#“Otouto don't look.”

[silicated]

[sunbeamah]

Would you consider the making a fic where the Kusozu Brothers react to Canon or meeting canon?

I'd just like to sincerely apologise for how long this took, I truly am so sorry. I started writing as soon as you sent this, and went through about seven drafts before I realised that I'm really not good enough to write ten characters meeting alternate versions of themselves-- so I hope you'll accept Sukuna's Exploits in Canon and the headcanons beneath the cut!

Choso

Choso hates almost everyone in canon.

He hates the coach from episode 1;

"Why is he, as a schoolteacher, blackmailing students, making bets with them and changing what club you signed up for??? CREEP!

Megumi,

"Why does he have to be in this?"

Sorcerers,

"EXECUTED?!"

Gojo,

"IN HIS BASEMENT??????"

Nobara,

"You're not an idiot, Otouto, don't listen to her."

Junpei,

"If he just listened to you (Yuuji) he wouldn't have traumatised you by dying!"

Todo,

Now at first he liked Todo. He knows that's Yuki's younger brother for one, and on top of that the first thing Todo does is try to beat Megumi half to death

"Omg I love that kid."

When Yuuji and Todo fight, things start to slip a bit..

"I like that kid way less now."

And when Todo calls Yuuji brother.......

"I hate that kid now. Who does he think he is? I'm your big brother. Not him. You already have Eso, why do you need another tall, tan, muscular brother??"

Yuuji: Well--

Sukuna: Well nothing, whip me out, I'll show him whose 'buraza' you are.

Choso likes Nanami though.

When his brothers are like "??? Just like that?" he goes:

"I liked it when he said that Yuuji's the child and he's the adult. It seems like, though he;s endeared by Yuuji, he still maintains and appropriate and professional distance with him. And he's protecting you two (Sukuna and Yuuji) while we're off doing whatever it is we're doing.

Which begs the question! What are they doing?

When the death paintings are introduced, Choso is excited! And then the fight happens. Way less excited.

If they were watching JJK as a tv show, this is where Choso stops watching. They can try to make him come back all they like, Choso is NOT standing for it. Even if they get him to watch s2, as soon as he sees Gojo he's leaving.

If they made him see himself... I think he'd break the TV as soon as he struck Yuuji for the first time

And if they showed him his final scene, I think he'd weep in relief. And be excited that Yuki rocked up!

Eso

For the whole of season one, he's waiting for his debut.

"This is so boring when do we show up?"

"Imagine if Yuuji left us back in Sendai."

"If I were there Junpei would've lived. Just saying."

"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Bring me in I'll shut Sukuna up."

BUT! There are some highlights for him. Such as:

Nanami.

Eso, licking his lips: You reckon he's (Nanamin's) ever been outta the country?

Yuuji: Eso-nii you are NOT fucking my train bestie.

Eso: "I'll take you to Malaysia baby."

Megumi!

During the fight with Todo he's cheering him on hard out.

"Yeah get him Megumi!! Finish summoning whatever that is, I've been seeing it! Actually do it this time! 4th time's the charm! Beat his ass!!" (It's his Mahoraga fists)

Other than that, it's been a dull watch for him.

Until they appear!:

Eso: FINALLY!

Kechizu: it’s us!!!!!! Niichan why do you look like you haven’t slept in 100 years

Sukuna: Wdym, he looks the exact same

Yuuji: I hate to say it, Choso-nii, but… he’s right.

Choso: They’re not that bad.. (pulls out his phone to check)

Choso:

Choso: Oh. 

Eso: Hey wait, why are we asking why Niisan looks like that, when we should be asking..

Kechizu: Shut up

Eso: Why YOU look like THAT

Yuuji: Ooooo I love the body horror

Kechizu: !!? BODY HORROR! 

Sukuna: He looks cooler than you do.

Yuuji: I look the same though?

Sukuna: yeah exactly

And when the Yuuji and Nobara vs Eso and Kechizu fight starts:

Eso: Oooooooou we’re gonna fight, Yuu-chan! Money’s on me, this protag’s been winning too many fights lately

Kechizu: His friend literally just died. And Todo beat him up.

Eso: Still, in the end everything was fine. I’m sure once Yuuji uses his ‘I’m your brother’ cursed technique, we’ll stop fighting and everything will be A-OK!

Sukuna: Yuuji should use my power to put you down like the dog you are

Eso: Your reputation couldn’t handle how hard I’d whoop your ass

And when it ends:

Eso, mouth open, jaw dropped, flies coming out, pissed: It’s rigged. It’s rigged! I would 100% win a fight against Yuuji, and I’ll prove it right now

Unfortunately for him, by this point Yuuji is too busy being cradled by a wildly sobbing Choso.

He does NOT want to watch the show after he dies. But when he hears Gojo gets sealed and Choso's gonna show up, he makes a concession for those episodes.

Eso: Gayest death scene in the whole show, tops Junpei's by miles.

Yuuji: He's not even dead!!!!

Now he insists he won't watch till Choso's on, but when he sees Nanami's new look... Let's just say he's sat for Dull Knife.

Eso: Yuuji I love you. I love you so much. You're my babiest of brothers. I'll always love you. But for fucks sake you did NOT deserve to be the one to meet Nanami out of all of us!!!

Yuuji: ?! Kechizu did too?!

Eso: And I'm still pissed NEITHER of you introduced him to me. Like?????? Have you seen the man???????????????? When he gets back from Malaysia he'll literally be my ideal type. I hate you two.

Eso: --and so, not only would it be neglect, but it would also be legally wrong of you not to introduce him to me.

Yuuji: NO!

Eso: AND HIS NAME IS:::: ZENIN TOJIIII! (John Cena theme plays from his phone)

Yuuji: You HATED him! You hated him before this!

Eso: And now for the purposes of the show I love him! Uncle-in-law! 

Kechizu: Wow… I really should’ve remembered Nanami, huh? 

Yuuji: ENOUGH!

Sukuna: Brat, even you can admit he’s hot. Look how they drew him. It’s softcore porn, beatdown edition. 

Eso: Hey do you have his phone number?

Yuuji: NO!

Choso: Good. 

Eso: I’ll come with you to and from school next time. I should thank him.

Yuuji: BACK!!! OFF!!!

Kechizu: Yeah! Leave some for the rest of us! Yuuji and Choso: NO!

Kechizu: I thought you liked him, Oniichan!

Choso: Well yes, but… 

Sukuna: Don’t tell me your type is blonds…

Choso: I only like the one blonde…… Maybe a second one now, but–

Yuuji: CAN EVERYONE STOP HITTING ON NANAMIN?

And then Choso's episode!!:

Contrary to everyone else in the room, Eso's enjoying himself.

Eso: AND THEN HIT HIM WITH THE RIGHT HOOK! AND THEN SUPERNOVA HIM! AND THEN DIVERGENT FIST TO THE STOMACH! AND THEN SLICE HIM WITH A BLOOD BLADE! AND THEN--

By the middle-end area he quietens down out of respect for the... Mourners.

Choso, crying, can’t watch his fight scene: JUST REALISE!!! IT CAN’T BE THAT HARD!!! I HAVE A BLOOD TECHNIQUE!!!!!!!!

Sukuna: YUUJI! USE ME! WHIP! ME! OUT! YUUJI FOR FUCKS SAKES–! 

Kechizu: DON’T HIT HIM HE’S JUST A BABY!!!!!! YOUR BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eso, visibly disturbed: I think you should all step out for a minute...

As soon as he gets the sense that Nanami's about to die, he leaves.

Eso: I'm not watching that shit! Call me when Niisan gets back.

Kechizu

tries to cover the twins' eyes when there's violence

it doesn't work because, in the beginning, show!Sukuna IS the violence

Very vocally dislikes Gojo, always takes an issue with whatever he has to say or do.

Kechizu: 'ten seconds' what a creep. Sukuna'll teach him a lesson when he gets all his fingers back.

Kechizu: Executed??? What a pushover! If he's so powerful he should just kill the higher ups.

As soon as Kamo Noritoshi's name is said during the sexchange event arc, Kechizu is piping up

Kechizu: DAD???????

He's 100% convinced their father has been deaged and put into the Kyoto school

Cries when Eso dies, but is willing to watch the rest of the show because Yuuji and Sukuna are in it!

(lives to regret that^)

Interestingly enough, though, he enjoys the hidden inventory arc

cheers when Toji sells Megumi and kills Gojo, but when Kusozu Sukuna defends Geto, suddenly he has an issue with mr Fushiguro and 'see, Yuuji, this is why you need to break up with that boy'

when Sukuna starts killing people in Shibuya (indirectly after the first few kills since he's fighting Jogo), Kechizu spends 90% of the episode defending him

Kechizu: they should've just moved if they didn't want to get exterminated! What's stopping them?!

Sukuna: I'm saying!

Yuuji: THE BARRIER!

Chokes on his snacks when he sees the flashback to Kamo Noritoshi, points at the screen wildly and concocts the most batshit insane theory that Choso and Eso (who are no longer watching at this point) believe wholeheartedly

Kechizu: So you see, Dad must have a duplicate technique that requires a brainswap, and he's clearly split his consciousness between Kemo Noritoshi and Geto's body, and so he was the real mole this whole time. Ignore that puppet kid in the bath, he's a decoy.

Choso: I see

Eso: It's all coming together

Yuuji: ?????????????

Sukuna, lying: You're so right. I see it now. Are you sure you didn't write the show yourself, Keke Akusotami?

When Yuki pulls up he's the only brother other than Choso that's happy to see her

Kechizu: OH THANK FUCK! GET THEM YUKI!!!!!!!

Sukuna

Endlessly entertained by himself at first

His favourite line is Show!Sukuna's very first words: "WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? THE CHILDREN?!"

It took him 15 minutes to stop laughing and another 10 to actually process what else was going on in the show

During the prison episode he's still kind of amused when Show!Kuna just straight up kills Yuuji. The only things that irk him are:

Sukuna: I don't like how I'm lookin at Fushiguro right now.

Sukuna: 'show me something special' he doesn't have anything special

Sukuna: Why couldn't I have killed all three of them??

Doesn't like Nanami. He doesn't hate him or anything, he just has no interest in him.

(Secretly, he's been holding a grudge ever since Nanami said he didn't acknowledge Yuuji as a sorcerer)

When Junpei dies, Sukuna feels kind of bad, but only because Kusozu Yuuji is crying so hard

Sukuna: I wouldn’t laugh like that if he died. Not in front of you. Probably in private. Maybe at the funeral. If you ran off crying. Or if you didn’t then I’d do it silently. This is just overkill, really. Ha, overkill. Get it? Cause he got killed… Over top of you. But yeah I wouldn’t laugh in your face, that's crazy. Like you are now. Cause your friend’s de–

Eso: Bro..

Kechizu: Sukuna-kun I think you made your point!!

After that he's less eager to see himself.

But he still insists Yuuji "whip him out" every time there's trouble. Like when he's being bullied by the Tokyo school for coming back from the dead; fighting Todo, Hanami, making eye contact with Gojo-- all worthy of the wrath of the king of curses

When the death painting arc starts::

Eso: Oooooooou we’re gonna fight, Yuu-chan! Money’s on me, this protag’s been winning too many fights lately

Kechizu: His friend literally just died. And Todo beat him up.

Eso: Still, in the end everything was fine. I’m sure once Yuuji uses his ‘I’m your brother’ cursed technique, we’ll stop fighting and everything will be A-OK!

Sukuna: Yuuji should use my cursed technique to put you down like the dog you are

Eso: Your reputation couldn’t handle how hard I’d whoop your ass

But by the time the arc is ending, Sukuna is getting a liiiiitle, small, tiny, teensy bit sad. Mostly because Kechizu is bawling his eyes out.

Sticks around for the next arc! All the Kusozu brothers leave after the first five minutes, unwilling to watch anymore, leaving only Sukuna and Yuuji. But first::

Choso: Why do we have to see this irrelevant’s lifestory? (Gojo’s)

Eso: This perv again..

Kechizu: I hope his boyfriend dies. 

