#(the father son content with him and yuki was GREAT but his relationship with the main character fell flat for me ;-;)

[bmpmp3]

plus i always find it pretty disappointing in my beloved media marketed towards women and girls when a leading man has like. no relationships outside the main character. like cmon, not even a complex but intense homoerotic house-wilson style frenemyship with some buddy of his? thats like the bare minimum

[foundheavenly]

“We were meant to be”

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice.

Words: 916

Plot: you are a couple married

Pairing: Gojo x female reader

Theme: fluff, comfort

Your daughter was in her crib for bed but she wasn't quite asleep. She seemed to be staring at the ceiling, giggling and mumbling to herself. You leaned over and picked her up, cuddling the baby to your chest. She cooed in delight as she pressed her nose against yours, and put her tiny hand on your cheek.

“My angel” You smiled warmly at the little girl as your heart melted away from her cuteness. She’s so sweet, she’s like sugar. The most adorable tiny girl.

Satoru watched you from the bed, a silly grin on his face. His eyes twinkled as he watched you cuddle Yuki before you started to softly hum a lullaby. Your voice was so sweet that your daughter fell immediately asleep as you gently put her in the crib again. You looked back at Satoru and your eyes met: no words needed. You understood each other perfectly.

That's when you realized how lucky you were. It hasn't all been easy, mainly because of Satoru's recurrent absences due to missions and his responsibility as the strongest sorcerer, but you couldn't ask for more.

You weren't like him, you're only a mere human, and you never thought you'd meet someone like him. At the very beginning of your relationship, you were afraid of the reality of his world, of everything you couldn't see, and you found it hard to accept. But Satoru never gave up. He hasn't quit yet but the question has crossed his mind.

What if he stopped everything?

To live the simple, normal life he'd thought he could have with you? A family life, nothing more normal?

But you couldn't force him to quit, especially not only for you. Of course you would like him to stop everything, to stay close to you, morning and night, and never put his life in danger. But you had to trust him and you couldn’t make decision for him. After all, he was the strongest, and could single-handedly eliminate hundreds of enemies. And Satoru had promised you he'd always come back to you and now to your child.

You climbed into bed, curling up next to Satoru, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. He was smiling and so were you.

“Thank you, honey” You said almost like a whisper as your head was right on his chest.

"No love, thank you" Satoru chuckled as he pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. "Being here with you is all I've ever wanted. You don’t know how much I’m grateful to you"

Hearing someone like Gojo spoke with such affection as a father and husband was adorable. If this was what he's like with you, you wondered if he was ever this sweet as a person before all the hardships life threw at him, before he knew you. But that’s some things he never really talked about and you never forced him to do so.

He pulled you closer, still being careful not to disturb your son next to your bed. You snuggled against him, the warmth of his limbs filling you with peace.

Your daughter mumbled in her sleep as she hugged his blanket. Every now and then, a small coo came out as she shifted in her deep slumber, but for the most part, she seemed to be content. Satoru watched her carefully, feeling his heart swell with love and affection. And you already knew what he’s thinking of.

He looked down at you for a moment and smiled at you before leaning over and whispering in your ear. "Let's try for another one” He suggested.

You looked up at him and let out a chuckle. “You want another one?”

"Of course” He grinned. "We’re only in the beginning of thirties. We have plenty of time. There could be more little ones running around with Yuki in a few years. Can you imagine how cute that would be?"

He smiled, gazing down at your face with such adoration.

"Maybe even a boy next time so Yuki can have a little brother” He thought with a chuckle.

Your eyes shine at the thought. It would be so great to have a little boy too.

"But not yet" He said, smiling. “For now, let's enjoy our little girl."

He kissed you on the cheek and nuzzled his face against yours, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"My heart feels like it could explode” He whispered. "You make me so happy."

You smiled widely at his words and you chuckled. Marrying this man was definitely the best decision you could have made in your entire life.

"It feels like we've been together for ages already” He said softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your neck. "But it also feels like there's always something new to learn about you. I love that. And I can’t wait to learn more and more about you”

Satoru gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, then kissed you on the forehead. His affection was always so sweet.

“We were meant to be” He smiled gently as a tear of joy fall down your cheek.

It felt unreal to be loved this much. But it was the reality. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. And If this is what your life is going to be like, you can't imagine how much you're going to love the next decades.

