invited by Hollow with the three kitties. "Hey now don't be like that!" Reaper says which Adimite ignores as he feed Kuma, Then Kitty then Mika some mochis.

"People without sense of self but world order is a piece of garbage." The gem added as he remembers some words from that weirdo who call himself a doctor. "Just write a script and he will follow like a mindless puppet--"

"shut up." Bee who heard the word puppet remembers the words of Aira when the Chaos is at their universe. aira treated everyone who cannot control their fate as puppet. Mindless puppet.

"How can you say you aren't like him? Another puppet in this stage play.... Honestly. You better not bad mouth blood or I'll be your problem." Even how much a love rival Blood is. He can't help but be defensive. Blood is close to him after all.

"please stop."-Reaper (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

"so what? I don't give a flying care if I am." Addy smiles at Bee. "At least I am real. But what about you? What are you?" Before he can say more, the table was flip and he found himself being crash by Bee grip.

His brittle body crash in small pressure that Bee held on him. The fae who's on top of him show no sign of sanity while he only see enemy in front of him.

"Shut up.shut up.shut up." The fae mumble like a broken tape as sea and Doll tried to remove his grip on Addy.

"hey I brought the ice cream mochi --" Hallow come and saw the chaos. "ADDY!" he quickly tried to help his friend but bee just stared at his direction as his left eyes glow in chaos and a spider web appear underneath, activating Soul link with blood.

He use blood ability to manipulate shadows hands and thrown everyone away and chain them to the wall as he crash the gem like his out of his mind.

"ILL SAVE YA!" A meow can be heard, as a dazzling gem run toward Bee to save Adimite but at the moment he forgotten how to do so.

"HELPPPPPPPP" He screams as he run away from the shadows hands but it all been deflected by Kuma who aid him with kitty being carried by the neck by him.

"mkay! Thank ya!" Mika manage to approach Addy and that moment his eyes shine and Adimite who he lick in the cheek disappears with all the shards of him.

"Okii!" The kitty run toward Kuma and Kitty and the three booked out when another big cat, Mamacat appear and teleported them away, before a large shadow hand crash that place with a punch.

Bee stared at the direction as his soul link disappear and returning him back to his normal outfit.

His eyes that was lifeless slowly regain it's light as realization comes into him. He sigh as he fix the table. "Omea going to hate me for losing control. I'm not better than my other self..." He mumble feeling depress about it.

"That's what you care about ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ?!" Doll cannot believe this.

"I mean I felt bad about it... Only like a bit since Blood told me not to bully those who's weaker." Bee. (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

"your so strong bee! Also what was that earlier? You suddenly seems like blood for a moment... Minus the rizz." -Hallow commented. He was very worried about his friend but he was taken away by the cats maybe his fine since he is the lord of those kitty for some reason. He would go check on him late when his free.

"..." BEE CANNOT BELIEVE HALLOW SAID EVEN HIS SOUL LINK WITH BLOOD, HE CANNOT HAVE THE RIZZ.

"....." Sea stared at the fallen mochi in the floor, he suddenly felt depression as he tried to pick it up but reaper pulled his hand away."that's dirty."

"..." -Sea. But I still don't get my own share! Life is not fair.

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Heaven and Hell 19

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Natsume, Kanata

Translator: Mika Enstars

"You “should not” force yourself to talk “too much”, Shu. I “worry” your “soul” will slip out alongside your “voice”."

Season: Autumn

Location: fine Stage (Past)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Shu: Your complexion looks terrible, little boy.

Natsume: …You shouldn’t be the one telling me that, Shu-niisan.

Is it safe for you to come heRE? I’m a fortune tellER, not a psychotherapiST, I can’t tell you what’s right to dO, but…

Your mental health has broken down noticeably since autuMN, Shu-niisan.

Shu: I’m fine. All of you are here.

Even if everyone else here are all enemies, you see.

It’s always been that way for me. I’ve always thought that everyone surrounding me is my enemy.