Sukuna: That’s dark. Not me. That’s sensei right there. I hope his girl friend dies. 

Yuuji: She doesn’t die you idiot she’s literally in season 1

Sukuna: And season 1 comes before season 2, I’m not the idiot here. 

Yuuji:

Hidden Inventory becomes Sukuna's favourite arc pretty quickly! It only loses its spot when Megumi appears at the end

Eso: GET HIM TOJI!!! YES!!!!!!!

Yuuji: You guys are just doing it to irritate me at this point, ‘cause there’s no way you hate him this much

Kechizu: HE DID IT!!!! HE KILLED HIM!!!!!!

Yuuji: You know he comes back, right??

Sukuna: SHUT UP BUZZKILL WE’RE TRYING TO SAVOUR THE MOMENT!

Yuuji: Choso-nii why are you pausing…

Choso: (takes a picture of Gojo’s ‘dead’ body)

Yuuji:

Hates the filler ep, wants to get back to the killing people part, that was his favourite

He's excited for the Shibuya incident, so much so that he almost doesn't notice he hasn't spoken a single word all season

He's hurling abuse at the TV during the choso vs yuuji ep, but then again he's hurling abuse at the TV no matter what episode is playing

He's convinced that if Show!Yuuji just gives him control, everything will be fine!

(He's wrong. He's so deeply wrong.)

Has the time of his life during the Sukuna takeover eps

Actually giggled (half of it was out of shock!) when Nanako and Mimiko got killed (HE WOULD! I'M SORRY BUT HE WOULD!!

Does a victory lap around the room during the Jogo fight

Sukuna: GET HIM! SLICE HIM AGAIN! FUCK THE DOCOMO TOWER! FUCK THOSE CARS! THAT'S WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT!!!!!! NOW HIT HIM WITH THE-- what the fuck-- WHAT THE FUCK! FUUGA?!?!?! FUUGA!!!!!!!!

Sukuna: Why am I saving Fushiguro again? He's the one who decided to kill himself, how is that my problem??

He only calms down a bit once Show!Yuuji comes back and has a breakdown.

Pretends to be totally unaffected but secretly presses his knee to Yuuji's

Sukuna: all that and I still didn't get Kenjaku? Really?

Yuuji: Who's Kenjaku???

Sukuna, who got bored after his eps and looked up spoilers to pass the time: ...........

[2n2n]

ch 119

WOOOOOO!!!! its endless fun at the JSHK

we don't know herrrrrrr... who is she! Lovely little Red House...

thankful for DBS, as the manga-UP upload (as it displayed on our tablet, I guess?) was too low-res to make this out even, let alone read it... medicine... the satchels that Amane would dissolve in water for his heart condition, and a cup of water? and some pills...

I wonder if that would simply mean, that Tsukasa never sacrificed himself at age 4 ... I would say the panel from Amane's birthday, it resembles moreso the clockkeeper's tall silhouette before young Amane... perhaps they made their proposition for a 'better' world simply, as they did in Nene-chan's dream, with her plant?

I don't know ... but it would be interesting to imagine an Amane, who simply was able to persevere through illness with medication, and still takes medication til his death (???).... a Tsukasa who was unable to do anything personally to save Amane, is interesting ... just a useless double-figure, no sacrifice to make. That is interesting to me, with Tsukasa's lack of self-value... his suicidal tendencies.

This world has a nearly unbearable amount of mystery... how did you get Tsukasa back? Do you understand what became of him? How much persisting love could 4 year old Amane have had, for his little brother? He's still on your mind, to this day ...

the cups which were immaculate and filled with tea on the table for Kou & Mitsuba, smashed ...

fun.

THE MOST UPSETTING THING IMAGINABLE!!!! what happened to your OTOUTO!!!!!!! screams.... a lone young Yugi.... scary, terrible, no no no!!!!

this made us laugh so hard at the manga-up release LOL

in just seconds we lost Nene-chan.....

Ahh one of those sublime Aida-sensei compositions... incredible... beautiful, evocative, heart-wrenching... Amane is such a labyrinth, isn't he... I love bandage boy looming over the edge of the stairs, refusing to walk up them further, poised to fall off entirely... so appropriate. And Hanako, pleasantly in place, not going anywhere....

I always love your instincts, Nene-chan. They're so strong. she's a good girl.

I don't know what to make of Kou, I have no idea what the house did with him when it disappeared him, what pulled him into that room, why, for what ...

s-scares me that this is still here in this world too.... please... why is Nene-chan destined to lose a leg or something... help....

N-Nene-chan, that's quite a strange impression of the Red House for you to have... thank you for being so kind to her, though... I think she's pretty misunderstood.... lets admire her wonder and mystery, ok?

there he is.... he has that kind of idiot quality to him... meep.

such an unbelievably beautiful shot....

Aida-sensei is a master... beautifully orchestrated... such a sweet Nene-chan... poor thing, poor thing...

it's like seeing an angel, right? Like seeing a fairy... I love Aida-sensei's taste for nervous gestures, hands...

the explosive Nene-chan hug moment!! It reminds me.....

of another......

she's both of your little fairy...

it's reassuring to see Amane looking this dumb and useless. It's comforting. It's familiar. Thank you.

yes. I understand Nene-chan would find it sexy.

ughf

[loses focus] get a blowjob idiot, get . suckedoff.... [SHAKES HEAD AROUND FURIOUSLY]

buffoon.... it's really calming to see you retain this quality, and also, it's not calming at all,

I love.... the blank-eyed blank-mouth Amane look.... becoming captivated...

oh Nene-chan... what wonderful lighting, what wonderful framing, so pretty. Nene-chan's stiff, strict pose, Amane's haphazard sloppy pose, his knit socks... fascinated, curious face....

you poor thing.... questions it hurts to ask.

I admire Nene-chan so much ... speaking from a Tsukasa perspective, I understand what it is like to have no good place in Amane's life, to imagine you're not the endgame, to imagine the best timeline in the world is one without need for you, a life with more delightful things filling it up, more happiness, intrinsically without you, without your love... though in my case, I accept it, and it's OK to die, since Amane is the only thing that could matter.... but I love to see Nene-chan confronting the pain of that very possibility for herself, the agony, is so earnest, so honest.... she wants more than anything to be special, because it's romantic, her romantic heart, she burns for significance in her love, in her passion amounting to something, in being some kind of good, her heart guiding her towards the right thing .... and not her heart guiding her selfishly, or uselessly, towards something with no room for her in it.... what I swallow, Nene-chan could never swallow, but that makes her special. It's sweet to cling and cling... to beg and cry.... what a wonderful love it is that sobs.

I feel for her so much, it would be easier to cry for her than for myself. Of course, Nene-chan could never be useless or unnecessary, she's so integral, to any chance for Amane's happiness. There can't be a world of a happy Amane without Nene-chan. Her sense for divine romance is correct, and it's something that everything in the world longs for, that kind of sentimentality... human and kaii alike, even kami. All the world it~ loves a lover~ 'cuz the lover~ loves the world~

bewitching, right? so nice to see him feeling this, even at this age... I'm sure he's never looked at another student this way. Or felt anything like this. This girl's intense feelings... radiating outward... unimaginable how thick and syrupy, right? it'll change the temperature of the room....

another beautiful panel by Aida-sensei.... so much envy for how she draws hair! I love how thin and floppy Nene-chan's feels... draping from the back of her head, over her downturned face... such a cute little pursed mouth. Impossible for her to keep her pain inside, she's not that type at all... too honest....

uaaaahhhhh 🙈it's TOO MUCH FOR THE GIRLS, AIDAIRO-SENSEI!!!! you can't do this to us/them.... noooo!!! isn't it wrong, it's like picking on the vulnerable..... iyaaaaa

such a sweet, heartfelt manga... the romance is so vivid... darling and sweet...

I like how much it hurts you, Nene-chan... I like how much you cry for it... you can't be happy for the idea of Amane's happiness alone... you wish you could give it yourself, be a part of it. You wish it included you. You wish it came from you. It's so painful because it's so selfish.... it's a wrong feeling to have. Your body wants to reject it. It feels distracted from the 'point' of happiness... what you 'want'. You 'want' a good future for Amane ... but some part of you must be begging for this world to be terrible, so you can have what you love back in your arms, for the happiness you alone could carve out for him. I respect that pain so so much.... you don't want it to be selfish to love Amane...

BIG FINISH!!!!!!!!

I love to see it yeessssss cheering hollaring whooping laughing cackling bones creaking in pain and pleasure

SHOW MEEEEEE THE SCARYYYYYYY MAN BRINGGGG HIM TO MEEEEE!!

I seriously wonder what the deal is in this situation, my god!! we all do of course... CAPTIVATING... this age Amane being here at all is a kind of time anomaly anyway, he isn't the right age and he isn't working at the school, yet here he is grading papers... does the conditions of his situation oscillate him between memoryless states? Does he operate on the living teacher .exe regularly, or is this genuinely a moment back in time? Only performed or really happening years ago? But the Amane in the school, itself, engaged with the topic of Tsukasa-kun, the rumors, likely the house (which he logically lived in, if we see him in it here now, settled)..... there just can't be a 'version' of him ignorant or helpless or only subjected to the house as an external ill, as he was seemingly actively perpetuating the school's possessions and sending students here. Fascinated by an Amane who is briefly so ignorant but can be triggered into his own memories and involvement .... is teacher.exe just so much easier to exist in while inactive?

the Red House, she seems to always exist untethered from time ...

well I'm deeply ready for the next issue's color opening, BRING MEEEE THE SCARY AMANE MANHANDLING NENE-CHAN...!!!!!! I want to know what we do with teens in this spooky mansion... what a thrilling story.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

once again dropping this bomb on @toffeebrew

previously on high school au z...

"nightmare..." one person of the trio breathes out

"hello dream," nightmare greets back with a malicious smile.

"oh hi, night-kun!" ink, the resident artist who is on track to study aboard, waves with a beaming face, while blue facepalms next to him.

"ink, he's our enemy. remember?" the other member of the disciplinary committee says in a resigned tone.

"oh right!" ink exclaims, then makes a heroic pose. "nightmare, what are you doing here?"

"i had a feeling you buffoons will try to break into killer's house, so here i am, preventing you from doing so."

"what do you want to do with color-san?" dream, the head of the disciplinary committee, asks.

"my plan stays the same, dear otouto. with his innate powers, i can rid the world of you and control it," nightmare declares with a chuckle.

"not if i have any say in this!" dream exclaims. he pulls a device out of his bag and a light engulfs the surrounding area. when it dies down, it reveals dream, blue, and ink in different color-coordinated outfits and cutesy-looking weapons: dream with a bow-covered bow and arrows, blue with a hobbyhorse hammer, and ink with an oversized brush. they are the secret magical squad, the heroes of the town, the star sanses!

nightmare drops his schoolbag and also transforms. a pool of black goop covers his body from the feet up, and his eye turns from purple to turquoise. his back sprouts tentacles like writhing tapeworms.

"you're gonna die today, starlights..." nightmare grins, and summons his shadowy servant figures to attack.

the star sanses attack back with their magical powers and weapons, the onslaught of minions do not deter them any slightest as they are used to this. after a while, when the empty streets are near destroyed, ink's phone rings.

"uh, wait guys!" ink calls out while batting a minion away then creating a shield so they can duck and read the messages on their phone. "i got a call from dad-1!"

(a/n: everyone is fatherless except for ink and color)

"hurry up then!" blue shouts back, in the middle of a ten-on-one battle himself.

ink shouts back again, "i think i have to go now! i have a cram school session that i can't miss again! or chichi will get real disappointed!" to nightmare he says, "can we have a rain-check on this, night-kun?"

nightmare thinks for a moment before recalling his shadow minions. with a haughty voice, he says, "very well. for ink's scholarship, i will stop here today. but we will continue this this weekend."

with that, he slowly disappears into a black pool in the ground. dream shouts after him, "onii-san, wait!" but too late, nightmare has blipped away, leaving the star trio behind on the destroyed streets.

"uh..." blue says after a somber silence, "so are we still breaking into killer-kun's apartment or...?"

"you guys can do that," ink says. "i have to go to cram school now."

