#*what the geez guys 1000 notes ??? nice

[peekaboo6293]

put your head on my shoulder…

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

An imagine for adeuce please! They hang out someplace in their hometown during vacation but awkwardly run into crewel. I think treys family bakery would be a nice location but the setting is your choice in case you want to limit the dialogue and number of characters

Ps. I personally feel like the game needs more interactions between the students and teachers. Hopefully we can get more in the new event

Teacher-student interactions are so much fun! We definitely got more from Vargas Camp (which I’m really thankful for), and I hope we keep getting more!

So far, my favorite teacher-student dynamic has been Vargas and Azul. I’d feel bad for octoboi if I wasn’t laughing so hard at his flying fails--

I really liked this prompt, so I wrote more than my usual ~1000 word imagine; please enjoy!

***Mild spoilers for chapter 4!***

Imagine this...

The Rose Kingdom was aptly named for the flowers that bloomed in nearly every corner of its land. In the summer time, they blossomed magnificently, perfuming the warm air with their heady aroma—but in the winter, those delicate rosebuds were banished by a spell of frost. Without fail, a great cold would wash over the region every year, casting their famous red flowers in a thick layer of white.

It was a pattern that the kingdom’s residents had long since grown accustomed to. This was, after all, their beloved home—amid the roses, frozen as they were.

“Oi, Deuce! Hurry it up, will you?!” Ace called, tossing an annoyed glance over his shoulder.

His friend—wearing so many layers that he resembled a moving blueberry more than a human—lagged several paces behind.

Deuce attempted to return the sass, but his words caught in the scarf bound tightly around his mouth, coming out muffled instead. The puffball on his winter hat furiously bobbed up and down, as though communicating his frustration for him.

“If we don’t pick up the pace, they’re gonna sell out of hot chocolate and fresh pastries!” Ace rushed back, grabbed Deuce by the arm, and tugged. “C’mon!! I thought you were in Track and Field Club or something—so let’s get moving!”

Deuce loosened his scarf with his free hand and, glaring at Ace, declared, “No way am I running with the roads this icy. That’s a recipe for disaster.”

“Hah? You serious? I already got wasted enough time waiting for you to dress in your 101 layers of coats,” Ace grumped, gesturing to Deuce’s ridiculous outfit. “It can’t hurt to be a little quicker about it.”

“Mom wanted me to stay warm,” Deuce countered stiffly. “I’m gonna respect that, no matter what.”

Ace rolled his eyes and waves dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, whatever—enough talk, we really gotta get going...!! I’ll be damned if I freeze out here.”

“The Clover Bakery isn’t that far from here, so we don’t need to rush.” Deuce indicated a warm building at the end of the block, which gave off delicious fumes—spun sugar, baked bread, and spices. “Slow and steady wins the race.”

Ace groaned loudly. At this rate, it would take all day for them to waddle on over. He was about to bury his head in his hands when an idea dawned on him.

A mean, but clever, idea.

“Betcha I could make it there faster than you,” Ace chirped, his voice casual.

“It’s not a competition,” Deuce reminded him sternly.

“No one said it was, dummy! I’m just saying I could definitely beat you at your own game.”

“Tough words for someone shaking like a leaf in the cold.”

“Oh yeah?” Ace’s grin was wicked. “Prove me wrong, then.”

“I don’’t have to prove anything. It’d be dangerous to run in this weather, anyway.”

“I bet it’s way more snowy in Pyroxene—and Jack’s probably totally fine with running through it!”

“That’s Jack, and this is me. I said I wasn’t going to rush things, and I meant it.”

“Yeah? Too bad~” The redhead gave an exaggerated sigh and a shrug. “Backing out, huh...? Oh well. Guess if you snooze, you lose...!!”

“Hey, I never said...” Deuce’s voice trailed off, for Ace had shoved by him, darting off in the direction of the bakery. “H-Hey...!! Ace...!! ACE!! GET BACK HERE!!”

He tore after his friend, shouting at him all the while—and Ace, with his (cheating) head start, only laughed in return. Deuce soon caught up (no thanks to his club conditioning), and they were neck-and-neck for first place.

Windchill, knives upon their faces. The biting cold seeped into their lungs, making it hurt to breathe as they hurtled toward their destination. Yet they sailed on, determined to outdo the other.

