#GENUINELY FORGIVE ME I FUCKED UP THE JAPANESE
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qcoded · 2 days ago
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I'm not really sure if rewrite Sonic is "loving big brother" material 🥲
extra doodle... aint they cute?
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thebunnednun · 1 month ago
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You're my Coffee [Chapter 3]
Shouta Aizawa x Pro hero/Teacher! Reader
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After receiving a distressing call from a Japanese hospital, you learn your friend Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) has briefly awoken from her coma and is desperately screaming for you.
She makes a final request: take care of her students if she doesn't survive.
Chapter summary: Rumi helps to 'encourage' your quirk during P.E. which lands you in some hot water- and in the teachers lounge. It does grant you an excuse to relay everything you've picked up about the students, including a certain green eyed young man that knows your secret....
...Whos note passing get's you an all expenses paid trip to see Aizawa after class.
Chapter 3: Detention
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Stepping out of the side doors, you saw the boys already assembled, waiting in the courtyard. Aizawa stood there, arms crossed, his expression as unamused as ever. The air around him seemed to carry an unspoken authority, and the students quickly fell silent as they noticed his presence.
"Alright, everyone," Aizawa called out, his voice commanding the attention of the entire group. "You were all almost late. Next time, tardiness will result in suspension." A few students snickered nervously, but most nodded, understanding the gravity of his warning. There was no room for leniency here, and the message was clear.
As Aizawa began to go over the rules and expectations for the upcoming tests, your eyes wandered, catching sight of Rumi and Taishiro standing by the bleachers. Both heroes held clipboards, their gazes sharp as they observed the students. It was clear they were here to evaluate the performances and ensure everything ran smoothly. 
‘Who the fuck is staring at me like that?’
While you tried to focus on Aizawa's instructions, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing around, your eyes landed on the green-haired boy from the mall—Izuku, if you remembered correctly. He was staring at you from a few feet away, his wide eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and nervousness. 
You glanced down at the robotic prosthetics of his arms and then back up towards his face. The moment your eyes met, his face flushed bright red, and he quickly averted his gaze, looking more embarrassed than before.
Before you could approach him to ease his nerves, Iida stepped in front of you, his posture stiff and formal, as always. "Excuse me," he began, his tone sincere and a bit rushed, as if he'd been rehearsing this in his head. 
"I wanted to apologize for earlier. It wasn't my intention to make you feel out of place. I hope you can forgive me, and we can start fresh." He extended his hand toward you, the gesture as earnest as the look in his eyes.
His energy was soo nervous, but genuine! ‘Okay, I’ll bite.’
You smiled, appreciating his genuine effort to make amends. "Of course, no hard feelings. Let's start fresh." You took his hand, giving it a firm shake. Typically you hated touching hands, it messed with your energy. But he was trying and you weren’t going to fault him for that. 
It also let you see that his energy was stretching out around his body, trying to hold onto others before whipping away and reaching towards something in the distance, or maybe someone you couldn’t see. 
Iida's shoulders visibly relaxed, and he nodded with a small smile of relief. "Thank you. Now, let's get ready for the tests. Everyone, line up!"
As you took your place in line, you couldn't shake the feeling of being under scrutiny. It was weird, being tested again like you didn’t serve your time. Oh well. 
Aizawa directed everyone to their starting positions, his voice cutting through the morning air with sharp precision. "First test: the 50-meter dash. Use your quirks to complete the dash as quickly as possible. One by one, step forward when your name is called."
Mina was the first to go, sliding forward with her Acid Slide, her movements quick and fluid. Next, a boy with electric yellow hair—Denki, you recalled—zipped through with a burst of speed, his quirk crackling around him like lightning. The half and half boy followed, using a combination of ice and fire to propel himself forward, leaving a trail of frost and steam in his wake. The variety of quirks was astounding, each student displaying incredible skill and creativity.
When it was your turn, you took a deep breath and focused, the energy of your quirk pulsing just beneath your skin. You could feel the positive emotions swirling within you, ready to be unleashed. With a burst of speed, you took off, the ground blurring beneath your feet as you propelled yourself forward with a trail of energy.
‘Not too much and not too little.’
As you crossed the finish line, you could see Izuku glancing at you again, his curiosity still evident despite his attempts to be discreet. Each time your eyes met, he quickly looked away, the blush creeping back up his round freckled cheeks. You couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.
During a brief break, you noticed the red-haired boy with sharp teeth waving enthusiastically at Taishiro. Taishiro waved back with a smile, clearly well-liked by the students. The camaraderie among the students was evident, their interactions adding a layer of warmth to the supportive atmosphere.
"Hey," a voice called out. You turned to see a wild Pickahu approaching, a friendly grin on his face. "The names Denki Kaminari. I just wanted to say welcome and that you were really fast on the track. That was cool!"
"Thanks," you replied, smiling back. "You did great too."
Denki chuckled, but you noticed he seemed a little tired, almost swaying on his feet. "You good?" you asked, placing a hand on his arm to steady him.
"Oh yeah, my bad. I was playing video games last night with my buddy Sero. You should totally join us sometime!" He looked like he was trying to keep his energy up more for your benefit than his own. 
Before you could respond, another voice cut in. "Oh yeah," you turned to see Jirou standing there, her eyebrows raised. "Are you moved into the dorms yet? We didn't see or hear of you until now. Kinda strange."
You began to notice some of the other students listening in or stepping up to join the conversation, curiosity evident on their faces. "Uh, yeah, I guess it is kind of strange," you said, trying to keep up the charade. "I just got here yesterday, so I'm still settling in." 
‘Not a complete lie.’
Mina, who had been listening, piped up, "Well, we're glad to have you! You fit right in." You could make out her features a bit more now that her hair was tied back into a mini pony tail. How her eyes were both so bright and dark was beyond you, but she was as unique as Mimi described. No wonder she wanted her as a sidekick. 
Just as the conversation was getting more lively, Aizawa's voice called everyone back to attention. The testing would resume, and you could sense the kids' determination filling the air. You’d give them this: These kids had what it took to be heroes. Not just physically but you could tell their hearts were in it too. 
Now you just needed to know where their minds were at.
As the group began to disperse after the initial round of tests, Aizawa called out, "Alright, everyone, we will now proceed with individual testing. I'll call you up one by one." The students nodded, the atmosphere filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. 
You also couldn't shake the feeling of Izuku's occasional glances. His curiosity was apparent, but he kept his distance, perhaps uncertain about how to approach you. You kinda wanted to squish his cheeks and shake him a little. Just enough for him to function like a human. 
You watched as Aizawa started calling names, students stepping forward for their turn. As you waited, some of the boys from the class began to drift over, curiosity evident on their faces.
"Hey," said a boy with spiky red hair and sharp teeth. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima. Nice to meet you!" He extended his hand with a wide grin. "Nice to meet you too," you replied, shaking his hand.
‘No sleep and low energy. Also is he a natural red or are those black roots normal?...’
Another boy with messy black hair and a confident smile stepped up next to him. "Yo, I'm Sero Hanata," he introduced himself with a casual wave.
As more boys gathered around, a voice called out, "Hey, wait a minute!" It was Mina, her arms were thrown up in the air, making her pink skin stand out even more in the sun. "We still don't know your name!"
"Yeah," Iida added, adjusting his glasses. "Proper introductions are important."
You felt a bit flustered, realizing you hadn't properly introduced yourself yet. 
"Oh, right! I'm….uhh." 
You didn’t see the problem in being honest about that. I mean, the kids don’t even call the teacher ‘Eraserhead’ unless they wanted to be an ass, that is. But you weren’t sure if they had been informed of your name at least and you didn’t know if you should give them your ‘last name’.
“Uhh?”
“I believe it’s pronounced ‘Uhhh,’” Sero teased with a playful grin.
“Just Uhh is fine,” you responded, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Uhh?" Kirishima repeated with enthusiasm, slamming a fist into his chest. "That's pretty manly!" He puffed out his chest proudly.
"Definitely suits you," Denki added with a nod, a grin on his face.
As the conversation continued, more questions came your way. "So, where are you from, Uhh?" Sero asked, tying his hair into a short ponytail.
"Out of country," you replied, sticking to your cover story. There was an intense heat behind you and you could feel the distrust and annoyance radiating off someone. Turning around, you were met with the kid who was on his phone earlier. 
"What's your quirk?" the ash blonde demanded, his intense gaze fixed on you, leaving little room for evasion.
Before you could answer, another voice cut in. "Hey, don't feel pressured to tell Bakugou," Toru, the invisible girl, chimed in from somewhere nearby, defending you. "He’s always wound tight."
“ I AM NOT !” Bakugou snapped, managing to glare at the invisible girl.
You gave Toru a grateful smile. "Thanks, Toru."
"So, what kind of training did you do out of country?" Kirishima asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Yeah, and who’s your favorite hero?" Mina added, leaning in. 
Before you could respond, Aizawa's voice cut through the field. "New addition," he called, his tone flat and authoritative. Iida waved you over with a brisk motion. "You're up next."
"Saved by the bell," you thought as you stretched and walked over to the grumpy man. He seemed to be squinting a lot in the morning sun, his skin looking even paler than it did inside the building. 'Someone doesn't get out much,' you mused, but quickly snapped back to focus on him.
"What kinda test you need me to do, teach?" you asked, trying to sound both respectful and confident.
Aizawa regarded you with his usual stoic expression. "We'll start with a basic quirk demonstration," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Show me what you've got."
You took a deep breath, your mind racing through the possible ways to demonstrate your quirk without revealing too much. You decided on a simple yet impactful display. Closing your eyes for a moment, you concentrate on the positive emotions around you—hope, determination, and even the negativity. 
You felt a surge of warmth as you channeled these emotions, your hands beginning to glow with a soft, radiant light.
The students around you watched in awe as the light grew brighter, enveloping you in a shimmering aura. You focused on creating a small, controlled burst of energy, sending a wave of positive emotion outward. The grass beneath your feet rustled as the wave spread, a gentle breeze carrying the warmth and light to those nearby.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded. "Interesting. Now, let's see how you handle a physical challenge. Head over to the track and run a lap without your quirk."
You nodded, the glow fading from your hands as you made your way to the track. The students' murmurs followed you, their curiosity piqued by your display. You took your place at the starting line, muscles tensing in anticipation.
With a burst of speed, you took off, your feet pounding against the ground in a steady rhythm. The wind whipped past your face as you pushed yourself, the world around you blurring. You were good at running from your mental problems, and maybe the police. 
‘I can run as much as I want to. Running is a great way to clear up last night's bad choices.’
Maybe you could convince Tashi to make a cheesecake for dinner. 
As you rounded the final bend and crossed the finish line, you slowed to a jog, breathing smoothly but feeling tingly. The students cheered on, their excitement palpable. They really were a pretty sweet bunch of weirdos. You walked back to Aizawa, your eyes questioning.
"Not bad," Aizawa said, his tone begrudgingly approving. "Next, we'll test your agility. Head over to the obstacle course."
