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[guuanfu-blog]

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[summahsunlight]

We Belong to the Stars, Ch.22

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 2623

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

Masterlist / Read on AO3

A/N: We earn that rating again in this chapter peeps ;) Likes and reblogs are always appreciated :)

Poe flexed the hand that had just landed a devastating punch to Jas Dane's face.  He'd known there was a reason why he didn't like the possessive look in Jas' eyes and when he saw Jas closing in on an unsuspecting Evelyn, Poe had moved from his spot on the beach towards her. Unfortunately, he hadn't been as quick as he'd like to have been, having to weave his way through the crowd of people. By the time he'd gotten to her, Jas had a death grip on her wrist... she was begging him to let go of her... and Poe had taken his shot, fueled by rage and perhaps by a lot of alcohol.

Jas glared at him, blood dripping from his nose.  It was clearly broken and if Evelyn was right about Jas' vanity, well, Poe knew that the spy wasn't going to be happy in the morning... he wasn't happy now as he clenched his fists and threatened that Poe was going to pay for punching him.

Instead of backing away, Poe stood his ground.  "Oh, I highly doubt that," he snarked as he threw his thumb over his shoulder at Black Squadron hovering just behind him.  "You see, you hurt one of us, you hurt all of us, Dane."

"So, you're going to take the coward's way out, Dameron, and hide behind your pilots."

"Actually, I'm not hiding behind them at all... I'm standing in front of them."

Poe just managed to get out of the way of Jas taking a swing at him; the spy landed the punch into his hip.  Cursing, Poe stumbled but held his hand up to stop Snap and Jess from going on the attack. He really didn't want to start a huge fight.  "Come on," he said to his squad, "let's go."  

Snap narrowed his eyes on Dane before turning to head back to their spot on the edge of the beach.  Jess followed behind him.  Poe found Evelyn's hand and gently led her away, figuring that this was the end of it--until Jas threw a derogatory slur at her that Poe had heard most often in the sleazy parts of the galaxy where women were treated like they were nothing.

Evelyn tried to hold him back, begged him to just forget it, but Poe couldn't let it go. Still holding onto her hand, as if he was trying to tell her that he wasn't about to get physical, Poe turned to glare at the spy.  "You wanna repeat that with the General present? Or would rather not let her know what you really think about her niece? Or just about women in general?"

Jas sized him up for a moment and the laughed, darkly. "Boy do they have you by the balls, Dameron. They're just women."

Poe clenched his jaw. He felt a hand on his shoulder, heard Snap tell him to let it go... but he couldn't let it go.  Leia had been someone he looked up to as a child, she had offered him comfort as a child when his mother had died... and Evelyn... she meant the galaxy to him... they weren't just women to him.. and while he was thinking about how to respond... Jas taunted him again, telling him to go off with his whore.

Snap let go of Poe and took a step back as the commander took Jas down with one swift kick.  In less than a second, the party atmosphere on the beach changed as the fight escalated, forcing people to scatter out the way so they couldn't get hurt. Poe was much more aggressive in this fight than he'd been at the cantina on Nar Shadda, and each blow he landed probably gave him too much satisfaction. No one was sure how long the altercation really lasted, until finally Kaleb and Iolo managed to get a hold of Poe and one of Major Ematt's ground troopers grabbed a hold of Jas.

"That's enough!" Kaleb yelled, throwing a glare at Snap. "Maybe it's time we all called it a night, Wexley."

"Sounds like a good idea," Snap affirmed, grabbing a hold of Poe and yanking him towards the path that would lead back to base.  "Start breaking everything down!"

Chatter struck up on the beach as the crowds dispersed and groups began to breakdown the makeshift tables and bar. Poe briefly made eye contact with Evelyn as Snap dragged him along, her eyes were filled with tears and he felt terrible... if he had just walked away and let it go...

Poe stumbled along the path with Snap.  This was not how he had imagined the night ending.  I definitely didn't picture Snap being the one to take me home...

Snap sighed, heavily. "Working with Dane is going to be a lot harder now."

“He was hurting her; she was begging him to let go,” Poe argued as Snap dragged him back to his quarters. “You saw that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah I saw,” Snap said as they moved down the corridors towards the officer’s quarters.

“And you heard what he called her, didn’t you? Disrespectful son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, I heard him Poe.  Why’d you think I let you go?”

Poe blinked. “Oh… I thought I broke free.”

Snap chuckled. “Dameron, you’re so intoxicated, I’m surprised you can stand let alone throw a punch. But it was because of Evie, so… wish you’d just tell her already.”

“Tell her what?” Poe asked, innocently.

“For kriff’s sake, Poe—that you love her,” Snap barked.

Poe didn't respond; any response he had would have been a lie... unless he told Snap the truth--that he had told Evelyn he loved her. "I just think... Force, Snap, she can do so much better than that son of a bitch."

Snap deposited Poe onto his bunk and placed his hands on his hips. "Listen, you weren't around when she was with Dane--a droid would be a step up from him."