It is why I was so pressed to open the eyes of the vulgar masses who understood nothing.

However, as I continued to recklessly challenge myself against this vague world, I began to be joined by fellow companions who came to my side, despite such exasperation towards me.

Of course, this doesn’t refer to you, the Five Eccentrics.

But about the children of Valkyrie of whom I called my dolls, and turned into pawns.

It’s too late to realize it now, however.

Alas, I have brought needless shame upon those kids who had devoted themselves to me and offered me their support. We fell into a trap and swam in a cesspool of manure, all because of my own shallow-mindedness and arrogance.

I have dirtied those beautiful children. I have dirtied their youths.

That is what I regret the very most.

If only I could do it over—

No, that is a foolish thing to say.

Life is precious and beautiful solely because it cannot be redone.

Natsume: (Nii-san really doesn’t seem to be mentally weLL… He’s mumbling about abstract things in a quiet voiCE. It’s a little scaRY.)

(BuT, the words he’s mumbling are more positive than I expectED. No, they’re filled with self-reflection and the will to improve himseLF.)

(Niisan didn’t just break and stOP. I think he's just saving up strength so that he can get back on his feet in a more skillful fashion one dAY.)

(That’s whY, I’m sure you’ll be fiNE, Shu-niisan.)

Kanata: You “should not” force yourself to talk “too much”, Shu.

I “worry” your “soul” will slip out alongside your “voice”.

Shu: As always, what you say doesn’t make any scientific sense.

Kanata: There is more that “exists” in this world than what is recognized by "science".

You need to be more like myself, probably.

Natsume: (On the other haND, Kanata-niisan appears to be fine.)

(It’s as if he hasn’t been defeated at aLL, like he hasn’t lost a thiNG.)

(It’s like the calamity that struck the Five Eccentrics somehow never existED.)

You’re stroNG, Kanata-niisan.

Kanata: No, no, I am not strong. I am weak, helpless, and always the one being saved.

Kanata: It’s simply because, unlike Shu, I had been “finished off” by gentle people.

And, I was “saved” by kind, strong people.

That is why I am so energetic. I am a “fish” out of water, flopping vigorously.

And so, because I am fine, I want to support everyone.

I do want to just be given, but to give, this time around.

We have gone through a bad experience. We have been hated, bullied, and trampled by everyone.

But, if I am able to give something “kind” in “return”…

Little by little, I feel that this strange “world” can even become something soft, warm, and “wonderful”.

So that is what I want to do, and will do, now. It is difficult to explain, ehehe.

I want to “digest” the “bad things” given to me, and turn it into something beautiful.

I’m sure that is what my “role” is originally supposed to do.

Thanks to everyone, I have realized this.

That is why I am able to say that I am glad for this.

So this all wasn’t just “senseless incident” that nothing good could have come out of… I’m sure.

Natsume: Learn from our mistakes and tragediES, and grow as human beinGS, huH?

You’re also very positive about thIS, Kanata-niisan.

Kanata: I can’t “force” Nacchan to also be, though. If you don’t like it, it’s okay to say you don’t like it, and it’s okay to cry if you want to.

But, once you’ve cleared it up and feel better, let us start walking again.

With our own two “feet” that were given to us.

Look, Wataru seems to be doing so as well.

Natsume: Wataru-niisan—

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[marykaxmuses]

How adorable are you?  

Mika is 500% adorable. So adorable it breaks the 4rth wall.

Mika.exe stopped working.

[shimmershae]

Right Here (a Walking Dead one ficlet, Caryl + Lydia).

So.  I’ve failed rather spectacularly with the challenge I set for myself, writing a little something for every day of November, but I bring to you this small offering as an apology.  

Spoilers for 11.23.  Creative liberties, too.  Wherein Carol and Daryl keep one more vigil. 

Typos and other mistakes are all mine.  I’ve been ruminating on this damn thing for over a week, lol.  Time to set it free into the world at large, warts and all.  

Enjoy.  