As you were about to walk, Rumi dashed over, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Hey, can I test her on the obstacle course?” she asked, practically bouncing on her heels. Aizawa, who had been observing quietly, nodded. 
A few students exchanged excited glances, their anticipation building. Sero and Kaminari, perched on a low wall, whispered bets on who would come out on top, while Mina giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Aizawa’s nod of approval sent a ripple of murmurs through the class, the tension thickening as you prepared to face Rumi on the obstacle course.
“Fine.”
You glanced at Rumi, feeling a mix of apprehension and irritation. You knew that gleam in her eyes wasn’t just for show. “Alright,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady, “but don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
Rumi’s grin widened as she followed you to the obstacle course. The setup was a chaotic maze of hurdles, balance beams, and swinging obstacles, with various items scattered around for added difficulty. The class gathered around, their eyes fixed on the upcoming showdown.
You took your position at the start, while Rumi stood on the sidelines, ready to interact with the course in her own way. “Ready?” you called out, getting into your stance.
The class, drawn in by her enthusiasm, began to gather around, their chatter filling the air. Kirishima pumped his fists, hyping up the impending challenge, while Bakugou leaned against a nearby wall, smirking in amusement at the scene unfolding before him.
With a nod from Rumi, you began, sprinting toward the first hurdle. As you leapt over it, items began flying through the air—foam balls, small weights, and even a few harmless water balloons. You dodged and weaved with precision, the obstacles becoming an intricate dance of evasion. 
The instant you started, the class erupted into cheers, the sound a blend of encouragement and teasing. Foam balls, weights, and water balloons suddenly flew through the air, courtesy of a few eager students who had taken Rumi’s playful suggestion to heart. You dodged and weaved through the barrage, your movements a blur of precision and agility.
Rumi’s voice rang out playfully, encouraging the chaos. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”
As you navigated the course, you saw her preparing to launch a frisbee in your direction. With a quick decision, you grabbed one of the stray frisbees from the ground and hurled it back towards her. The disk  sailed through the air, knocking her frisbee off trajectory. Only for Rumi to intercept it with a powerful swing of a baseball bat she had miraculously produced.
‘This bitch tryin’ to kill me!’
The class watched in awe as Rumi smacked the frisbee back at you with remarkable force. You ducked and dodged, focusing on your strategy. The crowd cheered and laughed, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Kirishima was cheering loudly, while Bakugou looked on with a smirk.
Kirishima's voice cut through the din, cheering you on with a hearty shout of, "You’ve got this!" 
Nearby, Uraraka clapped her hands over her mouth, half in awe and half in disbelief at the spectacle. Iida, ever the stickler for rules, looked torn between enjoyment and concern, his eyes flicking between you and Aizawa.
Determined to outmaneuver Rumi, you decided to up the ante. 
Concentrating, you summoned a controlled energy blast, aiming for the baseball bat as Rumi swung it expertly. But Rumi was a blur of motion, never stopping her rhythmic movements. You shifted your target to the ground beneath her, intending to unbalance her.
“That’s enough!”
Just as you were about to release the blast, Aizawa’s commanding voice cut through the chaos, snapping everyone’s attention back to him. The energy dissipated in an instant, leaving you with a mixture of relief and frustration. The students, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, quickly quieted, their excitement dimming as they awaited Aizawa’s judgment.
You froze, your hand still extended, energy crackling at your fingertips. The blast fizzled out, and you looked down to see the ground you had targeted now a small crater. Your hands trembled slightly as you took in the sudden silence.
Rumi’s demeanor changed in an instant, her usual playful grin replaced by a more serious expression. She stepped back, nodding at you with genuine respect before offering a subtle wink, one that only you caught. The gesture, though small, ignited a flicker of irritation in you, a reminder of her relentless competitiveness that made you want to kick her in her cottontail.
Aizawa’s red eyes bore into you, his stern gaze a reminder of his authority. The class was silent, their earlier excitement giving way to nervous anticipation.
Rumi stepped back, her playful grin replaced with a more respectful expression. “Good job,” she said, her tone now serious. “You’re definitely a worthy opponent.” 
You took a deep breath, nodding at her. “Thanks. I guess.”
Aizawa approached, his expression unreadable. “You’re done for now. Next time, be more controlled.” His hair drops to his shoulders again and he grumbles before pulling out some eye drops. 
“You first.”
“ooooooooooo!”
Your mouth is always writing checks you don’t wanna cash. 
Aizawa's stern eyes locked onto you again, the classroom fell into a tense silence. His gaze was unyielding, and it was clear he was far from pleased with how things had escalated. 
“You’ve shown impressive skill, but you need to control your temper better,” he said, his voice cold and precise. “For now, you’ll be serving lunch detention.”
A murmur of surprise and disappointment rippled through the class. Rumi raised an eyebrow but said nothing while Taishiro, who had been observing from the bleachers, gave you a sympathetic look.
“Hey now, I was the one who wanted to test her.”
“Miriko, since you’re so keen to stick up for our new student, you can oversee her detention,” Aizawa said, his tone tired and adamant to get rid of you. 
Rumi’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Sounds good to me! I’ll make sure to keep things educational.” She gave him a mocking salute and you wanted to melt right into the grass. 
Aizawa gave a curt nod and left down the trackway. The field, previously tense, now seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as Rumi took charge.
“So, detention it is!” Rumi said cheerfully, walking over to you with a warm smile. 
You sighed, your shoulders slumping slightly. “Got it,” you replied, trying to hide your frustration. You glanced around at the curious eyes of your classmates before following Aizawa to the side, where he filled out a detention slip.
As the class resumed their activities, Rumi approached you. You turned to her, curiosity getting the better of you. "Rumi! Why did you do that? I mean, you know I’m trying to lay low." You huffed and threw some weeds at her. 
Rumi waved them away and flashed you a mischievous grin. "So we can chat during lunch and it doesn’t look weird! Plus, it’s a great way to swap info without raising any eyebrows."
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “You always have a trick up your sleeve.”
She winked at you and gave you a playful nudge. “Just doing my job.”
She dismissed you back to the group as Aizawa began detailing what everyone needed to improve. Denki and Kirishima exchanged glances before approaching you, their expressions a mix of sympathy and admiration.
"Man, it's a bummer you got lunch detention," Denki said, scratching the back of his head. "I thought you did really cool out there."
"Yeah, seriously," Kirishima added, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You were awesome. Don't let it get you down."
You offered them a small smile, appreciating their support. The girls soon joined in, their faces reflecting genuine concern.
"It's such a shame you can't eat lunch with us today," Momo said, her brow furrowed. "Aizawa-sensei can be strict, but he's probably just being protective of Mirko-san because of her leg."
"Yeah, he's tough on attitudes," Jirou added, crossing her arms. "But you know he's just looking out for everyone."
You nodded, shaking off the annoyance, "Thanks, guys. I'll be fine."
With that, you headed toward Rumi's office, the hallway echoing with the distant sounds of your classmates chattering. You leaned against the wall, waiting for her to return and unlock the door so you could retrieve your bag. The minutes stretched on, and you found yourself lost in thought.
Ochako and Mina approached, their steps light and filled with concern. "Hey, you okay?" Ochako asked, her eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress.
"Yeah," you replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "My bag's inside. I'll catch up with you guys later."
"Alright," Mina said, her tone cheerful despite the situation. "But let's swap numbers after school, okay?"
You nodded, waving them off as they left. The hallways gradually emptied, leaving you in a peaceful silence. Moments later, the sound of footsteps approached, and you perked up, expecting Rumi.
‘Only.. that’s not her aura and definitely not her firm bouncy steps.’
Instead, Aizawa appeared, keys in hand. Startled, you instinctively grabbed your shoe and lobbed it at him. 
He caught it—with his forehead.
"Ow," he muttered, rubbing his brow. A nasty glare was thrown towards your direction. You rushed forward, your face flushed with embarrassment. 
"I'm so sorry! But... why are you in the girls' locker room?"
He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. "Mirko and Fatgum went to lunch, so I have to lock up. I thought you left with the girls. Sorry for not calling out to make sure everyone was out." Aizawa turned to leave but paused to address you. "You need to hurry and change to get to lunch."
"My bag is in Mirko-san's office," you explained, feeling a bit sheepish.
"I was waiting for her to unlock it."
He sighed again, this time with a hint of exasperation, and tossed you the keys. "Be quick."
You caught the keys with one hand and hurried to Mirko's office. You fumbled with the lock, your frustration growing as the door refused to open. This used to be one of the reasons you always had a roommate- you sucked at opening doors traditionally. 
If Jason was chasing you, you’d be better off breaking a window than trying to jiggle the lock. Frustrated, you padded back out to the gym, where Aizawa was sitting on the bleachers, his expression unreadable.
You stopped far enough to watch him without his notice. Aizawa’s aura was bleeding into a dark gray and you could smell the norepinephrine he was trying to mask. 
‘Is he clinically depressed or just always like this?’
"Um, Teach?" you called out, feeling a bit awkward. "I can't get the door open. Can you help?"
Aizawa’s head snapped up as he turned to look at you, a mixture of defeat and resignation in his eyes, and got up to assist. "Come on, let's get this sorted."
Together, you managed to unlock the door, (he pushed and you kicked) and you quickly grabbed your bag, thanking Aizawa profusely. He quickly left again so you could dress and you wasted no time. 
Running through the gym, you caught one last look at him as he unrolled that yellow sleeping bag. 
You couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected encounter, grateful for the begrudging help from your strict ‘teacher’ .
As you walk to the cafeteria, the lively hum of student chatter grows louder, mingling with the clatter of trays and the occasional burst of laughter. You grab a tray and start moving down the line, your eyes scanning the array of food options. The comforting smell of freshly baked bread and the enticing aroma of warm soup fills the air. 
As you move to the salad bar, you catch sight of Rumi and Taishiro waving you over from a table reserved for the teachers. A smile spreads across your face as you wave back. Glancing over to the section where your classmates are seated, you notice the girls waving enthusiastically, their faces lighting up as they spot you. You wave back at them too, feeling a warm sense of fondness.
Turning around, you suddenly bump into someone, the collision jostling your tray. 
"Oh, I'm sorry!" you exclaim, instinctively offering a helping hand to the mop of green hair in front of you.
"Thanks, please don't worry about it!" comes the polite reply, and you realize you're face-to-face with Izuku Midoriya. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize him, and he notices your recognition. 
'Shit ,' you think, trying to keep your expression neutral. Izuku rubs his elbow awkwardly, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. 
"Oh, uh," he stammers, looking around nervously before leaning in to whisper, 
"Do you have a moment to talk?"
You glance around, aware of the curious eyes of nearby students. "Can we talk after class?" you suggest, hoping to defuse the awkwardness.
He nods quickly, relief washing over his features as he hears some friends calling him. "Okay, see you then," he mumbles, picking up his tray and heading towards a table where his friends are seated, their animated conversation continuing as he joins them.