"So if a droid is a step up, what would that make me, a prince?" Poe asked, a huge grin on his face.

"That maybe a little bit of a stretch," Snap countered. "But if we're comparing you to Dane--yeah, you're a prince, Dameron."

"My mother used to call me her little prince."

"Huh... wonder what she would think of her little prince now, having started not one, but two fights over the same woman."

Poe continued to grin and shrugged his shoulders. His mother had died when he was eight; everything he knew, remembered about her, suggested that she would have scolded her son publicly for the fighting, but would have pat him on the back in private for sticking up for someone he cared about. "I think she'd be proud of me."

Snap shook his head and threw some sleep clothes at the commander. "I'm not sure what your mother would have said, but I can imagine your dad wouldn't be too happy."

"My dad would have been right there in the thick of it with me if he knew what Dane called Evie," Poe replied. "She's like a daughter to him."

"Is that what you're going to say to the General?"

"What?"

Snap glared at him, slightly. "Come on, Poe. You know General Organa is going to hear about this.  What are you going to say to her?"

Poe sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "That I tried really hard not to hit him."

Before Snap could respond, there was a knock on the door.  Both pilots looked at one another, confused.  Who would be stopping by Poe's quarters this late at night?  Snap moved across the small room and slapped his hand on the keypad to open the door. His eyes shot up in surprise when he saw Evelyn. "Hey, Evie."

Evelyn took a little step back, just as surprised to see Snap as he was to see her. Timidly, her eyes flickered up to catch Poe's gaze from his bunk, and then she quickly looked away. "Hi... I just came... is Poe okay?"

"The prince?" Snap quipped with a little chuckle. "He's fine, drunk as hell, but fine."

"Hey!" Poe shouted from the bed, attempting to stand up. "I am not drunk!"

"Sure, your highness; you're totally sober."

"Oh, well, I wouldn't say I'm totally sober..."

Snap smiled and shook his head. "Good luck, Evie," he said, before stepping out of Poe's quarters. "See you two in the morning!"

Evelyn stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. She engaged the locking unit and looked at him, biting on her lower lip.  Poe suddenly realized she hadn't come here just to check up on him...his heart skipped several beats at this realization and slowly he got to his feet.

Poe took a step towards her, reaching out he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He let his fingers linger there, chocolate eyes drinking in the sight of her pretty face.  His other hand gripped her waist, drawing her in and then his lips brushed against hers… she felt fire spread across her skin as his soft lips caressed her own, enticing her to part hers, giving him full access to deepen their kiss.  

They broke apart only briefly to take a breath, and then his lips found hers again, tongues exploring each other’s mouth.   Her leg wrapped around his as the two desperately tried to get as close as possible… he was hard already, fully aroused by just her kiss... if he could have, he would have taken her standing right there in the middle of his room...

Hooking an arm underneath her legs, he easily lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bunk.  Gently, Poe laid her on top of the blankets before kicking his boots off and joining her.  Immediately his hands buried in her hair as he kissed her fervently. He chuckled against her lips when she pushed his jacket off. "You know... when I first arrived here... I remember someone telling me that we should take it slow..."

She couldn't resist playing with the one errant curl that fell across his forehead. Her eyes rested on his lips, slightly swollen from their kissing, and she let out a gentle breath. "We threw slow out the window on Scarif."

His lips quirked into a soft smile just before they pressed hers in a soft, languid kiss. "Actually, it was a tent we threw it out of... but semantics..."

Evelyn sighed as his lips brushed a kiss so soft on her neck that it felt more like a breath against her skin. She felt his stubble scrap against her jawline just before he captured her lips in another searing kiss. Maker, was he a good kisser. His hands gently explored her body, pushing the hem of her dress up to her stomach; her own hands got tangled up in his thick curls and at that moment she didn't care that she had spent all that time getting ready for the party.  

Poe pulled away from their kiss, softly biting her lower lip before he stood up. He moved across the room and went to dim the lights.  

"What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted to be romanced. I'm making it as romantic as possible with very little time to prepare."

Slowly, she got off the bunk and moved towards him, reaching behind her and unzipping her dress.  His brown eyes burned with lust as the dress fell from around her to the floor. He held his breath while she unbuttoned his shirt and then pushed it, gently off his shoulders.  Her palms ran down his toned chest while he shouldered his way out of the shirt, adding the garment to the dress already on the floor.

He wrapped an arm around her slim waist, drawing her to him, their bodies pressed tightly together.  The skin on skin contact caused both of them to hum in pleasure, adding to the pleasant buzz of alcohol. Poe slowly lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, wanting to savor every little swipe of her tongue against his.

It was during this languid kiss that she found the buckle of his belt.  He continued to kiss her while she worked his pants down over his hips and his obvious arousal.  Stepping out of them, Poe guided her back towards the bunk.  He sat down on it, gazing up at her with love and desire in his brown eyes as she stood above him, playing with his hair.  

