#✯｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ .⁠✧ nao cries

[lebomboniere06]

Official teaser 🙌🙌Haie sensei 🫠

[ttaibhse]

driving with my dad has become more stressful than driving with my mum #feminism

[caffeiiine]

finished and more wahhhhhh!!!!

this is why i can't have favorites T^T. they all die on me T^T. why can't i have nice things T^T?

i guess i'm going to wait for the final part of the third chapter. i don't know how long that'll be, which is fine :D.

GSHSG 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[weirdo-autumn]

WHAT IF…….. WHAT IF I MAKE FANART OF NAO…… NAO NISHI…………. BEST GIRL/BOY/PERSON…………….

I'M TELLING YOU I WILL EXPLODE I GIVE FULL PREMISSION DO ITRGAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHH GO COOK ANON

[rekino2114]

Prompt 38 for Nao Egakoro.

Because...y'know.

Nobody deserves to die in that game, especially her.

Nao egokoro comforting you after a nightmare

Pairing:nao egokoro x gn reader

A/n:Seriously, her death was so unfair, at least joe actually got the sacrifice card from the start

Spoilers for yttd chapter 2

The second main game was literally a nightmare for you, even more than the rest of the death game.

The possibility of nao being the sacrifice and being basically guaranteed to die came up, and you could not accept that, the fact that you would have to watch your girlfriend die in a brutal way like everyone else made you want to cry, scream and puke all at the same time.

During the convention, that possibility turned into a certainty, and you were livid, partly because you still hadn't fully processed the possibility of the person you loved most being killed right in front of your eyes and partly because it was all just so completely unfair, nao was being killed just because she was a not on the same level of importance the others were or some other bullshit like that, so gashu just gave her the sacrifice card, he even preferred to kill himself rather than let nao live

Of course, sara didn't vote for her. She was too good-hearted to let everyone else die here, plus she knew that nao would have chosen to escape with you and not her. And so it was over, your and nao's votes weren't enough so she had to be executed

"Ah.......so this it it"

"N-no, nao please, you can't just give up like that.....s-safalin is there nothing you can do?"

The floormaster avoided your look and simply covered her eyes (despite being the number 1 safalin fan I still have no idea what that thing on her head is called)

"I-i'm afraid not, I need to go through with the execution of the sacrifice first......I'm...sorry"

"............."

"Hey y/n, why are you frowning like that? You're not gonna die. you should be happy about that"

You turned to see your girlfriend looking at you with one of her wide smiles. Usually, you loved seeing her smile like that, but right now, not even one cell in your body could feel happiness

"W-what are you saying? You're going to die nao, I love you, i-i can't just be happy knowing that-"

"......y/n......I love you too.....so please just accept this"

"H-huh?"

"I'm not asking you to forget me obviously, but I hate seeing you in pain....s-so please don't cry......i-if you cry then....."

Nao wiped her eyes a bit and you saw that she started tearing up too

"I-it makes me wanna cry too"

You instinctively hugged her and started to stroke her long hair, just like you always did when she cried

"....n-no....I'm the one supposed to be comforting you....*sniffle* w-why?"

"....I was so selfish"

"W-what?"

"I was so worried about me that I didn't even realize how scary this must be to you, I'm sorry nao"

".......y/n......I love you so much"

".....me too"

"I'll paint a picture of you in the afterlife, I'll show professor mishima and reko too, it will be the best thing I'll ever paint"

"I'm sure it will, I can't wait to see it"

"And we'll all be cheering you on from there alright? So don't give up or anything like that"

"Don't worry I wasn't planning on doing that anyway"

"That's good.....i-i think I'm ready now"

"......really?"

"N-not really........c-can we kiss? One last time?"

".......of course"

You two kissed, a feeling of melancholy spread through your body when you did, knowing it was gonna be the last kiss you'll share

"Goodbye y/n, I love you"

"I love you too"

Nao got dragged to her execution, and it was even more brutal than you expected. Her entire torso got crushed by a contraption as you could do nothing but silently cry.

"Y/n,y/n"

You woke up in a cold sweat to see nao standing above you in her adorable color splashes covered pajamas

"Is everything OK? I could hear you sniffling and it woke-"

"You're ok!"

You immediately hugged her and started crying again

"You're alive nao, I'm so happy!"

"Y-yeah I am......why wouldn't I be?"

"S-sorry I think I had a nightmare"

"Oh it must have been terrible.....y-you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm always here to hear you out"

".....we were all trapped in a death game and you got executed really brutally....i-i don't want to remember it"

"That's fine, let's just start cuddling again alright? I think that will help you"

"Definitely"

She smiled back at you and started holding you close again as you fell onto the bed

"I love you y/n, and I'll never ever ever leave you don't forget that OK?"

".......I love you too, I'll never leave you either"

[tecontos]

Minha "Marida" de viagem (lesb)

By; Deia

Ooi sou a Deia, sou morena 26 anos, gostosa, sou comissária e casada.

A minha historia aconteceu sem querer no meio do ano passado (e tem continuado).

Sai em mais uma viagem pelo Brasil, e sempre que estou fora do meu estado, eu durmo em hoteis que a empresa nos fornece, nós sempre trabalhamos com uma tripulação de cinco pessoas, mas nunca sao as mesmas pessoas, as vezes leva uns dois meses para vc trabalhar com a mesma tripulação, é uma maneira que a empresa faz pra você não se envolver com seus colegas, que quase sempre nao dá certo, rsrsrrrr.

Bom por um acaso eu tenho uma amiga, a Cris, que nossa escala casou três vezes seguidas, ela é loira, Gaúcha de olhos azuis,  nao muito alta,e muito linda.

Nesta ultima escala, paramos em recife, para pernoitar, as 17:00 estavamos cansadas, e fomos descansar, acordei com o telefone tocando, era a Cris me chamando pra gente conhecer a cidade e jantar, ai eu falei;

- Cris, vc já viu as horas, sao 23:00, tá maluca vc nem conhece esse lugar e quer sair uma hora dessa.

Ela me disse;

- deixa de ser medrosa, já chamei um taxi, vamos logo

Me convenceu, me arrumei e fui. Chegamos numa pizzaria com uma banda com musica ao vivo, que tocava muito forro, muito bom, bebemos cerveja, comemos um churrasco, botamos nossas fofocas em dia, falamos de nossos relacionamentos, enfim uma noite normal.