[random-mha-thoughts]

Name (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader

Anon asked: “suggestion for Todoroki angst : he got in an arranged marriage with S/O because of his dad who offered a large amount of money to her family for this. Indeed it’s not what they are both looking for but Todoroki really acts cold, is sharp, openly criticizes her (a bit OOC ik) ... S/O is hurt but is still trying to be a good wife around the house to make the best of the situation and hide her insecurities. It’s just an idea, if it does not inspire you I hope you will find something better!! xx

Genre: Angst. Just...angst. I’m so sorry in advance plz don’t hate me

Warnings: Grab your tissues, this is a long roller coaster that’s only going downhill OH GOD I’M SO SORRY

Word count: 3,059

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ 

a/n: (Submission 1/3 for my post asking for todo angst ideas!  Thanks for the ask anon!)

Um. This is...depressing.  Really depressing and really intense.  I didn’t expect it would turn out this way.  But it did.  I had 2 other endings, but I instinctively wrote this one.  I actually had to stop and cry for a few minutes because it was just really painful I mean, I know I said I was ready to but I didn’t actually mEAn it

I tried a different style for this, but I think it suits the story well.  It’s 3rd person limited because I wanted you to experience everyone’s feelings in this (gotta maximize on the angst yknow) and half past tense bc of reasons you’ll find out.

God I’m afraid to post this. Is it bad that I love it, I honestly spent so much time writing this, but it hurts sO mUch?? Y’all are gonna hate me, you’re gonna kill me, oh no, just read the thing already, I’m hiding.

Buy me a coffee?

Shoto didn't know how to react to the news.  It's not that he had his eye on anyone in particular, or that he was even interested in marriage for that matter.  But because he proposed it, the man who had spent his entire childhood controlling every aspect of his life, he refused to accept any other intrusions from the man he should call "father."

The strange man across from his father spoke those words so casually.  "So Endeavor, when are these two tying the knot?"

At first, he thought he had misheard or misunderstood.  And then his father responded just as casually, "The date is set for next month."

The normally calm and collected boy almost burst the entire room into flames.  He clenched the silverware so hard his knuckles turned white and his teeth ground together, but he couldn't say anything in front of his father's guest and his daughter for fear of shaming himself.  The girl across from him offered a sympathetic look, but he turned away, already preparing the earful he's going to give his father.

-

"I want nothing to do with this!" he whirled on Endeavor as soon as they were home.  "You've made my life a living hell controlling every single thing!  And now you even want to control my marriage?!"

"I'm doing this for you!" Endeavor bellowed right back.  "For the Todoroki name!  For your future!"

"This is all for you!  I want no part-!"

"If you don't agree, you'll never see your mother or the siblings again."

The calm threat was enough to drench Shoto's wrath into submissive fear.  The flaming monster in front of him proved once again that he hasn't an ounce of sympathy for his blood.  He's learned that family is the only thing keeping his son under his thumb and he still actively exploits that weakness.

All the boy can do is swallow and walk away, retreating to the outside world to escape his bitter reality even temporarily.  Shoto doesn't have outbursts often, but there are times when the straw finally breaks the camel's back, and this is one of them.  All he can do is run until he can't run anymore, reaching somewhere secluded enough where he can burst out in flames and ice without hurting anyone, finally getting to a forest where he can do exactly that and scream to his heart's content.  It's the only thing he can do that is under his own control.

In the month that followed up to the wedding, Shoto barely spoke a word to anyone, choosing to isolate himself.  He only came out when he absolutely had to show his face at functions to the bride's family and look presentable.  His mind was always absent, the time flying in a blur of colors and white.  Thankfully, his father did the preparations, so all he had to do was go along with everything.  Shoto was simply playing a role in a play or movie, he was an actor who deserved an award for being in character for a month.

The night of the wedding, he and his newly-wedded wife were whisked away to their new home, being alone for the first time together.  He didn't even know what she looked like nor did he care.  As soon as they walked through the door of their already-furnished house, he released a heavy breath, brushed past her, unbuttoned his tuxedo, and - cold as his ice quirk - instructed, "I'm going to bed.  Don't come up tonight."  It was the first time he had ever spoken directly to her.

His wife, through this entire ordeal, was patient with him.  She didn't want this arrangement either, but she figured they could at least talk and come to a mutual agreement.  The entire month, she never pushed him to speak to her.  She anticipated that he would be rational about this, as she was told by her family, and that they would be able to talk things over when they were finally alone.  Just as she was going to speak her mind the way she had rehearsed it many times, he dismissed her.  She was hurt, but she understood.  He's exhausted after a whole month of stress and preparations, she rationalized, He just wants to rest.  I wouldn't want to talk to a stranger after all that either.