They depose Pamela.  

 Set fire to the Commonwealth and all it stands for.  Figuratively speaking.  

 Mostly.  

 Mostly.  

 And yet? Hours after the first shots have faded into distant echoes, the scorching heat of hellfire still flushes Carol’s tear-streaked cheeks.  Soot coats her tongue in heavy, choked silence.  Her nerve endings are flayed raw, angry and incandescent from the sparks of pain that still pulse straightaway to her heart.  She’s burning, she’s burning, she’s…

 “Hey.”  

 Daryl’s voice is infinitely soft, the way it always used to be before she broke his trust, before she broke them.  Ordinarily, it’d be a welcome balm for her worries.  But here?  Now? It scrapes painfully across her weary bones.  It strips them of their carefully hewn armor and transports her to a different time. A different place.  In an instant, she can smell nothing but wood smoke. See nothing but vermilion flames greedily swallowing up Hershel’s barn.  A funeral pyre not just for her lost daughter but for her former self. Then Daryl clears his throat, breathing her name between the span of two heartbeats, Lydia’s heartbeats, and Carol’s focus sharpens.  It narrows in on the still figure of the young girl that against all odds?  Had taken root in all the little crevices of her broken heart and bloomed where all hope was thought lost.  She draws her lip between her teeth to halt its tremble and resolutely ignores the flare of heat behind her eyes that threatens more tears.  

 “She’s gonna be okay.”  

 Carol wants to believe.  She aches to possess one tenth of Daryl’s conviction.  But they’ve been here before and hope?  Can be one of the cruelest four-letter words of all.  She closes her eyes and sees Elijah again, emerging from billowing smoke and chaos with Lydia cradled in his arms like a crumpled, bloodied, one-armed doll and her tears escape of their own accord.  This wasn’t supposed to be happening.  Lydia was supposed to break the hellish cycle.  Unlike Sophia.  Unlike Lizzie or Mika.  Unlike Beth. Head bowed, hoarse sob clawing free, she confesses.  “She was supposed to be the one.  The one we…”

 “Gotta stop talkin’ like she’s already gone.”  

 “Daryl.”  

 “She ain’t.”

 Her gaze drifts to Daryl’s hand.  It’s the only part of him she can bear to look at right now.  If she dares look in his eyes, she fears the inferno will rage higher.  Spread faster.  She looks at Daryl’s hand and watches his calloused fingertips touch Lydia’s pale skin with infinite gentleness.  He’s careful to avoid the various tubes he finds there, bypassing them to trace the rainbow configuration of bruises left behind by Tomi’s desperate bid to find a patent vessel.  To find a conduit to pump life-saving blood and fluids and antibiotics into Lydia’s system before infection took its insidious hold.  He thumbs the sleeve of the too-big gown that dwarfs her, that makes her look all of twelve years old, and Carol hears his breath stutter and catch.  Breaching the distance between them, she gathers his hand in her own before she can second guess herself and weaves their fingers together, holding on tight.  “She’s right here.”  It’s a reminder.  It’s somehow a promise.  It’s the exact right thing to say, because Daryl uses their handhold to pull her close and wrap a strong arm around her.  His nose nuzzles her hair as he echoes it right back to her.  

 “She’s right here. And she’s puttin’ up one helluva fight.”

 Nestled safe in Daryl’s arms, soothed by the steady beat of his heart, Carol feels the blaze, like her tears, start to recede.  

 “Why don’t you go on and sleep now?”  

 “But Lydia.”

 “Between Ass Kicker and all the other shit that’s gone down, ain’t seen you close them eyes in days.  I’ll wake you soon as she does.”  

 His promise rumbles beneath her ear and Carol’s reminded of how so much could have gone wrong. How so much did.  Judith’s holding court in a hospital bed just down the hall, no doubt showing off her war wounds to RJ and Hershel.  She’s got youth and the survival skills she’s learned from everyone that’s ever loved her on her side.  Others?  They weren’t so lucky.  Lydia, though?  “She’s the one…”  

 “…we both get to save.  Sleep, Carol. Do this for me.”  