Ate que fomos dançar nos duas, estavamos dançando agarradas um gostoso forro, quando dois rapazes nos chamaram pra dançar , dançarmos, eram pessoas legais, mas nada de mais.

Voltamos pra mesa mais euforicas, porque quando dançamos com os rapazes, sabe como é, uma esfregaçao só, deu uma vontade de fazer algo a mais, rsrsrrrr, nossa conversa a mesa ficou mais quente, nossas maos começaram a se tocar, com mais frequencia, quando ela falou;

- Deia vamos embora, preciso tomar um banho frio, estou com fogo danado.

Eu disse; - vamos que tambem fiquei com vontade.

Pegamos o taxi e voltamos pro hotel, quando estavamos no corredor dos nossos quartos, ela me disse;

- Deia dorme no meu quarto, nao estou com sono, vou tomar um banho e depois vamos ficar conversando.

Nao vi nada de mais e fui pro quarto dela, abrimos outra cerveja e depois ela foi tomar banho, fui ao meu quarto pegar umas roupas pra eu dormir e voltei, ai tomei meu banho. Quando sai do banheiro, eu estava com um conjuto de malha bem levinho e apertadinho, que entrava tudo dentro da minha bunda, deitei ela já estava coberta, e nao pude ver que ela estava pelada, quando deitei que puxei a coberta ela me falou;

- amiga vc vai dormir assim

Eu disse; - sim mas nao gosto, eu gosto de dormir pelada.

Na mesma hora ela disse;

- entao tira ou esta com vergonha de mim? Se tiver o problema e seu , eu já estou nua

Eu falei; - vc é louca, entao vou tirar.

Ela entao me disse bem perto do meu rosto;

- o maximo que pode acontecer é eu te agarrar

Não sei explicar o que me deu, eu falei com tom de voz de sedução;

- vc nao vai fazer isso vai?

Ficamos nos olhando uma pra outra cheia de carência, com uma luz fraquinha que vinha da cortina do quarto, sem mais nem menos nos beijamos, que beijo, que boca, nossos corpos começaram a se encostar com mais pressão, nossas mãos tocando nossos corpos, e não paravamos de se beijar, pareciamos um casal de namoradas.

Ela se jogou seu corpo em cima do meu, eles se encaixaram com uma perfeição, nossas respiração estavam ofegantes, que coisa gostosa sentir uma buceta esfregando na outra, só aquele pelinho raspadinho, esfregando uma na outra.

Ela tomou conta da situaçao e veio chupando minha orelha e falando o quanto ela me queria, mordendo meu pescoço, eu já aguentava mais, louca pra gritar, ele chupando meu pescoso, depois meus peitinhos, que boca macia, foi descendo tão devagar me beijando, quando percebi ela estava enfiando sua boca na minha buceta, eu puxei ela pra mim e dei um beijo sentido todo o meu gosto na sua boca macia, ela saiu e começou a me torturar de novo, só que desta vez fizemos um gostoso 69,nunca tinha feito isso com uma mulher, ela sabia como me satisfazer, eu a chupava tambem, gemendo seu nome;

-aaiii crissss, chupa vaaaaiii gostosa, chuuupppppaaaaa minha bucetinhaaaaaaa

Eu não aguentei e gozei muito gostoso na sua boca, sentir ficar com a buceta toda quente, uma pressão muito gostosa. Ela se deitou ao meu lado e começamos a nos beijar de novo esfregando nossas bucetinhas com tanta força que chegava a sentir seu grelo me forçando, ai ela falou no meu ouvido;

- hoje vou ser seu marido, vou te fuder ate vc dizer chega

Eu disse; - tá bom vou ser sua putinha entao.

Ela se levantou e foi na sua mala, pegou um cinto com um consolo pendurado, quando eu vi eu falei;

- vc é louca! como vc traz isso na mala?!.

Ela disse; - sempre trago

Coloquei nela e comecei a mamar aquela pica, ela segurava meu cabelo e forçava minha cabeça ao encontro daquela pica gostosa, eu falei;

- me come de quatro meu maridinho

Fiquei de quatro pra ela que meteu na minha buceta, não tive como me conter e gemi forte quase chorava de tanto prazer, ela socava igual a um homem, só que com uma diferença, aquela pica não amolecia, entrou dura, estava dura e saiu dura de dentro de mim, nossa como gemia gostoso, eu chamava;

- vaiiiiiiii come sua putinhaaaaaaaaaaaa, vaiiiiiiiiiiii fode sua putinhaaaaaaaa

Nós estavam num estado sem controle, quando percebemos, já era quase 6h da manha, o dia já estava amanhecendo, paramos, tomamos um banho, nos beijamos muito, ai deu aquela fominha, descemos e tomamos cafe, antes dos outros e voltamos pro nosso quarto e só acordamos em cima da hora de nos arrumar e encontrar o resto da tripulação.

Nosso primeiro voo, era 14:00 e estava vazio, por diversas vezes nos beijamos na parte de traz do avião, agora ela e minha marida de viagem.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Deia

[icyday]

*sees something in the Liar Game tag about extra pages in the last Liar Game tankobon*

*digs out her copy of the last Liar Game tankobon*

*confirms existence of the Aki/Nao hug*

*also notices there's another extra scene with Nao and her father*

*'reads' that scene too*

......

God-fucking-dammit, Kaitani! (affectionate)

Edit: Looks like there's three scenes that were added to the tankobon version that weren't there in the magazine version. "Spoilers" below. Not fully translated because I do not have the patience to do a full translation with my level of Japanese, but the 'jist' of each scene.

A continuation of the conversation between Leronira and Rabelais. I believe it's implying that Leronira is Akiyama's old professor (Professor Okabe from the Roots of A stories) and was the one responsible for getting him into the game.

The actual ending scene where Nao starts crying. There's one panel changed from the magazine version (Nao's no longer in the panel with everyone cheering) where she cries from all the stress she's been through, and Akiyama tells her its okay to cry and hugs her while she does so.

A scene with Nao talking to her father while they clean out some of his old belongings. Her father talks about letting go of the past (I think) and at the end of the of the scene, her father talks about one particular box that has to be thrown away. The last panel of that scene shows the box with Artier's/Tad Miyagi's mask peeking out.