Resolving to try again tomorrow morning, she undressed (with great difficulty), crept into the master bedroom for her clothes while Shoto showers, retrieved her pajamas quietly, and retreated back to the living room.  The girl searched all the closets for a thick enough blanket and settles down to sleep on a couch, the exhaustion putting her right to sleep.

The next morning, the new Mrs. Todoroki woke up bright and early to make breakfast for her husband as an olive branch.  She toiled away in the kitchen, somewhat making a racket even though she wanted to stay quiet so Shoto can sleep.  Just as she finished setting the table and had to face the question of how to wake him, the boy padded down from the room.

"Oh, morning!" she smiled brightly at him.

He murmured a greeting back only to be polite, his face devoid of any real emotions other than coldness.  He sat as far away from her a possible, thanking her for the meal halfheartedly and digging in without another word.

After waiting a few moments to let him satisfy his hunger, she cleared her throat.  "So, um-"

"Your tamagoyaki needs more soy sauce and butter," he stated bluntly.

She blinked at the harsh comment.  It was shocking he said anything to her at all, and the first thing he said was an insult.

"And the miso has no flavor," he continued in the same tone.

The girl finally gathered her wits.  "I'll do better tomorrow.  Thanks for the feedback, I guess?" she laughed nervously, trying to erase the immense tension Shoto bled into the atmosphere.  When he didn't respond, she tried again.  "I know this isn't something either of us wanted, but that doesn't mean we have to live here like enemies.  We could be friends, or even just roommates!"

"I'd rather be strangers," he interjected harshly.

It felt like a stab in the heart.  Here she was, trying to make their lives somewhat bearable together through their common misfortune, and all he wanted to do was live like ghosts in the same house.

Shoto placed his chopsticks down firmly, glaring her straight in the eyes with the iciest hatred she's ever seen.  "Just to be clear, I want no part of you.  You live your life and I live mine.  You can have the bedroom to sleep at night if you want, but it's mine when I come home to shower and prepare for bed.  We will not sleep, talk, or breathe near each other as long as we are in this house."

She dipped her head in defeat, unable to bear the weight of his stare.  "C-Can we at least have our meals together?" she asked feebly.

It's something he respected, coming from family values no matter how broken.  It's the only exception he made to their less-than relationship.

Months passed and she kept her end of the bargain through a suffocating routine.  At first, the girl was kind, trying to get him to open up to her somehow without overstepping her boundaries.  She made excuses for him constantly.  He's just tired.  The least I can do is leave him alone.  I can't comfort him anyway, I'm a stranger.  He's still upset about the whole thing, he'll come around.  She even begged her boss to let her leave a little early every day to make sure she had ample amount of time to get home, shower, and prepare dinner before Shoto returned.  When he did, he wordlessly showered, sat down to dinner, nitpicked at her cooking, finished eating, and went to sleep on the living room couch, all without even sparing her a glance.

But as every day passed, she grew more weary and worn in her efforts to please him.  She tried to fix every little complaint Shoto had about her cooking or the cleanliness of the house or the laundry, but nothing seemed to satisfy him.  She tried to hold onto the silver lining.  At least he never touched me wrong or took advantage of me, she would think bitterly.  He has the decency not to take his anger out on me.

Then the dark thoughts closed in as he continued ignoring her. Surely, Shoto's only disgusted with his father, he doesn't harbor hatred for her personally.  Then she would remember the hate and disgust in his mismatched eyes the first day of their marriage.  She realized no matter how desperately she tried, he wouldn't show her any signs of warmth or appreciation.  No more did she try to make conversation with him during meals or greet him when he came home.  There were days she thought, Why should I even try?  He wouldn't like it either way.  What's the point of getting up today?  Maybe he'll even criticize how I sleep.  But she still rose out of bed every morning and carried out her routine because it could always be worse.

A sliver of hope came in the form of Shoto's birthday.  The girl figured if she did something just a little special, he would acknowledge her even the tiniest bit.  She spent days beforehand researching and testing out the perfect cold soba recipe because she knew it was his favorite.  She lit some candles on the table and bought a small cake for them to share.

When he came home, she was sure he would notice and say something, but he didn't; he went straight up to the bathroom as he usually did without a word.  Though she felt the glimmer lessen in her heart, she didn't give up.  For the first time in a while, she verbalized her thoughts to him.