Both boys launched themselves at the bakery entrance, grasping the handle at the same time.

“EXCUSE US!!” Ace and Deuce yelled in unison, yanking open the door (struggling to cram through the doorway at the same time) and stumbling in.

They were greeted by a blast of warmth and the smells of sweet cakes and toasted breads. The employee manning the counter glanced up, startled at the duo’s sudden appearance. When he saw who it was that had barged in, he sighed and calmly readjusted his glasses.

He looked a little different than usual, wearing a white shirt with green plaid that showed off his broad shoulders. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal thick forearms forged from years of lifting flour sacks and kneading dough. A brown apron was slung over his attire, four-leafed clovers sewn on the pockets.

“If it isn’t Ace and Deuce. How are the two troublemakers of Heartslabyul doing?” Trey asked, his smile lopsided as his underclassmen approached.

“A-Are we really troublemakers in your eyes, Clover-senpai?!”

“I’m just kidding,” he reassured Deuce. “Well, you are troublemakers, but more for Riddle than for me.”

“Geez... thanks for the vote of confidence...” Ace grumbled, casting the third year a cheeky look. “Some senpai you are, huh?”

“Now, now... I’m allowed to have some fun, aren’t I? We’re all ‘off-duty’, so to speak.” Trey said light heartedly. “Anyway, what brings you guys to the Clover Bakery? I’m assuming you’re not dropping by just to say hello.”

“Hehe. Obviously we’re hungry, so we came by for some grub!” Ace held up his index finger. “One large hot chocolate, and a plate of assorted butter cookies for me!”

“I’m okay with a small spiced apple cider,” Deuce chimed in, “please and thank you.”

“Gotcha. I’ll get you your drinks in a bit,” Trey nodded, “but as for the butter cookies, I’m afraid I won’t be able to sell those to you.”

“Huh?” Ace’s face collapsed. “Why not?”

“We’ve only got a few dozen left, and they’re reserved for a client that preordered them. Sorry.” Trey pointed to a neatly wrapped box already set upon the counter, done up in a bright green bow.

Through the plastic window in the box, Ace could see that the cookies had been converted into little sandwiches. Each pair housed a generous dollop of cream, caramelized raisins threaded throughout it.

“What? Who needs that many butter cookies? And why are there gross raisins in them--“

The door to the bakery flung open, summoning a gale of cold once more. A bell suspended above jingled, ringing in a new customer.

“Ah, speak of deville the devil,” Trey said—while his underclassmen balked in terror.

There, in the doorway, was a tall man in black faux leather gloves and a voluminous fur coat—striped, black and white. Beneath that, he boasted a crimson turtle neck and a blazer, half solid white, the other half a black , checkerboard pattern. This, paired with his slicked back hair, steely eyes, and regal face, made him appear as though he had just strutted off the runway, were it not for the leashes he gripped.

Two Dalmatians—one in a blue coat, the other in a red one—stood alert by his feet. They caught Ace and Deuce’s eyes and barked in greeting, but the two boys were far too fixated on the Dalmatians’ owner to gush over dogs.

“Crewel...”

“... Sensei?”

Ace and Deuce glanced to one another, then back at their Alchemy teacher.

“C-CREWEL-SENSEI?!”

“Wh-What’re you doing here?!” Ace demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. “School’s out for winter break...!! You... You didn’t hunt us down to make us do our homework, did you?!”

Crewel snorted. “Spare me your theatrics, Trappola. Your instructors are granted a vacation for the duration of winter break as well. Were you not aware?”

“I-I knew that! I just didn’t know you lived in the Rose Kingdom, too!”

“I thought teachers lived at school...”

“... Seriously, Deuce?!”

“The more you know.” Crewel narrowed his eyes at Ace. “But speaking of homework, I trust you pups are keeping on top of your assignments? Being on break is no excuse to slack on your studies.”

“D-Duh! Of course I haven’t been slacking!” A lie, Ace grimaced, thinking to the piles of homework he had abandoned in his bedroom in favor of hanging out with friends. Whatever, he could just pester his brother for help later. “Right, Deuce? Back me up here!”

“I’ve been diligently studying and working on my homework bit by bit every day, Crewel-sensei!”

“... But have you done it accurately?” Crewel asked, raising an eyebrow. “Simply writing down an answer does not guarantee full marks, Spade.”