With a sigh, you continue through the lunch line, picking out your meal. You exchange pleasantries with the sweet lunch ladies, one of whom insists you take a piece of fruit. "Here, dear, take an apple. You need your vitamins," she says with a kind smile, placing the shiny fruit on your tray.
"Thank you," you reply warmly, appreciating their kindness. Balancing your tray, you make your way towards Rumi and Taishiro's table. The cafeteria is loud with activity. At one table, Bakugo is gesturing wildly, probably in the middle of an intense discussion, while Kirishima laughs heartily, slapping his knee. 
At another, Todoroki is quietly eating, occasionally nodding at something Iida is saying, his hand slicing through the air in an animated gesture as Tsu gesture for him to sit down. 
As you approach the teachers' table, you see Rumi and Taishiro deep in conversation, their expressions relaxed. Taishiro looks up and grins widely as he sees you. "Hey there, Sunshine! Over here!"
Rumi gives you a friendly wave, her eyes twinkling. "Come on, miss bad girl!  We've saved you a spot." 
You roll your eyes and smile walking over, placing your tray on the table and taking a seat. The noise of the cafeteria fades slightly as you settle in, the warmth of their company making you feel at ease. 
Taishi pulled out a bag of chips, setting it down on the small table between you. “I thought I’d drop by and make sure you’re not suffering too much,” he said with a grin. “Plus, it was on sale from the train station.”
You passed him the lunch lady apple while Rumi started distributing the food from her lunch box—sandwiches, fruit cups, and some snacks. You knew better than to note the lack of carrots. 
“I brought the usual,” Rumi said, handing you a leafy turkey sandwich. “Nothing fancy, but it should help build those big hero muscles.” You snickered, catching her impeccable side eye as you slid her your miso soup. 
“Thanks mommy,” you said, taking the sandwich. “It looks great!” 
As you ate, the conversation between you, Rumi, and Taishiro was light and engaging. Taishiro asked about your impressions of homeroom and how you were finding the students, while Rumi chimed in with humorous anecdotes about the dangers of American highschool lunch.
“So, how’s your first day been, really?” Taishiro asked between bites. “Aside from the unexpected detention, of course.”
You can already sense that Rumi has filled Taishiro in on your earlier conversation in her office. Taishiro’s knowing look and gentle smile confirm it. You take a deep breath, ready to share the latest turn of events.
"So, something else happened after our talk," you begin, glancing at Rumi, who nods encouragingly.
"What now?" Taishiro asks, leaning forward with interest, his large frame making the table seem smaller.
You recount the incident in the locker room with Aizawa. "After everyone left, I was waiting by Rumi's office to get my bag. I thought she'd come back to unlock it, but instead, Aizawa showed up."
Rumi's ears perk up, a curious glint in her eye. "Oh, what did he do?"
You can't help but chuckle, remembering the absurdity of the situation. "Well, I didn't realize it was him at first. I panicked and threw my shoe at him." Taishiro bursts into laughter, nearly spilling his drink. "You threw your shoe at Aizawa? That's priceless!"
"Yeah, and he caught it—with his face," you add, shaking your head at the memory. "I felt terrible and rushed to apologize. But then I realized... what was he doing in the girls' locker room?"
Rumi snickers, and Taishiro tries to contain his laughter. "I bet he had a good reason," Taishiro says, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.
"He did," you confirm. "He explained that you guys went to lunch, so he had to lock up. He thought everyone had left and apologized for not checking first. Then he told me to hurry and change for lunch."
"And did you?" Rumi asks, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Not quite. My bag was in your office, and I couldn't open the door. I had to go back out and ask him for help." You pick out the tomatoes in your salad and give them over to Taishi before swiping some dango. “Shoot, forgot about that,” Rumi shakes her head, "Did he help you?"
"He did. He sighed, threw me the keys, and when I couldn't manage it, he helped me open the door."
“Well we all know you can’t open one to save your life.”
“ Hey! ”
Taishiro nods approvingly. "Well, at least you got your bag in the end."
"Yeah, and now I'm here," you say, finishing your story. "Oh, and Mina asked about Nemuri."
You weren’t sure if mentioning the guy's aura now would be good. I mean– no one really seemed surprised with his antics. So, maybe it was just him? But something in the pit of your stomach didn’t believe that. 
Rumi raised an eyebrow. "The pink girl, huh? What did she want to know?" She’s drinking the fruit cups like a jello shot as you shoot her a displeased look before she runs her tongue over her teeth. You sigh realizing that she’s just trying to tease you before poking her with a straw. 
"She was curious about her condition," you reply. "I think Mina looks up to her. She wanted to know more about Nemuri's health status."
Taishiro leans back, considering this. "Nemuri's got a lot of students asking for her. Maybe we can arrange for Mina to have a visit with her sometime?" He looks up from his squid salad and orange drink. Rumi nods in agreement. "That sounds like a great idea. I'll talk to Mimi’s nurse about it."
"Actually, there's something else," you begin, setting your fork down. "I bumped into Izuku Midoriya in the cafeteria earlier."
Rumi raises an eyebrow, and Taishiro looks up from his meal. "Midoriya? What happened?" Taishiro asks, his interest piqued.
"He seemed really flustered and asked if we could talk later. He looked... I don't know, like he was hiding something. And it's not just him," you continue, your voice lowering as you glance around the bustling cafeteria. "A lot of the kids from Class 2-A seem really tired or like they're sad but trying to hide it."
Rumi takes a bite of her sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before responding. "Kids will be kids. They're probably just fooling around or staying up too late playing video games."
Taishiro, however, seems more concerned. He gestures subtly towards Kirishima, who is sitting a few tables away, now picking at his food with a distant look in his eyes. "See Kirishima over there? I mentor him. He's been acting strange lately, not his usual energetic self." He set down his chips and frowns at the sight. 
You nod, appreciating Taishiro's insight. "I think it's more than just fooling around, Rumi. It feels like signs of trauma. They might be dealing with something serious." You pick the crusts off your bread and stuff them in your mouth before Rumi can scold you on wasting food. 
Rumi glances around, her skeptical demeanor shifting to one of concern. "You really think so?"
"Yeah," you reply, your voice steady. "The energy in that classroom is way too heavy. I've felt it before. The way they're trying to keep it all inside... it's not healthy." You tear bits of your sandwich off in an attempt to keep your uniform clean. 
Taishiro sets down his utensils and nods, his expression serious. "We should discuss this further. Let's head to the teachers' lounge." 
You clean up your area ( mama didn’t raise no messy bitch! ) and the three of you slipped out with time to spare before the bell would ring. A few long hallways and some cursing from Rumi later, you made it to the coffee scented door.
As you step into the teachers' lounge, the atmosphere is markedly different from the bustling cafeteria. It's a haven of relative calm, with comfortable chairs, soft lighting, and a few potted plants scattered around. The walls are adorned with various decorations and personal touches that reflect the individuality of each teacher.
Near the entrance, you immediately notice Nemuri’s space. Her corner is unmistakably hers, with a case for her red rimmed glasses, and a small collection of scented candles and essential oils that lend a subtle, calming fragrance to the area. A few provocative magazines and history books are neatly stacked on a side table, along with a plush, velvet armchair in deep purple. Heat rises inside your throat immediately, and you decide to give it a good dusting when you can. 
A few steps away, All Might’s space is easy to spot. A large mousepad of his iconic pose, arm raised in triumph, dominates the mouse. His area is tidy and minimalist, with a sturdy chair and a simple desk, but it radiates his larger-than-life presence. A small collection of memorabilia, including photos with students and other heroes, sits on the cubical wall.
Nearby, you see a corner that undoubtedly belongs to the music teacher, Present Mic. The walls are covered with band posters and music notes, and a set of headphones hangs on the back of his chair. A small stack of vinyl records and a portable record player are on the desk, along with a few microphones and a collection of colorful markers for his lesson plans.
Finally, you spot an area with cat-themed decorations, and you can't help but smile. It must belong to a pro with a related quirk. There are various kitty figurines, a cozy-looking throw blanket with paw prints, and a framed photo of someone’s beloved tuxedo cat. The desk is cluttered but organized in its own way, with graded papers and files neatly stacked. A few cups of coffee were scattered behind the monitor, some finished, other’s with a familiar brown ring. 
You take a seat in the cat-themed corner, feeling a bit more at ease surrounded by the playful decorations. Taishiro grabs All Might’s chair and sits across from you, his large frame making the seat look almost comically small, while Rumi leans against the table, her legs elegantly crossed and a thoughtful expression on her face.
Taishiro begins, his voice serious. "I think some of the students are suffering from PTSD from the hero war. It's been weighing on them, and it's starting to show." You flashed back to that interview that landed you in hot water with your agency. 
Telling the world that you were disappointed in Japan’s top school for heroes in training was not the best look for someone offering to teach there as a promise to an old friend. 
You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know Principal Nezu was trying to find some counselors for the students who helped the pro heroes during the war. It's a lot for them to handle on their own." 
Rumi’s expression softens as she recalls, "I met this kid–Bakugou– not long ago. I remember hearing about how his heart exploded on the field. And then there's Endeavor's son—those kids have been through so much."
You almost drop your juice box, your eyes widening in shock. "Todoroki?!" you exclaim, before Rumi quickly shushes you, her eyes darting to the door to make sure no one outside overheard.
She lowers her voice, her expression serious. "Yes, the little peppermint one. But let's keep it down, okay? There's a lot more to that story, and it's not something we should be spreading around."
You nod, trying to process the information. Taishiro adds that he overheard that Recovery Girl was considering retirement after this year. 
“She can’t heal what’s wrong with their brains. SO many kids have been sent to her office having panic attacks or for falling asleep in class because they can’t do it at night.” 
You lean forward, your expression earnest. "We need to make sure they get the support they need. Talking to Principal Nezu and the other teachers will be crucial."
Rumi nods in agreement, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a determined seriousness. "And we need to be there for them, none of that ‘I’m fine’ bullshit. I’m all for having thick skin but these kids were barely out of middle school when this happened."
Taishiro pipes up, his voice filled with warmth and concern. "Sunshine, I love how much you wanna help these kids. But you're forgetting one thing." His eyes are warm, but there’s a sadness that betrays them. 
You look at him, puzzled. "What's that?"
He sighs, his shoulders slumping a little. "These kids won't even talk about what happened." His gaze drops to the floor, clearly upset. 
"Kirishima is one of the most dependable, upbeat people I've known. He stands his ground and gives everything his all. I had to send him home early the other day because he could barely keep his eyes open while we were patrolling." He flicks a piece of paper at the floor in frustration. 
Rumi frowns, her foot tapping rapidly against the floor. "What are we gonna do then? We can't beat it out of the little brats, and knowing the toxic side of hero culture, they probably think they have to carry this burden." She hopped up on the desk now, her garnet eyes burning. 
You suck your juice box dry, the sound of the last bit of juice being drawn up echoing softly. You look at the label in your hand, thinking. 