"I made your favorite for your birthday!" she chirped as he sat down, setting the plate and a cup of dipping sauce in front of him.  She was so eager for him to try it because she was confident she'd gotten it right this time.  If she were a dog, her tail would've wagged in anticipation as he slurped the noodles into his mouth.  She waited patiently for his feedback, leaning forward in excitement as he swallowed.

"The noodles are slightly overcooked.  And the dipping sauce is too strong, you didn't add enough water."

Her hopes came crashing to a halt.  She couldn't even muster anything else to say as he hastily finished his dinner and rose to leave.

She stood up, heart hammering in her chest.  "What about the cake?"  Anything, something!

"I don't want it."  He turned his back to her.

"I got it for you!"  It was the first time she explicitly stated her intentions, the first time she made herself vulnerable.

"You shouldn't have gotten it at all.  It was a waste of time.  Why did you even try?"  The calm and cold words stung her as he got up and left her in the dining room alone.

His words echoed against the empty walls of the dining room.  She looked down at the cake he disregarded, feeling cold and dizzy.  She took a shaky breath in and out before resting her head on the cold glass table to stabilize herself.  The voice stabs through her even as she closed her eyes to block them out.

It was then she felt bluntly in her mind.  He hates me.  

-

The girl feels nothing but numbing cold, both on her face and inside.  Rolling up to sit, her neck and back cry out in soreness from sleeping on the table, pale light greeting her from the nearby window.  Her face feels strange, and she trudges to the bathroom mirror to check why.  She knows she should be preparing for work, but what's the point?  Her reflection reveals lines across her cheek, probably from sleeping on the edge of the table.  She shuffles to the kitchen because she should probably start breakfast, but why should she?  Leaning against the counter, she can't bring herself to move anywhere.  Her brain buffers as she tries to force herself to think of what to do now.  She doesn't feel sick, but there's a dull, cool feeling in her limbs that she can't face.

The phone rings, catching her off guard.  Glancing at the number, she doesn't hesitate to answer.  "Hello?"

"Hi, baby.  It's me."

Her eyebrows relax, appreciating the sound of a familiar voice.  "Hey, Mom.  What's up?"  She knows her voice sounds weak, she's hoping the woman can't hear it.

"I'm just checking in, you haven't called in a while.  Is something up?  You don't sound good."

"I'm...fine," she stumbles over the word.  "How's dad?"

"He's doing well.  You sure you're not sick, sweetie?"

"I'm not."  She leans her back on the counter.

"Is Shoto there?  How is he?"

And just like that, she feels something dislodge in her throat.  "He's going to work, he probably left early."  She doesn't know, there hasn't been any rustling in the house.

Her mom is silent for a while.  "Tell me the truth.  What happened?"

The sound of her mother's stern voice moves something in her chest.  "It's nothing, I just made a mistake."

"Doing what?"

"I tried making Shoto's favorite dish for his birthday yesterday.  I put so much time and energy into perfecting it for him to enjoy it, but I fell short again."  She laughs bitterly, tears starting to fill her eyes.  "He didn't even want the cake I got for him, he said it was a waste.  I shouldn't have bothered with it."  She blinks and a tear slides down her face.  "I don't know why I was expecting something different to happen, I'm so stupid."

"Honey, where is this coming from?  What's going on?"

She wipes her face, but more spill out of her eyes as she slides down the cabinet onto the cold floor.  "It's just a little frustrating when you're sharing a house with someone you're married to and they barely acknowledge you.  I mean, I expected there to be problems at first given the circumstances, but I didn't expect this."  Her voice shakes with every word.  "God, what did I do to deserve this?  I've lived in this house for 5 months, and never has he even said 'thank you' to me.  Hasn't breathed a word of appreciation to me.  I do so much for him.  I've bent over backwards for him just to make everything done the way he wants it, I've worked my entire routine, my entire life in this house to cater to him, but all he does is complain!"  She sobs into the phone, curling up into a ball as tremors wrack through her body.  "I'm just so tired.  I don't know how much more I can take.  I've made so many excuses for him, but I just can't do anything right.  Why am I even still here?"

Her mother is silent on the other line.  "My baby, if I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have allowed this marriage.  I can't believe you're going through this."

The girl can't formulate words or think anything coherent.  She drops the phone out of her hand, wrapping her legs to her chest as the tremors continue in waves, muffled whimpers the only thing escaping her lips because she's afraid to cry out loud despite being in an empty, lonely house.

-

Shoto heard something he probably shouldn't have, but he definitely needed to hear.  It bothered him for the rest of the day.  It was a sobering slap in the face that made him feel shame and regret, a hard-to-swallow pill that sat in his stomach the entire day.