"me and blue-kun can do that. thanks, ink-chan," dream replies with a tired smile on his face, no doubt troubled by his brother's homicidal tendencies again for the ninth time this week.

"no problem!" with that, ink runs away as quick as possible. dream and blue look at each other, then at the building where they will commit their first illegal act together.

meanwhile... at the cooking baking contest (i hope you guys don't forget about this)

"fufu, actually," vamp giggles from her panel, "there will be a fourth judge with us today."

dust and cross look at each other, with both their plates of cookies presented to the judges.

did you rig this with a fourth judge, cross scowls at dust silently.

no, you're the one who did this, dust scowls back, equally silent.

well, even with the fourth judge, you cannot get out of this one, cross sticks his tongue out mockingly.

just you wait, you snotty brat, dust burns a hole in cross with his intense glare.

the mysterious fourth judge comes in, and everyone gasps.

it's epic-senpai himself!

"hi there, bruh!" epic says. "i heard there are free cookies!"

"what," delta utters from the sidelines, absolutely done with this. "is this why you haven't responded to my texts the entire time, epic?!"

mortified, dust whips his head to where killer is in the audience and makes the sign frantically. killer, upon seeing the sign, sends a text to his secret agent standing just near the fire alarm.

emergency time :3, he sends.

seconds later, the fire alarm rings, much to shock and fear of the students in the room.

"what?!" "where's the fire?!" "everyone calm down!"

the sprinklers activate and spray water everywhere. suddenly, multiple hisses and booms occur around the room, freaking everyone else more. everyone runs out of the room, fearing for the lives as the small fireworks occur. killer grins to himself, even as horror suddenly grabs him and whispers aggressively.

"what the fuck, killer?!!" horror darts his eye to delta, who is escorting everyone out, then back at killer. "did you seriously put potassium in the fucking flour?! are you crazy?!"

"it's dust-chan's idea," killer shoots back.

"oh my stars, you guys are insane..." horror bemoans. "i don't know why i even hang out with you..."

"aww, horror-chan~" killer pats horror on his head. "don't worry, next time you can do the terrorizing instead."

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Gates to Heck Chapter 4

"Shishou, I can't find him."

"Of course you can't." Reigen had a slightly manic look on his face, which had been there ever since Teru vanished into thin air. "He's not here anymore. Did he teleport? Can he do that?"

"I think it used up the last of his energy," said Shigeo. "It was already so low. Now I can't find his aura at all. I don't think he's in Seasoning anymore."

Shigeo took out his cellphone, ignoring the missed calls, and speed dialed Teru.

Teru was the one who had programmed his speed dial numbers. Number one was for home, two was for Ritsu, three was for Reigen, and four was for Teru. Shigeo was number one in Teru's phone.

An American pop song began its muffled chorus from somewhere in Teru's jacket, which was still sitting on the coffee table.

"Oh," Shigeo realized. "He doesn't have his shoes either."

There was a knock at the door that made both of them jump and Shigeo frown. As far as he knew, he was still the only person to visit Teru's apartment. Except for Claw.

He intercepted Reigen to answer the door himself, which was probably for the best, since the person on the other side already appeared to be in a bad mood, and Reigen would have only made it worse.

"Ritsu!"

Shigeo should have noticed the familiar aura sooner, but all he could think about were Teru's feet. It was starting to get dark outside, and the temperature was dropping too. The fever might have been failure-induced, but it could still be exacerbated by exposure to the elements. Teru was definitely going to need a hospital after this.

"Tell Hanazawa-kun that if he's going to keep you late, he should at least have the courtesy to ask first. Mom was worried when you didn't show up for dinner. Did you leave your phone on silent again, Nii-san?"

Now all Shigeo could think about was how Teru didn't have anyone to worry about him when his phone went unanswered or when he was late to dinner. He didn't even have anyone to eat dinner with.

Teru's living situation had seemed normal enough to Shigeo when they first met. A lot of Japanese children lived alone so they could attend better schools, and Black Vinegar was one of the best middle schools in Seasoning City.

Of course, most of them didn't start living alone until high school.

Not elementary school.

Shigeo hugged his brother. It wasn't a rare occurrence, but it was unusual enough to break off Ritu's tirade. At least until he saw Reigen.

"Did you rope them into another one of your jobs? I swear-"

"Save your energy, Otouto-kun," said Reigen, who seemed to have found his bearings again under the familiar power of Ritsu's glare. "I think it's gonna' be a long night."

Ritsu bristled like a cat. "I'm not helping you with whatever shady-"

That was when Teru's jacket started to vibrate.

They might not have even heard it if it hadn't been resting on the hard surface of the coffee table. Reigen patted the jacket down until he found a cellphone tucked into one of its pockets.

"That isn't Hanazawa-kun's phone," said Shigeo. They had just heard Teru's phone ring. Reigen was holding a cheap looking flip phone that Shigeo had never seen before.

Reigen answered it with an unsettlingly accurate Teruki Hanazawa impression. "Moshi moshi."

"Who the hell is this?" said the person on the other end.

"Who were you expecting?"

There was a snort. "He calls himself the Kaijin."

Reigen's eyebrow twitched. "What do you call yourself?"

"Misunderstood."

"You-"

"Look, I don't really give a shit," the voice cut him off, "but if you do, then you might wanna' know that Kaijin is in trouble. One of his catches slipped the net, and it was the one that got a taste of his aura the other night. I just felt that same aura flare up, and if our missing man felt it too- well, my gut says he'll be out for payback. He seemed like a Taurus, you know?"

While Shigeo was still processing the first few words, Reigen said, "So why don't you help him?"

"I'm off the clock," the voice said lazily. "I was just calling to tell Kaijin to bring the guy in if he doesn't get himself killed first."

He hung up. Reigen tried to call him back but the phone didn't even ring before being routed to an unactivated voicemail box. He dropped it back onto the coffee table.

"What's going on?" asked Ritsu. "Where's Hanazawa-kun?"

"That's the million yen question," said Reigen. He signed and ran a sweaty palm down his face.

Ritsu wrinkled his nose. "Why did Joseph call him the Kaijin?"

"That's a long- Wait." Reigen twirled around and put both hands on Ritsu's shoulders. "You know who that was?"

"I think so. Let go of me."

"Who was it, Ritsu?" asked Shigeo.

"It sounded like Joseph," said Ritsu, brushing off his shoulders. "You know, from the government? Suzuki-kun calls him sometimes for updates about his father."

"And he answers?" asked Reigen.

Ritsu nodded.

Shigeo didn't have Shou's phone number saved to his speed dial, or even his contacts, but he knew who did.

"May I borrow your phone, Ritsu?"

Ritsu handed it over without question, and Shigeo scrolled through the contacts until he found Suzuki Shou (Arsonist).

Shou answered on the second ring. "Ritsu-kun!"

"Actually, it's Shigeo," he said. "I was wondering if you're available to help us blackmail a government assassin?"

"I'll get my coat!"

[belit0]

HIIIII<3333 How are you and how have you been. First, i need to praise you for such a good work you do, i really am impressed by your writing skills and how you write the characters so realistic and understandable. You truly have my respect especially for writing some characters like Madara or Indra are really complex to write because of their personality and they truly are complicated due their backstory. So thank you dearly for accepting requests and working on them. You truly have an unique writing style wich i do absolutely admire! Please keep up but don’t overwork yourself, rest is important and please remember to drink and eat enough. I love you so much and your blog is literally my favorite. ( You 🔛🔝) So actually i wanted to ask for a request. (A oneshot or a scenario please) About Madara watching his wife giving birth to his baby and how he sees his wife holding their new born in her arms. Please i am too curious cuz i really can’t Assess this man if he would cry at this sight or not😭. I woule appreciate if you would accept my request. But there is no need to. Feel free to ignore it, i still love your blog so much.

I swear your words touched me so much that I took a screenshot and saved the message in my private chat to read it whenever I need motivation, you brought tears to my eyes (literally)!!!

Thank you infinitely for your beautiful company and for supporting my modest work, I love to share what I do, especially if I have people who like it and enjoy it, it fills my soul to read words like that💕🙏💫🛐

I can never explain the appreciation I feel upon receiving this type of messages, it's a very powerful and big feeling, too strong and too deep for words.

Thank you so much, my beautiful nonny, for being around and keeping me company, please never go away, i love u😭💕💫

Now, going back to the request, OF COURSE MADARA CRIES, he's one of those persons who cries out of anger, it bothers him a lot because he feels weak but has a great facility for tears.

Now, what I did to him in this piece is a bit cruel, I apologize🤣🙏

He can't stop pacing the hallway, anxious and nervous, desperate because of the screams he hears on the other side of the door. The midwives demanded he stay out of the room to avoid creating more chaos, his distress palpable in the air every time he asked "Is she in a lot of pain? Is the baby okay? Is something wrong with (Y/N)?"

He was kicked out of the place to avoid putting more pressure on the poor women assisting with the delivery, and even as the clan leader, he was taken away the choice of whether to be part of the moment or not. It all pushes him so far over the edge he even resorts to taking off his gloves and chewing his nails like he's 15 years old again.

"You look like crap, Aniki." Izuna comments with a smirk on his face, openly mocking his poor older brother. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, he looks at him with amusement and even a bit of pity.

As always, his Otouto accompanies him.

"No shit." He snorts in anguish, tearing the skin off his finger and hissing from the burning. He may be the strongest warrior of all his time, but he can't help the little mundane aches and pains of day to day life.

"What's got you so bad? It's just a baby." He reaches out to him as if to lay a hand on his shoulder, but stops before doing so, knowing the outcome, clicking his tongue at how fickle fate is.

Staring at the ground and swapping the tortured finger for a new one, he fails to get out from inside his mind, raise his head, react. Worry consumes him, and (Y/N)'s screams of agony don't help. "Exactly that. I couldn't protect anyone, I couldn't protect you, I won't be a good father, what if-"

"Wowowo, hold your horses, Aniki. You couldn't protect me because I wouldn't let you, if anyone was going to take that idiot down it was me. We talked about it many times, didn't we?" He stands in front of him, unable to get his older brother out of his vicious cycle of insane thoughts, and crouches down to the ground to meet the path of his eyes. He smiles at him again, an act that always manages to get Madara's attention, and he finally listens to him.

"Did you think of a name? That'll be your job if it's a boy." Madara jumps in a startled gasp as (Y/N) screams louder than ever, and looks at the door separating them as if wanting to set it on fire. Respecting the midwives' wishes feels stupid, but neither does he want to get in the way of things he doesn't understand.

"Izuna." He answers without moving his eyes from the spot, walking and avoiding his younger brother like he couldn't just walk right through him. He moves a little closer to the door, waiting.

"What?" The younger Uchiha gets up, and moves back to stand next to him, not understanding.

"Izuna, for the name."

"You want to give your precious baby my terrible name? You'll doom him to be a beautiful mess."

"Tribute, so he'll always remember the uncle he never knew." And at the moment his eyes fill with sadness and melancholy, his brother decides to change the course of the situation.

"If you want to pay tribute to me, take him to visit my grave and drink sake over my remains, you idiot. I say you name him Inari, I always thought it was beautiful."

"Inari..."

"Sounds nice doesn't it? It's a good one to scold him after he gets in trouble, which I'll make sure he does."

"Will the baby be able to see you?"

"We'll find out."

"MADARA-SAMA!" the door suddenly opens, one of the midwives coming out agitated "THE BABY IS COMING, SOON!" She demands him to re-enter the room, and Madara looks at his brother for encouragement.

He smiles at him again, and that's all he needs to know that everything will be okay.

The makeshift delivery room, on the other hand, is a mess. Several women run around moving bloody towels and trying to wipe the sweat from (Y/N)'s forehead. One holds her hand tightly as his wife pushes and pushes, legs spread wide and revealing a picture both terrible and wonderful.

"MADARA-SAMA!" the midwife shoves him from behind to the side of the bed where she attempts to deliver their child, unafraid to be rough with the clan leader. Madara, unable to react, grabs the hand that was previously held by another woman, as he stares at her belly and can do nothing but try to hold back tears.