“... Errrrrr, okay, maybe I need to work on it a little more.”

“You’ve got your notes and a reliable Science Club member to count on for assistance,” Crewel quipped, gesturing to Trey with a gloved hand. “There is no excuse for why you should not do well. That goes for you as well, Trappola.”

“Y-Yessir!”

“Crewel-sensei, I think that’s enough interrogation,” Trey called, waving for him to come to the counter. Outwardly, he wore a smile, but inwardly, he sighed. For the love of the Great Seven, don’t offer my help for me. “Here, I have your order prepared--oh, but be sure to keep your dogs at the doorway. No pets allowed beyond a certain threshold for health and safety reasons.”

“I am aware, yes.” Crewel’s eyes passed over to the two scared stiff underclassmen. “... Trappola, Spade--come here. Do your professor a favor and tend to my Dalmatians for me.”

“What? You want us to watch your dogs?”

“I’ll do my best, Sensei!!”

“Don’t just blindly agree to it, Deuce!”

“It will only be for a moment,” Crewel insisted, shoving his leashes into Ace and Deuce’s hands. The boys fumbled, but held firm--the Dalmatians eagerly staring up at them.

“... Oi, don’t give me those looks,” Ace grumbled. “You’re... You’re too cute looking and innocent to be Crewel-sensei’s pets.”

The dog in the red coat gave a happy bark, as if pleased with the compliment. Its partner, in the blue coat, panted with delight as Deuce gave it a firm head pat.

Crewel received the box of raisin butter cookies--but allowed his eyes to quickly a scan the glass display case as he strode up. “Do you have dog treats in stock as well?”

“We do.”

“Then add two to my total, please--peanut butter flavor.”

“Alright, you’ve got it.” Trey ducked, retrieved a pair of tongs, and fished out two bone-shaped biscuits. He dropped them into a paper bag and handed them over to his teacher. “That’ll be--”

He was cut off by several bills being fanned out on the counter.

“I’ve ordered enough from your bakery to know the general prices,” Crewel smirked, tucking his wallet away into his massive fur coat. “If there is a discrepancy, you may keep the change.”

“Ah, thanks for that. Hope you and the dogs enjoy--” Trey paused, cut off this time by the sound of several small footsteps from the back room of the bakery. He groaned, already knowing what was coming. “Oh no...”

“Trey-nii!!” A chorus of high-pitched voices piped up, startling Ace and Deuce. “We heard bark-barks!! Did Mr. Fluffy Coat bring back his doggies?”

Three heads of green hair poked above the counter--just barely. One girl and two boys, probably elementary school age, all of them sharing Trey’s mustard yellow eyes.

“Guys, not now. Big bro’s busy with the customers,” Trey warned. He passed an apologetic look to his underclassmen and teacher. “Sorry, my siblings are excitable sometimes.”

“I wanna pet the doggies!”

“I wanna feed’m snackies!”

“I wanna dress them up!”

To the boys’ surprise, Crewel merely chuckled. “No worries. Fellow canine lovers are always welcome.”

“Mr. Fluffy Coat!! Can we feed your doggies?”

“Pretty please with candied violets on top!”

“Please, please, please!!”

Crewel barked with laughter. “Perhaps I can allow it, little ones--permitted that your brother grants his permission.”

All three Clover siblings looked expectantly at their eldest sibling.

Trey heaved a sigh. “... I guess I’ve got no choice. Go ahead.”

Excited squeals filled the interior of the bakery. The Clover siblings nearly tripped over themselves racing over to Crewel’s dogs (they nearly trampled Ace and Deuce’s feet, too).

“Hey, watch it! We’re the ones babysitting these dogs, not you!” Ace cried as the kids descended on the Dalmatians. I’ve only had these dogs for five minutes but if anything happened to them, I’d kill everyone here and then--

“We can share, Ace!”

“Spade is correct. There is plenty of the pups to go around,” Crewel interjected. He produced two dog treats and broke them into smaller pieces, offering them to Ace, Deuce, and the Clover siblings. “Go on, then. One for each of you to feed them.”

The Clovers cheered and eagerly claimed their pieces, holding them out and allowing each Dalmatian to sniff and lick the treats straight out of their palms. As soon as the food was slurped up, the Clovers proceeded to vigorously pet the pups. But the first years hesitated.