[goldyluna]

🎉🎉🎉Happy Birthday, Professor🎉🎉🎉

I know Mishima would never say something like this to Nao and I don't think it is her fault he died. But I think even if she knew that professor would always love her, she would still have nightmares where the Guilt of Voting would eat her alive... her cries would never end and her heart would keep bleeding until it stopped beating. She then would meet him again on the Other Side. Bless their souls and give them peaceful life after death.

Have a great day :D

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 8

Only Mikimoto-san can see Nao-san. I believed many people would think that it was just a sad illusion Mikimoto-san was seeing as he was unable to accept Nao-san's death. Those around him must have felt sympathetic and felt sorry for him.  But that’s not what Riku-san was doing. He continued speaking with the same calm and gentle demeanor as when he had first come here.

Riku: The sound of the wall-banging, the trash on the balcony. At first, it was probably just "harassment" for ignoring Nao-san and hurting her.

But then the shopping bag in the basket, the box of sweets, the letter... Halfway through, it seemed like that wasn't all there was to it.

Nobe: What do you mean…?

Riku: I knew because Nobe-san took a picture of it. The shopping bag that was in the bicycle basket was from the supermarket that Nao-san always went to.

The manager told me that the box of sweets was a usual item from a patisserie that Nao-san liked. I also heard that Mikimoto-san wasn’t really a sweet tooth. 

Mikimoto: ……………..

Riku: When I registered that information, it made me think….. Mikimoto-san isn't angry because he can't forgive Nobe-san for being rude to his loved one.

He wants you to take back the action that seems to deny Nao-san's existence here. 

Nobe: ……….

Riku: If I were in Mikimoto-san's position, I would think like that. Of course, all of this is just my assumption at the end of the day.

So that either of them would be able to speak whenever they wanted.. Riku-san took his time to pause between each word, and in between each word, the sound of a vacuum cleaner running in a room could be heard from somewhere. The sound of people’s daily lives… It’s audible, yet so distant.

Riku: Unfortunately, I don't have such an eyesight. I'm sorry, but like Nobe-san, I can't see Nao-san's face right now.

So today, I came with the man with the best eyesight I have ever known.

Nao-san, I wanted everyone here to talk together.

Kiho: ………

After hearing Riku-san's words, Kiho-san bowed slightly and removed his glasses.

Then his eyes turned to… The empty seat opposite to Mikimoto-san.

Ito: (...Kiho-san?)

Kiho: In the photos you have there, you're mostly wearing casual styles.

But the blouse you're wearing now suits you very well.

Mikimoto: …..Eh?

Kiho: Do you wear it often?

Ito: (.....Is this what I think it is?)

Mikimoto: Blouse...

At that remark, Mikimoto-san gasped.

Mikimoto: Yellow, with a ribbon?

Kiho: Yeah, I think it's lemon yellow. What a nice color.

Mikimoto: …………..I gave it to her. Many years ago.

It looked perfect, but she said it was too cute for her... And hardly ever wore it.

Kiho: Oh. I see.

Because it's the outfit you praised her for the most. It became something special.

Mikimoto: …..Nao?

Riku: Mikimoto-san. What does Nao-san look like right now?

Mikimoto: ……..

It's like I'd seen something unbelievable, and yet I felt like I'd lost sight of something. Without a single blink, Mikimoto-san stared intently at the seat opposite….. Slowly, tears escaped from his eyes.

Mikimoto: …..Can’t see….

Ito: ……..

Mikimoto: I'm sorry, Nao. I'm so sorry... I know you're still here with me…. Even though I know…..

Nobe: Mikimoto-san...

Kiho: She's smiling. Looking a little stunned, a little troubled. With a gentle expression.

Riku: ......Yeah. I can picture that face in my mind.

Saying that, Riku-san quietly stood up and gently placed the broken photo frame in front of Mikimoto-san.

Riku: The face of a happy person who stays close to someone she loves so much.

As if relieved by that voice, Mikimoto-san cried out loud like a child.

Kiho-san looked at the empty seat on the opposite side, he smiled slightly and nodded. It was as if he was laughing with her, someone I couldn't see.

Kiho: More details will probably be discussed again tomorrow, including the client, the manager.

I think the settlement would be some kind of apology money for the damage and a signature on a pledge not to repeat the same thing in the future.

After parting ways with Riku-san at the entrance, who said he was going to make a phone call before returning to Aporia, we made our way back to the parking lot. That’s what Kiho-san informed me as he started the engine shortly after getting into his car, which was a little lower than the company’s one.

Ito: ……………………No referral to the police or a law firm. This was settled as requested, "Please keep it under control so that it doesn't become a huge problem."

Kiho: Mikimoto-san himself admitted to the harassment, and the photo frame incident could be taken as an assault charge if he wanted to proceed with that, but……

I'm quite certain Nobe-san won't be inclined to sue him now that he's learned about Mikimoto-san's situation.

When you see it with your own eyes, the impact is completely different than hear it from someone else.

Ito: ...Maybe that was the intention behind his words, "Let us all talk together"?

Kiho: Can’t say for sure. Well, even if he wasn't aiming for that, I think he was hoping that people would think that way.

If rumor has it that Kyoya is naturally arrogant, then Riku is naturally shrewd.

Ito: Naturally shrewd...

Kiho: You didn’t feel that at all?

Ito: ….No, sir.

If anyone asked me if I found Riku-san suspicious, in the sense that I can't trust him, the answer would be no. I thought he’s a reliable and really kind person. But I might understand a little better than before why Kou-san called Riku-san a zero, and why there's more to it than that.

Ito: (Right now I don't know "what" or "where". Nevertheless, Riku-san is definitely a member of the so-called “not harmless good guys” Negotiation Dept.

(And then… This person too.)

Kiho: Anyway, I'm glad it all worked out.

Ah... That's right, the part about my good eyesight. Thank you for playing along without saying anything.

Ito: !

(I wasn't sure if I should ask about it in detail, so I thought I'd avoid touching that topic for now… But I guess it's okay if Kiho-san brought it up first.)

………..If you don't mind me asking, are you really one of those people who can "see"?

Kiho: Some people are scared, and it's not something I would spread around, that’s why most people don't know about it, even in Aporia. 

I sometimes use it in my work in the Negotiation Dept. I'm glad I found a great opportunity to tell Ito this.

Ito: (So he used it…...)

Kiho: Even if I can see them, it's usually just a vague blurry image, and I can't really have a conversation with them.

It's just that sometimes I can pick up on what they might be saying based on my own speculation….. Well, it’s not something praiseworthy, honestly. 