Paralyzed by inoperability and not knowing what to do, the Uchiha feels useless, incapable of helping or assisting in any way. His expertise is in fighting, combat, violence, he has no idea how to act in sensitive situations or those that require emotional intelligence. He is afraid to say something inappropriate, something that will upset (Y/N), and cannot find the strength to speak without crying.

No one told him he would feel this way, an experience so surreal as to make him break down.

The last time he cried disconsolately was with his brother's death, years ago, but his child's birth seems to challenge him in the same way, the miracle of life and the product of his own dedication coming to reward him, demanding him to pour out all his feelings through tears, no shame for being in front of strangers.

Everything seems to disappear around him, focused only on his wife and the task ahead. The stupor washes away little by little, getting into the game and helping her get through the experience as best he can.

At one point he thinks to be speaking words of encouragement, but has no track of what is going on. The image of (Y/N) suffering, crying, screaming, stirs him to the core of his very being, wishing he could take away her agony and be the one to endure this odyssey.

He holds her hand with both of his, while between his wife's legs two midwives demand further pushing. Everything is chaos, a maelstrom of speed where Madara can only concentrate on her, until he suddenly hears it.

The most beautiful cry he has ever witnessed, a small, high-pitched sound coming from a tiny baby in one of the midwives' arms. (Y/N)'s face automatically relaxes, ready to faint from exertion and exhaustion, yet she whispers "Hold the child" before smiling with genuine joy.

Madara, following orders while being totally out of his comfort zone, receives the newborn in his arms, and what was once silent tears now turns into unrestrained crying.

He crumbles in front of his baby for different reasons, moved and overwhelmed for having been able to produce something so beautiful, so delicate, after destroying and murdering as much as he did. That adorable little human being is proof enough, at least for him, of not being a disastrous person, for there being hope and kindness in his destiny, able to repent for all the lives he stole on the battlefield.

Izuna's death brought him great resentment for the world, condemning him to anger and rage as a way of life, willing to destroy whoever it takes to regain what was lost, yet (Y/N) saved him from an avoidable catastrophe, and showed him he could be more than his grief, giving him the tools to move on.

Holding the result of such pure and generous love in his hands is the mythical demonstration of how the blood on his hands is washable, how his past does not define him, and how his future is not marked by eternal pain.

The thrill of a better life engulfs him completely, as he stares with pure affection at the child he himself created. His son, utterly his, the most beautiful ray of sunshine. "Inari..." he whispers between sobs, and brings him closer to his wife for reconnection with his mother.

Upon reassuring (Y/N) is no longer bleeding and there are no further problems to worry about, the women begin to leave the room, carrying lots of bloody sheets and towels, cleaning the space little by little and giving privacy to the new family.

One of them takes the newborn for close examination, and when the room finishes clearing of people, Madara can see Izuna near his baby, making sure the midwife treats him well and takes proper care of his little Inari.

He can't help but cry again at the image, knowing his son will always have a guardian angel with him.

[domoz]

Hmmm okay prompt: premise: people can, once in their lifetime, basically will the universe into granting whatever is their soulmate's greatest wish at the time they do this. Shinobi will usually save this to use as a get out of death free card (which USUALLY works, because "survive" is a pretty strong impulse when you're about to die, but not always), riches are common, as are the deaths of abusive bosses/parents/etc.

...we all know what Tobirama's greatest wish has nothing to do with being alive himself. So now they're about to die AND have to deal with Kawarama and Itama (plus or minus Hashirama depending on when you set it) who have no idea what's going on.

Oh Youve Done It Now

It's been years since Tobirama has felt this chakra. Longer still since it's been turned towards healing him.

Even with it, his whole body aches. Exhaustion piled upon exhaustion, and he'd lost track of his injuries very early into the fight. He knows only that it hurts to breathe, yet his body stubbornly continues to do it despite each inhale rattling inside of him.

He must be dying, he thinks. His mind has conjured up some fantasy to comfort him as his life fades.

"I know you're awake, otouto." Hashirama's voice, in the same tone he'd use when one of his experiments was particularly troublesome -- exasperated, but ultimately unable to hide his worry. "I'd really like an explanation."

"I think I might have one." That voice would be Hikaku's, who should not be anywhere near here, and so the one whose presence only cements this as a strange dream. "Your brother, even on the verge of death, has only ever wished for one thing."

Silence stretches, the whole world is silent and muffled except for the sense-memory of sunlight through trees as Hashirama's chakra knits together bones.

A sigh. "He did warn me. Though I suppose this did work, in its own way."

"Wait, Hikaku-san, you--"

"But you're an Uchiha!" A voice Tobirama hasn't heard in many, many years shouts. It's enough to have him forcing his heavy eyelids open -- even if it's not real, he needs to see--

Hashirama is leaning over him, curtain of hair blocking out most everything else as he heals the crater that Tobirama's chest has become. He looks younger than he did when he died, though not overly so; a snapshot from those few years when he'd gained laugh lines but not yet stress wrinkles around his eyes.

"Don't sit up." He warns, his voice is stern, but there's something fragile in his eyes, "And don't infuse chakra, or I'll knock you out again."

He wouldn't even have to make good on the threat; Tobirama would probably lose consciousness for even trying.

"'nija." He says. Is all he can make himself say between the pain and the tightness of his throat. Hashirama smiles tightly and leans back -- enough for the two figures taking refuge behind him to lean around and look at him with wide eyes.

"Wow, aniki. You got old. What happened to your face?" Kawarama.

Whether he's referring to the red slashes that Tobirama had only made after his death or one of his other injuries, he doesn't know. It doesn't matter, really.

Tobirama's eyes burn. His instinct is to look away, to hide his face, but he doesn't dare.

"That's mean, nii-san. He's hurt." Itama is grabbing onto Hashirama's robe with one white knuckled fist and Kawarama's wrist with the other. The two of them are the same age that they were when they died, the same way that they've been frozen in Tobirama's memories. Kawarama was born first, but brought back like this, Itama has a year and a few centimeters of height on him.

Kawarama makes a disapproving noise -- his eyebrows are furrowed like they did when he was worried and trying not to let it show. He glances obviously to the side, scowls at what he sees, then puffs out his cheeks and steps out of Hashirama's shadow. He doesn't go far -- only to get close enough to sit by Tobirama's head and tug at his hair -- but Itama lets himself be dragged behind and releases his grip on Hashirama to pick up his hand instead.

I missed you. He wants to say. I missed you, I'm sorry, I missed you. He knows better than to leave things unsaid, sucks in a breath to try, and it's agony. Blood stains his teeth; his vision greys and Hashirama is saying something that runs through his ears without registering. His chakra swells until Tobirama can taste it on the back of his tongue,  until it drowns out the pain behind its own presence.

He loses time. Kawarama is petting at his hair now, and Itama is mapping the scars on his hands, but both of them refuse to settle, eyes flicking up to watch some threat. Tobirama is in no state to defend them if they should need it, but he forces himself to move despite the pounding weight of his head and look.

They are, he belatedly realizes, in a dome of mokuton vines, and sitting against the far wall, hands visible on his knees, is Hikaku. And he knows why his brothers would be wary of him, but after all these years Tobirama can't see him in that light any longer.

The Uchiha smiles wryly.

"I followed as soon as I heard where you were headed." He says. "No point in having a wish that never gets used."

"So you really are soulmates." Kawarama grumbles. And Tobirama wants -- he wants to promise Kawarama that Hikaku won't hurt him. That no harm will ever come to him again. But with a slow, choking panic, he realizes that he does not even have the strength to turn his head and see him again. He squeezes Itama's hand instead, fingers trembling.

"We're at peace now!" Hashirama says, leaning back from where he was holding his hands over Tobirama's chest to wipe at his brow. Tobirama can see a sunny smile in the corner of his eye. "Just like we used to talk about."

"...Uhm." Itama says after a beat. "If we're at peace, then who were those guys you were fighting?"

"Aah, that's, well--" Hashirama glances at Tobirama first, and then remembering that he's in no state to speak turns to Hikaku instead.

The Uchiha sighs, with that slight twist of a smile that means he thinks something is ridiculous but he won't say it.

"That was supposedly one of Kumo's best squads. Your death was enough of a perceived weakness that Suna started making aggressive action to claim more land. Kumo and Iwa started targeting our shinobi shortly afterwards…"

It's a basic summary of the political situation that Tobirama has been living with for years now, and he tunes it out without quite meaning to.

All of his most important people are here, are with him. It's a nice enough sentiment to die to.

--

It's dark.

Tobirama feels like he's withered dry and might crack apart into dust if he so much as moves a muscle. The pain of breathing isn't agony, anymore, at least. More an aching pulse that rises and ebbs with each breath.

He's horribly disoriented for a long moment --truly dead, now? -- he's lying down, something soft placed over a hard uneven surface, there are two tiny motes of warmth curled up on either side of him, and there's a conversation going on above his head.  That's probably what woke him.

"I should have known he wasn't over his prejudice against your clan." Hashirama sighs, "I'm sorry--"

"I'm not going to pretend he's our greatest ally, but I don't think you would have been able to do much better." Hikaku cuts him off sharply. Having lived past the age that Hashirama was when he died, he has apparently decided to abandon the deferential respect that he used to have. "I'm certain he would love to let us fight -- keeping them back is my choice. The countries we are at war with have no laws against eye theft. They have bounties for each bloodline they can take, and ours is the highest."

Tobirama blinks, but there is no moonlight for him to see by. They'd tried to make it work. Barbaric as the Hyuga seal is, it is useful; but no matter the modifications Tobirama makes to it, Hikaku cannot get his clan to agree to use it, and without it his clan members are all targets too tempting for their enemies to leave alone. But why is he telling Hashirama this…?

"We have as much sway as any other clan in the council. You are the one who named your own brother as a successor, and got half of my clan convinced they needed more power or risk being destroyed."

Hence the military police plan, and Tobirama isn't certain it will help much. If the Uchiha can't fight on behalf of the village, fighting within it is about the only thing left for them to do -- he figured he might as well at least make it productive.

"You know," Hikaku continues, voice flat, "There was a faction of my clan that wanted to follow in Madara's footsteps. We're all trying our best, Shodai-sama."

There was a plan to assassinate him, which Hikaku dealt with before it could become public. Tobirama is thankful for that, but it has left his soulmate deeply unpopular within his clan.

This feels like a very strange way to have one's life flash before their eyes.

"I… see. I apologize. I'll speak with Tobirama before making any more assumptions." Hashirama says, clearly cowed. There is a long moment of silence, then, "…Do you truly call him by his title? When the two of you are soulmates?"

"He refuses to ruin what little authority I have over my clan by acknowledging it publicly." Hikaku's tone is harsh, now, though if he has an issue with that he's never brought it to Tobirama's attention.

A moot effort now, Tobirama thinks muzzily. Hikaku might be thinking that too, from the way he sighs.

"Tend to your brother, Shodai-sama. I'll keep watch."

The wave of chakra his brother sends over him sends Tobirama into a darkness of a different kind.

--

When he awakens again he's horribly nauseous. The weightlessness of open air alternates with a dull shock that sends a jolting ache through his body every time it happens. It's manageable; Tobirama could fight through this, if he had to.

But he won't have to. Hashirama has him, one arm secure under his knees, the other his neck, holding him tight to his chest to try and mitigate the impact of each jump.

He's moving much slower than he should be, if his goal is to get an injured person to safety.

Tobirama peels his eyes open, squinting in the wind as the treetops whip past overhead. He has enough strength in him now that he can reach up and grab at the front of his robe, though he grunts from the effort.

"Anija." He rasps. There was still so much left unsaid between them at the end. Enough that Tobirama doesn't even know where to start, aside from the obvious, "I'm--"

"Oh Tobi, good! Hashirama doesn't even seem aware that he's cut anything off. "He's awake!" He announces over this shoulder, and drops from the trees to the ground, landing with a thump. Hashirama is obviously trying to muffle the impact, but it makes him twitch and hiss in pain regardless.

He's healed enough now that when Hashirama  goes to set him down against a tree trunk he can keep himself upright, but not without his arms shaking from the effort.