On his way back home, the sound of her sobs echoes in his mind.  He curses his behavior from the past few months.  At the very least, he made a lady cry, and at the most, he's been a complete asshole.  It's all his fault, that is something he's completely aware of and is ready to take full responsibility for.  All this time, he was stupidly neglecting her out of spite for his father, but he broke her in the process.  He's angry that he had to hear her crying to realize that.  The only thing he can do now is hurry home to profusely apologize for what he's done and hope they can start over new and she forgives him, which he's prepared for her not to do.

Honestly, he deserves all the hate from her that he's shown her.  After everything she's done for him and all the effort she's put into their imbalanced relationship, he wouldn't be surprised if she yelled at him and called him all sorts of names.

Shoto walks through the door, the atmosphere different.  The house is quiet as usual, but it's more eerie than he remembers, as if that means anything with how aloof he was.  He slips into the bedroom and changes quickly, returning back to the quiet dining room where his dinner waits for him at his place.

He tentatively sits and spares a quick glance at the girl who's supposed to be his wife.  Her eyes are still puffy and she's tugging at her sleeves.  It seems she's avoiding him and he was avoiding her before.  He questions how things should start.   When is the right time to speak his piece.  Would she listen to him now?  He decides to take a bite first and chews slowly.  I guess a 'thank you' is a good place to start-

"We're getting a divorce."

He stops suddenly, almost choking.

"You don't owe me anything, and I don't want anything from you."  She isn't looking at him, voice calm and collected.  "Besides, it's better this way since it's what you wanted."  She rises from her seat smoothly.  "I've already packed for the next few nights.  I'll have some workers come in the following weeks to clear out the rest, and the papers will be delivered promptly."  Her footsteps recede from the room.

Shoto turns around to call out to her, and his minds comes up blank.

He never even bothered to remember her name.

~

Sequel?

Sequel!

[recentanimenews]

Bookshelf Briefs 10/15/18

Bleach, Vol. 74 | By Tite Kubo | Viz Media – I have never actually reviewed Bleach as a brief… or indeed at all. I followed its periphery, keeping track of what was going on and trying not to be too invested. The final volume shows off many of its strengths and weaknesses… I enjoyed seeing Ichigo and Orihime fighting together, and the finale was sweet, but far too often the volume was Yhwach screaming “can’t you see your powers are USELESS against me!” like an MST3K villain. Still, say what you will about Bleach, it was always itself. It may feel like it was cancelled for not getting on with it (it probably was), but changing anything seems churlish. It’s that middle son who’s always a hot mess, who always gets forgiven. – Sean Gaffney

Dragon Half, Omnibus 2 | By Ryusuke Mita | Seven Seas – This continues to be a giant nostalgia trip, feeling very much like the sort of anime and manga that North America was getting in the early 1990s. Which it essentially is. Even the translation and adaptation feels like it’s a “dub,” and a good one like Shinesman. It’s not easy to analyze—aside from one or two heartwarming moments that last about one panel, it’s balls to the wall comedy every single page. But the comedy is ridiculous fun, with Mink shedding her skin and becoming stronger (and bustier), the villains still being 100% useless, and Lufa being 100% DTF. I think there’s one more omnibus to go, and theoretically this is coming to an ending, but the plot is irrelevant compared to the laughs. – Sean Gaffney

Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma, Vol. 26 | By Yuto Tsukuda and Shun Saeki | Viz Media – Eventually, theoretically, this arc will end. But it’s not this volume, or indeed the one after that. That said, it is nice to see Soma punted to the side here so that we can focus on some of the other cast. Kuga has a grudge, and wants to make his name remembered—I suspect the name will be remembered but he’ll lose. As for Mimasaka, it’s quite interesting to see his stereotypical evil cheat powers used in the name of good. And then there’s Megishima, and though we find out why he’s helping Soma and company in this book, I have to admit I simply like Rindo more, and I hope that she pulls it off. So yes, a good volume, but pretty sure the bad guys are gonna win, which means… more tournament arc. – Sean Gaffney

Haikyu!!, Vol. 28 | By Haruichi Furudate | Viz Media – We are nearly caught up with Haikyu!!, which goes to “once every three months” starting with the new year. It’s been fun reading this volleyball title every week, and it helped me keep track of what’s going on better. The bout against Inarizaki takes up much of the second half, and is up to the usual high standards. I was also amused to see a hint of boy/girl romance in this book, as Ryunosuke’s childhood friend—there with her women’s volleyball team—clearly has a thing for him, but in the end, like a lot of shonen titles, she decides to emulate his SPORTS PASSION rather than confess. Besides, he’s still crushing on the manager (has she retired or not?). Haikyu!! is great fun. – Sean Gaffney