"Knowing some of the teachers and accounting their home lives…damn. I knew this would be complicated, but I really can't walk away from this right now." Your eyes drift over to Nemuri's desk before you stare up at the ceiling. 
"She really wants me to help these kids."
Taishiro follows your gaze and nudges your foot with his, offering a small, encouraging smile. "Did she have her own homeroom?"
You shake your head. "Nah, she was an elective teacher. But they were her favorite based on personality alone." You sigh, loosening your uniform tie and unbuttoning your shirt a bit, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you.
Rumi stops her tapping and looks over at you, concern evident in her eyes. "How are you holding up?"
You stop stastaring at the ceiling to meet her gaze, then glance back at Taishiro before looking up again. "I—"
The door to the lounge swings open, and Aizawa and Present Mic walk in. Mic is enthusiastically discussing starting a podcast with the students, his animated gestures and booming voice filling the room. 
You’d never been so happy to hear that loud mouth. 
Aizawa, on the other hand, looks like he wants to escape the cacophony. His tired eyes scan the room briefly, giving a nod to Rumi and Taishiro before zeroing in on you. He stops in his tracks, his gaze unwavering.
Mic notices Aizawa's sudden halt and looks over his shoulder. Spotting you, he breaks into a wide smile and waves energetically. "Hey there!"
You giggle and offer him a big smile and wave back, trying to ignore the growing tension in the room. When you glance back at Aizawa, he's still standing there, not saying anything. You wave at him, and he slightly quirks an eyebrow before looking at the desk behind you.
Rumi is the first to break the silence, her tone teasing. "Cat got your tongue?" 
Aizawa's eyes narrow slightly. "My desk." 
Mic elbows him with a look and Taishiro tries to break the tension with a lighthearted joke. "Well, they do say cats like cozy spots!"
Mic chimes in, his voice a bit more subdued. "Hey, I remember seeing you in the hallways before homeroom. Nice to see you again!" You wanna respond to the literal surround sound but you’re too busy staring down banana man. 
Aizawa remarks dryly, "You're in my chair."
Mic shakes his head, chuckling. "Ease up, Aizawa. She probably didn't know."
You stand up quickly, your movement abrupt as you bump your hip against the edge of the desk. "Excuse me, I wasn’t aware." You try to play it off but that freaking desk hit that really soft spot in your hip that made you wanna take a knee. 
‘Motherfuc-’
Aizawa sighs, rubbing his red, swollen eyes. "It's fine, you didn't know." He walks over to the coffee machine, picking up a mug. As he fills it, he hands Rumi the same keys from earlier.
"So why did you bring my new problem child to the lounge?" he asks, taking a sip from his mug.
Present Mic has moved to his corner, setting up his record player, the soft hum of vinyl filling the room.
Taishiro clears his throat, about to speak when you give him a subtle signal not to. He looks confused but nods along. Rumi quickly covers for him, her tone casual and light. "Oh, nothing major. Just discussing some classroom management strategies. We don't think ‘Tempest’ here has any issues with temper, just a very eager student, that's all."
Mic's curiosity is piqued. "What happened?" he asks, leaning forward slightly.
Taishiro jumps in, grateful for the distraction. "Oh, we were just talking about the test earlier. You should've seen the energy blasts Sunshine was dishing out. Impressive stuff."
Mic's eyes light up with interest. "Really? That sounds awesome! I'd love to see that in action sometime."
‘Awe, okay his aura is literally joy and concern. Maybe he’s a teacher I could talk to about the kids. Isn’t he the language arts teacher? If anyone could give me some insight on how to communicate with them, he’s probably the best bet.’
Aizawa looks at you with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Really ? "
You nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yeah, just excited about the training." You hoped you sounded more convincing than you looked but it was pretty easy to keep up the new kid act so far. 
Rumi grins, trying to steer the conversation into safer waters. "Yep, ‘Tempest’ here is a powerhouse. No doubt about it."
Okay now she was just trying to keep you flustered!
Taishiro chuckles, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. "That's right. Our very own ball of energy." You throw him side eye for that dad joke and Taishi just cheeses at you before shrugging. Rumi looks over at him like she’s going to die if she has to listen to another lame pun. 
The interaction painfully continues causing you to feel a mix of relief and anxiety. You managed to divert Aizawa's attention for now, but the underlying issues still need to be addressed. For now, though, you're grateful for the support of Rumi and Taishiro.
Mic shifts his attention back to his record player, fiddling with the settings as the soft hum of music fills the room again. Aizawa takes another sip of his coffee, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he turns his attention back to his paperwork.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation. 
As the conversation winds down, a crackling sound from Nezu’s intercom interrupts the room's calm. “Rumi Usagiyama and Taishiro Toyomitsu, please report to Principal Nezu’s office.”
Rumi perks up at the announcement, her ears twitching slightly. “Well, looks like that’s our cue.” She glances at Taishiro, who’s already pushing himself up from his seat with a soft grunt.
“Guess we better not keep the boss waiting,” Taishiro adds, giving you a reassuring smile as he adjusts his scarf. “You coming?”
Just as you nod, the bell for lunch rings out, signaling the end of the morning classes. The timing couldn't be more convenient. Rumi grins and gestures for you to follow them. “C’mon, we’ll walk you out. Lunch is the perfect excuse to escape whatever paperwork Aizawa has planned for you.”
You can't help but chuckle at that, grateful for the company as the three of you head out of the room. The hallways are bustling with students heading toward the cafeteria, their chatter filling the air. As you part ways with Rumi and Taishi, you give them a quick wave. 
“Thanks for walking me out.”
“Anytime,” Rumi says with a wink. “Catch you later, yeah?”
‘Yeah, as if we don’t live together.’
“Stay outta trouble!” Taishiro adds, his deep voice carrying a playful tone as they both head toward the principal’s office.
You turn to head toward your classroom, but the labyrinthine hallways of U.A. start to confuse you. You take a few turns, trying to remember the route, but end up in a quiet corridor, far from where you intended to be. 
Sighing, you glance around for any sign of familiar territory, only to bump into something solid—or rather, someone.
Aizawa’s coffee cup tilts precariously in his hand as you collide with him, the dark liquid sloshing over the rim and onto the floor. You freeze, eyes widening in horror. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”
Quickly, you fumble in your pockets and pull out a handful of tissues, offering them to him with an apologetic look. Aizawa glances at the tissues, then at you, before taking them without a word. “Thank you,” he mutters, his voice as monotone as ever.
“No prob, Bob,” you reply with a nervous grin, hoping to lighten the mood.
Aizawa’s brow furrows slightly at the nickname, but he lets it slide. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be heading back to class?”
“Uh, yeah, about that… I kinda got lost,” you admit, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. “This place is like a maze.”
Aizawa sighs, his gaze softening just a fraction as he looks you over. “Why don’t you have a student profile yet? And who’s your assigned buddy?”
You shuffle your feet, feeling a bit on the spot. “I don’t have one yet. And, um, about the buddy thing… Could I maybe be paired with Mina and Izuku? They seemed really kind.”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly curious about your choice. “Why them?”
“They were just… nice to me,” you say, trying to find the right words. “Mina’s really friendly, and Izuku seems like he’d help out anyone who needed it.”
Aizawa considers this for a moment, then nods. “Fine. I’ll make the arrangements. But remember, you need to familiarize yourself with the school layout. Getting lost isn’t an excuse I’ll accept more than once.”
You nod quickly, relieved. “Understood.”
As you both start walking toward your classroom, Aizawa explains in his usual deadpan tone, “I gave you the lunch detention so you could understand that while enthusiasm for your studies is good, you need to be aware of your surroundings and targets. I knew you’d probably feel bad if you hurt Ugasi-san, and that could have led to… complications.”
His words linger in the air, and you glance at him, a bit taken aback by his concern. “You care a lot for a guy who looks like he’s ready to keel over.”
Aizawa snorts softly, a rare hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. “You would too, once you get to know the rest of your class.”
A small smile tugs at your lips as you muster the courage to ask, “Can I ask you something?”
He nods, his attention shifting to you. “Go ahead.”
“Why are you so monotone all the time?”
Aizawa looks slightly taken aback by the question but recovers quickly. “Am I? I never noticed. Well, I guess when you repeat the same shit over and over again, you—” He cuts himself off with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry for cursing. In all fairness, I expected you to talk more, that’s all.”
“Why’d you expect that?” you ask, genuinely curious. You cross your arms and the jingle of your adornments falls deaf to your ears. 
He raises an eyebrow before his eyes drift down to your outfit. You’re in the U.A. uniform, but with a twist—comic book onomatopoeia thigh-highs, doodled-on Converse, a tie swapped out for one in your favorite color, rings and bracelets adorning both arms, and a collection of earrings and necklaces, each holding special meaning.
Aizawa’s gaze lingers on the accessories before returning to your face. “What’s wrong with the way I dress?” you ask, half-defensive, half-joking.
“Nothing,” he replies, though his tone implies otherwise. “Just… not what I expected from a new student.”
You chuckle, shrugging it off. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”
Aizawa merely hums in response, leading you the rest of the way to your classroom in silence. As you reach the door, he pauses, giving you one last, almost unreadable look. 
“Don’t get lost again,” he says, the sternness in his voice softened just a bit by the faintest hint of concern.
You nod, giving him a small smile before stepping into the classroom. “Got it. Thanks.”
As you step into the classroom, the lively chatter of students fills the air, but the moment you appear, it abruptly stops. Mina and the girls are the first to rush over, their faces a mix of concern and curiosity.
 "What happened?" Mina asks, her voice tinged with worry. Denki and Kirishima aren't far behind, both of them looking equally anxious.
"Yeah, you disappeared at lunch! We thought you got expelled already!" Denki adds, his tone half-joking, half-serious.
You huff, rolling your eyes at the thought. "Chill, guys. I'm not going anywhere," you reply, trying to ease their nerves. But even as you say it, you take a moment to survey the room, your senses honing in on the various auras and energy wavelengths surrounding you.
Mina's energy is vibrant, full of concern but also that ever-present spark of curiosity. She’s eager to know what’s happened but is holding herself back from pressing too hard. Kirishima’s aura is solid and steady, his concern for your well-being mixing with a strong desire to take a fat nap. Denki’s energy is a bit more scattered, a whirl of curiosity and nervousness, likely worrying about whether he could’ve done something to help.
‘Jesus these kids and their teacher need to get some sleep.’
As you let your senses expand further, you pick up on the rest of the class. Some are still buzzing from lunch, their energies tinged with the lightness of camaraderie and laughter. Others seem more subdued, perhaps burdened by the weight of the day's lessons or their own personal thoughts. A few are more withdrawn, their wavelengths hinting at anxiety or exhaustion…
‘And sadness…’
Overall, the class’s energy is a complex mix—some students are thriving in the environment, their auras bright and strong, while others are struggling, their energy dulled or jagged with stress. It’s a lot to take in at once, but you’ve grown accustomed to the ebb and flow of emotions. 
"You guys worry too much," you finally say, focusing back on your friends. "But I appreciate it. Really."