Poe pressed soft, affectionate kisses to her stomach, gripping her waist.  Gently, he drew her towards him, her legs wrapping around him as he rolled her underneath him. His breath hitched, at how beautiful she looked in the low light, hair spread out over the pillow—the only thing she was wearing was her pendant.  “Gods, Evie, you’re so beautiful.” He softly kissed a trail down her jawline to the hollow of her neck, and then moving lower, gently taking one of her breasts into his mouth.

Evelyn smiled and sighed as his tongue and lips tugged and pulled at her nipple, her fingers lazily moving across his broad shoulders.  He knew just where to touch her, what to do to ultimately satisfy her.  A jolt of electricity shot through her body as his nose pushed her legs apart and his tongue grazed the inside of her thigh just before he pushed it inside of her. Everything became fuzzy as he worked her clit, as he sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body...

She was still coming down from her first organism when his hands slid down the sides of her body and he thrust inside of her.  He let out a soft moan, his breath hot and moist against her neck.  And then his lips began to kiss her lips, she could taste herself on them, and he rocked his hips forward in a steady motion. Their bodies moved together, instantly working together to find their rhythm; their emotional connection to one another made their physical connection much more intense than any other they had with another lover. It didn't start out fast or urgent, it was passionate, intimate, with a feeling of tenderness.  The more entangled they got, the more urgent their movements. Her fingers dug slightly into his toned back, a pleasurable sigh escaping her lips as the cool metal from his dog tags brushed against her shoulder, moving with their efforts.

He wanted to make it last as long as possible, but already he could feel his body rebeling against his wishes as his the pace of his thrusts incased.  Both of them were taking gasping breathes now as their bodies crashed together over and over.

“I love you, Evelyn,” he whispered, feeling himself nearing his breaking point.

“I…I love you too,” she cried, softly.

This admission sent both soaring over the edge.  He collapsed next to her, struggling to catch his breath.  Carefully, he wrapped her into his arms and kissed her forehead, tasting the thin layer of sweat… For a moment all they did was lay there, listening to the rapid beats of their hearts, their heavy breathing, and then Poe chuckled. "And Snap bet that we were going to take things slow."

She laughed, hoarsely, and planted a kiss on his shoulder blade.  Nuzzling his chest, Evelyn sighed, "We could always tell him nothing happened."

He gently cupped the back of her head and raised her lips to his. "Now, see that would be a lie, sweetheart," Poe said, deepening their kiss, "because it's going to happen--again--and it's going to happen again, tonight."

[writing-radionoises]

getting better

ship: background kamukoma

genre: hurt/comfort

prompt: monaca teaches izuru a thing or two

notes: fuck you i love monaca

also inspired by an adventure time quote

written at like 10 pm

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Izuru's talents are sometimes more hurtful than helpful.

For example, when the anniversary of his first meeting with Junko comes around, no matter how hard he tries to forget, he always remembers.

He is like a living calendar, unconsciously keeping track of every day and every hour of his life like a machine. 

This function of his brain has yet to prove any use other than pain to Izuru.

And Monaca knows that well, even after only spending a few months with her new father.

Memories are nothing but pain for Izuru Kamukura.

And she could probably say the same for herself, had it not been for one good person in her life to turn it all around.

Which is why she is absolutely determined now to comfort Izuru, despite having no idea how to do such a thing. Monaca's experience with comfort is very limited, but she was going to try.

Izuru was crying in the living room, curled up in a chair with his long tangled locks seemingly masking his body from sight. He was not a loud crier, but sniffles and sobs did escape him at times. 

He was likely containing them due to the trauma Junko had once subjected him to for such an act.

Monaca hesitantly wheeled over to the chair Izuru was sat in, the wheels creaking and begging to be oiled and replaced. The noise caused the shaking one to lift his head up, moving hair out of his face to see.

Izuru was not a pretty crier, that was the conclusion Monaca made. His eyes were red and puffy, nose running and drool spilling out of his mouth. His entire face was wet like he was trying to rub away a waterfall pouring down his face.

Monaca leaned in, her hands resting on her knees as she felt parts of her back shift and pop from such a movement.

Maybe more physical therapy.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Monaca asked, the words falling out of her mouth easily, "The memories?"

Izuru nodded, wiping away his tears with the lower palm of his hand before Monaca fished out a mini box of tissues from her medical bag, handing them to Izuru.

"Talk to Monaca about it?" She asked, leaning back in her chair with a smile as he tried to adjust back to normal.

"Feelings… are stupid," he started, his voice deadpan, but the aftermath of sobbing still lingering within it, "I could've stopped this whole thing somehow, I'm sure of it. No one would've gone through any pain, Nagito wouldn't of hurt himself, and you wouldn't of been paralyzed, and, and, and Hajime-"

"Slow down," she reminded gently.