"We still really shouldn't be moving you." His brother comments idly as he sends a light pulse of diagnostic chakra through his system, "I really wish we'd been able to use a stretcher. And you're going to take forever to recover your chakra after how much I had to dump into you. But if you actually rest when we get home, you should end up alright."

His hands flutter around until he finds a water skin -- Uchiha mon stamped on, so it must actually be Hikaku's -- and shoves it in Tobirama's face. He's able to get a grip on it enough to hold it himself -- the water is stale but the he relief of it sharp, settling over him like a blanket.

"Hikaku-san went ahead to alert everyone as soon as we got into safe territory." Hashirama chatters on, "There should be a patrol coming to meet us. You really had us worried there for a minute!"

As he talks, Tobirama's eyes don't move from the two figures that have landed behind Hashirama and are peering over his shoulders.

"Seriously." Kawarama says, "I don't think you've ever slept that long."

"I--" Tobirama chokes out, "I haven't died, have I?" 

"No." Itama says, eyebrows knitted together.

"You'd better not have." Kawarama echoes with a scowl

"You're the only one here who hasn't!" Hashirama smiles, like he's made a joke, but it slips right back off his face at whatever he sees when he meets Tobirama's eyes.

"Oh, Tobi…" He says sorrowfully, but Itama beats him to whatever he's planning on doing, darting around Hashirama and carefully but forcefully wrapping his arms around Tobirama's neck. Not to be outdone, Kawarama squawks and secures a hold around one of his shoulders.

Tobirama's eyes burn, and he buries his face into a bony shoulder, so he's not able to see when Hashirama moves to pull all of them into his arms. He's lived long enough that the grief of their deaths had scarred over, but this has ripped the wound gaping open wide.

"It must have been lonely." Itama says, voice muffled in Tobirama's fur.

"We're here now though." Kawarama insists. His voice wavers so he buries his face in fur, too.

“Yeah.” Hashirama agrees, chin resting on top of Tobirama’s head. “We’re all here, now.”

[pharaohbean]

with or without me

original upload: december 21st, 2024 on ao3

summary: " "Hey, Toya-kun," Akiyama nudged him with a grin. "Let's pick something for each other, yeah? We can reconvene at the dressing rooms right over there when we're done, okay?" Toya thought for a minute, putting a hand to his chin to physically convey to Akiyama that he was thinking (they didn't freeze up this time, so he considered it a success). "Alright, but I can't promise you it'll be to your tastes." "That's part of the fun!" Was Akiyama's final words before they disappeared into the abyss of clothes. "

A week after Mizuki returns to school after their sudden prolonged disappearance, they ask Toya to hang out one day. "Twinkling and twinkling, life begins to shine."

tags: Akiyama Mizuki & Aoyagi Touya | Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, Shopping, no beta we die like nagi, takes place post-ena5, How Do I Tag, been here for a while still not much of a clue LOL, a LOT of in-depth outfit descriptions, its like. a fourth of the fic ngl

warnings: none

author's note: we are SO back /ref this was a request from my good friend!! she requested mizutoya hanging out after ena5 and it got… Out Of Hand /pos i hope you all enjoy!!

When Asahina Mafuyu—the honors third-year from Miyamasuzuka Girl's Academy—approached Toya one day, the singer didn't think much of it, nor of her request about what had happened to Akiyama. He told her what he knew, about the supplemental classes he knew they'd have to take, but didn't hear anything else past that. Even when Akiyama returned to school soon after, they didn't really want to talk about what had happened.

There was one thing Toya could tell, though: a weight had been lifted from their shoulders, and whatever it had been, Toya was glad to see it gone. And if Akiyama didn't want to talk about it, then he wouldn't pry.

A week passed like this since Akiyama's return, and Vivid BAD SQUAD's trip to America was being planned in full-force. Toya found himself swamped in the finer details, being the only member who had any idea what international travel was like—getting Akito and Azusawa passports was going to be a nightmare, he could already tell. Sure, Taiga-san and Ken-san were helping plan out the trip and pay for tickets and whatnot, and even his own parents were offering the passing piece of advice, but he was the one his teammates and the VIRTUAL SINGERS were going to for questions.

Toya ran a hand through his hair, already feeling a migraine coming on. If he was this physically bad, that was a sign that he needed to take a step back. But step back and do what, he asked himself. This is all we can think about... All I can think about.

"Toya-kun~"

Toya flinched, suddenly shaken out of his thoughts by the voice of his classmate. When he reoriented himself, he looked up into Akiyama's concerned eyes. "Are you okay?" They asked, grabbing a chair to swing around in front of Toya's desk. "The bell rang like, five minutes ago..."

"Ah..." Toya grabbed his bag from the side of his table and began packing his stuff away. "I was lost in my thoughts. Thank you for letting me know, Akiyama."

They let out a hum, but said nothing else except staring at him with an intensity they only got around Ena-san. "Hey... Toya-kun?"

"Hmm?" Moon-silver eyes flickered up to pale-sakura eyes.

"Do you want to go somewhere after school?" They smiled lightly, a note of sadness and guilt hanging on their lips and in their eyes. Toya's movements paused for a moment as he ran through his itinerary for the day. He should— "It's okay if you have something with Otouto-kun and An and Kohane-chan, though! You guys are so busy with preparing to go to America and everything. And... I understand if you don't want to... hang out with me..." Their voice trailed off as they looked away, frowning sadly.

Oh, did they mistake his pause for hesitation of being in their presence? "I always like spending time with you, Akiyama," he said, closing and clicking his bag shut. "I was just mentally going over my schedule for today." Akiyama perked up, looking at him again. "I'd love to hang out with you. Do you have a place in mind?"The way Akiyama perked up, their smile returning to their face made Toya not regret the decision to cancel on the others in the slightest (note to self: send Vivid BAD SQUAD a text on his way that he wouldn't make it to crase cafe that afternoon). "Yup~! Just follow me, Toya-kun!"

Akiyama had taken the two of them to the mall—specifically, a little clothing store tucked away, deep within the mall.

"I hope it's okay that I brought us here, I haven't been here in a little while and wanted to see if anything new was in stock," Akiyama smiled sheepishly. Toya shook his head, a soft smile on his own lips.

"It's no problem, I'm a little curious myself. Akito's always been the one determining what I wear, so it'll be interesting to see what else is out there."

"Oh~? Otouto-kun does your outfits for you?" Akiyama's smile turned into a teasing grin. (For once,) Toya picked up on what they were trying to convey, and waved them off with a sigh.

"When I first entered the scene on Vivid Street, I didn't... exactly have any attire appropriate for it," he explained as Akiyama opened the door for him. "When we first partnered up, one of the first things Akito did was get me some street clothes. Even though we barely knew each other, he picked out something I immediately liked. So from then on, he just... keeps giving me clothes."

"Heh, I see," Akiyama breathed, following Toya through. They gave a quick hello to the manager at the front, before dropping their voice low. "When I was younger, I didn't always pursue the cute style, y'know. It was my sister who encouraged me to wear what I wanted. She even gave me this ribbon," she gestured to the ribbon tying up their hair then with a forlorn smile, "as a parting gift."

Toya smiled in return, grateful for the little bit of their heart they'd shown him, then took a proper look around the store. It seemed in this store, all kinds of fashion styles intersected and blended together. Whoever stocked this store had a good eye for each branch of clothing, while also displaying what was "in" at the time. Stocked nearly from top to bottom in a tiny little store, there were myriad of choices for the singer to consider.

"Hey, Toya-kun," Akiyama nudged him with a grin. "Let's pick something for each other, yeah? We can reconvene at the dressing rooms right over there when we're done, okay?"

Toya thought for a minute, putting a hand to his chin to physically convey to Akiyama that he was thinking (they didn't freeze up this time, so he considered it a success). "Alright, but I can't promise you it'll be to your tastes."

"That's part of the fun!" Was Akiyama's final words before they disappeared into the abyss of clothes. Toya blinked, suddenly feeling significantly more lost without their presence, before the singer turned around and began exploring the shop in the other direction. He wandered up and down the various aisles, peering into every little nook and cranny and examining every article of clothing he found, especially the ones with lighter colors that Toya knew Akiyama loved. Despite being situated inside an incredibly busy mall, the shop saw no other customers in their entire time there, nor did the manager disturb them outside of giving Toya a nod when he caught their eye.

Finally, after a really long time in the shop (Toya didn't want to check the time lest he discover it was something absurd, like dinnertime, or worse), Toya had narrowed down his choices to two different dresses, both sitting on the floor on the other side of the shop from the dressing rooms. One was a black and white dress, with puffed sleeves, a checkered corset, a multi-layered skirt similar to a rose's petals with black framing and white ribbons overlaying it, and mismatching full-length boots. Red fabric was scattered all over the dress, as if blood seeping out from opened wounds, and a black blindfold with a fake red-to-white rose was initially placed on top of the full outfit that Toya had taken it as well.

The singer knew that Akiyama had a dress similar to this (more of the barebones of a dress so intricate like this, and significantly more pink), and thus had pulled it out off of that basis. Additionally, he knew Akiyama would appreciate the blindfold; he had heard them joking with Shiraishi and Kamishiro-senpai, upon seeing the former's outfit for their Gekokujou release and the latter's outfit for his group's Cyberpunk Dead Boy release, about how they were like the three monkeys—Shiraishi was "hear no evil," Kamishiro-senpai was "speak no evil," so thus Akiyama should be "see no evil."

However, the more Toya stared at the bleeding monochrome outfit, the more unsettled he became by it. He didn't know why, but he just felt that it wasn't a good choice for Akiyama despite the fact that he knew fashionably they would appreciate the thought—could it be the red peering out of different places around the outfit, as if the outfit itself was ripped at the seams, that made him so uncomfortable? Or could it be the black frame looking too similar to a spider's web, or the ribbons seemingly haphazardly holding some of the rips together?

With a shake of his head, trying to clear his head of the spiraling dark thoughts, he put the first outfit back where he initially found it, making sure it was properly folded and restored to its original state. With that ruled out, he turned to his second and final choice, still lying on the floor, as if attempting to be innocent of the other's unknown crimes like it itself was guilty of them.

This dress was a discolored white (on the green spectrum, Toya's mind unhelpfully supplied) with quarter sleeves and a much longer, yet less poofy skirt. Faded tea-green decorated the sleeves and edges of the dress, ruffles acting to give the dress some volume. Around the collar was a pair of intricate butterfly's wings, the right side having been lined with pale-golden lines and colored with an opalescent hue. The waist had two butterfly wings wrapping all the way around, connecting to the large translucent sakura-pale bow with white detailing, permanently sewn on the back of the dress and reaching even further down than the skirt of the dress. The bottom of the dress scrunched in a little to allow the sakura flowers at the bottom be properly displayed; down the front-left side of the dress, a thick stripe of fade tea-green stretched down, with a sakura-pale ribbon woven over the top half to act as a replacement liner of sorts, ending in a nice bow. On the other side of the dress, a little print of sakura flowers and their leaves and vines came alive. Paired with white Mary Janes that had tiny little white flowers on their upper rim, sakura-pale ankle socks, and an artificial yoka as a headpiece made the outfit complete.

Toya gave the entire dress another once-over before smiling and nodding to himself. He folded it up and gathered all the pieces in his arms then trotted over to the dressing rooms.

"There you are!" Akiyama perked up, a set of clothes settled next to them on the silver bench. "You were taking a while, I was worried you got lost!"

"Sorry, it took me a while to determine which one I thought would look best on you," Toya smiled apologetically. Akiyama waved him off with a wink and a smile.

"I was just messing with you, don't worry! Now, lemme see what you picked! This here," they patted the clothes beside them, "is my outfit for you! Go try it on, okay?"

Toya nodded, handing Akiyama the dress in his arms, with all its pieces included, then took the pile beside them. He ducked into the dressing room, locked the door behind him, and took a deep breath. He let a few moments pass him by, trying to calm his fast-beating heart (why was it so nervous? It was a dress, and Akiyama already said it was okay if he didn't get it quite right) before examining the clothes offered to him.