Mina gives you a relieved smile, and Denki grins, clearly reassured. "So, what did happen?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Nothing too serious," you reply, brushing it off. "Just had a little chat with the teachers. They wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to accidentally blow up the school or something."
Kirishima laughs, giving you a playful nudge. "If it came down to anyone blowing up the school, my money’s on Bakugou."
Before you can respond, a small eraser sails through the air, striking Kirishima on the forehead with a soft thud. Bakugou, scowling, growls, "Shut it, shitty hair!"
Kirishima rubs his forehead, laughing it off as the class erupts in a mix of laughter and gasps. But before the noise can get out of hand, Iida stands up, his arms chopping through the air in his usual over-the-top manner. "Bakugou! Such behavior is unbecoming of a student at U.A. High! Throwing objects and using foul language—"
"Shove it, Glasses!" Bakugou snaps back, rolling his eyes as he leans back in his chair, clearly not in the mood for one of Iida's lectures.
The tension in the room spikes as Iida looks like he’s about to continue his tirade. You can sense the different energies clashing, the room on the verge of slipping into full chaos. While everyone is distracted by the exchange, you focus inwardly, allowing a gentle wave of calming energy to emanate from your aura. It ripples through the room like a soothing breeze, subtly cooling the heated tempers and easing the building tension.
The effect is almost immediate. Iida’s rigid posture relaxes just a fraction, his hands lowering as he sits back down, muttering something under his breath about maintaining order. Bakugou lets out a huff, but his scowl softens, and he crosses his arms without further comment.
Amidst the newly calm atmosphere, you catch Izuku watching you, his green eyes curious and perhaps a bit intrigued. You wiggle your fingers at him in a playful wave, and he offers you a small, shy smile in return.
Before anything else can happen, Aizawa reenters the classroom, a new mug of coffee in hand. He casts a quick glance around, clearly noting the sudden peace but saying nothing about it. Instead, he moves to the front of the room, and everyone quickly takes their seats, preparing for the lesson.
Just as the lesson is about to begin, Izuku quietly slides his notebook across the desk to you. Curiosity piqued, you open it to find a page filled with notes and sketches, all centered around a mysterious "mall lady" and a Pro Hero named ChargeBomb. 
‘I knew he knew!’
Some of the information is missing, and you can tell he’s still piecing together the details, but the sketches of you in action are surprisingly accurate.
A smile tugs at your lips as you admire the drawings. Reaching into your purse, you pull out a sticky note and pen, scribbling a quick, playful response before sliding it back to him. But just as it’s about to reach Izuku, a familiar capture weapon snakes out, intercepting the note mid-slide.
'Shit!'
Aizawa’s scarf pulls the note towards him, and he raises an eyebrow as he reads what you wrote. His expression remains impassive, but you can tell he’s amused by the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He looks at you and then at Izuku, clearly unimpressed but too tired to make a big deal out of it.
“See me after class,” he says, his deep voice as monotone as ever, though the note in his hand crumples slightly as he tosses it into the trash.
The class quiets down, and Izuku shoots you an apologetic look, but you just give him a small shrug, silently promising to continue the conversation later. The lesson begins, and you can’t help the feeling of excitement at what the rest of the day might bring.
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“Psst, new girl.”
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reallyromealone · 2 years ago
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Brome I have a request. 🙏 I would like to request Taiju being an absolute SIMP OF A BOYFRIEND! Like imagine when Hakki invited Michi over he just send a look to his sister and she nods and like not even a minute later his phone starts ringing and at first he's mad but when he sees who is calling his he literally yells at everybody to shut up and then starts speaking oh so softly into the phone then when he hangs up Taiju looks back at them and explains how their lucky his lovely name needs him and then he's hauling ass towards the house and when the siblings get home they see name lecturing Taiju about how he needs to be a better brother because now he's (Taiju) is acting like how his dad treated him before Taiju saved him. At first the siblings didn't think it'd work until Hakki wakes up early in the morning for some water and there is Taiju laying on the couch and then Taiju just starts apologizing. Talking how he's so sorry he treated them like that and he'll do anything for their forgiveness. You can decide the rest
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Hakkai was stressed as he glanced at his sister, the girl nodding much to Takemichis confusion "I'm gonna--- who the fuck is calling...me---EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!" Taiju bellowed as he answered the phone and takemichi had to do a double take at the soft voice that came from Taijus mouth "hey baby...what's wrong? Yeah? Ok I will be there in a sec ok? Yeah I love you too..."
"You fuckers are lucky I have to go, but this ain't fucking over"
Taiju left swiftly, leaving poor takemichi very confused as Yazuha let out a sigh or relief "don't worry Michi, we just used the ultimate weapon against him" Hakkai said with the tiniest bit of smugness.
"What's that?"
"(Name)"
It was late in the evening when Hakkai and Yazuha got home, the siblings carefully putting their shoes away as they creaked past the kitchen "Tai, you can't treat your siblings like this! It's awful! They're your family and you need to treat them better!" (Name) said heatedly, hands on his hips as taiju looked ashamed "you told me if you ever start acting like your dad to tell you and you are really acting like him towards those two!"
Yazuha and Hakkai were...skeptical that anything would come of this as they knew their brother was an emotional boulder.
Though come morning, the sound of food could be heard and the smell of a simple Japanese breakfast woke the two from their sleep.
What surprised them was taiju sitting on the couch looking down, the sound of the last step on the staircase alerting the elder to their presence "sit down" Taiji said gruffly only for a chopstick to be thrown at him from the kitchen "I mean shit-- sit down please" Taiji said feeling the glare from his boyfriend who was aggressively chopping vegetables "I'm sorry... How I was completely unacceptable and (name) made me realize I was being horrible... I am deeply sorry"
"You guys don't have to accept it now or even ever... I just want to apologize"
Yazuha and Hakkai looked at each other "we know...we know it's been hard on you too and... Maybe we can work on building up to accepting your apology" Yazuha said carefully "actions speak better than words"
"That's completely fair"
Taiju was completely different as (name) watched over with a soft smile at the people he cared deeply for, setting the table, the three Shiba siblings genuinely talking for once.
(Name) was dead set to make sure they made up.
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sureokyeahwhatever · 1 year ago
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i finished vampire the masquerade bloodlines after chipping away at it for a couple weeks after work. Those first 2/3rds of the game are a genuine masterpiece, but man, that last third gets really, really weird and racist.
The thing is, is that I actually have very little to say about that first 2/3rds. It's just good. The design is great, it's well balanced, it's open ended, it has great characters. It's wonderful. This part of the game feels like a real, worthy successor to Deux Ex. There's just nothing more to say, I think.
...
And that's why I almost have a hard time believing it's written by the same people as the last bit. The whole game up to that point (up to just before chinatown) is pretty darn smartly written with some relatively cogent social commentary. The quality of the missions also takes a really, really steep dive in that section too (lots of run and gun hallways, lots of extremely buggy areas, shitty boss fights, etc. But that's honestly understandable because balancing the endgame of an ImSim is practically impossible). Idk, it feels like a totally different game. I could almost just forgive all of that though, if it weren't for the ungodly and seemingly genuine racism with regards to the east Asian vampires.
Like. Ok. If we're being VERY charitable and we just flatly forgive all of the misguided-though-not-malintentioned 2000s era attempts at humor-via-stereotype (dialogue options referencing "tentacles" directed at a young japanese woman; old chinese guys who are always loud and drunk; jingoistic WWII-surviving japanese soldier; Chinese businessman speaking in riddles and mentioning the I-Ching; so on and so on) the whole handling of the "chinese vampire" storyline is psychotically racist.
You first hear of these guys -- the Kuei-Jin, which I learn from the wiki is a portmanteau of the Mandarin word for ghost and a the Japanese word for person, which... ok. -- as being basically like animals. They slaughter who ever they see, lots of people in the bourgeois faction see them as a nuisance, the people in the anarchist faction see them as "invaders from the east," which already had me like "Jesus fucking Christ, maybe these anarchist guys aren't cool after all". But anyway, you go to Chinatown to talk to them and -- by my estimation -- they were basically the same as everyone else. They're protective of their territory, they're secretive, they're paranoid of outsiders... I mean, yeah, they're fucking vampires and apparently all the other vampires see them as sub-human, so yeah, I'd be paranoid and secretive around me too.
The thing is, is that you have this anarchist friend who you tell everything to -- Jack -- and I wanted to go tell him "hey, I don't think these guys are so bad. Maybe we misjudged them" or something like that. And there was a dialogue option along the lines of that, but when I said it, his response was something to the effect of "don't let them sweet talk you with their 'spiritual path' bullshit. That stuff ain't for /us/". Which, I heard and again, said "ah! Interesting writing decision! We're learning that Jack ALSO has flaws like everyone else! he's not just some perfectly cool, levelheaded badass -- he has unjustified prejudices just like everyone else!" So I continued the story under the assumption that, yes, while the surface level of the whole "Chinese vampire" thing was being handled in a really immature, racist way, and in-universe all the other factions seemed to see them as exactly that -- racist stereotypes of conniving, backstabbing Chinese mafia goons -- this was all setting up an interesting "let's all learn to put our cultural differences aside and defeat those rich assholes who want to rule LA"-style ending. This would not be the case.
There was a moment towards the end that I THOUGHT confirmed my suspicion. You are told by the leader of the bourgeois faction to convince the anarchist faction to ally with them so they can, together, take down the Kuei-Jin. Around this time you also are intercepted by the leader of the Kuei-Jin who straight up warns you "hey, that bourgeois guy set me up. He's about to set you up too. Be careful. I hope we can be friends in the future." So I get this information and go straight to the anarchist faction with the intention to say "Ok, bourgeois guys are obviously doing a power play. Now's the time to join with the Kuei-Jin and take them out. We'll settle our petty differences later." (Side note, yes, I understand they were recently at war, but war happens in these situations. The best way to prevent another war is actively making peace. Not by just constantly threatening to go BACK to war). But no such option was available. Instead, all the options were different variations on "Let's join with the bourgeois faction and kill those Chinese guys!" What? But I don't want to kill those guys! And I don't really trust either of these other factions either because the anarchists are racists and the bourgeois guys are, well, bourgeois guys.
So eventually the "ending-tron 3000" comes up in the form of a conversation with a taxi driver which, as far as ending-trons go, is pretty cute. If you decide to ally with the Kuei-Jin two things happen: one, everyone hates you because it's completely impossible to convince anyone that they are anything other than parasites, and two, they kill you in a cutscene and you die in the ocean, which, all things considered, is probably the worst possible way this whole story line could have been handled. There was an opportunity here to have an exceptionally interesting moment where you bring people together to fight in solidarity against those who seek to concentrate their power over the city and all it's inhabitants. There could have been an ending where you work together with the Kuei-Jin and the anarchists to get rid of the bourgeois faction, render the "anarchist" faction system redundant, and allow LA vampires to establish their own federated society where people can live where and how they please without the iron fist of some Ivory tower pretty boys telling everyone how to live their lives. You could establish a system of vampire democracy across LA, with all the benefits and negatives that it brings. Would LA then be crushed under the heel of the bourgeois faction coming in from other cities? Or would it be able to stand the test of time and serve as an example for other cities to rise up and do the same? There's some interesting stuff here, both politically and for individual characters as perhaps you have to work extra hard to get Jack and the rest of the anarchists to believe that the Kuei-Jin are, despite superficial differences, just vampires like they are and that they all share common interests.