 Carol feels herself fading.  Feels the flames ebb, dying down to mere flickers.  “The minute,” she mutters into the worn fabric of his shirt.  “I mean it, Pookie.”  Daryl’s answering huff of a laugh brings a tired smile to her lips and for once?  She doesn’t fight it.  She lets the love she feels for him consume her, and it leaves nothing but banked embers in its wake.  She’s okay with that.  

 That’s the thing about Phoenixes.  

[mypastellittleworld]

I think i will post sth just to tell people that this account isn’t die (yet) 👍

This year I watched a lot of stages and every stage made me feel like i can see myself when i was young. That personality had long lost from my memories but watching butais… i came to remember why i’ve always love “the stage”.

It can’t be changed that i lose desire to stand as a performer. I ran away from my past but i knew one thing: i never hate “stages” and i’d never be.

I love lightings, bgm, decorations, and every single movement of stages. I just… love them so much. I’m more than 100000% sure that i no longer suitable to perform but… you can’t deny your inner thoughts, right? I love stages and i still do. Butais proved me that.

I wonder what im gonna do in the future. I do have plan but it’s not like sth that i can do now so maybe i need more time. I asked myself every morning whether im doing fine or not. Everyone around me seems to be happy since they got to do what they wanted. They’re tired but fulfilled. They got their own “thoughts” while i’ve always acted according to what my parents wanted me to do. I didn’t think about my heart much since i didn’t have another choice other than obeyed my parents.

I’m tired of everything, but not the stages i’ve always being told to forget it.

So… i wrote this because i’m happy to know that at least i’ve my <own> thought. If Shu wanted Mika to live as a doll like my parents told me to do what i must do, my life back then should be considered as a doll as well. I did tell myself that it’s okay to abandon my feelings as long as my parents still love me, but in fact it wasn’t. I realized later that my heart has been broken into countless pieces which i can’t even fix them. I just gathered them together and continue my daily life because my parents told me i must not abandon my responsibilities.

In enstars, Shu wants Mika to become human while Mika starts to learn how to love a human-side of himself. I can related to that. I mean, my friends want me to stay true to my feelings and my life is my life. I can do whatever i want that it won’t trouble others. Somehow… watching these butais made me understand myself more than before. I threw away my imagination and dream to satisfy my parents, but i know now how much those fantasy precious to me.

I just want to say that i’m happy to see a lot of people start to love watching butai or stage play. There are soooo many of us who have lost our ways but you might found sth laying deep within your heart by watching stage plays. No matter how much i want to say thank you, it won’t be enough.

I hope lots and lots will open their hearts and watch stage plays. Its magic can turn your whole life though! 🤣

I’m mumbling nonsense once again but i guess no one read my blog so maybe it’s fine(?) hahahaha

If any of you want to talk to me, no need to feel scare and send me a private message! I don’t think i’d get notification fast enough to reply instantly but i promise i will answer every single thing you asked.

Truly, my pastel little world right? ;D

P.s. EVERYONE PLEASE LISTEN TO HAJIME AND SHUN NEWEST DUET BECAUSE ITS AMAZING

Ryouhei-san is just… (　˙-˙　)(、._. )、(´；_；)ノ♡ haaaaaaahhhhhhh T T

P.s.2 You need to use VPN to login into Spotify and stay connect until you decided to stop listen! If you live outside JP and your account is premium, you can’t use that account since they knew that we’re being an outsider. It’s fine to use some of your leftover-email to login though. Just don’t forget that your VPN must stay CONNECTED!! 😂

Now go and listen!!! IT’S A MUST!!!

Light & Dark (Hajime + Shun duet)

When I got a chance to watch TsukiSta 14 rabbits kingdom, i promise that im gonna be crazier than today 🧐🙏

[pitxroxas]

Up next, Characters!!