Himouto! Umaru-chan, Vol. 3 | By Sankakuhead | Seven Seas – We are reminded several times in this volume why the two siblings are the way they are—they’re very much on their own in the apartment. Here we learn their mother has passed away, and it seems there’s no father either. This explains a lot of Umaru’s immaturity, as well as Taihei’s tendency to let her do what she wants. I think I like the series best when it shows off the occasional sweet moment. Still, it’s because it’s occasional that it works so well—most of the time this series is content to rely on funny “Umaru is lazy” humor, such as accidentally screwing up the modem and having… NO INTERNET!… or forgetting about her New Year’s Resolution to be less slothful. Cute. – Sean Gaffney

How to Treat Magical Beasts: Mine and Master’s Medical Journal, Vol. 2 | By Kaziya | Seven Seas – There’s not much here beyond “heartwarming stories of a magical vet,” but sometimes that’s all you need, and if this is going to be manga’s equivalent of All Creatures Great and Small I’m content to be along for the ride. The chapters are named after either the magical beast or their ailment, and despite involving supernatural creatures manage to be rather educational—the discussion of rye bread was particularly fascinating. Ziska is cute, Niko is patient and caring, and you root for both of them, even as some of the situations prove to be a lot more difficult to solve than others. This is the sort of title that will run as long as the audience is there to enjoy its peaceful, relaxed mood, and I’m one of that audience. – Sean Gaffney

Natsume’s Book of Friends, Vol. 22 | By Yuki Midorikawa | VIZ Media – Twenty-two volumes in, and Natsume’s Book of Friends is just getting better and better. The first two stories involve Natsume’s classmates—first, the story of an inn beloved by good yokai where the staff forget to display the curtain to ward off bad yokai one night, and second, the story of a mysterious nightly visitor who uses Natsume’s face to befriend Nishimura—and seeing events from their perspective ramps up the creepy atmosphere tenfold. As if those weren’t enough, the final story involves Natsume meeting the first yokai whose name appears in the book and learning more about Reiko in the process. It’s a tale both melancholy and lovely and I loved it very much. The twenty-third volume only came out in Japan last month, so sadly we’ve probably got a long wait for our next installment. – Michelle Smith

New Game!, Vol. 3 | By Shotaro Tokuno | Seven Seas – There’s some workplace development here—with Kou’s promotion, Hifumi is also encouraged to take a step forward, which she does shyly and reluctantly. Kou and Aoba also manage to collaborate on a character design, after some brief but well done drama, and the game looks ridiculously cute. For the most part, though, this continues to be about a group of girls and their everyday life, the same as many of these 4-koma titles. I had honestly thought there would be more yuri, but it’s mostly invisible—Rin clearly as a thing for Kou, but there’s no forward movement there. If you enjoyed the anime, or just like this style of manga, it’s a good volume. Needs to have the cast holding hands and jumping in the air. – Sean Gaffney

To Your Eternity, Vol. 6 | By Yoshitoki Oima | Kodansha Comics – Every single volume of this series has managed to shatter my heart and the sixth is no exception. To Your Eternity remains a manga that is both astonishingly beautiful and incredibly devastating. Oima utilizes a fantastical narrative to explore deeply philosophical and existential themes. Even as an immortal, Fushi struggles to survive in a world full of death. Fushi continues to learn, grow, and evolve, but the process is an exceptionally painful one requiring difficult decisions to be made over and over. The sixth volume dramatically concludes the Jananda arc–on an island populated by exiled criminals, Fushi is forced yet again to confront the complexities of human morality and mortality. Yes, there are crushing losses, but along with the sadness comes some amount of hope. The strength of the relationships that Fushi develops with others is a shining, guiding light in a life frequently punctuated with darkness and tragedy. – Ash Brown

By: Ash Brown

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Kitakyushu captivity murder case-part 4

~ Runaway Junko ~

Matsunaga lost his money because there were no women. Matsunaga orders Junko. "You make money!"

Junko is unwillingly to contact her home and pays money, saying "the apartment has become housework", "you have moving funds", "the child has become ill" and so on. However, my parents don't send money and Junko is at a loss.

Junko, who decided to do so, had to give money to Matsunaga, went to Yufuin after leaving her child with her aunt.