Instead, the game goes hard in the other direction. It calls you an idiot for trusting those eastern invaders and basically says "you should have listened to everyone else when they were mumbling under their breath about how you can't trust those Kuei-Jin as far as you can throw them". i.e., you were an idiot for not being racist enough. Like, I can understand the general theme of "trust no one", since it permeates through the whole game, but to literally introduce a faction of "conniving foreigners" who everyone hates, and then to have that hate be perfectly justified just feels boring, hateful, and honestly like a waste of a third of what was otherwise a great, great game.
Anyway. The game is good. Great, even! It's really hard to make an ImSim, so even though the last third has some rough (ROUGH) design flaws and bugs, I'm happy to look past that. However, it's really easy to not just put Chinese people in your game and make them evil stereotypes that everyone rightfully hates, so that's harder to look past.
I would say the ideal way to experience the game is to marathon the first chapter up to downtown, play less and less frequently from downtown up until the end of hollywood or so, and gradually lose interest around the time that you're asked to go to Chinatown. I think if you did that, you'd end up remembering the game very fondly.
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autumn-foxfire · 3 months ago
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I've spent the better part of the day playing the new Genshin update and am in a good mood so I've decided it's time for me to tackle the London section of Detective Conan.
As I've said on an earlier post, I am looking forwards to aspects such as Shinichi's pure enjoyment about being in London but there are others that I am not *cough* the "confession" *cough*
Honestly, why are they surprised that "Conan" can speak English. His name is very much English in nature, most people would assume that he has an English parent or was raised in America/England.
But it's very cute that Shinichi did not miss an opportunity to go visit the home of his hero!
I genuinely can't believe his parents have never taken their son to London... it almost seems cruel considering they love to travel and it's clear their son would adore to visit such a location...
And you'd think that with all the connections Yuusaku has, he could have gotten his son and Ai a passport to help make their identities real and give them the chance to travel. But judging from how they've also never taken their son to LONDON I think it's pretty clear they don't give much of a damn.
It's also so Gosho can force what happens.
Ai is incredibly kind however, to give Shinichi the chance to go to London despite the risks.
Oh this also makes me incredibly sad because Ran shouldn't spend her money on Shinichi who knows he'll be coming to London, she should get souveniers for herself. Shinichi as Conan could have said he'd get them.
It's the pink shirt T-T The pink shirt of doom.
SHINICHI IS SUCH AN ADORABLE NERD!
Oh Shinichi did try and stop her from getting him souveniers. Well at least he tried to stop her.
Of course you've made her mad Shinichi, she wants to do something nice for you and you blew her off because you're hiding a secret you don't need to hide from her.
Shinichi and his ability to stumble on a case.
It's so weird to hear british accents in DCMK...
Minerva is a bit of a bitch but Ran also needs someone to tell her to ditch Shinichi and move on. Yes, what she did could have been seen as insensitive but as the audience we know that's not the case so Shinichi is just causing her more pain than needed.
Does it not concern Shinichi at all at how easy it is for him to lie to Ran? Because it concerns me a lot.
HOLMES IS WRONG SHINICHI. FOOD IS FUEL.
Shinichi DOES NOT DESERVE RAN.
Yes, that's the appropriate reaction to have to your "love interest". Flee. Fuck I hate their canon relationship so much.
Okay, but what is with Ran's reaction too?! Honestly I'd run as well. Lord give me strength.
Get hurt, idiot.
WHY WOULD SHE KNOW YOU'RE KUDO SHINICHI?!
ALL RAN HAS ASKED IS IF PEOPLE HAD SEEN A JAPANESE BOY! SHE NEVER SAID THE AGE OF THE BOY SHE WAS CHASING! MY GOD THIS IS SO DUMB!
HE'S RUNNING BECAUSE YOU'RE SCREAMING HIS NAME IN A WAY THAT SUGGESTS YOU WANT TO HURT HIM?!
Ran has every right to be mad with Shinichi but damn is this moment so contrived and stupid!
Ran is crying her eyes out and Shinichi still only cares about the case when Ran is sharing how fucking hurt she is?! RAN DITCH SHINICHI.
...4 more episodes left.
I'm honestly so disgusted that it took a half-hearted "confession" that he only did because Ran was in so much pain caused by his actions for her to forgive his behaviour. Fuck Gosho and fuck how he writes Ran.
"This is the name of a story Shinichi told me about before" and it's a flashback of her getting mad at him and then complaining about him enjoying Holmes.
"Why hasn't the killer been arrested yet?" because the police suck!
Ran doesn't even want to see Shinichi after his great "confession" how telling.
Ran just assaults the man instead of asking kindly for him to roll up his pant legs... She and Shinichi are really competing for who is the most unlikable in these episodes.
Ignoring a threat? Sounds like the police here. Unless that threat is someone who isn't white and british and usually they're not a threat.
I can understand why the English are speaking slow for the sake of Japanese watchers but it really reminds me of children learning shows and is throwing me off a little XD
GREMLIN CHILD
He was just going to tranquilize a security guard to get in T-T
I mean, out of all of them, Shinichi has the most experience with guys who chase their appearance.
Shinichi shouting out in the crowd was adorable. He's redeemed himself a little from this clusterfuck of a set of episodes.
And of course his parents already know but are just leaving it all to their young son because all parents in dcmk are SHIT. Don't forget that. "But Foxy, it's more entertaining for the MC to save the day" it is but the price of that is him having extremely terrible parents.
Okay but Gosho does realize how bad this is right? Comparing Ran and Shinichi's relationship with Ares and Minerva. Minerva said that she doesn't want Ares to hold back from what he loves meanwhile Shinichi is constantly holding Ran back and making her wait for him. He does see the difference, right.
What Shinichi did wasn't a confession. He told her she was trouble and then said how could he understand the heart of the girl he likes. MAYBE RECOGNIZE SHE IS EXTREMELY HURT AND DISTRESSED AND YOU'RE THE REASON WHY! It's a terrible confession and I am totally writing Ran rejecting it.
And Ai knows Shinichi is an idiot.
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endlessame · 10 months ago
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Actually, thinking more about it, the more I start to realize that... it makes sense. If we believe Kotoko with what she said about not having a sad or traumatic childhood... maybe something happened in her young adult years that made her into what she is today. I'm gonna keep pushing my agenda of regretful Kotoko, because I really, really think that even if we voted Kotoko innocent again (which I sadly doubt) she would not do the same thing again. Because we voted her innocent. We told her "hey, we approve of your ideas. Your morals are correct." And yet, look at Deep Cover. Is that the song of someone actually prideful? Not at fucking all! This is not a "It's Not My Fault". Actually, I think this is more of a "Backdraft" type song! Like. Let's analyze some parts of the lyrics which I think are. Genuinely really interesting.
At first, I think we should remember something important. The whole concept of Milgram. These are Kotoko's feelings. And I see it as a layered thing. You can stay with the obvious surface layer! Kotoko beat everyone up, she's evil. In her MV she sees herself as a guard, in control of the prison. She doesn't regret anything, we're voting her guilty.
And, you know? That is a completely fair way to see it! I just have this really personal belief about MILGRAM and forgiveness. I believe Kotoko represents the most brutal part of Milgram's whole moral system, but I'll explain that later on.
The thing with Milgram is, you can choose to stay in the upper level. And no one will judge you for that. But... also you can try to look at the motives. Look, analyze, understand… and forgive. I think what this is all about. And looking at Deep Cover, I don't see a person saying that they've got full control over the prison. I see an scared, regretful person trying to convince herself that she has even the slightest bit of control left in her situation.
Now I want to draw some attention into some lines I've seen... not a lot of people say anything about?
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Who don't we want? Give me the verdicts of GUILTY. That's why I became your fangs, as the long awaited hero.
And,
So make yourselves my reason. Just choose the only choice, GUILTY. Say that sympathy is useless. Hate evil as the evil that is.
Damn, girl, ok!
Again, layered thing. We could say "Oh, this is just Kotoko telling us to vote everyone guilty because they are guilty except her...!" Do y'all really think she means that? Do you all really think she THINKS that? Because I really don't. I really believe Kotoko is pushing us to vote her guilty. She wants that. Why? Because as I said earlier, not only she's regretful, at least to some extent... but also she represents the worst parts of the Milgram ideology. Milgram tries to make us look at this prisoners as people with problems and struggles who drove them to murder. Milgram is asking us to understand, while Kotoko represents the hatred and the desire for revenge that Milgram, specially Jackalope, is trying to make us do so much. "You can vote based on whatever you want!" Yeah, we can, but that is not the right thing. If it's not clear by now, I'm a firm believer in the All-Inno theory. I believe every single prisoner should be voted innocent, and that doesn't mean that they will all end up as murderers believing that they're right. I just believe that that is what Milgram is trying to do, as in the end, this is THE Milgram experiment! We're being told to understand, reject the authoritarian voice and forgive. Maybe it's not the easy route. It is not, actually. But I believe is the correct one.
And now, I want to talk a bit about the girl. The girl who Kotoko killed to save. At first they had a good relationship, or so it seems? Kotoko took care of her, and they apparently met each other regularly? Until the thing we see at the end of the MV happened. What happened, really? Something happened between HARROW and Deep Cover.
So I translated this.
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I'm not the best at japanese, but it roughly says:
The murder incident that ocurred in Minato, Tokyo, is currently shaking Japan. The victim is Ado Kaneshiro (24). The fact that he is the only son of Kenyu Kaneshiro (68), the representative of Akebono Shimbun, and that the person who comitted it was a 20 year old female college student enrolled in a famous university in Tokyo also helps the topic of conversation. At a press conference, Mr. Kaneshiro appeared in front of countless cameras with tears in his eyes and criticized the brutal behavior of the female student. The judicial decision is this case is "legitimate defense". According to her, she had no choice but to kill the victim after getting into a scuffle while trying to stop the victim, who was caught kidnapping a minor. The defense argued that an elementary school girl who was present at the scene gave similar testimony, and that this constituted self-defense. However, Mr. Kaneshiro claimed at a press conference that a subsequent independent investigation revealed that the body had multiple bruises and wounds, indicating that he had been subjected to more violence than necessary. Furthermore, Mr. Kaneshiro announced that the elementary school student who was saved by the college student has retracted her testimony. In addition to the possibility that the elementary student had received some sort of threat. [...] This refers to the rumors about Mr. Kaneshiro. The female college student in question was hailed as a hero by [???] who said, ``An unidentified rumor of multiple murders has surfaced, and it is a legendary internet meme that leaves doubts about itself.'' It is said that there is Mr. Kaneshiro strongly condemned both.