Kamukura took a breath, his nails digging into his pant leg before continuing, "I was a coward. I was scared of a teenage girl, younger than Hajime. All she did was hit my head against the wall at first, but she still had me wrapped around her pinkie finger like a ring too small. And now, everyone gets to suffer. It's all my fault…"

There's a silence between Monaca and Izuru as Izuru glanced away, placing his chewable in his mouth.

"Kamukura-kun is always trying to protect everyone," started the girl, using her hands to talk, "Hajime, Monaca, Nagito, even people he doesn't even know. He thinks it's his purpose, right?"

Kamukura nodded, pulling his knees closer into his chest. It is true, protecting people was always what he did, even at the sacrifice of himself. Protecting was what he was good at.

"But we are going to get hurt sometimes, no matter how hard Kamukura-kun tries," Monaca continued, "People get hurt! Memories hurt! Regrets hurt! Lots of things hurt, but it makes us who we are, right? Was Izuru anyone before he was hurt?"

He hesitantly nodded a no. Izuru was truly non-existent until Hajime was hurt. Only then was he created. But what Monaca was saying was less literal.

Izuru knew he really didn't have a personality until after Junko stopped hurting him physically. It was his transition, his change.

Maybe even his first step back into hope.

"Kamukura-kun is someone now though, right? He's Nagito's husband, Monaca's dad, Chiaki's best friend, and so on. Kamukura-kun couldn't of saved any of these people, but does he think they're mad about it?" She said, running her hands through her seafoam green locks, "No, probably not. The voice that tells him it's all his fault? That's Big Sis Junko's, and she's not here with us anymore, so Kamukura-kun doesn't need to listen to it, okay?"

There's a long silence before Izuru removed the stim toy from his mouth and his feet hit the floor, back and posture straightening as he looked at Monaca and nodded.

"You are right, I appreciate your pep talk. It appears you do take after Nagito quite a bit. You have reminded me of things and coping mechanisms I had long forgotten…" he hummed it reply, standing up and stretching before gently ruffling Monaca's hair, "Now, I must brush my hair and put it up, but I will bake something for you today, okay?"

Monaca smiled, nodding happily, "Yay! Can Monaca help?"

"Of course," Izuru responded, picking up Monaca out of her wheelchair and holding her bridal style, "Let's change your bandages while we're at it."

He takes her with him into the bathroom, setting her on the counter as Izuru brushed his hair, and Monaca braided it. The bloody bandages on her legs were changed, and they moved into the kitchen to make a cake.

Monaca is getting better.

And Izuru is, too.

[soaringlanddormitory]

Once again, I wasn’t able to draw but it was because of how one of my fingers hurt... But I did write a bit!! One of my friends wanted to red something about the children of Masae and Kuga, so I decided to write something!! It has some small angst here and there though!! Under the cut because it’s long!!

An older teenager faced the girl who was still in middle school, a crooked grin plastered on his face. "Hey there, little Kuga." The tone in his voice was filled with mockery, and the girl stepped backward when she heard the man speak. Why did this usually happen when her two brothers away? The answer is that they were afraid of her them.

Kazuo, the oldest sibling, is the Second Seat of the whole school. He was nowhere near perfect, but people do see him as a superior figure. His cool-head and even his personality always gave the vibe of a Chinese emperor. He knew what words to say, he even had a stance that showed strength. He was a known sadist when he snapped- but not a lot of people were able to achieve that yet. Another thing was he was greatly feared because of how fierce he was when he cooked. He would be completely focused on his own craft, and his eyes were always filled with determination. No matter what dish he made last, he always found a way to improve it. He strove so hard to achieve his seat, even beating Takara Tsukasa in a shokugeki twice already. He had burning passion and he would compete with anyone to reach his goals.

The second child of the Kuga family is Takashi. One of the most well-known students of Totsuki because of his alluring personality who never found it hard to talk with anyone. He freely talked to all his underclassmen, and there were several who saw him as an inspiration. He had an outgoing personality, and he would playfully tease people at times. He was a happy-go-lucky kind of person who never hesitated to try and befriend anybody. Once you get to talk to him, it's not hard to get attached. In cooking, he would usually be seen with a serious face and he gets a bitter taste in his mouth when he's defeated. He was also known as one of the students who saved Research Societies that his underclassmen treasure, so he doesn't accept defeat for the sole reason that he has his pride, and he greatly cared for the younger generations.

A known "Chinese Emperor" and a "Demigod" were respectable titles- not to mention but they were both in the Elite Ten.

She can't reach that level. She could never! She was always belittled because everyone claimed that she wouldn't be able to be as "great" as her brothers. People often said she was a disappointment compared to her siblings. It ran through her head, and it was a broken record that would always repeat. What could she do if they're right?

"Little Kuga." The older man placed his hand on her head and she clenched her fists. She could push him off if she wanted to, but her hands were too busy trembling. "Damn! I didn't say a word yet, and you're already scared? You really are the weakling in your family. Your father graduated as the Third Seat, your mother wasn't a part of it- but she certainly was one of the better cooks. People did claim that if she cooked with her cooking partner, the food they would make will go beyond what you could expect from a usual Totsuki student. While you're here with your simple chocolate and your pathetic sriracha lime chicken." He pulled on her hair slightly before moving her head around. "You're not that special, what made you stay in Totsuki?"