I found one live snack there and had to work there. However, Junko disappeared without working all day.

"Please forgive me to go out without saying hello to my mom. My husband committed suicide last night. I have to go home in a hurry. I will not forget this benefit," only one letter was left. The

Junko was full of guilt, "Matsunaga has died! I have committed suicide due to my absence!"

When I contacted my father, he said, "Matsunaga died is true. Please come back soon."

When I returned to my parents' house, the whole family was ready, and the Japanese room with the incense was drifting with Matsunaga's shadow.

"Oh, I'm really dead ..." Junko's tears flowed and was overwhelmed by sadness.

At that time, the closet opened up and Matsunaga jumped out. "Now! May!" The family beat Junko and made it naked. Become a horseman and hold down Junko. The eldest son with a knife is approaching Junko.

Junko loses consciousness.

The Ogata family was under control by Matsunaga. Matsunaga called a family when Junko went to Yufuin and talked about Junko's bad behavior. "Junko has committed murder and crimes. I can't get it. I need help from my family. Junko abandoned her child and ran away.

The Ogata family moved up. Originally Ogata's family was reputed as a distinguished family, and his father's chief was an officer of a local agricultural cooperative.

"Your daughter is a criminal ..." What does it do? ...! Matsunaga cleverly knocked out a weak point that cares about the body.

Thus the Ogata family was being used by Matsunaga.

Junko receives a huge sanction from Matsunaga and lost her memory. It is unclear what was done for several days. Junko had been issued a curfew for a month, and when she finally went out she had her daughter in charge of surveillance.

"I can't run away anymore ... I want to die ... If I die I'll be troubled with Matsunaga and Toraya's daughter. I will die when nobody is there ..." Junko tries to escape but she is blocked from running away by her daughter and Matsunaga I was punished again.

Even though her daughter was killed, her father was still Matsunaga. When my father died, there was a written pledge "I killed my father," and I could not escape.

Junko wanted to take heart with the children, but the children hated Junko and couldn't. Of course, it is Matsunaga who was directed to make Junko indulge. She used to blow her mother's bad mouth into the children every day, saying, "If this woman does anything, ask the next person for help. This woman is a murderer!"

The caring for the child was taken by a daughter who became junior high school, and when the children became sick, they were subjected to violence from the child.

~ Family family ~

The family was not open. Matsunaga paid attention to the Ogata family mainly as a gold. Matsunaga offered talks to Junko's parents.

"If it's time to break up, it's okay to break up, but in the meantime, I want to get some money."

Matsunaga energized Junko in front of her parents. While the parents were astonished that "your daughter had such an eye ...", they trembled with the thought, "If an offending daughter comes back, the Ogata family is over ...".

If you solve with money ... and paid Matsunaga and summarized the negotiations. It is as Matsunaga thought.

Finally, Matsunaga is like this. "I will take over two children"

"I can't do that!" Junko's willing to part is cut off and decides to keep up with Matsunaga.

Junko's sister Rieko, who thought that her parents went out suspiciously, consulted her husband.

Kazuya was a former police officer and an adopted son of an Ogata family, who worked in the same working place as a tall man. Kazuya was distrustful to Matsunaga. It is a difficult opponent for Matsunaga.

One day Matsunaga called her parents and Kazuya at home. It is a talk about Junko. Junko, who has no acquaintance and only bad information for Kazuya, was a troublesome sister-in-law.

Matsunaga treated Kazuya as a "customer". Kazuya was completely forgiving. And Matsunaga came to go drinking frequently and often heard the complaints and consultations. Matsunaga, who heard the roots of private matters, began to use chopsticks.

"Mr. Kazuya, you are being deceived by the Ogata family. It is being used. The Ogata family may be a great family, but the contents are rotten."

"If you try from the Ogata family, you are just a stallion."

"Are you fooled like this and you still don't notice? It's really stupid! Rie is being fooled by you! Such a woman is jealous!"

In this way Kazuya has become as Matsunaga says. Furthermore, Matsunaga controls Junko's sister Rieko. I asked Rieko for a private story in the same way, and asked him to get along with the lord.

When Rieko consults with Matsunaga that she was forced to have sex in the early morning, she says, "What's wrong is it to force yourself! Women are ignorant! Think about Rieko's feelings!" The

In this way, the relationship between the two people got worse gradually and divorce talk began to appear, and it was Matsunaga that put it together. The two visited the house of Matsunaga frequently and consulted with them.

Ogata's parents, sisters and couples were both obsessed by Matsunaga. They traveled three hours by car to Matsunaga's house. Matsunaga paid for everything such as gasoline, and he had me write a loan book instead.