Ito: I wouldn’t say that... Being able to see things that normal people can't see, and even being able to understand their intentions…. That’s incredibly amazing…...

Kiho: Haha. Ito, do you believe me? Even though I can see and understand them, it might as well be my imagination, you know?

Ito: Of course, I believe you.

I don't think I could have predicted Nao-san's outfit or facial expression based on my own assumptions.

Kiho: Are you talking about the blouse?

Ito: Yes. Aside from her facial expression, she wasn't wearing a yellow blouse in any of the photos hanging in the room, and that information wasn't presented in the documents either……. Right?

Kiho: ...I'm sorry for disappointing you, but I think it would be unfair to keep quiet, so I'll reveal something.

Ito: Reveal?

Kiho: Riku went to the client yesterday to ask about Nao-san. He said he was shown a photo of the three of them, the manager and the couple.

Just to be on the safe side, he shared it with me. Do you want to guess what Nao-san was wearing in that photo?

Ito: …..Wait... Could it be..…,

Kiho: You heard me. 

Ito: Uhhhhh... But you took your glasses off…...

Kiho: Even you were convinced when I started doing that, weren’t you?

Ito: !?

(Wait, what? What does he mean by that? At what point…… Eh, seriously… What’s going on here!?)

Kiho: A bit sudden, but let me change the subject.

Ito: (Ah, the subject is changing while I’m still in the dark…..)

Kiho: Did Ai tell you about what was discussed this morning?

Ito: ? No. It’s Kosaka-san’s day off. And he didn’t contact me by the time I left the office...

Kiho: Oh, I see.

…….The client contacted him about the subject of that long-term case.

Ito: !

???: ".......Hello?"

Riku: Ah. Ran? Thank goodness, it got through.

???: "Sorry, your number isn’t registered. Who is this?"

Riku: Tateshina from Aporia. Is this Amo Ran I’m speaking to right now?

Ran: “Ehhh? Oh wow, I thought it sounded like Rikkun, but it’s actually Rikkun."

Riku: It's been a while.

Ran: "It really has. It's been 100 years since I last heard of Aporia. You seem healthy, how are you?"

Riku: The number of people has increased a little, but thanks to that, we're still doing the same business.

Ran: "Ah! More staff? I see, I see…. Still running a zoo for pitiful animals? Find a new hobby already!"

Riku: You're insult is still as sharp as ever. I'm glad you're doing well.

Ran: "At least I'm not dead. What's wrong, why did you call me out of nowhere?"

"Not that I care, but you’re not supposed to call me, aren't you?”

Riku: I would love to keep it that way. But we've got a bit of troublesome work right now.

It looks like there will be a situation where we need to act carefully but boldly, so it all comes down to who makes the first move.  

Ran: “I see. If you want me to cooperate or not get in the way, can I hang up now?"

Riku: It's neither, but can I just check one thing with you?

Ran: “What is it?"

Riku: Ran….. Do you still hate Roka?

Ran: …………………………..

"...Pffft…….. Ahahaha!"

Riku: ……………..

Ran: "Haa….. Oh my god, you’re hilarious. Hey…."

"Look who’s talking?" 

I'm not angry at Ro-kun at all. I'll even give him a big hug when we meet again. 

If you are so inclined, give him my regards. 

And tell him… Just reach out to me and say “let’s play again”, and I will wag my tail and go home like a good boy anytime.

Kiho: I think he’ll share something to you tomorrow.

The subject of the investigation is a freelance reporter. As for the staff member whom you will be working with…..

Yuzuru: "...I’ll let you know more details when we meet again tomorrow. For now, I’ll leave this task to you."

"Please cooperate with Yashiro-san.”

Urara: I don't need help with petty chores, and she’s just gonna get in the way. Stop dumping me unnecessary load, will ya?

Yuzuru: “Urara.”

Urara: Ah, shut up... I get it already.

I just need to do it, right?

NEXT EPISODE

“Chalk and CHEESE”

[logical-emotion]

welcome to "shit my friend and I did the first time we played yttd"

spoilers btw...

made nao country because overalls = country accent

gave mishima a monokuma voice that always gradually came down to our normal voices during his lines

were the biggest mishima haters ever??? for some reason??? voted for him in the practice game and then thought it depended on who you picked

had to play 1-1 by skipping through about 5 times because we forgot to save

said "yeah we finished chapter one" and then watched the recap and got spoiled for the sage and sacrifice, just didnt know which was which

i cried and had to take a breather in the bathroom after jamming my finger clicking so hard for joe

always traded with gin , not because he was a cute kid but because "free money"

failed the final attraction SO BAD

absolutely died during the alice and safalin fried rice conversation, quoted it for the rest of the playing session

accepted q taro's trade without knowing what would happen, forgot to save, lost our memory dance that we spent an hour on

MEMORY DANCE. spent and hour on it, lost it, and then found out about the easy ticket

stay on target took forever because of the janky laptop we used, cheered when we did it

named midori "my penis" because we are so mature

could NOT keep it together during chapter 3

got every single dummy killed except ranmaru

they screamed "THATS IT?" when we finished 3-1b

[s4misc00l]

Pink and brown

Nana x hachi 

tags:

Slow burn , hurts confort, w/w, healing, romantic fluff, Angst, use of au, childhood meeting,duo pov , time skip, pregnant hachi , bad relationship, dark topics, domestic abuse, good ending

 

Chapter 1

Japan ,Winter of 1990.

     “Now Nana your sisters and father are hungry would you be a dear and get some fish at the market.” “yes mama !” Nana beamed finally being of use made her proud. In the part of town they lived in it was considered more than safe for a child of her age to run errands for their parents. Though sometimes she would pout and ask why Nao couldent do it, she was older afterall.

     Sliping her big coat on after her little brown boots with small tufts of pink lining them which she so deeply adored. She made sure to zip her jacket up as far as she could and fixing hear beanie to cover her small pierced ears. “I'm leaving mama !” 

     With those words Nana was on her way; she had always had a kind demeanor and an identity that was kind and playful. Gripping her 2,000 yen bill, if she lost it she'd never hear the end of it. Nana walked to the same market vendor she always had, it was so often they knew her by name ‘Nana Komatsu’, they also knew that she was ten years old. Her favorite color was pink, and how she loved to bake strawberry cake and wished she had someone to share it with. She'd go on and on about everything she loved in those small moments with the market vendor she felt alive, for the first time in her life she felt like someone could care as much as she could. 