Those words hurt her a lot because she believed they were all true. Her whole family was well known, and there are some people in her school who didn't even know her first name. She felt her throat getting dry and her eyes started to become watery. She isn't supposed to cry! Crying always made someone look weaker... did she not look frail enough?!

"I-I..." She tried speaking up but she began choking on her own words before they turned into mumbles. "I... I don't know how I stayed..." She finally said those words and the man released her hair. A random fit of laughs was heard inside the gym as tears started to run down the girl's cheeks. "I... don't belong here."

"God, you actually admitted it! Damn, about time you accepted the truth!" He crossed his arms. "It makes me want to hear your words again. Now, little one, why not say it again? It was a pleasure hearing those words coming from that mouth of yours."

"... I'm sorry."

"Huh? Those weren't the words that came out just a moment ago."

"I'm sorry for being a bother. I'm sorry for being in your presence. I'm sorry for being in front of you. I'm sorry for wasting your time for existing..." She was speaking so fast that the person in front of her could hardly understand her. It didn't help that she began covering her face. Her words became a jumbled mess and hiccups were in between.

"I told you to repeat the "I don't belong here" part! I didn't ask you to become victim, now did I?"

The whole gym went into silence as someone stepped inside. His blonde hair was tied and his reddish brown eyes were filled with anger.

"If I may ask, what's going on in here?" He sounded rather calm, and this was the complete opposite with what can be seen on his face. "I don't remember that the gym was a suggested place to bully someone." He took steps closer and the girl turned around before seeing one of the people who she wanted to be with the most at the moment.

"Ah shit. Kuga senpai."

"Not the only Kuga senpai here~! Nope, nope, nope~!" Another blonde entered the gym, but his voice sounded completely pissed even if he had the warmest look on his face. "But I do prefer if you call me by Takashi! At least most of the time! But for now- please call me your enemy, Ku-kun." The expression on his face suddenly got dark.

"Zuzu... Taka..." The girl softly mumbled their nicknames and at that instant, Takashi scooted to her before giving her a hug.

"My poor little sister! Look at you, if dad were to see you like this, he'd kill everyone in this room then himself." Takashi wiped her tears with his sleeves. "... Unless Big Brother Bear decides to do the job for him." He pulled her to his chest. "Now, now! Little sister! I think you should cover your ears as I hide your face. This won't be pretty."

"But-"

"No buts, lil' sis! It's for the best." Takashi began ruffling her hair with one of his hands and his sister did what he said. "There we go~! Good girl." He gave a thumbs up with the same hand to give a signal to his older brother. "Do what ya want, Big Brother Bear!"

"I'd greatly appreciate it if you call me like every other student for now. It breaks the supposedly cold atmosphere, Takashi." The oldest person in the gym started to speak up again before fixing his Totsuki uniform slightly. He faced the person who started the scene. "Kuro Yamada, now was it?"

"... Yes."

"Do NOT break eye contact with me when you're talking to me, Yamada." He took a step closer, and this caused the whole gym to watch the scenario that was about to happen. "You're lucky that we're inside school premises, I would have ripped your mouth from your body with my bare hands." He hissed and this made the person he was talking to turn white. "Such a cowardly man we have here. Talking as if you're one of the greatest students of Totsuki, even if it is a known fact that one more failure will get you expelled."

"..."

"Now you can't even breathe properly? I haven't slit your lungs open." He rolled his eyes before he took a grasp of the shirt of Yamada to pull him down. " You're so damn lucky that I was having an overall good day until I heard your insults from outside the gym. Talking so loudly even if your grades speak louder than whatever shit you may say. Isn't that unfortunate? Claiming someone is not good enough will not help you your goal, or make you seem better than you actually are. In reality, in other people's eyes- you may look like a goddamn bitch who makes girls cry."

"Look-"

"Look at what? All I see is a fucking coward who shouldn't have done what he did. And if were to speak, use a bullshit explanation to try and regain his pride." Kazuo exhaled loudly before calming himself down a bit. "Now, this is simple. A yes or no question. Do you believe you can defeat my sister in a shokugeki? Without any cheats or any biases?"

Yamada hesitated to answer. He silently nodded his head. He personally believed that he could and Kazuo raised an eyebrow.

"Sure, I may accept that you believe in yourself. But a small trivia about life, if I may say. Confidence is different from being cocky." Kazuo pushed him down, and it was enough force to bring him to his knees. "My sister has never failed a class in her entire life. While you, in middle school, has failed 10 subjects. My sister has won every shokugeki she has faced so far for her club. And you? You have only won 6 out of your 14 matches against different people. Added-"

"Shut up, Kuga Senpai!" The second year spat before Kazuo closed his mouth, waiting for him to speak.

"I shall. Now, you have time to speak." Despite being filled with anger, he still allowed the other person to speak.