“You’re... being awfully nice,” Ace noted, eying him suspiciously. “Are you gonna spring a pop quiz on us as soon as I take the treat?”

“Keep biting the hand that feeds you, and I just might consider it,” Crewel warned with a dark smirk.

“W-We’ll take the treats!” Deuce snatched up two pieces, shoving one into Ace’s hands. “Come on, let’s not worry too much. We’re on winter break, after all. Let’s just relax while we still can.”

“You’re right, you’re right! Let’s not sweat it!”

They exchanged a brief laugh before kneeling and offering up their own dog treat pieces to the Dalmatians. Just as the dogs’ sloppy, wet tongues connected with the boys’ hands, their cell phones went off.

“... Huh? Did you just get a text, Deuce?”

“I think I did. I heard your phone ping too, though. Did you get a text too?”

“I can check. One sec...” With his free hand, Ace fished his phone out of his coat pocket and consulted it. He immediately paled. “Oh, shit.”

(“Hey, language!” Trey shouted--but his protest seemingly went ignored.)

“What’s wrong?” Deuce asked, frowning.

“Check your phone. Check it right now.”

“Is it something seri...” Deuce’s face dropped as soon as he looked at his messages. “Fuck.”

(“I said, language!” Trey tried again, only to be snubbed a second time.)

The distressing text they had received?

SOS SEND HE LP STRAND ED D IN SCAR ABIA CANT GET OUT - Yuu, Grim

Ace and Deuce abruptly stood and bolted toward the exit, much to everyone’s surprise. They paid no mind to the concerned shouts of Trey, nor Crewel, or to the excited barks of Dalmatians no longer held by leashes.

All that remained of where the duo once stood were soggy, half-finished peanut butter dog treats.

[hadesgoddess]

Listen man those are good questions (in the ask game you reblogged) and I don’t wanna choose a few to ask (also the names of them are very long and I will not remember them. in my defense uh. I have the Memory Machine Broke disorder)

Do. Do you wanna just answer every question for Hades. go for it Rose. make a very long post. just answer every question for Hades. why not. live your dreams. have fun

SAY LESS STAR!!!! Thank youuuuuuu~~ Maybe I should change your tag to Enabling Mutual akdsjnkahsgdf jk jk @cosmicselfships

Because I could not stop for Death he kindly stopped for me: What does your F/O do to help you relax when you are overworking yourself? - I don’t overwork myself often but when I do it results in a lot of guilt and anger, mainly towards myself for not being able to keep up. It’s super hard for me to relax because I want to take care of all my chores and errands so when Hades sees me getting to that level of frustration, he goes out of his way to finish things for me. Like:

Me: I still have to finish the laundry, return those books, figure out what we’re having for dinner! Ugh! It’s just too much!

Hades: Laundry’s in the basket. 

Me: What?

Hades: And I dropped off the books this morning.

Me:.........

Hades: Sushi’s on it’s way too and I got you an order of Gyoza too.

Me:....... I fucking love you.  

Will no one tell me what she sings?: What does your F/O sound like when they sing? - Ohohohohoh well we already know this one, now don’t we! It is truly sad Hades only got 1 song in the movie, because Cheyenne Jackson? 

But let’s just pretend we don’t know shall we? Hades is loud and proud when he sings, he loves to just belt out his favorite songs, whether it’s classic rock or metal or grunge or even a bit of showtunes (that’s right babe, we all know your secret)! His voice is very smooth and steady, but he loves to hit those high notes! 

But thy eternal summer shall not fade: What about you makes your F/O fall for you even harder? What about your F/O makes you fall for them even harder? - Oh geez, I’m not sure! Maybe how I make him laugh when he’s angry or how I’m always ready with a cutting remark, maybe how I’m by his side no matter what, being my own person despite what others think? I fall harder for him when I see his soft side with Mal or you, Star, how he’s willing to be nice to Ben and support you guys after everything you went through. When I see his vulnerable side, the unusually quiet side, that doesn’t have an answer to everything, the side that just wants to be at peace but gets in its own way. Those quiet moments.