     This winter on the other hand was colder than the others had been. The snow made the pretty boots slide. ‘Hey, those boots are weird!” said what seemed to be the leader of a group of little boys. They seemed much older than nana towering over her and speaking foul profanities she couldn't even understand. The constant berating of their mean words lashing at her face caused a sting in her eyes. “haHAHA CRY BABY NANA!”, she would never admit it but she was . Nana had a big heart that at the mere touch leaked tears of sorrow most of it had been built up to overflow. “L leave m..mme alone.” , she muttered barely being able to get it out though gasps and the most heart wrenching cries. “No little baby with the ugly boots!!” The boys belched out mocking her tears and demeanor. “LEAVE HER ALONE UGLY” . The yell hit Nana's ears ringing deep within her . there she was, all nana could think was how cool she was, her hair to her shoulders, the ends of it resting just above her soft yellow scarf and a gritty looking beanie adorned her head . “Are you okay Girl ?” IN all her aw for this mysterious girl she had never met before her eyes cleared and tears evaporated on her rosy red cheeks. “Your weird girl.”, The remark ripped nana from her hase of this new girl's glory “WHAT… no im not” she grumbled cheeks puffing and eyebrows knitting together showing an obvious disappointment. “HAHAHA YOUr so funny “ her laugh was soft, it wasn't mocking like the boys. She was kind and oh so pretty too . “Ech girl your fish is gonna get weird if you don't go.” she pointed at the fish nana forgot she even had. The plastic handles had already left a deep red mark between her palm and fingers. Quickly bidding the raggedy girl farewell she dashed home as quickly as she could. Her mothers yells ring in her ears, preparing herself for what's to come.

Chapter 1/?

chapter one is writen in hachis pov as her nickname will be introduce later :D!!!

[reco-obsessed]

i just realized...... i dont believe ive ever asked you for naoreko hcs!?!?!!? what kind of hc anon am i..............unless i already did......hmm having bad memory really sucks......anyways/.........

hello anon . IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE A WEEK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i got really caught up with school and havent had time to sit down and type this out ... hmm.. no, i dont think you did anon. ursheen and reko, yes, but not naoreko. luckily for you, i also have a very bad memory, so we can just forget and rewrite the whole thing together. no need to worry, you're a very nice hc anon. lets see what i can think up...

most of this is fluffy stuff, set in some sort of no death game au. hope you dont mind (hey, who knows, naoreko headcanons deathgame edition could be a whole other request).

my interpretation of naoreko is very much based on the side content; reko being someone who gets flustered easily, with nao being surprisingly forward and unapologetic about her attraction to reko. though i dont think its always intentional on nao's part- sometimes she just blurts things out, without realizing how they sound to others. nao isnt so much "flirty" as she is an open book. if she wants to kiss, she'll probably let her crush know, and probably not on purpose. she has this line when shes talking to sara which is a big part of where my interpretation of this comes from. i think nao is just a very straightforward person that way. its a very funny + underrated character trait of hers.

that isnt to say i dont have things i drawn from the actual game, too- though i do wish we had more actual naoreko scenes rather than just the implication that nao and reko were close off-screen, at least during chapter 2. but thats kind of a side tangent.

i really enjoy interpretations that reko has infodumping tendencies. i dont think its hard for her to go on long rants about music, whether that be an album she just binged, a song shes working on, general comments / reflections on entire genres, all using technical language someone whos not super involved with music would probably never had heard of. shes pretty good about not springing this onto people unexpectedly, and is pretty good about checking in on the other person in the conversation. when it comes to naoreko, i imagine nao trying to get reko to rant about her passion fullheartedly, only for reko to usually have to backtrack because she didnt realize how it sounds to a non-musician.

of course, nao encourages her to talk about this kind of thing regardless, because she loves seeing reko go in depth about something she enjoys. but reko prefers the conversation to not get too one-sided, so she doesnt always indulge nao on this. reko could overthink a music piece for hours.

i think reko is very much the type of person to support and appreciate other artists. this is obvious when shes listening to other musicians, of course, but applies to other mediums too; i think shed really like nao's art and always be trying to get her hands on prints of them. nao likely didnt even produce a lot of prints until reko pushed her because she wanted to be able to appreciate her girlfriends art. the first piece reko ever mentioned wanting a copy of, nao reproduced a replica by hand. reko almost cried when she found out.

reko is a very busy person, but she also really values spending time with people. nao has puppy eyes that could level buildings with their sheer influence. this is to say, reko finds herself packing as many dates into her schedule as she can handle because she can rarely get herself to say no to nao. luckily for her, shes usually the one initiating, but even so, her work-life balance can get really hectic.

ive mentioned i interpret nao as a fandom kid and i stand by that. at the very least, she has a couple of "childish" or nerdy interests, like rewatching her favorite childhood shows or being really into cozy video games like animal crossing, stardew valley, the pokemon games, etc. shes very nervous to reveal this at first, but when she does, reko is pretty supportive. nao enjoys listening to reko rant, but doesnt realize it goes the other way too. they start to play video games together at some point, i think. nao manages to take reko to at least one convention (reko would be willing to go to more, but again, her schedule). she probably has to do something sneaky to make it work, like making sure she has a concert in the same city as the convention venue on the same day.

while reko has a lot to say about music, i think her aversion to one-sided conversations means that isnt what they talk about a lot of the time. while of course reko doesnt mind, it does mean shes out of her comfort zone, showcasing her more awkward and flustered side. reko is a virtusuo, a master in her field, and could talk other band nerds out of town, but.... shes spent practically her entire life in the music scene. she was never in it to make friends, but even if she was, her knowledge is specialized. while its not like shes not had friends before, she does have this kind of awkward energy around it, especially when shes in the presence of a pretty girl she likes. she knows how to act cool, but only from a distance.

nao, on the other hand, doesnt try to feign coolness at all. but shes so direct about certain things, she inadvertently gives off an unaffectable aura, which just makes reko even more flustered in comparison.

i think rekos intense love of music is part of why reko is so accepting of naos "strange" hobbies; sure, being really into music is seen as maybe a little less strange depending on who you ask, but she understands having hobbies youre really invested in and know a lot of facts about.