"You wouldn't understand! You never shit talk someone because you don't need to. You don't need to make yourself high unlike the rest. You're already one of the greatest, and you don't need to feel reassurance about what place you're in!"

"Your explanation is horrible. You don't need to talk shit to feel better."

"Senpai, listen." Yamada stood up on his own two feet again and Kazuo decided to let him do as he pleased. "I bet everyone in the gym feels the same. You're just like this because you've never experienced failure."

Takashi was about to open his mouth. He was actually losing his head just hearing the conversation, but he knew he had to focus on his sister. His older brother can do this himself. His sister was calm, but she decided to stay on him even if she stopped crying. She might have thought that it was best to not see their oldest brother. Since Takashi warned her not to look or hear what he was about to say.

"... I've never experienced failure?" He closed his eyes calmly before showing a disgusted look. "Do you even know who I am? Who are you to say that?" Kazuo didn't like the assumption that his junior made. "I have lost to Takara several times, and I did my best in each time I did. I only won twice. That's failure to me. It makes me wonder if I even improved from my last shokugeki with her."

"That's easy to get over with! It's not surprising if anyone loses to the first seat."

"Let me finish. Have I even told you how much of a failure I am when it comes to being an older brother?"

Yamada bit his lips, he never thought of the chance of him bringing that up... No one really saw Kazuo as that. "Why the hell would you say that?"

"You can't see it? My only sister believed in your fucking lies. That showed that I don't encourage her enough. She actually cried because of the shitty false claims you have of her. It is my failure in protecting her. My sister believes she's weak and fragile, she fucking believes that she's not good enough- and I did not do anything about it. If I said better words, if I told her that she was much better than she is more than I usually do- I could have made her proud of herself. The thing is- I didn't. I'm a failure as an older brother. Failing my sister... Do you know how much that fucking hurts me?"

Currently, the oldest male actually had some cracks on his voice, his face turned to an upset expression before he looked down for a short moment. "Went too personal. I apologize. But I swear to all the gods above us, if you dare hurt her again- Maybe I won't be gentle, Yamada." He clapped his hands twice, a habit of his every time he was finished talking. "Dismissed, please go back to your usual routine. Takashi, Manami, we're leaving."

Takashi released Manami, but now his face looked rather sad and this made Manami worry. Out of instinct, she decided to squish his cheeks. "Taka?"

He snapped back to a smile when his name was called by his sister. "Er... No need to worry about me, my dearest little sister! I think you should squish Big Brother Bear instead!" He cocks a grin and Manami ended up rushing to Kazuo, squishing his cheeks instead.

"You... You don't need to do that... But are you feeling better now? Are you still hurt?" Kazuo ended up fixing some hair strands of Manami, and she began thinking a bit before snapping her finger.

"Better! Not so much... I mean, I'm still affected, but since Zuzu and Taka were there... I think I'm fixing myself up!"

A smile grew on Kazuo's face before he placed his hands in his pockets. "I see. That's good then. Let's make you happier, shall we?"

Takashi pushed the two away from each other to be in the middle. "I have a suggestion! McDonalds! Of course, if Manami wants it!"

"McDonalds!"

"Heh. McDonalds it is then. Don't tell dad."

“Kazuo, you’re such a great brother!” Kazuo slapped the back of Kazuo and this made him jump up a bit. “Much better than you think you are. Now quit being all sulky and never say those words again!”

“What did Zuzu say when you told me not to listen-?”

“Oh oops~! It slipped! Sorry, sorry, Big Brother Bear~! Or may shall we say, BBB.”

“... Takashi, please just call me Big Brother.”

“No way. It’s more fun this way! Now, are we also going to get a happy meal toy?

“Takashi... you’re turning 17.”

“So what?”

“You... Nevermind. Forget it.”

“Bold of you to assume I want it for myself! I want to give it to Su-chan!”

“Thank you for telling me. I would have called you a 5 year old.”

“Isn’t Taka 3 years old though?”

“Wah! How rude! I’m your older brother, Manami!!”

“Oh no!! Taka is using my first name!”

The moment the three of them went out the gym, it felt a bit heavy. Yamada actually felt the guilt rushing in after he realized what he has done and what Kazuo ended up saying. The other people could only stare as the three siblings, mostly in worry or confusion.

The Kuga siblings had an unbreakable bond, but each of them had their own personal problem. That's the only thing they can completely confirm.

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Omelets & Mom-advice/some NaruKiba fluff for birthday-boy Endo

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“So you’re saying - roll your eyes all you want, kiddo, but obviously someone is missing something here and I’m not gonna let it be me - Kiba is leaving you - fine, moving out - because you’re too gay for him.”

Mothers were supposed to be sympathetic. This is why I get Dad’s help with this sorta thing, Naruto lamented, dehydrated brain aching with the effort. But dad was testifying before Congress about AI drones, and Mom was not sympathetic. She had already chalked everything up to his own stupidity, he could tell, and he couldn’t even bring himself to disagree with her.