In an agony of unspoken young love I watched you: How long did it take for either you or your F/O to confess? Were either of you scared things wouldn’t go as planned? - Oh I’m always scared of how things can be messed up and that really made me nervous when it started coming to a head. It didn’t take years and years, but we danced around it and our feelings for quite a while. I’m too scared of being hurt and Hades is too scared of letting go

I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail: How do you comfort each other when you’re upset? - When I’m upset, I don’t want to talk about it, so Hades either holds me until I feel better or distracts me and when he’s upset, I sit and listen to him, I don’t interrupt or try to tell him what to do/feel, I validate his anger and his right to be upset.

You know, I’m not afraid of you at all: Is there anything about your F/O that scares other people, but you find to be charming or endearing? Or do you find it scary too, but refuse to let it scare you? - Ohhh boy, there’s lots of things about Hades people are scared of; his temper, the fire, his sharp tongue, his glare, his powers, the whole dead aspect... The list is long, he isn’t the Lord of the Underworld for nothing you guys. But half of that I’m not frightened by, like his power of the dead, his comments, or the fire. I'm pretty wary of his temper, because when people get genuinely mad, I tend to freeze up, but I’m good at defusing a situation before it gets that far. And I know that if he ever hurt me in a high tension situation, it would be an accident/he wouldn’t leave it to fester, he would work harder to fix it, just like I would if I got upset.

It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair: When times are tough, how do you and your F/O make it through? - If times are tough, we don’t complain, we get down to business and work it through, come hell or high water. 

Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?: What dreams does your F/O have? Do you see yourself helping your F/O achieve them? - After leaving the Isle, all Hades wants is to spend time with his family and have the chance to build what should have been there for years. I’m 100% supportive of helping him make amends and figure out how to build healthier relationships with his daughters. I also want to help him explore his own personal interests now that he isn’t shackled to the title of Lord of the Underworld or stuck on a spit of land under an impenetrable dome! Like music and science! 

I can no longer remain away from you: What lengths has your F/O  gone to see you? Have you ever done the same? - in almost all my fics, there’s no distance far enough that he wouldn’t go to find me or get me back. I would do the same, if I were at the threshold of the next life, I would still look back and reach for him.

And then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils: What is dancing with your F/O like? - oh! So goofy, just pure, unadulterated ridiculousness, we can NOT be serious! No waltz’s or tangos for us, instead we’re jamming on air guitars and doing (failing) the Moonwalk! Probably the one actual dance I’d want to try with him would be Swing! It’s so high energy and looks like loads of fun!

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”: Freebie! Tell us any headcanon about your F/O or your relationship with them. - I have 1 true aesthetic in my mind for Hades and I, and that’s being “That One Annoying Couple”, the ones that don’t care who’s around, they’re too busy rough-housing or goofing off or taking horrible selfies, just being a general nuisance! And then when someone tells us to knock it off/quiet down/get a room, we just glare at them and amp it up 1000% 

[akemilena]

SolidS Vol. 3 track 3

ドラマ「ショウトツ」

Drama “Collision”

Track 2 || Translation index || Track 4

Shiki: You, try to come as soon as possible today. Well then.

Tsubasa: You called me just to say that?? *sigh* Geez, you could say it in a mail. “I’m leaving now. Wait a moment”. Sent!

*phone rings*

Tsubasa: !? Hello?

Shiki: It’s me.

Tsubasa: I don’t know anyone called “Me”.

Shiki: I want to ask you something.

Tsubasa: … What?

Shiki: How long exactly is “a moment”?

Tsubasa: … Huh?

Shiki: I’m asking you how long it will take you to get here.

Tsubasa: How long…? I’m at the university’s campus now, so five minutes until the station… and then transferring… uh… I guess about 30 minutes?

Shiki: Then write that from the beginning.

Tsubasa: You know where my university is, so you can more or less calculate that!

Shiki: Before complaining, try to change your daily speech and behaviour. Your “while” or “soon” can’t be relied upon.

Tsubasa: Listen, I will give those words right back at you. Especially the way you give directions. Like “If you go on a bit you’ll see it”, usually it’s downright a lie! Making me walk one station worth of distance sure happens a lot!!

Shiki: Don’t complain so much for having to walk only one subway station. Anyway, hurry up. Got it?

Tsubasa: Wai- only that?! Ughhh, man, I’m sure he has no friends. More like, he gets along way too well with work, damn it!!!

Rikka: *drinks* Ah, it’s cold… I should prepare my own water at room temperature after all.