On the top of the pile was a pair of dangling silver earrings and a silver glasses frame, a black belt, and black dress shoes. Toya set the smaller articles aside and unfolded the primary clothing items. First was the navy button-up shirt; when he opened it up, he was surprised to see gold, cyan, and bright blue flowers on parts of the arms and roughly half of his torso, the two halves of the shirt clearly separated by the solid stripe for the line of buttons going down. Under the shirt was a pair of white slacks that seemed perfect for any formal occasion, but when Toya looked closer he saw the brass buttons on the sides of the bottom of the legs and the slits on the outside revealing more of that multi-flower pattern "underneath" the pant legs.

Akiyama knows my tastes well, Toya thought idly as he pulled off his tie, blazer, and shirt. It's very similar to the outfit that MEIKO recommended to us for our blender photoshoot. Toya remembered that outfit pretty well—specifically, he remembered how much he enjoyed wearing it, and how saddened (strangely?) he was when he had to return it to the photographer. Did Shiraishi tell them, I wonder...

Before Toya realized it, he had assembled the main pieces of the outfit and found himself staring in the mirror. He smiled at himself in the mirror, remembering how important blender was to him and what it and the outfit of the photoshoot—and, somehow, this outfit too—meant to him. He grabbed the dress shoes and swapped out his shoes (despite the fact they were near-identical, Toya didn't want to slouch on any part of the outfit Akiyama had assembled for him), then slid the silver frames over his eyes. He grabbed the silver earrings (all clip-ons, his unpierced ears cried out in relief) and attached them, and slid the black belt through the belt loops. Just before he was going to slide the leftover belt through the loops again, however, he remembered what the photographer did the first time and decided to leave the extra belt hanging down the front. He pulled out his silver necklace from under his shirt and rummaged through the front pockets of his schoolbag for the extra rings he kept on hand (all from someone near and dear to him, but he couldn't handle the feeling of two rings clanking against each other on his fingers so he simply traded them out as he felt). Sliding a few extra on, steeling himself for the annoying metal-on-metal, he took a deep breath and examined his outfit one more time. With a determined nod, he opened the door and stepped back out.

Akiyama stood up from where they were on the bench, their eyes sparkling bright as they took in Toya's full appearance. "You look absolutely stunning, Toya-kun! I knew I made the right decision when I picked this outfit."

"Thank you, Akiyama." A smile tugged at Toya's lips despite the flush that was threatening to spread across his cheeks simultaneously. "But why haven't you put on your own outfit?"

"I wanted to check my work first and see that I was still on-top of my game!" Akiyama stepped a little closer and reached up to Toya's face; he closed his eyes as they adjusted his glasses and straightened out his hair. He muttered a quiet "thank you" as they grabbed his wrists lightly and adjusted his sleeves a little. They stepped back and took Toya in again, then nodded with a grin. "Yup! Still got it!"

"You should put on your own outfit, Akiyama." Toya folded his arms. They chuckled, waving him off with a "yes, yes~" as they gathered the clothes and stepped into the other dressing room. Toya let out a quiet sigh, smiling all the while, then went to change back into his school clothes, taking off all the additional accessories. He refolded everything and placed all the articles and accessories on the bench next to him. He pulled out his phone and began checking up on the various Nightcord servers he was in.

Some time later (Toya wasn't too sure, sometimes he got a little sucked in trying to figure out what the heck was going on online sometimes) the door of Akiyama's claimed dressing room creaked open a little. Toya perked up, putting his phone away.

"Akiyama?" He quietly called out when the door didn't open further after a few moments. "Everything alright?"

"Mm... mhm." Their reply was a lot quieter than Toya expected; had he messed up somehow? "Sorry, I just had to get my bearings."

"Take all the time you need," Toya reassured. Akiyama took a deep breath then opened their door all the way and walked out.

They held themselves carefully, somewhat smaller than Toya expected, as if they were made of glass. They wouldn't meet his eyes and played with the hair ornament in their hands, which brought Toya's attention to the most striking detail of all. "Do I look okay...?" They muttered.

Toya stood up and gently took the hair ornament from Akiyama's hands; with their eyes on him, watching his every move shakily, he carefully moved up to their shorter-than-usual hair. He pinned it carefully on the side of their head then took a step back. "It looks amazing, Akiyama. How did you get it so short? Did you...?"

"Ahaha, no," they smiled awkwardly. "I used a bunch of pins to tuck the longer parts of my hair underneath itself, so it all seems shorter than it actually is..."

"Well, it was a good choice as it looks wonderful. Your fashion sense is unparalleled," Toya commented, giving them a small smile. "I wouldn't have thought of such a little detail, but it really does change everything about the outfit."

"Well, you have such short hair so you wouldn't have needed to think about it!" Akiyama grinned, most of the nerves having washed off their body—a few lingered, but Toya could tell they were returning to their old self.

"I really like the outfit you got for me, you know. I think I'll get it. Do you think you'll get this dress?"

"Hehe, I'm glad I picked something of Toya-kun's tastes~ ...It's a little different from my usual style, and it's pretty pricey for someone like me, but... I really like this dress."

"Then I'll pay. Go get changed so I can take it to the register."

"Wh— Huh—?! Hey, Toya-kun?! You don't have to push!! I can get changed in a timely manner, you know!"

Despite their panicked words and his forceful motions, laughter bubbled out from the two of them.

"That was super fun... Thanks for coming with me, Toya-kun," Mizuki said after sipping on the bubble tea in their hand. They had insisted on paying for something, and when Toya-kun idly mentioned he'd very rarely had any kind of bubble tea Mizuki was determined to rectify that. So here the two of them were, walking back to Mizuki's place with bubble teas in hand and stomach and the setting sun behind them.

"Of course. As I said, I always like spending time with you. Don't ever be afraid to ask me to hang out with you; I'm sure Shiraishi and Akito feel the same way."

Mizuki laughed quietly for a moment before realizing that their classmate wasn't kidding. "...Thanks, Toya-kun."

Toya-kun smiled at them, then turned back to sipping on his bubble tea; Mizuki mirrored him, subtly leading him to their place as they turned down roads and waited at lights; comfortable silence hung between the two of them, Mizuki, at the very least, lost in their thoughts. As they turned into Mizuki's subdivision, Toya-kun spoke quietly.

"Akiyama?" He began, waiting a beat for their eyes to flicker to his. "I don't know what happened, but... If you need someone to talk to about whatever happened while you were gone, you can talk to me. I'll wait for you as long as you need, so please think about it."

"You don't have to tell me if you really can't right now... But that doesn't mean I'm giving up! I don't want to see you with that awful look on your face, and I want to help you in whatever way I can... So please, tell me when you feel you're ready. I'll be waiting until then."

The absurdity of it all, it almost had Mizuki laughing.

"Akiyama?"

Oh, they were actually laughing. Oops. Mizuki cut off their laughter and looked up at Toya-kun again; his eyes were filled with concern and worry, but no matter how much Mizuki stared and peered and searched his moon-silver eyes, nowhere in there could Mizuki find someone who would abandon or hurt or talk behind them.

"Sorry, it's just that... Ena promised me the same thing, y'know." Mizuki turned away from Toya-kun to stare down the road, noticing how close they were to their place. Our time together is about to end... I know I'll see Toya-kun again tomorrow if I show up at school, but I don't want to say "goodbye" or even "see you later" today. We'll see each other a lot in the following days, weeks, months, and years as our lives move forward, but... Will I ever be able to tell them? Could I tell Toya-kun, or An or otouto-kun or Rui, or all the people in my life? Can I do something, still? Or will I...

Mizuki shook their head, dispelling the thoughts. They stopped in their tracks and put their arms behind their back, a mischievous grin falling over their lips. "Hey, Toya-kun! Do you want to have dinner with my parents and sister? My sis is in town for once, and I'm sure she'd be delighted to meet you!"

"Wouldn't she want to meet someone like Ena-san or Asahina-san first, though...?" Toya-kun tilted his head. Mizuki waved his concerns off, much to his amused bemusement.

"I want her to meet all my friends! Who she meets first isn't important, just as long as she meets you all!" Mizuki looked away sheepishly. "...Also she already met them a few months ago, the last time she was here."

"I see," Toya-kun drawled, giving them a half-patronizing half-mirthful look. "Well, in that case I'd be delighted to meet your family."

"Perfect! C'mon, I'm sure Mom's making way too much food for us four anyways; she always does that when sis comes home." Mizuki began running towards their house. Behind them, they could hear Toya-kun's startled shouts and rushed footsteps as he tried to catch up to them. They looked back and gave him a big grin, nearly barreling into a lamp post in the process. They stopped to calm their heart, in which time Toya-kun caught up to them, out of breath. They looked at each other and began laughing, walking normally the short distance to Mizuki's place.

I don't know if I can tell you today, Toya-kun, or tomorrow, or the next week or the week after, or in the following months and even years. But one of these days, I'll tell you, and everyone else too. I'll tell you the secret I've been hiding, just like how I told the rest of my group. I'll tell you just like I told my sister and parents. I'll tell you and hope and pray you really meant what you said. Like that song I saw: "Even if I know it won't come true, even if the world has already ended, even with or without me, still—"

"I have to do something, still." So just wait for me, okay?

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Okay so recently I've had brainrot about Bakugou and Deku being brothers so here goes the headcannons:

Something happened to Inko when Izuku was little and he got adopted by the Bakugous which is why they're brothers on the first place

Most of their classmates don't know bc they have different last names

In middle school they avoided addressing each other as siblings in the presence of other people, but during highschool they got more comfortable doing it

Most of the bullying never happened bc Mitsuki would not allow that in her house

"Niichan" and "Kacchan" are completely interchangeable

If you put them on a team together, the other side is doomed. If you put them on opposite teams, they will attack each other with feral ferocity and will not rest until they win

When Deku extra-annoys him, Katsuki will call him "otouto" (it means little brother, but it's rlly rude to use it in second person. Like "my little brother did this" or "his little brother did this" or "I'm his little brother" is fine, but "Hey, little brother" is rude. You can say "Hey, big brother" but not "Hey, little brother." But Kacchan is Kacchan.)

They live for the day one of them sleeps in late. They've come up with all sorts of creative ways to wake each other up

On the surface it looks like they hate each other but actually they'd die for one another

They fight. A lot. But it's usually because one of them is being stupid and the other wants him to stop being stupid

They have a lot of weird in-jokes

Katsuki has a written record of how many times he's beat Izuku at something and how many times Izuku has beat him at something. It goes back years

Izuku pretends not to care about it but actually he does. A lot.

No matter how small the competition is, if you pit them against each other they will make it a Major Contest

If Katsuki is sad, Izuku tries to cheer him up with The Dumbest Jokes on the Planet

They steal each other's food all the time. Izuku doesn't really like the spicy but dammit he's gonna take Kacchan's food if Kacchan is gonna take his

Both of them have gotten exceptionally good at not laughing & snorting liquid out their nose bc they had a contest of getting the other to do that for a long time. It's still going on

God they would be the most brothers of all time. You’ve absolutely NAILED their dynamic this is perfect

I wonder what everyone else would think? They’d most likely assume that growing up together just makes them act like brothers, but the rest of 1A would be SHOCKED learning that theyre actually related

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Card shuffle / Episode 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiiro, Niki, HiMERU, Kohaku

"So we're the stepping stones, the sacrificial lambs."

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Season: Winter

Location: Café Cinnamon

At the same time, in the ES building, at the coffee shop Cinnamon.

Hiiro: Hello! I'm Hiiro Amagi and I'll be taking over as the leader of Crazy:B starting today!

Everyone, I'm looking forward to working with you!

Niki: Aah, Otouto-san, come in, come in~♪

Please grab a seat there and sit tight for a sec, I'll treat you to lunch as a welcome~♪

HiMERU: —Shiina seems strangely upbeat.

Kohaku: Even if it's just for now, I reckon he's glad to be freed from Rinne-han's tyranny.

HiMERU: That sentiment is understandable. However, considering the plan ES has proposed, it's hard to be entirely happy about it.

A showdown between Crazy:B and ALKALOID, an all-out war...