“What other reason could there be?”

Wow. That came out 100% whiny. He sounded almost as pathetic as he felt.

“A reason that makes sense,” Kushina said flatly. “One that isn’t entirely against everything Kiba stands for. It’s not like he wasn’t blatantly exposed to your sexuality before he moved in with you. He put up with more than enough PDA from you and Sasuke - ”

“We’re not talking about Sasuke, Mom - ” Naruto said loudly, then grabbed his ears and whimpered.

“I like talking about Sasuke,” Kushina grumped. “I’m gonna have to take up watching soaps if you’re well and truly over him. The melodrama! The mood swings! The plotting sessions with Mikoto! The time I doused him with the garden hose - Tachi-kun’s constipated face -”

Naruto smothered himself with his pillow. “You love laughing at Sasuke more than you love me.”

“Mm. Close call, but not quite. Now, reasons. What reasons did Kiba give? And I’m talking what he actually said, not what you decided it meant. I can’t imagine Kiba being all ‘ew gross, too gay’—”

“He didn’t,” Naruto said, miserable. "He just–just stood there, with the kitchen table between us, and smiled a smile that made him look sick, and said he’d decided to move out. No reason.“

"And?”

“And I said ‘what the hell, you’re not serious’ but no, he was serious, and I, uh, maybe freaked out just a tiny bit okay? Because we worked so hard to make this place a comfortable shithole even if it’s still a shithole -”

“It is a shithole, but isn’t that why the landlord didn’t care about the dog? What’s he going to do with the puppydog?”

“- Exactly! So I said these things to him, and asked him about Akamaru, and he looked terrible but just said this fake-okay ‘I’ll get something worked out’ and I was like ‘I don’t want to abandon this place - where did I mess up, I’ll take out the trash right away and close the door all the way when I poop - ’”

“What?! I broke you of that habit in third grade!”

“And you know what he said? ‘I don’t want to be an asshole and leave you without someone to split the rent, so I’ve started looking for roommates - How would I feel about living with Hinata?’”

“Oh. Ohhh-no. You can’t do that to Hinata, Naruto. You walk around with your shirt off. You sleep naked. She may know you’re gay, but a girl’s got limits. If she jumps my baby boy—”

“Mom! But yeah, actually I said something like that to him, and he gets all pale and so I start blabbering that of COURSE I’d never come on to Hinata, I mean I know that she’s like a sister to him, but she’s like eight thousand percent safe from me because I’m at least eight thousand percent gay and—”

“AND?”

“And he says something like—I think he said ‘That’s the problem’? and, like, twelve ’sorries’ and then he…he left. Just. Gone.”

“That’s - that’s it? He didn’t say anything else? You’re sure he didn’t say anything else?”

Naruto pushed his phone towards her, open to texts from Kiba explaining that he’d come to get all of his shit so someone else could move in.

Tomorrow. Which was today.

Kushina read through them, then started scrolling through older texts messages, brows arcing in mischievous curiosity.

Naruto snatched his phone back. And promptly collapsed into his pillow, mumbling curses.

“Aw, poor hungover frat baby,” Kushina crooned, still not even pretending to be sympathetic. “No, I’m not letting you go back to sleep. Up you go. Into the shower. I brought everything for omelets. Heaven knows I wouldn’t find anything of edible worth in your fridge…”

It was hard to be annoyed about one’s (entirely unsympathetic) mother when she drove two hours to fix one’s woes with omelets.

Naruto headed to the shower.

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“Okay, I’m beginning to see why you spent most of the night drunk-texting your dad. I’ve thought of everything you would have done that would make Kiba not want to live with you but ALSO not tell you why he won’t live with you. It looks like this.” Kushina smacked a clean plate down in front of her son. "Empty. Zero. Nada. Here’s your omelet.” Piping hot barely-browned eggs folded neatly around melting pepper-jack cheese and Italian sausage and three kinds of peppers (but no slimy mushrooms because Naruto refused to appreciate edible fungi as anything other than ew gross ) flipped from pan to plate, and Naruto couldn’t help but feel a little hope bubbling up.

“I guess I’ll try talking to him again. It’s just… Last night, he, he looked so - not disgusted? Uncomfortable. Really really uncomfortable. Stayed on the other side of the room the entire time, like he was afraid I might reach out and grab him with my eight-thousand-percent-gay hands–”

“I’m really not buying the gay stuff, Naruto. What makes you think that’s what this is about? I may not know him as well as some of your other friends, but he asked you to move in with him when Sasuke spending the night was still something that happened sometimes - goodness, when are you going to accept that I know these things? You tell your dad everything and he tells me everything. Stop choking and drink your orange juice - but you won’t convince me that boy’s not marshmallow pie personified. He laughed all three times I pranked him.”

She chopped a quarter-onion while saying all of this, and set it sizzling in the pan, then set about decimating another pepper. A peek sneaked over one shoulder showed her boy’s dejection setting in again. And not even halfway through the first omelet. Mercy. Where’s Minato when you need him?