Staff: Sera-san! Good work.

Rikka: Ah! Good work.

Staff: Did you come to voice training today? Eh? But today, if I remember correctly, the lesson room was…

Rikka: I was only borrowing an empty lesson room and practicing by myself.

Staff: Ah, I see! You’re so enthusiastic.

Rikka: Rather than enthusiastic… I have no singing experience, so I want to at least improve my quality a bit, because I’m scared I’ll be left behind.

Staff: You don’t need to worry so much, I think you’ll be fine. I heard the president was very happy with the recording the other day.

Rikka: Thank you very much. I’ll do my best!

Staff: But please be careful about your health.

Rikka: Yes, I will!

Staff: Shiki-san though… will he be fine with so much work?

Rikka: He’s in the lesson room right now, right?

Staff: He should be, with Tsubasa-kun. Although it sounded like they were arguing.

Rikka: Arguing…?

Staff: Well, they are usually like that, so I guess it’s not that bad.

Rikka: Oh, Tsubasa!

Tsubasa: Ah- Rikka.

Staff: Well then, excuse me.

Rikka: Ah, yes! Thank you very much.

Good work, Tsubasa. Would you like some water? I bought it there, but I can’t handle cold drinks after all.

Tsubasa: Rikka, could it be… that you came to see how I was doing?

Rikka: More or less. I came to train by myself, so while I was at it.

Tsubasa: *sigh* I wish he had at least 1/1000 of your consideration… I’d love to teach him a thing or two.

Rikka: Ah… Um… Shiki listened to your voice training too, right? How was it?

Tsubasa: Who knows.

Rikka: Who knows…?

Tsubasa: He won’t say anything even if I ask him. When I was being coached, he just listened with a very serious face. Only that.

Rikka: Shiki’s still inside?

Tsubasa: Yep. He said he wanted to consult something without me there. I was kicked out.

Rikka: I see…

Tsubasa: Rikka, you don’t need to make that face!

Rikka: Ah, sorry…

Tsubasa: Mind if I have some water? I already drank the one I bought.

Rikka: Yes, here you have.

Tsubasa: Thank you.*drinks*

Shiki: Thank you very much.

Rikka: Shiki!

Shiki: Ah, Rikka. Self-training?

Rikka: Yes, well…

Shiki: I’m glad you’re enthusiastic, but don’t hurt your throat. Also, Tsubasa.

Tsubasa: What.

Shiki: Today we’re done. You can go.

Tsubasa: … Huh? Hey, wait, Shiki!!

Rikka: Shiki…

Tsubasa: Shit… As if I’d back off now!

Rikka: Ah, Tsubasa!!

Tsubasa: Ahh, goddammit!

Tsubasa: Shiki!!

Shiki: What?

Tsubasa: I need to talk.

Shiki: I’m in a hurry now. Sorry, but leave it for later.

Tsubasa: When is “later”?

Shiki: … On another day.

Tsubasa: I’m asking you when that is!

Shiki: Tsubasa, calm down. I’ll probably come back late tonight, so don’t wait for me. Get a proper sleep-

Tsubasa: Don’t you have anything else to say? There are more important things!!

Shiki: It’s also your job to prepare your condition.

Tsubasa: I’m not talking about that!

Shiki: Your voice is too loud.

Tsubasa: Whose fault do you think it is!!

Shiki: Are you implying it’s my fault?

Tsubasa: Who else there is?!

Rikka: Shiki… Tsubasa! Tsubasa, calm down.

Tsubasa: To begin with, what happened to the recording that was put on hold? When are we doing it?

Shiki: It’s still under adjustment. I’ll tell you as soon as it’s decided.

Tsubasa: Anything and everything is “to be determined”!! Damn…

Rikka: Tsubasa!

Tsubasa: Let me go, Rikka!

Rikka: STOP FIGHTING!

Tsubasa: Ah-

Rikka: Shiki, you too. That’s not the way to say things. I guess you’re thinking about a lot of things, but if you don’t properly put it into words, Tsubasa will get anxious too!

Shiki: *sigh* Got it. Tsubasa, about the recording, it really isn’t decided yet. We can’t decide. I can only say it will be in a few days. Give me a bit more of time. The truth is, there’s something I’m troubled by too.

Tsubasa: Oh really.