i imagine reko has a bit of a serious streak- she can see things in a very dramatic way, even if they dont seem that important to other people. this can lead to her getting worked up in her head about minor issues. i think naos tendency to blurt out strange things on occasion would take reko off guard in more ways than one, and snap her out of whatever funk shes in. similarly, her lighthearted hobbies compared to rekos (which are partially tied to both her identity and livelihood) give her a little refuge from the stuff she usually spends so muhc energy fretting on. its not things reko would have ever gotten into herself because shes got such a one-track mind, but with nao in her life, she ends up getting a healthy spoonful of sillyness and goofiness in her life she didnt realize she was lacking.

imaging them go out in public for dates is pretty funny to imagine. nao generally seems very approachable when shes out by herself, and its something that can make her nervous to go out. but she doesnt have this problem when shes around reko. reko, both unintentionally and very often intentionally, will stink eye anyone she even thinks looks at nao weird. this can bring up issues, but is typically a net positive.

of course theres the issue of meeting fans in public- not that reko minds signing autographs, but she definitely doesnt want to have to deal with that when shes out with her girlfriend. they tend to rarely go out for that reason.

karaoke dates. need i say more?

mishima and reko have a small rivalry that usually goes over naos head. nao is someone that makes reko feel pretty vulnerable (in a good way for once in her life), so she can get a little defensive when shes around others and nao at the same time; especially if its someone whos also close to nao. this is mostly harmless, as mishima is very mature and has a good sense of where to draw the line even if he indulges the rivalry just a bit; but rekos habitual jealousy is probably something her and nao have a serious conversation about at some point.

i dont think it comes up very often, but nao is more than willing to protect her girlfriend if need be, despite reko usually being the one scaring people off with her presence. should any one try to push reko on a boundary, like a fan complaining about not being able to take a picture with her or something along those lines, nao will jump in before reko can even respond. nao can be surprisingly intimidating when she goes from 1 to 60 like that. even if reko feels she doesnt need it, i think she still appreciates it a lot.

reko is usually too bashful to purposely initiate physical affection, but there are exceptions. there are times where she'll gain enough courage to attempt to coolly throw an arm around naos shoulders or hug her from behind. the chances she actually manages to keep that up have somewhere between a 60-70% success rate.

nao enjoys clothes swapping to the point where reko keeps getting naos clothes mixed into her own dresser and closet.

i think theyd have really lighthearted "sleepover" type dates every now and then. build pillow forts, do each others make up. reko really enjoys playing with naos hair and does it almost unconciously, especially if theyre cuddling while watching a movie or something.

nao is a plushie hoarder and keeps trying to offer her plushies to reko. nao forces reko to learn all her plushie lore. reko feeds her addiction because now everytime she sees a cute plushie she thinks of nao and has to buy it for her.

speaking of, reko would probably have a fairly decent income. reko buying nao new games she thinks she would like or limited edition figurines is probably pretty common for her. nao, who is the starving artist stereotype, always gets blown away by this.

i can see them getting matching jewelry of some kind. reko wears a lot of accessories and likes having at least one that reminds her of nao.

thats about all i can come up with for now ! sorry if these are very reko-centric, i uh... *gestures broadly to entire blog* . hope you liked 'em anon :-)

[yokosowqsblog]

Cr: mmeoowj

Hello everyone!! I want to introduce myself a little, my name is Hinata, I am the author oc×canon with Chigiri, here I will tell you a little about my character whose name is Naori

Naori Tanigawa

Birthday: May 10

Nickname: Nao-nao

Age: 16(2nd year of high school).

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Place of birth: Kagoshima

Family: Dad, mom, me, younger sister, aunt.

Height: 159 cm.

Blood type: O

Size: 25 cm.

Favorite soccer player: Messi, Chigiri Hyoma.

Leading hand: Right hand.

Vision: Very good

Motto: "Do what your heart desires."

My strengths: My fighting spirit that cannot be broken!

My weaknesses: My low self-esteem.

Favorite food: Tonkatsu.

Disliked food: Mushrooms.

Best side dish: Kimchi.

Hobbies: Reading manga, novels.

Favorite season: Spring (because the beautiful cherry blossoms bloom in spring...)

Favorite Song: BABYMETAL - Gimme Chocolate!!!

Favorite movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Favorite Manga: Shinsengumi Requiem, Kimetsu no Yaiba

Character Color: Vanilla

Favorite animal: horses, deer (deer are very cute, and horses are beautiful and noble creatures...).

Favorite subjects: Literature, Japanese, History (I am an excellent student in these subjects!).

Worst subjects: English, math (I have a hard time with them, so Hyoma helps me a lot).

Fetish: Smiles (I really like it when someone smiles...)

What makes me happy: When I spend time with someone.

What makes me sad: My parents fighting all the time.

How old was the first time I met love or was confessed to: 6 years old.

Ideal partner: I really like calm and kind guys who take care of their loved ones, and also the one who goes to his goal.

How much chocolate for white day : about 15-20....

First confession of love: it was when I was 15 years old, I confessed my feelings to Hyoma.

Bedtime: 7 hours.

First place I wash in the shower: I wash my face and forehead first.

What I always buy at the store: Sweets for my little sister.

Mushrooms or bamboo shoots: bamboo shoots.

When I stopped believing in Santa: When I was 13 years old, my dad or our butler always pretended to be Santa, but I still found out about it, but I never told my sister.

What I asked Santa for: I asked for an art set.

Last time I cried: When mom and dad were fighting again, I remember Hanabi was crying too, so we locked ourselves in a room and I comforted her and covered her ears.

What would I do on my last day on Earth: Spend time with Hanabi and Hyoma.

What I would do with 10 million yen: Buy a lot of gifts for my family and friends.

How I spend my vacation: I go shopping.

Favorite historical figure: Sasaki Kojiro.

What I would take to a desert island: first aid kit. If I had a time machine: To the future, I want to see what it would look like.

[shortnsweetgf]

Pre-ordered my copy of The Anthology (had to pay in 12 monthly installments), and it only arrives in March, but sksjsjs

139😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 cries in international

venderam o livro aqui? eu queria mas nao suficiente pra procurar kkkk

[rainisawriter]

A Helping Hand – Cobra (PSF #11)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Prompt: Sweet Tooth (@flufftober) / Would you rather… pumpkin spice or cinnamon? (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 2,729

Pairing: Reader x Cobra

World: High&Low

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You entered the diner, enjoying the warmth it offered against the cold wind outside. The usual suspects were chilling at the table in the center of the room, eating the omelet that Naomi had made them while they argued about some TV show the three of them were watching.