“I did something,” Naruto mumbled, shoulders hunching in. “Like… Not one thing. We started out so great, getting this place all fixed up, and we screwed up almost all the DIY shit we googled the first couple times around but Kiba never got mad and -”

Oooh. Something big is coming. “Aaaand?”

“He’s - he’s hot, okay?! He’d be, like, soaked from a pipe we didn’t get in quite right, or, or laughing at cat fail videos with Akamaru and I just -”

“Yeeeeees?”

“I stared. I stared, okay?!”

Kushina tried so hard not to laugh. Poor Naruto’s cheeks were so red. He was more of a man than a boy now, she had to admit, twenty-one years old and coming up on his last year of undergrad. In so many ways, though, he exactly mirrored the bashful five-year-old kept in memory right in the middle of her heart, bright-eyed and blushing, bursting with the confounding thrill of a first crush. “You like him. Like-like him.”

Naruto made an impressive try at hiding his entire head with his arms. She barely made out the reply that came, but felt their ache echoing in her own belly, just a bit. “How I could not? He’s - he’s - Kiba - he - he’s so -”

“Strong? Loyal? Manly? Adorable as his pure and perfect puppy?”

“Ugh. Yes.”

“…Are you sure he’s not gay?”

“Yes - I mean, we haven’t really talked ‘bout that but - I mean, he said something like ‘attractive people are just plain attractive’ one time but - anyway it doesn’t matter, he obviously doesn’t want to be gay with me—”

“Why not?”

“Because he WOULD BE ALREADY, wouldn’t he? Or at least he wouldn’t have move out of the house when I couldn’t stop my stupid eyes from looking at him way too much—”

“Kiss him,” said Kushina.

“What?! NO! MOM! As if I haven’t wrecked the friendship enough!!”

“Well, that’s my advice. I’m not going to repeat it. Finish your omelet, buster.”

A second omelet, this one with onions and mushrooms, appeared on the table. Naruto wouldn’t eat it. She would, rather than let it be wasted, but if her hunch was right—

Inuzuka Kiba crashed through the door. He looked sweaty and anguished and had obviously spent most of the night running, both figuratively and literally, but he also looked very, very determined.

Ten points for timing! Kushina cheered to herself, carefully turning off the stove.

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“I’m sorry,” Kiba was saying, and Naruto still had a forkful of omelet halfway to his mouth, staring again. Kiba smelled like sweat and dirt and sharp morning air and he looked so serious and Akamaru was nuzzling his elbow, bless that puppy, now Naruto could breathe again—

“I keep screwing everything up,” said Kiba, “and I’m sorry. But I’m no coward. I’m gonna tell you what I need to tell you and then I’ll get all of my shit out of your way.”

He was still moving out. Naruto’s hopes hit rock bottom.

“Every time I get too close, I want to kiss you.”

He couldn’t keep living here. Not in this 120-year-old shithole tiny-ass house they found that was affordable and close to campus and allowed pets and thanks to them had a working shower and a roof that didn’t leak anymore—what?

“It’s not new, okay? I’ve felt this way since—since freshman year, at least—and I know how you are about Sasuke, I know I’ll never compete. But I screwed up, okay? I thought if I moved in with you—if I found out about all the stupid annoying gross stuff you do when you’re at home, I’d get over this glowing image I had of you. But it didn’t work, okay? It didn’t work. I’ve seen you pick your nose and be idiotic about avoiding vegetables and barely survived you stinking this place to hell when you had that disgusting stomach bug and I know for a fact that you’ve only washed your sheets twice this semester and I love you more. And I can’t. I can’t, Naruto. I just—I’ll always be your friend, I’m here if you really need someone, you know that, but—”

“She was right,” Naruto said, wonder exploding a tiny firework jubilee somewhere in his chest. “Wow. I can’t believe—”

“What, who? Did Tenten tell you? She swore—”

“Kiss me.” He’d made it to his feet. The happiness was going to shake him to bits. He had to find some kind of words quick or he’d be too shattered to make words at all. “Kiba. You’re—I’m—here—”

Kissing Kiba was like bursting into summer. Like the shocking relief of plunging into cool water, like running as fast as you can for the joy of it, like feeling the sun leak into your pores, seeping warm and healing to the very center of your shoulder bones.

“Don’t move out,” Naruto begged lowly, holding on just in case Kiba felt like running again.

“I…don’t think I have to? If I can really just—kiss you and—”

“Let’s try, yeah? At least until summer—”

“Okay,” said Kiba, shellshocked. Beginning, big and free and amazed, to grin.

“You can marry him, too,” Kushina said, and laughed wickedly when Kiba started, whipped around to notice her presence in the room for the very first time, and promptly panicked. “Sit down. I made you an omelet. And I’ll make one for you, too, Akamaru, you sweet doggo you!”

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The End!

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Happy happy birthday, Endo, you wonderful person you!!