Shiki: But the promotion is still moving regardless, linked with other things. I can’t possibly delay the release just because of my own responsibility, so I’m currently talking with the people concerned and adjusting things. And that’s why I’ll come back late tonight too. Are you fine with this?

Tsubasa: I understand now. That’s enough.

Rikka: Ah, wait, Tsubasa!

Shiki: *sigh* Rikka, sorry, but I leave him to you. I bet he’ll listen to what you have to say.

Rikka: *sigh* How about you try to make an effort to understand each other better, leader? Compared to Tsubasa and Dai, I’ve known you for a long time, so even if you don’t explain I can believe in you and wait, but them…

Shiki: I know. I’m fully aware that my words are never enough. Or at least I’m trying. But right now, honestly, my hands are so full with the music I can’t pay attention to details. I’m sorry, Rikka.

Rikka: It can’t be helped. You owe me one.

Shiki: … I’m sorry I made you raise your voice.

Rikka: Good grief! Even though you do apologize so honestly to me.

Shiki: It’s his attitude what’s bad.

Rikka: You’re both the same. *laughs* The first time we met Tsubasa it was like this, too. Yelling at each other on the street. It happened not too long ago, but it already feels like something nostalgic… it’s mysterious.

Shiki: *chuckle*

Rikka: Well then, try not to be too late. If you fall ill, it won’t amount to anything.

Shiki: Yeah. Thank you.

Rikka!

Rikka: Oh, what?

Shiki: I’ll do something soon, so don’t worry and wait for me. Just…

Rikka: Just?

Shiki: I might ask something unreasonable again.

Rikka: Since we’re old friends, I’ll be nice and do it without taking any interests.

Shiki: *chuckle*

Rikka: I’m home!

Tsubasa: Geez, it’s his fault Rikka got angry at me. This is the worst.

Rikka: I’m not mad. I’m sorry I raised my voice earlier.

Tsubasa: Ah no, um… I’m sorry too.

Dai: Welcome home.

Rikka: Oh? I’m home, Dai. It’s rare to see you in the common room. Could it be… were you waiting for me?

Dai: More or less. Hey, Tsubasa.

Tsubasa: What.

Dai: What’s with that face. Are you still sulking? I heard you couldn’t finish your voice training.

Tsubasa: It’s not my fault!

Rikka: We know. None of you are at fault.

Dai: *sigh* Rikka, you don’t need to look after him.

Tsubasa: Dai-chan! It’s because he doesn’t- ouch!

Dai: How about you listen to this?

Tsubasa: What’s this? A CD?

Dai: This is from the time when Shiki was an idol. The last album they released.

Rikka: Ah, I’ve got that one too! Another person used to do the songs for them, but Shiki said he wanted to earnestly dedicate himself to music, so this is the first and last album where he composed all the songs, before he left the unit. It’s that, right?

Dai: Yeah.

Tsubasa: What’s that… I don’t need it!

Dai: Can you win against someone who you don’t know at all?

Tsubasa: I’m a genius!

Dai: Idiot. Just listen to it!

Tsubasa: Ouch! I’m hurt because of many reasons, so be a bit kinder, Dai-chan!!

Dai: Also, eat this.

Tsubasa: … Donuts?

Dai: You’re too on edge lately. Go eat something sweet and sleep.

Tsubasa: Eh, no way… Could it be that you… went to buy this alone? For me?

Dai: As if, idiot! It was while I was at it…

Tsubasa: But…! You always say you don’t want to go by yourself because it’s embarrassing!!

Dai: Shut up! I just wanted to eat them… Those are the leftovers.

Rikka: Dai’s… incredibly embarrassed…

Tsubasa: He’s really the cutest! *sigh* If only I could transplant 1% of that cuteness to that other guy…!

Rikka: It’ll be fine. Shiki’s thinking about this too. He’s possibly the one among us who’s thinking more about the future. It’s just… he’s short of words.

Tsubasa: I… know that.

Rikka: Yep, of course you know!

Tsubasa: … But… it’s still irritating.

Track 2 || Translation index || Track 4 

TL notes:

THERE IT IS. ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SCENES. Rikka raising his voice is so rare!!!! I love this scene so much... also because it’s an important turning point in Shiki and Tsubasa’s relationship, along with the next track!

Thanks for reading!!!