Okay, so... this is a Really rough translation of what it says, I specially want you all to take the red part with a grain of salt. I don't think it's quite right, because Kotoko's finger makes them hard to read and translate. But there are some really interesting things. Hat girl retracted her testimony? Was this what upset Kotoko?
Anyway, I think by far the most interesting part about this is... the last part. That one about multiple murders, how Kotoko was hailed as a hero... and an internet meme? Did Kotoko by any chance become this kind of revered hero? Did she drown in the knowledge that she was right? I believe that Kotoko had a bit of a meltdown because not only she became what she hated the most, but also... everyone loved her for it? She's inviting us to vote her Guilty to continue the cycle. She wants us to keep punishing evil, and if that evil is her, so be it.
I honestly think this is an amazing way to end T2 because it leaves us with a question. Kotoko... will you forgive her? Will you understand what she did? Not only Kotoko, but everyone?
Or will you just say they're murderers and continue the cycle of guilt?
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Because, a 100%, this is the look of a heartless murderer. Not someone full of trauma and regret. Kotoko Yuzuriha regrets what she has done. I'm not saying that she's entirely putting up a façade, but she is not the vigilante murderer we all took her as.
Also, she refers to Es as another prisoner here. 11, Inept. Just something to note.
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They're still here, still here, it grates me.
Who's here, Kotoko...? Who are they? Finally, the symbol of the wolf again. I'm gonna repeat myself with my last post, but a lot of people have wrongly associated the wolf symbol with Kotoko, when in fact she was (or is) never depicted as such. She's always surrounded by them, she's part of the pack. But she's not a wolf. She's only going with them.
In HARROW, we see her surrounded by a pack of wolves, then the pack grows smaller and smaller until it ends with her alone and the skin of a wolf in her chair. And now, again, we don't see a wolf. We see a werewolf, a monstrous version of Kotoko.
What does this mean, genuinely? I'm sure Kotoko has a reason to act the way she acts. I really don't believe it's a traumatic childhood thing, I believe it's something a bit more recent.
Here's my final theory.
I believe Kotoko at first acted in a group, either in an official thing, such as the police, or just a group of vigilantes. But something happened, probably their views weren't lining properly, which caused her to quit. Where they too violent? Or the opposite, were they too tame for what Kotoko wanted?
Anyhow, I believe this last shot symbolizes that Kotoko doesn't really want to have much to do with her old group. But something has made her remember them. And made her be just like them.
I guess only time will tell.
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celestiall0tus · 2 months ago
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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 63 - Commemoration
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            Adrien laid curled up on Alix’s bed with Felix beside him and Plagg as a cat on his face. Alix stepped back into the room to see the boys still in a deep sleep. She grumbled as she rolled Adrien over the edge, then Felix. The boys woke up and glared at her.
            “What gives?” Felix barked.
            “Get your asses up. We have a memorial to go to today. Bathroom’s open. Feel free to fight over it,” Alix remarked.
            Felix and Adrien exchanged glances before they erupted into a brief scuffle. Felix kicked Adrien away and ran to claim his prize. Adrien sighed and shuffled over to the guest room while Alix got ready. He flopped onto the guest bed and stared at the ceiling. Plagg jumped up and onto his chest where he curled up and purred. He smiled and hugged Plagg as he closed his eyes.
            It had been a long month since Mayura’s attack. The government had worked tirelessly to settle things down and get the final tallies to organize a proper memorial for the fallen. Chloe had told Adrien about this three weeks ago, and he dreaded it back then, but things have changed.
            Adrien noticed with each day he woke up, the pain was quieter, smaller. How it went from a thunderous roar to a far-off whisper ever since Plagg allowed Adrien to cuddle him. He wondered if it was Plagg that was doing something or that it was genuinely the healing nature of a cat’s purr. Either way, he loved and hated it. On one hand, everything felt lighter than it did three weeks ago. He didn’t have this weight on his shoulders after Sabrina’s death, and so many others. But on the other hand, he didn’t like that it felt like he didn’t care. He felt that he should still be in mourning but couldn’t bring himself to anymore. Even Emilie, who he still grieved, he couldn’t bring himself to mourn anymore.
            Adrien opened his mouth when a knock came. He sat up as Felix walked in.
            “Alright, Adrien, get ready. We’ve got a long day ahead of us,” Felix announced.
            “You’re not going to pester Kagami today, are you?” Adrien asked.
            “How dare you accuse me of such things. I would never pester a goddess such as herself.”
            “Didn’t I hear from Kaalki that you had been stalking the Japanese girl to learn her schedule?” Plagg asked.
            “What?” Adrien roared.
            Felix shrugged and turned away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
            “Felix, not cool! Can’t you approach this in a way that doesn’t make you into a total creep?”
            “I don’t see what the issue is. How else am I supposed to know when she has a free moment to talk to her?”
            “That’s not how you do this shit, Felix. Fuck, how did you even win Kagami’s heart in the first place if this was what you were doing before?”
            “It was not like this. She at least was willing to talk to me and didn’t question when I randomly showed up to display my affection and admiration for her.”
            “So, what I’m hearing is, she was settling for you?” Alix butted in.
            “Excuse you! I am Felix Graham de Vanily. I am the peak of what any woman would want.”
            Alix smirked. “My, forgive me, but where is this Graham de Vanily you speak of. All I see is a future Kubdel that has to slum it up with the rest of the peasants.”
            Felix recoiled. “Don’t you dare make such wild accusations. My mum is not that hopeless.”
            “You’re right. At least your mom has game and taste, Kagami too if she’s smart enough not to settle for you. Fuck, it took you, what, a few months to win Kagami’s heart before, right? Bet you can’t do it again by the end of the summer.”
            “Oh, I see. A little wager. Fine. I bet you I can win Kagami back by the end of the summer and show you that Kagami isn’t settling and I’m perfect for her.”
            “Fine, but you can’t do it through stalking her. And! If you lose and I win, you get to dress like a commoner with clothes I choose for a week.”
            Felix gasped and recoiled, then collected himself. “Fine. But if you lose and I win, you get to dress like a civilized lady with clothes I pick for a week.”
            Alix glared at Felix. “You son of a bitch. Fine. Deal?”
            “Deal. And be sure to send me your measurements so I can get the clothes ready.”
            Alix crossed her arms and grumbled while Felix strutted out of the room.
            “Hey, you’re not going to sabotage him, are you?” Adrien asked.
            “Don’t need to. He’ll do that himself at this rate. She wants nothing to do with him, and he won’t let go. He’ll ruin things on his own at this rate.”
            Adrien frowned as Alix left. He sighed and looked down at Plagg.
            “Should we do something?” Adrien asked.
            Plagg hummed then turned his head away. “Not my circus, not my monkeys. You want to do something, then by all means, but I won’t. Besides, why worry when you have other things higher on your priority list? Like this commemoration thing.”
            Adrien stiffened, then sighed. “Right. Well, I’ll go get ready.”
            “Adrien, are you ok?”
            “I… I don’t know. I’m just a little worried how today might go.”
            “What do you mean?”
            “Hearing that she’s gone, reminded that she’s gone, perhaps even seeing her as a statue or something, I don’t know how I’ll feel. The past three weeks, I’ve noticed the love I’ve had for her evaporate as it was easier and easier by the day, and I hate it. I want it to hurt. I want to miss her, because it reminds me that I loved her.”
            Adrien glanced back at Plagg to see if Plagg gave any reaction, but Plagg maintained a stoic face.
            “I suppose there’s no point in putting things off any longer. Stay here, Plagg. I’ll be back soon and then we’ll leave.”
            “See you soon, Adrien.”
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            Chat Noir stood on a stage with Bloody Bug and the rest of the team. A massive crowd had gathered along with reporters from every station. He scanned the various news crews and saw many familiar faces, but didn’t see Nadja amongst them. A slight stab of sorrow struck him as he assumed she might have been one of the lost.
            “You ready, heroes?” the President asked.
            “We’re ready. Let’s begin,” Bloody Bug said.
            The President nodded and began the ceremony. Chat Noir didn’t listen as he looked around as his eyes landed on the pair of walls behind him. His ears drooped as he glanced over the long list of names of everyone that died during the attack. In between the walls was a large object covered in a tarp. He assumed it was a statue of some sort for the fallen heroes.
            Chat Noir turned away from the wall and bowed his head as he tuned in and out of the President’s speech. He tuned back in when the President mentioned a token to honor the fallen. He watched as the President removed the tarp to reveal a statue of Fennec, Bomb Bee, Badb, and Porcelet. A moment of silence followed where everyone bowed their heads except for him as he stared at the statue of Porcelet.
            Chat Noir’s heart dropped, but not because he missed Porcelet, rather because he didn’t miss her. He forced sorrow up in a desperate attempt to lament the girl he loved, but there was nothing. He hated that he looked at her face and felt nothing for the girl that always made him smile. For the girl that was patient and understanding with him when she had every right to not be. For the girl that he loved with all his heart, there was nothing anymore, and he hated it.
            Chat Noir looked away as he fought the bubbling anger. He wanted to feel something for the girl he loved. He wanted to lament the love they had that was now gone. He wanted to cherish the happy moments, but everything felt dull and lost. Any love, any sign that he cared, was just gone, and it confirmed what he had initially thought: Plagg did something. He knew there was no way he would have let go of Porcelet so easily. It took over a year to mourn Emilie, but barely a month for Porcelet? Something wasn’t right.
            Chat Noir tuned out the ensuing speeches from the President and Bloody Bug. He itched to return home and confront Plagg, but the ceremony dragged on as people took their chances to mourn the dead with the heroes. The crowd finally dispersed enough that they would be allowed to leave, but Bloody Bug pulled him aside with the President. His tail flicked in annoyance, something that the President noticed.
            “I do apologize for taking up your time, but I wanted to thank you both for the part you played in saving us all. I know the death toll may not be something to celebrate, but we’re alive because of the two of you. For your service, I would like to offer you both a boon, so long as it is within my power to grant, you name it,” the President said.
            “That’s generous, but I don’t need-,” Bloody Bug started.
            “The late Mayor Bourgeois was set to release one Gabriel Agreste, the one that was Hawkmoth, into the custody of Amelie Graham de Vanily, his family. I would like to see this done for his son, Adrien Agreste,” Chat Noir butted in.
            “I’m not too sure. He was still a villain, and there is the legal trouble he has found himself in. Even if,-,” the President started.
            “He was a menace, but no more than a delinquent committing small scale vandalism. I’m sure Cat and I can count all the times on both hands the public didn’t even know there was a villain out that he made. It’s why I ask that all the legal nonsense is dropped in addition to Cat’s ask,” Bloody Bug added.
            “Very well, though I will be putting him on house arrest just to play it safe, but I’ll see him released before the end of the week.”
            Chat Noir let out a relieved breath as he fought back a smile. “Thank you.”