You approached the booth in the corner where Cobra sat, flipping through a wrestling magazine. He sent you that soft smile that was reserved only for you as you sat down across from him.

“You’re late,” he spoke softly, eyes falling to the ring on your finger. He had given it to you for your birthday as a promise that he would always love you. Though you had sworn to never take it off, he still felt surprised and happy every time he saw it on you.

“Sorry. You know how Hyuga is,” you shook your head, tugging off your jacket. “A lot of people are gambling around this time of year, trying to win big before December finally gets here. It’s only going to get busier and he’s only going to get more demanding.”

Cobra did not like the fact that you worked for Daruma’s gambling hall, but you had known Hyuga long before you ever crossed paths with Sannoh. He had considered, on more than one occasion, asking you to quit working for him but he knew that you were, above all else, loyal.

“You don’t need to apologize.” He held his hand out and you smiled, setting yours against his own. “Just promise me you won’t gamble again.”

Your smile turned sheepish, a laugh passing your lips. You had only gambled once in your life after you had gone drinking with the Daruma babies one weekend. You were on a hot streak, actually, but you refused to quit while you were ahead and ended up losing everything.

You had started out with twenty bucks, turned it into ten thousand only to lose it all and walk away with just twenty cents to your name. The Four boys hadn’t done much better, either, and Hyuga was pissed when he found out. You were pretty sure he was just upset that you hadn’t blown it all at his gambling hall instead, honestly.

“I learned my lesson, I swear. I’ll never gamble again.”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Good.”

It was pretty late by this point, so the boys slowly filed out of the diner until it was just you, Cobra and Naomi left. It was strange when the diner was quiet, but you didn’t hate it. Everyone needed a break from the rowdy Sannoh boys every now and again.

“Are you kidding me?” cried Naomi, sounding distressed.

You glanced over at her, seeing her begin to pace back and forth as she talked to someone on the phone. 

“There must be some way… can’t you reschedule? Ah, no, I… yes, I understand… I’m sorry about that, but…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly frustrated but trying to remain polite. “Yes… yes, I understand, Nakamoto-san. Good night.”

You exchanged a concerned look with your boyfriend before addressing her. “Everything alright, Nao?”

“No, not at all.” She ran a hand through her hair, continuing to pace.

Cobra leaned forward, brow furrowed in concern. “What is it?”

“You remember how I was asked to help provide snacks for the elementary school’s autumn festival, right?”

He nodded.

“The job was supposed to be split between me and Nakamoto-san, the head of the PTA but she just told me that something came up and she can’t help. There’s no way I can do it by myself! What am I going to do?”

You frowned, standing up to comfort her. “It’s alright, Nao. I’ll help.”

“You will?” She looked at you hopefully. “Are you sure? I know you’re really busy with Daruma…”

“Don’t worry, Hyuga owes me some vacation time anyway,” you grinned. 

“Are you sure he’ll give it to you?”

“Nothing is ever a sure thing with him, but I’ll find a way to get out of work.” You gave her a reassuring look. “I’m not very experienced with baking, but I know how to follow a recipe. If you write down everything I need and how to make them, I’ll happily help.”

“Thank you so much!” She threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly which you returned without hesitation.

Cobra felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched you. You were willing to blow off your responsibilities with Hyuga to help Naomi, to help a member of his family. The amount of happiness that brought him was, quite frankly, embarrassing. 

“I’ll help, too.”

Naomi looked between the two of you with glassy eyes. “Thank you both so much! I’ll get to work on the lists and recipes.” And then she disappeared into the back.

Cobra approached you with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you for helping her. Let me know if Hyuga gives you a hard time.”

“I’m always happy to help your family, Jun.”

He hummed, brushing his lips against your own. “They’ll be your family, too, one day.”

You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “I don’t think so. I’ll always be Daruma and, well… we caused you guys a lot of trouble at one point. They may be willing to put up with me because of you, but I doubt they’ll ever view me as part of the family.”

His brow furrowed in concern. Had one of the Sannoh boys said something to you? Thinking about it, he hadn’t really discussed it with the others. You just started dating one day and he started to bring you around without asking how everyone felt about it. He knew Yamato didn’t trust you at first, but did he still feel that way?

You poked the spot between his brows. “If you keep frowning like that, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.”

His lips formed your name but you cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.

“It’s really not a big deal, baby. I went into this relationship knowing that they most likely wouldn’t accept me and I honestly don’t blame them for it. As long as I get to be with you, that’s enough.” You tugged him closer until your lips met.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, but his mind was partly elsewhere. It was enough for you, perhaps, but not for him. He wanted them to accept you, to love you like he did. He didn’t just want to be your boyfriend, he wanted to be your everything like you were to him.

Having his family accept you and love you was important to him.

“Okay, this should be everything.” Naomi returned with a small stack of papers, pausing when she saw how close the two of you were. “Am I… interrupting something?” The sly smile on her lips said that she already had her answer.

You laughed, pulling away from him. “We were just keeping each other company until you returned.”

“Sure,” she chuckled, handing you the stack. “I printed out the recipes for you. Each one has a full list of everything you’ll need to make them and if you have any questions, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Nice. When do they need to be made?”

“The festival is tomorrow afternoon,” she winced, running a hand through her hair. “We need to start working on them tonight if we want to make it in time… I’m sorry, I should have told you that first… it’s probably too short notice, right?”

“I’ll make it work and yes, I’m sure.”

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, turning to look at Cobra and holding out your hand. “Up for some late-night shopping?”

“Sounds fun.” He slid his hand into your own, fingers lacing together.

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As soon as you returned home, you started to look over the recipes while Cobra put away anything perishable. None of them seemed too complicated so you felt confident that you could make them with little to no problem, especially with Cobra at your side.

“What are we making first?” He leaned on the counter beside you, peering at the recipes. 

“What do you think?”

“We should probably choose whatever takes the longest to make so we can get it out of the way.” His eyes scanned through pages before tapping the one for the Sakura Mochi. “This is the longest, so let’s start with it.”

“Okay, let’s see. We’re supposed to soak the sweet rice for at least an hour and soak the sakura leaves for fifteen minutes.”

“Easy,” he grinned, grabbing two bowls and filling them with water. “We have to wait for them to soak, so which recipe is next?”