There's certainly some demand for a clash between the newcomers who gained most prominence in ES's inaugural year.

However, there are several concerns.

First of all, given the grandiose and flashy nature of this project, there's a risk that the public perception of us may be fixed to "that" in the future.

Kohaku: We might be endlessly stuck playin' the roles of the Crazy:B and ALKALOID who're always at each other's throats...

I ain't fond of that at all, it might make it hard to get involved with my buddy Rabu-han.

HiMERU: Right. And structurally, there's a high probability that Crazy:B are set to be the villains, the losers in this plan.

That's how wrestling works. The heroes triumph over the villains and bask in the applause.

Kohaku: So we're the stepping stones, the sacrificial lambs. If someone had to pick between ALKALOID and Crazy:B as the villains... Right?

I'm sure that as the project organizers, ES'd prefer to promote the so very well-behaved ALKALOID.

HiMERU: Yes. However, it would be unpleasant to be used as a mere stepping stone in such a way.

While we may not be saints, HiMERU refuses to be demonized as a villain just to further emphasize the righteous.

Kohaku: ...Well, yeah, I ain't fond of that either. I don't mean to be cold-hearted, but we've got no obligation to prop ALKALOID up like that.

I'd be willin' to be a stepping stone for someone I like, but bein' forced to do so for folks I've got nothin' to do with is a different story.

HiMERU: Indeed. Therefore, HiMERU has devised a plan.

In accordance with this project's script, the leaders of Crazy:B and ALKALOID will be temporarily swapped, correct?

Our leader will no longer be that embodiment of evil, Rinne Amagi, but his younger brother, who is clearly a good kid at a glance.

Kohaku: Uh-huuh, I've got it, HiMERU-han. A leader's like a banner, and if that banner's been swapped out for a more innocent-lookin' one—

HiMERU: Exactly. Our overall image could also be painted in a positive light. No, let's make it so.

Under a new leader, we will be born again as virtuous beings. At least, we'll make it look that way to the world.

Then, we'll become the allies of justice, using the "villainous ALKALOID" led by Amagi as our own stepping stones.

We will no longer be the miserable losers, but the shining protagonists.

Kohaku: That's an enticin' idea. Yeah, if that's the case, what we need—

Hiiro: ...? Um, is it okay if I say hello?

Kohaku: Of course ♪ C'mere, c'mere, Hiiro-han!

Hehe. Things got a bit weird, but let's all get along, yeah? ♪

HiMERU: Yes ♪ Oops, the chair's a bit dusty. Let HiMERU take care of it with his handkerchief—Wipe, wipe ♪

Kohaku: (...A tad too obvious, ain't it?)

HiMERU: (No, Amagi's younger brother seems to be a very straightforward person.)

(Those kinds tend to be somewhat obtuse, so it's best to be overly blatant in displays of goodwill.)

Kohaku: (Ah, so by playin' nice llike this, Hiiro-han'll get motivated. And he might even be determined to do his best for us in Matrix.)

HiMERU: (Exactly. And so, by brilliantly defeating the ALKALOID led by Amagi, who seems blatantly unwilling to do so—we, Crazy:B, will emerge victorious in this project.)

HiMERU: (The victors are justice! Thus, we will become not miserable losers, but the winners who garner applause!)

Kohaku: (Feels a bit uncomfortable deceivin' such a genuinely good kid. But this is a real competition—ain't nothin' sinister 'bout it, so no one can call it cowardly~ Koh koh koh ♪)

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[mikmikey]

"you couldn't choose any other colors?" asked mephisto as he watched his brother trying to deal with his kimono's sleves (is that a kimono or more like a yukata?)

"aniue you always choose pink, purple or white. why can't I use these colors" Amaimon whined as he looked up at his brother

Mephisto moved his hairs out of his face as he speaked "If you continue like that, you'll rip the sleve with those nails of yours" he said as he helped his otouto

"these are claws, at least I kept something from my demon form" Amaimon answered

"oh don't open this argument again, I kept my nails too but I only pull them out when I'm with you or alone" Mephisto said as he showed Amaimon how he can refract his claws.

"you didn't keep your fangs tho.."

"oh, piss off"

I found this art on pineterest: Ria P.

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Not entirely Hypmic related, but I did get curious after thinking about it for the Buster Bros. I know that Japanese people tend to refer to each other on a last-name first basis if they're not particularly close, but when speaking to siblings, how would this work? Like "Yamada-kun" for example, could apply to all 3 brothers.

Yeah, you could call them all Yamada-san. I feel like it wouldn't be super confusing in practice because it's difficult to think of a situation where you'd be at "Yamada-san" level with all three of them.

See, name honorifics are one of a number of ways the speaker indicates what they feel about the listener--emotional closeness/distance, respect/admiration, paternalistic warmth--but everyone around the globe adjusts their speech to indicate this too. Japanese explicitly codifies it into language, but even if you speak nothing but English, you can find those same concepts in your ordinary life.

Let's pretend you're 17 and one of Jirou's classmates. How would you refer to Jirou? Well, how do you (or did you, if you--the person reading this--are no longer a teen) talk to your classmates compared to teenage strangers? You probably feel more comfortable with them, so your conversation takes on a more relaxed, casual tone than with a total stranger. Maybe you share inside jokes, use slang, use more contractions. In Japanese, you can do all of those things and also say "Jirou-kun" or "Yamada-kun" to show that emotional closeness. Ichirou, then, is your clasmmate's older brother. You probably don't know him very well. People, especially young people, tend to look up to or admire those who are older than them. If you've ever had a cool older friend, friend's older sibling, or friend of a sibling, maybe you wanted them to think you were cool too. You wouldn't use the same inside jokes as you would with a classmate, and you'd probably (at least subconsciously) be a bit more deferential. So, one of the ways you would express that in Japanese is through "Yamada-san" or "Ichirou-san." Saburou, on the other hand, is your classmate's little sibling. Kids and teens don't tend to respect little siblings or younger kids all that much. Not like there's anything wrong with them--they're just young! They lack the same experience you do. They say stupid things because they are yet to be 17 and, consequently, paragons of maturity and knowledge. Duh. Your language choice reflects these subconscious judgements. You might start speaking in a slightly higher pitch or be otherwise a little more patronizing (like, "Oh, you're on the chess club at school? And the science bowl? Wow, that's so cool! Good for you!" *exchanges a Knowing Look w/ Jirou over Saburou's head*). In Japanese, you might also say "Saburou-kun." Let's try another scenario. Let's say you're an unrelated adult facing all three of the Buster Bros. Maybe you're with the orphanage? Either way, you're an adult facing three kids you don't know very well. You can respect them as individuals, but you're still likely to treat them a little differently than you would treat adults. You might use simpler language, or you might be a little jokey or friendly to try to put them at ease. In Japanese, you could also express that like "Ichirou-kun," "Jirou-kun," and "Saburou-kun." (If this is present day Ichirou and you think of him as an adult, he'd probably be "Yamada-san.") Worst comes to worst and you truly are in a situation where all three take "Yamada-san," I feel like it'd be fine to use "oniisan" and "otouto-san" (big and little brother) to differentiate. Or simply use their full names. "Yamada Ichirou-san," "Yamada Jirou-san," etc. I could see that being appropriate for very formal contexts. Sorry for the wall of text, but I feel like there's an aura of mystique around Japanese, especially when it comes to respectful language and honorifics, and I consider it important to not feed into that or the idea that there's something unique or endemic about the mindsets of people who use Japanese. We're all just people! And while it's insulting to erase differences in cultures and personal circumstances, it's likewise dehumanizing to pretend that our communication methods lock us in or out of basic human feelings and experiences. Languages provide lenses to approach the world, and some languages cast a focus on or obscure different elements than others. Still, that doesn't change who we fundamentally are inside, and I consider it crucial to keep this in mind whenever translating or discussing language across spacial and cultural borders. That's why I like to break concepts down to the underlying ideas instead of locking them in one language or another. Hopefully this helps! :)

[pachu09]

I like to imagine that Tobirama is one of the girls kinda guy. (Except that he is gay). Women felt safe around him despite his prickly nature. He invented gay best friend accidentally lmao. (Touka and Mito is one of his best friends). But he also belongs to a clique of courtesans from the Fire Country. He visited them when he is on break to hang out with them. Because of this he is dubbed as a playboy or a womanizer. Whenever they have a girl’s night out, I bet you Tobirama will be there lmao. (Much to the confusion of Hashirama lmao).

Madara scowls as he looked out of the window. " There he is again. I can't believe your Brother really is a playboy, Hashirama!. "

Izuna peeked in at what his Brother was looking at. Down below, standing on the main road, he saw Senju Tobirama was once again surrounded by many beautiful Noble Females that joyously tittered and giggled at him. The man even had a small smile as he gamely answers the questions and curiosity that they throw at him. He too scowled as it looked like the man would never escape from his annoying Fangirls.

" Tch. I've been waiting for at least half an hour in his office and he still hasn't ditched them?. " Izuna pouted as he glared at Tobirama’s back.

Madara turns to his brother with a nasty sneer on his face. " What else can you expect from a serial womanizer like him! "

Izuna was was taken aback at his Aniki's venomous tone. He eyed the man worriedly.

" Now, now. Madara. My Otouto is not a womanizer. My Mito and Touka can confirm it. He's just really friendly when it comes to the opposite sex and I don't even know why they trust him so?. " Hashirama strokes his smooth chin in thought. The Uchiha Brothers both turn to him with extreme skepticism on their faces.

" Why else would they flock to him if he didn't slept with them?. " Izuna scrunches his face at his Brother’s question. Yeah, why else would they flock to him?. Its not as if those Courtesans or even Noble Women can keep up with Tobirama’s genius mind....

The office door opening unexpectedly made the three men turn around to look at their guest.

" How about those women actually find Tobirama is a safe man to talk to?. " Mito's graceful form walked in without much fanfare. The three men looked at each other and gave Mito a confused look.

Mito gave them a pointed look back especially Madara. " Tobirama will never sleep with any of them because they're not his type. "

Madara blushes furiously, Izuna choked in his spit. Hashirama’s face darken quickly.

" Are you saying I have to protect my Otouto from lecherous men, Mito–chan?! " Hashirama stood up from his chair and the Hokage desk rotting quickly beneath his hands made the Uchiha Brothers backpedal quickly.

Mito quickly assured her Husband. " No. You don't need to do that, Hashirama. Tobirama can take care of himself. You'll make him embarrassed if you unnecessarily protect him. "

Hashirama scowled more. " But, Mito!. "

Mito glowers. " No!. Enough, Husband!. Tobirama is a grown Adult. Let him decide for himself and support him with whatever he decided to do!. Also, please turn the desk back to what it looks like. "

Hashirama wilted and pouted, he did what his Wife had requested of him. The rotten desk beneath his hands had immediately became smooth and polished as if it was newly made again.

Mito smiled proudly at her Husband and Hashirama beam back at her. The Hokage then let his Wife usher him out of his own office. He never even saw Mito throwing his bestfriend a knowing look.

Izuna, with a sly look turns to Madara as soon as the office door closes. " Soooo....are you ready to court the shit out of Tobirama?. "

Madara slap a palm over his brother's mouth. " Shhh....be quiet!. The plants are listening!. " they both warily eyed the small cactus plant on Hashirama’s desk and the many bonsai that littered the windows of the Hokage's office.

When the smallest of the bonsai rustled its leaves, Madara and Izuna paled and Shūnshin out of the office like they were set on fire.

They're not suicidal enough to confront an angry Hashirama, yet.

Probably after they successfully secured Tobirama as an Uchiha will they then confront the man....

[rorimoon9597]

"I don't wanna," Keith pouted. Takashi sighed, staring down at his hands.

Okaasan, what do I do? He thought to himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Patience yields focus. Remember that. He opened his eyes again.

"Akira, you have to, alright? School is important," Takashi said.

"But it's loud," Keith whined.

"I know, but once school's over you can come right back home where it's quieter, alright?" Keith studied him, probably trying to detect a lie in there somewhere.

"Okay," he finally conceded. Takashi felt himself relax. He offered a smile to Keith.