⚠️Please note that everything here isn’t set in stone yet!!⚠️

Characters

-Tsukasa Suou (A Knight from the Tsukinaga Kingdom. He's 21 and has always wanted to be a Knight. He's well rounded in Archery, Mounted Archery, Swordplay and Singing. He's also pretty crazy about horses so anything related to that gets him going. He values Friendship and Honesty above anything else.)

-Shu Itsuki (One of the founding Alchemists. He's about 26 in this AU and values creation and isolation over everything. He's amazing at sewing and adores taliorship over a lot.. more important things.)

-Mika Kagehira (Current Apprentice of Shu Itsuki... turned into a cat.. by accident. Shu hasn't got the energy to transfigure him back so for now-- a little angry kitty who'll protect Shu with his life.) (And fight Tsukasa... at all times)

-Nazuna Nito (Shu's very first doll, and first broken doll as well. She is nothing more than a reflection of his mistakes. She's free now, but when she was in Shu's grasp, she was nothing. Nito is nothing more than a mirror to Shu.)

-Leo Tsukinaga (The King of the Tsukinaga Kingdom, head of the Royal Guard and most annoying person ever. It’s rumored in the castle that he’s dating the captain of the royal guard, Izumi Sena, but that has not been confirmed by both parties.)

-Izumi Sena (Captain of the Royal Guard. Right hand man of the King and leader among all. It’s also rumored in the castle that he’s dating the King, but he refuses to admit it— also he punishes anyone in the Guard for confronting him about it.)

-Ritsu Sakuma (Strategist of the Royal Guard. His brother is the Alchemist of Destruction, fortunately or unfortunately, he practically bears the weight of his brother’s sins. Ritsu takes pride in his strategies— especially the ones on the fly.)

-Arashi Narukami (Member of the Royal Guard. Albeit, her position may seem like not much, but she plays a critical role in defusing situations and her quick work with make-up makes her an amazing cover for any future operations)

-Rei Sakuma (Alchemist of Destruction. Older brother to Ritsu, and leader of his own branch. Duh. Not much is to say about him, he simply takes pride in his brother and his branch.)

-Sora Harukawa (Apprentice of Balance. One of Natsume’s closest friends and second Apprentice. Sora can see “colors” [albeit hard to explain to other users] and traces of magic + runes. Thus becoming more of an aid to him than anything. Sora values friendship and discovery above all ^-^) [I love him dearly]

-Natsume Sakasaki (Alchemist of Balance. He lives in a tower with Tsumugi and Sora in the desert, where they study the Balance branch of Alchemy. He takes great pride in his friends work— and his own.)

-Kanata Shinkai (Alchemist of Potionology. He’s a healer and Scientist in one— Kanata values life above all and tries his best to preserve it.)

-Wataru Hibiki (Alchemist of Transmutation. In the day, a traveling performer. But when night falls, an Assassin for the emperor. But of course, it’s all in the script. And Hibiki will never stray from the script.)

-Eichi Tenshouin (The Emperor who started this horrid war in the first place. He who holds Transmutation in his fist… A love sick idiot, if you will. He who rules Ordin— higher than Tsukinaga.)

-Madara Mikejima (A secret third thing :)

-Ryuseitai (Kanata saves their leader— Chiaki, with one of his potions… and they swore to follow Kanata… Kanata swore to follow them !)

-Tsumugi Aoba (Apprentice of Balance. The first Apprentice of Balance, an ex-Holy Knight for the Emperor. In fact, he was their captain, but after the war, he too went into hiding. Natsume took him in though, reluctantly or not.)

-Nagisa Ran (Ex-Holy Knight during the war. Literally just a dude. He travels around with Hiyori to see the sights of the world… rocks… he’s all about discovery and adventure. He can still fight but rather prefers not to.)

-Hiyori Tomoe (Ex-Holy Knight during the war. #1 Eichi hater and if he could throw a coup— he would. He travels Ordin with Nagisa. Hiyori can fight but only uses it as defense rather than actual. Fighting y’know.)