“Purin! We have to combine the sugar and water into a saucepan. Medium heat until the sugar has dissolved.”

Cobra did as you ordered without question, enjoying how domestic this all felt. He could definitely get used to this and was already making up excuses in his mind to get the two of you cooking together again.

For the rest of the night, the two of you worked together to bake the various treats requested by Naomi and you felt as if you were making pretty good time, all things considered. You did end up getting into a flour fight with Cobra because he kept trying to steal some of the finished treats, unable to fight his sweet tooth.

You were proud to say you had won that fight, though the messy kitchen was a reminder that you both had lost the war.

You yawned as you looked at the final two recipes, trying to decide which one you wanted to make. You had messaged Naomi about your progress and she told you that there were plenty of treats between the three of you. You should have gone to bed since it was nearly five in the morning, but you wanted to make one last thing first.

You hummed, thoughtfully. “Hey, Jun?”

“Yes, love?” He glanced over at you from where he sat on the couch, looking half-asleep.

You leaned on the counter, smiling at how cute he looked, even with bits of flour stuck to his blonde locks. “Would you rather have pumpkin spice cookies or cinnamon cookies?”

He thought about it for a moment, shifting to a more comfortable position. “I’ve never had pumpkin spice cookies before but I know you like them. I choose those.”

“What if you don’t like them?”

He hummed, closing his eyes. “I’ll like anything you make.”

“Such a hopeless romantic,” you teased softly, walking over to cover him with the blanket. You brushed the hair away from his face, fingers lingering on his cheek longer than necessary.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, though you really couldn’t blame him. All you wanted to do was sleep, as well, but you decided that making these cookies was more important. He had worked hard and, though he did attempt to swipe a few treats, he had mostly behaved.

Cobra was a man who loved sweets. More than anything, he wanted the sweets that you had made with your own hands because, to him, they tasted all the sweeter. You had honestly always wanted to bake for him, but you had just never gotten around to it for two reasons.

The first was because Hyuga kept you so busy that you rarely had the time or energy. The second, which was probably more important, was because you were afraid. Afraid that they would come out terrible and he would hate them, yet he would still force himself to eat them because he loved you.

You slapped both of your cheeks at the same time, shaking your head to wake yourself up. You were going to make these cookies for him and he was going to love them, not just because you made them yourself, but because they tasted amazing.

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Cobra woke up several hours later, the apartment still smelling like sugar, pumpkin and various other sweet flavors that made his mouth water. He expected you to be asleep in the bedroom but you weren’t. You had fallen asleep at the island, the other half of your body draped over the countertop, arms acting as a pillow.

All of the treats had been wrapped up or placed in containers, ready to be picked up by Naomi. He glanced at the clock. There were still a few hours left before she was due to arrive so he had time to clean up. Before doing that, however, he wanted to take you to the bedroom. That couldn’t be a comfortable position to sleep in, after all.

He brought you carefully into his arms and you shifted closer to his warmth, mumbling incoherently in your sleep about pumpkin sugar cubes and honey tea. With a chuckle, he placed you gently in bed, bringing the covers over you so you wouldn’t catch a cold.

“Sleep well, love,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. It took a while for him to get the mess cleaned up and he was sure he had missed some flour somewhere, but that was a problem for the future.

There was a knock on the door and he headed over to open it, drying his hands with a dish towel.

“Good morning,” greeted Naomi, looking tired but pleased. 

“Morning.” He stepped aside to let her in. “We got everything done and ready to go.”

“Thank you so much for the help. You two really saved me.”

“Don’t mention it. We were happy to help. Do you want some coffee?”

“I wish I could stay for one, but I have to get these to the school.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’ve got it,” she smiled gratefully, packing away the containers into the reusable bag she had brought with her. When she picked up the final container, she paused, a smile coming to her lips. “Pretty sure this one is for you.”

His brow furrowed as he took the plastic container from her. An orange sticky note sat on the lid with his name written on it next to a cute little heart. When had you made these? He realized it must have been after he fell asleep and he couldn’t help but smile, warmth filling his chest.

“I’ll see you later,” said Naomi as she headed for the door. “Thank you again!”

“Be safe, Naomi.”

Once she was gone, he grabbed one of the cookies from its container, taking a small bite. It was his first time trying a pumpkin spice cookie so he was a bit weary at first, but the flavor exploded on his tongue. Maybe he was crazy, but he felt as if he could feel every ounce of love you had poured into them.

With a smile, he returned to the bedroom, sliding under the covers and pulling you into his arms. You didn’t hesitate to snuggle further into his chest, adoring the way he smelled and how warm his body was.

“What time is it?” you mumbled.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, brushing his fingers through your hair. “It’s almost nine.”

“Shit, Naomi will be here soon.” You tried to sit up but he tightened his grip, keeping you in place.

“I already passed them along to her. Go back to sleep.”

“You didn’t give her the cookies in the plastic container with the blue lid, did you?”

“No, love,” he answered softly, unable to hold back his smile. “You didn’t have to make them for me.”

“I wanted to. I hope they came out tasting good,” you muttered, looking up at him tiredly.

“They taste amazing.”

“Do you mean that or are you just saying that because I made them?”

“I mean it.” He cupped your cheek, leaning down to rub his nose against yours. The gesture was cute and sweet, but it left you feeling embarrassed. “Thank you for making them.”

“If you want… I can bake for you more often?”

“Please,” he replied quickly before clearing his throat, color rising to his cheeks. “I’d really like that.”

“Consider it done, then,” you laughed, snuggling closer to him and closing your eyes. 

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[goblin-the-clown]

Yttd sexuality headcanons bc why not

Sara - aroace

Joe - biromantic asexual

Keiji - bisexual (this is just objective)

Kanna - asexual lesbian

Reko - lesbian

Nao - asexual lesbian

Kai - aroace (i forgot to include them in my list sorry)

Mishima - gay (i just know he has a husband)

Alice - pansexual

Q-taro - straight

Gin - aroace

Sou - gay (i just know he cries on the internet about being single)

Ranmaru - bisexual

Hinako - aroace

Kurumada - bisexual

Mai - bisexual (this is just objective)

Anzu - aroace

Hayasaka - heteroromantic asexual

Miley - straight

Safalin - asexual lesbian

Ranger - pansexual

Gashu - gay

Midori - aroace

Sorry if I missed anyone out 👍