They were mentally and physically exhausted. Takashige used his land as a collateral to receive a loan of 30 million from the agricultural cooperative. The older brothers who knew this were suspiciously asked, "What are you doing, brother? What are you being cheated?"

Takashige couldn't tell his daughter's crime to relatives and kept secret. Kazuya, Rieko and Junko's mother Shizuka also became funny, and the relatives of the Ogata family contacted the police.

Matsunaga, who knew that, decided.

"Let the Ogata Family Live at Home"

~ Hell's Mansion ~

It is no exaggeration to say that the Ogata family was confined to Matsunaga. Takase, Kazuya, Rieko said that the company was absent without notice and a retirement notice was thrown into the post.

It is rumored that the Ogata family has disappeared locally. Shizumi has borrowed up to the limit with Sarah Gold and has paid 3 million to Matsunaga. The amount of money the Ogata family gave to Matsunaga is said to exceed 63 million yen.

Matsunaga, who thought that she could no longer use it as money, started to limit her living with the Ogata family, as she did.

The entrance was locked with a padlock and I could not go in and out freely. When I went out, I contacted Matsunaga every 15 minutes, and if I did not keep it, I was targeted for energizing.

Let the whole family stand in the kitchen and don't talk. When I go to bed, I go to bed in the kitchen. All clothes are worn in jerseys, and only one is worn. Laundry was only allowed occasionally. I ate a cup of ramen, confectionery bread, and within 8 minutes of once a day, with an attitude like that.

The toilet could only be used for stools, but only once a day. Other than that, they always use plastic bottles and someone was always the supervisor.

This restriction also applies to Rieko, Kazuya and his children, Aya (10 years old) and Yuki (4 years old).

By Matsunaga's ranking, the lowest person came to be energized.

~ Sex with Matsunaga ~

Matsunaga used her family skillfully to establish a relationship between Shizumi and Rieko. Shizumi was raped at the time of dating with Junko.

One day Matsunaga fucks Rieko in front of Kazuya. Kazuya was reluctant to take his stance, but after being energized by Junko, the rebellion was gone. Rieko wants Matsunaga's sex in front of Kazuya and begins to drown in pleasure.

Matsunaga laughs at it. If you go to bed with Matsunaga, your rank will rise and you will be allowed to go to bed with your futon, and you will not be eligible for energization. Therefore, all the women became rivals. I was desperate to raise my rank because I was given a priority for eating and brushing teeth.

~ Suspicious Dark Demon ~

Matsunaga installed a wiretap in the room to make the family unfriendly, and sent him to make a false statement. Rieko was the spy role, but the Ogata family did not complain at all to Matsunaga.

On the other hand, since Rieko declared himself to be a spy, he was locked in a shell saying that nobody else can trust anymore.

In this way, the whole family was desperate to raise their rank, and they could not trust their family. Even if I kicked someone down, I wanted to go on, let the fear of energisation do so.

~ Paternal death ~

In December 1997, the last-ranked father, Takashige, was subject to power on a daily basis. At one time, "I'm not good at color," and it turned out that electricity was turned on.

Takase sat straight and put a clip on his own as Matsunaga told. Takasige was patient in nature and was quietly endured even if the electricity was turned on. Matsunaga ordered Junko that "Next, a teat.

Takashige pinched the nipple with a clip. Junko turned on her electricity while cursing her father. Then, the rose fell down as it was.

"What are you doing! Give your face!" Junko yelled at his father. I don't feel so picky. Matsunaga suddenly breathed artificially, but the breath of the spirit did not blow back.

Soon, Matsunaga said, "There is no such thing as a golden tooth! Look for you!"

I searched in the whole family but I couldn't find it. Matsunaga concluded: "It's because gold teeth enter the airway and block the airway during artificial respiration."

Junko thought he wanted to raise a funeral because he could have been arrested by the police because he had been killed, but Matsunaga scorned that "all would be arrested by relatives of civil servants" and "all would be arrested" I decided to dismantle as well as the time of Torayaya.

The father's dismantling work was carried out by Junko, Shizumi, Rieko, Kazuya and Aya.

Matsunaga said, "Because I asked if Aya-Chan was dead at a shrine, so Grandpa died, because Aya-Chan's fault." Aya prayed for the death of his grandfather, because when he was living in peace, he didn't let chilly Chinese food eaten on the go.

The dismantling work lasted for 10 days and gold teeth were found in the lungs.