"Alright, then. Let's get you ready, yeah?" Keith just nodded in response.

Keith's response to why he didn't want to go to school was ever so slightly concerning. Takashi was fairly certain that school being too loud was not a normal reason to not go to school.

I'll have to see if I can do any research into it. I want to help in any way I can, Takashi thought as he went downstairs with Keith and took the lunchbox that was offered to him to put into Keith's bag and then the lunchbox offered for himself.

"Alright, are we ready to go?" Sarah asked. Keith just nodded his head.

"Yep," Takashi said. He led Keith out to the car, Sarah behind them to lock the door.

They went to drop Keith off first, seeing as his new school was rather close. Takashi went in with him to get him situated in his new classroom, while Sarah stayed in the car.

"Hello! I'm Ms Summers, do need any help?" A kindly woman with her hair tied up in a bun asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm here to drop him off," Takashi said, motioning towards Keith.

"Alright! What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Keith," he replied in a small voice. Ms Summers smiled kindly.

"Alrighty, then, follow me and I'll help you find your classroom." Ms Summers looked at Takashi. "You can follow along so you know where to find him at the end of the day."

"Thank you, Ms," Takashi said. Ms Summers waved her hand.

"Don't mention it. Let's go find your classroom, yeah?" Keith nodded. He was clinging to Takashi, which he'd gotten used to.

Ms Summers led them to the office, where Takashi gave them Keith's full name. Then Ms Summers led them to the room that they mentioned.

"You're in my class, Keith," Ms Summers said.

"That's cool, isn't it, Keith?" Keith just mutely nodded. "Sorry, he's been like this a lot recently."

"That's fine. A lot of kids his age are often nervous when they start at school, especially when it's in the middle of the year like this." Takashi nodded.

When they got to Keith's new classroom, Takashi bent down to hug him.

"I don't want to be here," Keith said.

"I know, otouto, but you have to be here, okay?" Keith nodded. "Have a good day, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

"Mr Hippo will keep you company."

"Okay."

"Bye, Keith. Have a good day."

"Bye." Takashi walked out of the room, leaving Keith alone. Ms Summers distracted him by showing him around the room. She had a lot of experience when it came to this stuff. Teachers had to have this kind of experience when they taught younger kids who had only ever been with their parents for four years of their lives.

Takashi walked back to the car and hopped in.

"Right, let's get you to school," Sarah said. Takashi simply nodded, buckling himself in as Sarah started the car again and pulled out of the parking space.

His own school was five minutes away from Keith's school, so the ride didn't take that long. Sarah took him to the office to get his schedule and his locker number, then she left for work.

"You'll be shown around by another student," the office lady said.

"Thank you," Takashi said. The office lady smiled.

"You're welcome. Go wait over there while your guide comes."

"Alright." Takashi went and sat on a seat. He studied his timetable while he waited.

A girl entered the office five minutes later. Takashi watched as she walked up to the front desk and talked to the lady behind it. She pointed to Takashi, and the girl turned to look at him. He noticed that she was wearing a Harvard sweatshirt and baggy jeans. She had a head band on and glasses, too. She seemed like the kind of person to become a class president or become a lawyer.

Takashi stood up as she walked over to him, a bounce in her step.

"Hi there! I'm Emily, and I'll be your guide while you adjust to the school," she said.

"I'm Shiro," he replied. Emily smiled.

"It's nice to meet you Shiro," she said.

"It's nice to meet you too."

"May I see your timetable?" Emily asked. Takashi handed over his timetable. Emily scanned it. "Oh, you're doing Japanese?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Not many people choose to do it. They prefer more romantic languages, like Spanish or French. Japanese is a really cool language, though."

"Uh... yeah, it is. I'm actually Japanese myself," Takashi said.

"Oh! That's so cool! Now, you have English first up. I also have that now. Let's get going," Emily said. She handed him his timetable back.

"Thank you," he said, probably out of habit.

Emily led him through the halls, talking about some of the school's programs that he might want to consider, and then sharing information about some of the teachers. It was nice of her to do so, though Takashi didn't think that he would want to join any after school clubs, not when he still had to take care of Keith. Sarah might be their current foster mother, but Keith would only let Takashi help him.

This is going to be stressful, he thought to himself.

Emily led him to Homeroom, which he also had with her. He felt like the school had decided to put him in a few of her classes so that he would have someone he knew with him.

"Go sit wherever you would like," She said. Takashi nodded, and sat at the very back of the classroom. They had five minutes before school started, and the classroom was full already.

Almost as soon as he left to sit down, Emily was surrounded by a group of girls. They talked to her, glancing at Takashi far too frequently for him to be comfortable. He knew that they were talking about him.

He ignored them as much as he could, though it was proved to be hard when they were looking at him every five seconds. He chose to look around the classroom from his seat and watch how others around him interacted, trying to separate the different groups. It was only slightly hard, though he was only successful at separating the bullies from the rest before the teacher came in.

"Alright class, settle down," he said as the bell rang. Students rushed to their seats. "So, we have a new student today. Takayashi Shirogain, would you like to come up and introduce yourself?" Takashi cringed at the mispronunciation of his name, but he got up all the same and joined the teacher at the front of the class.

"Uh... Hi, I'm Takashi Shirogane, but I prefer Shiro," he said. There were giggles from some of the students.

"Do you have anything you'd like to share about yourself?" The teacher asked.

"No," he replied. The teacher nodded.

"Well, I'm Mr Baldwin. You can go sit back down." Takashi went and sat down in his seat. He breathed out a sigh of relief, but he could still feel some people looking at him.

Mr Baldwin started talking about something else, which slowly took the attention off of him. One of the boys was staring at him. Takashi ignored it.

After homeroom was, as Emily had said, English. There were different people in the class, and the teacher, who was a kindly woman, introduced herself. They played a bit of a game for him to get to know his classmates, then they started the lesson. Mrs Wilkinson caught him up on the work that they were doing. Which, right now, they were watching a movie.

He moved through the day with different guides, all from Emily's friend group. Emily would take it upon herself to be his main guide though, and during lunch she took the time to show him to the bathrooms and ate lunch with him. It was rather nice.

At the end of the day, he left, saying goodbye to some of the people who had helped him.

"How was your day?" Sarah asked.

"It was actually really good," he replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Some of the teachers butchered my name, but that's normal. Not many people know how to pronounce Japanese names," he said. Sarah hummed.

"Unfortunately, some people don't care to learn hos vowels sound in other languages. It's a shame, really," she said. Takashi nodded.

They got to Keith's school, and Sarah let Takashi go and get him. He walked along the path he'd taken that morning to Keith's classroom, where his younger brother was colouring in a picture quietly while his classmates ran around. Ms Summers looked up at him and smiled.

"Keith, you can go now," she said. Keith looked up, and his face lit up when he saw Takashi. He packed up his things and bounded over to him.

"Hey, Keith, how was your day?" Takashi asked.

"It was okay," Keith replied. He reached up to grab Takashi's hand. He let his younger brother take it.

"That's good. Are you ready to leave?" Keith nodded.

They waved to Ms Summers and walked out to the car, where Sarah was waiting. Takashi helped Keith then got back in himself. Sarah tried to make small talk with Keith about his day, and she got some answers. Simple sentences, nothing long, no long rants about his day like what Takashi got.

He supposed that it was progress.

When they got home, Takashi and Keith sat at the table together to do homework. Takashi helped Keith out, while Sarah prepared them an afternoon snack that consisted of chocolate chip cookies, apple slices, and bananas. She also gave them a glass of juice each.

When Takashi was sure that Keith's homework was finished, he let his brother go off and play by himself while Takashi worked on his own homework. When he was finished, he cleaned up his mess and took it back to his room.

He went over to Keith's room to find him playing with Duplo blocks. He looked up when Takashi entered, but went back to playing soon after.

"Hey, Akira," he said. Keith hummed in response. "Did you make any friends today?"

"No," came the reply. Takashi frowned slightly. Keith... wasn't the best at making friends. He knew this. Takashi could only hope that he'd be able to make at least one friend some day.

Life was lonely if you didn't have any.

Takashi didn't want Keith to be lonely.

How do I help him? He asked himself, watching as Keith continued to play, stacking blocks onto each other and driving cars along the board that they were stacked on, always in an order, in this one particular way.

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Pt1 pt2

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Part two

Yandere Alban Knox x Mute Male Reader

Alban smiled happily at the taller male who looked uneasy at the sudden appearance. "M/n kouhai!" He chirped. M/n was quick to walk away before the cat thief grabbed his wrist, his grip a bit too strong. "Why are you running," he had a blank look before it switched into a happy one before M/n could see. "I was trying to give you something!" Yugo looked in worry at the sudden switch in his genmate. "Yo, Aban." He spoke resting his chin on M/n shoulder. He stared at the spot before handing the s/c a decorated cookie... "Ayo. That looks like cum." He spoke up making Alban scream and quickly taken the cookies back. "I think I used too much water! I'll remake these,"

The mute male stared before taking the bag of cookie, he took one and ate it. It was still a bit wet so a bit was stuck to his lips. Yugo and Alban stared in shock. Alban turned red at the sight. Yugo stared in shock before using his sleeve to wipe his mouth. "Oi! You perverted messubuta!" Yugo began screaming in Japanese while Alban was screaming back apologizing. Yugo glared while hurrying to clean the face of the other who stared a bit confused.

He took another cookie. The frosting sticking to his fingers so he calmly licked it off. Alban and Yugo stared before Alban shoved Yugo away and slammed M/n into an empty room. "Wah! Neko-chan! No! Calm yourself!" A hand dragged Yugo away who screeched. "Sonny Brisko—!" He shouted as Sonny smiled innocently.

"Mine. Please be mine, Kouhai." He whispered tracing his hands over your features on your face before gently rubbing away the small spot of icing. He leaned down and licked the icing away. You jolt feeling his knee gently grinding against your dick. "M/n," he purrs while slipping his hands into your shirt, running his fingers up your stomach and to your chest.

He was doing whatever he could for you to speak to him, any noise, even a curse would satisfy him. Something that only he would hear. Your eyes fluttered closed trying to keep calm, to not say a single word or sound out of spite. You knew how Alban looked at you. How he lust for you and how possessive he was.

"You're hard, M/n." He whispered gleefully and pulled his knee away to look at the bulge he created. "This is something Yugo will never see." He spoke happily. "You didn't let him touch you, right? Everything is for me right?" He spoke making you feel annoyed and flustered. You shake your head. "That's great!"

He continues to rant about Yugo. Of course, it's tame. Yugo is his friend and almost like a brother... You grunt in annoyance as hencontiues.

"... Don't... Talk about Yugo... Like that." You struggle to say... Alban stared at you. Both hurt and angered. "Do... Do you have a crush on him?" You glared at feeling frustrated. "No! He's my otouto!" You raised your voice.

The two of you pause. Alban stops every movement. "Otouto... You're Yugo's brother?!" It slowly makes sense... "Wait! So why does he keep cockblocking me?!" He shouts. Feeling the tightness in your pants was getting too much.

'Crash!'

"Alban! Get away from him!" "Yugo please!"

Yugo shoved Alban away and helped M/n up, he pointed at the cat angrily. "Don't touch him again! Ya hear me," you ruffled his hair, calming him down. "Alban. Ask me out normally next time." Yugo screamed. "No!"

Alban stared.

"Hai! Please be mine, only mines! If you date anyone else I know how to hide their bodies! Sonny will help!"

Sonny nodded happily.

"On second thought..."

[denialcity]

for adoration grow - tobiizu unconventional hanahaki au - 550/?

Madara shifted then, to try and look up at Izuna, puzzled frown audible in his voice. 

"Otouto, I reinstated you." 

Izuna rolled his eyes. 

"No, you broke me out of jail and didn't care what anyone else thought about it." 

Madara's back muscles tensed over Izuna's crossed legs. 

"No, I don't," he agreed, voice low and aggrieved. "And if they have a problem with it, they can say it to my face." 

Izuna sighed and tried to push Madara into sitting up again. 

"You're not helping people believe you're reasonable or calm like that," Izuna said. 

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