-Tori Himemiya (Heir to head of Himemiya family. Trade merchant who acts like a literal princess. Childhood friends with Tsukasa and loves getting into fights with him just for the sake of doing so.)

-Yuzuru Fushimi (Tori’s Butler. Tori’s personal butler, and assassin. Not much is known about him… and it’s better that way.)

-Ra*bits (Nito’s new family— after she was free she found these three kids from different kingdoms— and cared for them as her own.)

<- Prev (Magic System) || Next-> (Shukasa)

[katsushika-division]

“Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.”

(TW: Mentions of underage sexual abuse, forced body modifications, and child p*rnography)

Timeline

Age 0:

Is born to Fumiya Kisaragi and Mika Igarashi

Age 6:

Is abandoned at an orphanage by his parents 

Age 7: 

Is adopted by Kazuko Shimizu 

Is forced to star in child p*rnography videos becoming well known throughout the dark web under the name "Momo-chan" 

Is pulled out of school under the guise of being "homeschooled"

Is kept chained in a room inside the basement

Age 10:

Is forcibly castrated by Kazuko as a way to prevent him from going through puberty

Kazuko forces Touya to undergo sex change surgery

Age 12:

Murders Kazuko by carving her heart out of her chest 

Runs away and ends up on the streets 

Meets Haruka Souma, who takes him under her wing 

Age 13:

Haruka dies trying to protect Touya during an altercation with an older man 

Suffers a psychotic breakdown his mind breaking after years of trauma 

Begins moving around the country never staying in one place 

Gains the alias the "Sweetheart Killer" who is known for carving his victims' hearts out with a knife 

Age 21:

Is brought to a police station for prostitution

His DNA is run through the system connecting him to his crimes as the Sweetheart Killer 

Is arrested  

Is found guilty of his crimes and sentenced to death 

Is sent to the Katsushika Maximum Correctional Facility 

Meets Akihisa Mashiro and Rintaro Himura 

Age 22:

Present.

Is given a deal by Chuohku to form a team and enter the Division Rap Battles and he can get off death row 

Accepts the deal 

Chuohku implants a micro-bomb in his neck in order to insure obedience

Is given temporary freedom by Chuohku

Joins the Katsushika Division rap battle team, Death Row Block, alongside Akihisa Mashiro and Rintaro Himura 

Schedule

12:00 a.m. - 7:00 a.m.: Asleep

7:00 a.m. - 7:30 a.m.: Awakens and gets ready for the day

7:30 a.m. - 8:00 a.m.: Eats breakfast with everyone 

8:00 a.m. - 9:00 a.m.: Watches cartoons

9:00 a.m. - 11:00 a.m.: Appointment with psychiatrist alongside Akihisa and Rintaro  

11:00 a.m. - 12:00 p.m.: Visits parole officer alongside Akihisa and Rintaro 

12:00 p.m. - 1:00 p.m.: Lunch 

1:00 p.m. - 3:00 p.m.: Online G.E.D Classes

4:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m.: Watches cartoons 

6:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m.: Dinner with everyone 

7:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m.: Spends time with everyone 

9:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.: Showers and gets ready for bed

10:00 p.m.  - 12:00 a.m.: Asleep

Regular Hashtags

#Finally Have A Family 

#Doll Collection

#Sweet As Sugar

Trauma Hashtags

#Dirty and Broken 

#STOP TOUCHING ME

#Unloved 

Other Info

Hobby: Gymnastics/Acrobatics 

Weakness: Extremely Unstable 

Trauma: "Mama did so many horrible things to me." 

Twitter: @DarlingTouya 

Drinks: Yes

Smokes: No 

Special Skill: "I can bend my body into weird angles." 

Intro Quote: "Hi~! I'm Touya~! Hm? Why do you look so afraid?"

Trauma Quote: "MAMA! PLEASE! I’LL BE GOOD! DON'T MAKE ME DO IT-!"