            The President nodded, said his good-byes, and left. Chat Noir waited until the President was gone before he cried and grinned.
            “Thank you, Bug. I… I was a little worried with Chloe’s dad’s death, I wouldn’t have a chance to make amends with Gabriel. I just… thank you.”
            “Yeah, well, it’s important to you. You want to set things straight with you and your old man. I can respect that. Well, we better get home, and before Llameri drags us along on his attempts to win over who-know-who.”
            Chat Noir nodded. He and Bloody Bug returned home, de-transforming in a nearby alley before they headed inside. They stopped in the sitting room where Alim and Amelie sat. Alim looked up from his book while Amelie looked up from her phone. Amelie jumped to her feet and ran up to Adrien and Alix, giving them each a big hug.
            “Hi, kids! How was the commemoration for our big heroes?”
            “The same for everyone else. It’s more what happened after that is of any interest,” Alix remarked.
            “Oh? What happened?” Amelie asked.
            “The President offered his personal thanks and offered Bug and myself a pair of boons. We used them both to see Gabriel given a full pardon for his crimes and have him released into your custody, Aunt Amelie,” Adrien explained.
            “You… what? Just like that? No legal anything. He’ll just be released?”
            Adrien nodded and looked at Alim. “I know this is unexpected, but would he be allowed to stay here? Just for however long Aunt Amelie is going to stay in Paris.”
            “Oh, dear Adrien, I’ll be staying in Paris from now on,” Amelie cheered.
            “You are? What about your flat in London?”
            “Oh, that old thing? Don’t even think about it. Mother and Father will sort it out. Though they’ll be a little upset, but they’ll get over themselves, eventually.”
            “I don’t understand.”
            “Remember when I called Felix a ‘future Kubdel?’” Alix asked.
            “Yes? Wait, are you and Alim actually dating? For real?” Adrien asked Amelie.
            Alim joined the group and pulled Amelie close. “We are. And I did tell Amelie that she and Felix were welcome to stay here if they desired.”
            Amelie grinned as she threw her arms around Alim and laid her head on his shoulder. “That’s right. And I wanted to stay here. Besides, I know Felix could use a better father figure in his life that isn’t that miserable man, Colt. Who better than my sweetie?”
            “Baby steps, Amelie. Felix doesn’t seem too keen on this arrangement we have.”
            Alix snorted. “Please. Boy is too busy trying to win the affections of a girl that wants nothing to do with him that he’s basically stalking her.”
            Alim and Amelie looked at Alix. “Excuse me?”
            “Yeah, he basically said without actually admitting to it that he’s been stalking Kagami to get a chance to speak to her.”
            Amelie looked at Alim with fear and concern.
            “Do you know anything else?” Alim asked.
            “Nothing more than that.”
            “Oh, no! Alim, what am I going to do? I’ve never had to deal with this. Have you? What do I do?” Amelie rambled.
            Alim placed a reassuring hand on Amelie’s shoulder. “I’ll help you. I’ve not dealt with this, and I hope not to with my own, but I’ll help you figure this out.”
            “Don’t worry, Dad. Stalking is the last resort of the weak that don’t have game. And low self-esteem it seems too. Anyway, I’m off to my room,” Alix remarked.
            Adrien gave Alim and Amelie an awkward smile before he joined Alix in her room. She plopped down in her desk chair while he sat on her bed. Tikki and Fluff materialized and hovered around Alix. They were joined by Daizzi, who Adrien was seeing for the first time how much smaller Daizzi was now compared to Tikki and Fluff. Before they were all roughly ten centimeters in height, but now Tikki and Fluff were nearly double the height of Daizzi.
            “Plagg, where are you?” Adrien asked.
            A moment passed before Plagg materialized. Adrien’s eyes widened seeing Plagg in his kwami form now the same size as Tikki and Fluff instead of the smaller size of Daizzi.
            “Woah! When did you get so big?” Adrien asked.
            “It’s a side effect of being unbound, so to speak,” Alix answered.
            “Unbound?”
            “Yeah. The Order put a lot of limitations on the kwamis that altered them. I’m still sorting through all these changes, but on the surface, their size, personality, and even concept can change.”
            “That’s right. I’m technically not just Evolution anymore. I’m all of time,” Fluff remarked.
            Adrien paled. “That sounds… dangerous.”
            “Oh, hardly. Well, yes, it can be, but no more than your Creation and Destruction.”
            “She is right, Adrien. Time might sound dangerous on paper, but it isn’t compared to the fundamentals of creation and destruction,” Plagg remarked.
            “Right, speaking of, what did you do to me?” Adrien demanded.
            “What happened? Plagg, what did you do?” Tikki asked.
            “That’s what I’d like to know. I know I should still be mourning Rin. I know I should still be sad and missing her, but I don’t. There’s nothing there anymore when there should be. I know I loved her. I know I cared about her, but it doesn’t feel that way. This didn’t start until you started to help me. So, I ask again, what did you do?” Adrien asked.
            Plagg sighed. “Fine. I may or may not have slowly erased those lingering feelings you had for Sabrina to help you move on faster and stop being all mopey.”
            Adrien, Tikki, Daizzi, and Alix’s eyes widened as their jaws dropped while Fluff didn’t react. Plagg opened his mouth again when Tikki flew up into his face.
            “What is wrong with you? You promised you wouldn’t meddle with mortals like that anymore!” Tikki hissed.
            Plagg snarled and hissed back. “Those feelings were getting in the way, Sugarcube. I had to get rid of them to help my holder.”
            “I don’t care! It’s wrong to erase those feelings from mortals. They are what make everything worth remembering and living. They are what give rise to so much, and you stole it all away.”
            “That’s fine for all your holders, but I don’t like my holders being all sad and boggled down emotions. I cleared his mind, just as I did with Eve.”
            “Wait, you did what?” Adrien asked.
            “Don’t worry about it,” Plagg hissed.
            “Back in the day, Eve deeply regretted what she did to Eden and Adam that she spiraled into a depression. Since Plagg was the first one she used, and was technically her holder, Plagg erased her feelings over it to make her move on and get back on her feet,” Fluff explained.
            “Shut your trap! No one asked you!” Plagg yowled.
            “No one ever does, but that doesn’t stop me from voicing my thoughts,” Fluff remarked as she stuck out her tongue.
            “Enough! Plagg, seriously, you said you wouldn’t do that anymore. You rob mortals of precious emotions and the memories that come with them. Yes, it can help alleviate the sorrow and whatever else they’re feeling, but at the cost of the love and joy they had felt with those memories. You did it to Eve, and you did the same thing to Adrien,” Tikki butted in.
            “Oh, I see how it is. When I do it, it’s wrong, but when Velze did this stuff, everyone praised him. What’s so different between him and me? What makes him the exception and what makes me the one that needs to live up to rules you set up for yourself?” Plagg argued back.
            “Because this age is not the one where Velze lived in. Because Velze didn’t have to worry about being misused and abused like we did. Because when someone tried to put Velze on, they always died. His power was too great for one person to use, however we are not like him.”
            “But we are at the same time, Sugarcube. You and I, along with that annoying cretin, are no longer bound by the morals of mortals. We are allowed simply to be and act as we were meant to. As Velze would have. Isn’t that what you always wanted? Don’t you want to be the Sugarcube you were before we were limited?”
            “I do, but not at the expense of my holders. Why? Because they matter too. They’re living being just like you and I. And even if their lifespans are finite, that doesn’t make any of their experiences any less meaningful than our own. It’s why we should never rob them of those experiences. How would you like it if someone erased your feelings for me, Plagg? Tell me, how would you feel? Because take those feelings and now apply them to Adrien because that’s exactly what you did to him.”
            Plagg glared at Tikki for a moment before he scoffed and turned away. He glanced back at her and then vanished. She sighed and turned to Adrien.
            “I’m sorry for this, Adrien. It’s been a very long time since we’ve been like this. More than 10,000 years to be exact.”
            Adrien’s eyes widened. “Ten-! You’ve all existed that long?”
            “More or less. A lot of it was spent in containment thanks to the Order with us limited. However, without those limitations and back to being like we were that long ago, some are eager to return to what we were like back then.”
            “Or others just returning to the status quo we’ve kept all these years, like Plagg and myself,” Fluff remarked.
            Tikki sighed. “Or that. Some were lucky not to have themselves completely rewritten. Unlike myself. So, we’re… relearning as it were, to find ourselves again in this newer world. One that didn’t leave room for what some of us were meant to be. Granted it doesn’t excuse Plagg’s actions, but there really is no changing him unless he decides it for himself.”
            “Is there a way to restore those feelings he took?” Adrien asked.
            “Not to what they were, no. I can create new ones that mirror the old, but they won’t feel the same. They’d only be a small comfort compared to the ones before.”
            Adrien sighed and looked away. “I understand you’re all changing, but why did he do this? Why did he take them away without asking?”
            “Because he is order to balance the chaos of creation. Part of that order is to maintain a status quo, particularly in his holders. It’s why he erased Eve’s regret and guilt. It’s why he erased your love for Sabrina. He is acting on his nature, for better or worse. And part of that is making sure his holders maintain a status quo.”
            “You’re not to let that cat anywhere near me. I don’t care what he is, he is not to do any of that shit to me,” Alix remarked.
            “He won’t so long as you’re his holder. Though, to be fair with you, he would have dulled you down quite a bit. You’re a little… too chaotic for Plagg’s liking, but that’s why I love you.”
            Alix smiled as Tikki nuzzled her.
            “But what do I do?” Adrien asked.
            “Well, you still have the memories. Even if you can’t feel the love that supposed to be with them, you can at least cherish them. They may not be the same, but hey, at least you still have them,” Fluff remarked.
            Adrien frowned and looked at the floor.
            “We’re sorry, Adrien,” Tikki said.
            “No, it’s not your fault. I just… I didn’t think he’d do something like this, and it hurts,” Adrien whispered.
            Tikki and Fluff exchanged glances and bowed their heads. Alix moved from her chair to the bed with Adrien.
            “Hey, you gonna be ok with this?”
            “I suppose. Maybe, I don’t know. If just hurts right now. I really loved Sabrina, and it hurts knowing Plagg took away that just to return things to whatever he wanted them to be.”
            “I know. And, like Fluff said, you still have the memories. You still have those to remind you that you loved each other. Even if it may not feel like it and those memories may have soured, they’re still proof that you loved each other.”
            Adrien let out a harsh laugh as tears fell from his eyes. “Speaking from experience, are we?”
            “You know exactly who I talk about when I say this.”
            Adrien glanced at Alix, then looked away again. “Right. I’m sorry. I just… this is hard.”
            “It’s going to be, and Plagg didn’t make it any easier, but we’re here for you. In fact, I know you were going to do it anyway, but keep Daizzi for as long as you want. Even if you don’t feel what you did before, keep her around as that reminder of Sabrina until you feel the time for mourning has passed. Sound good?”
            “Are you sure? I… I want to, but I know that we’ll need to find new team members.”
            “In due time. The wounds are still fresh, with a few beginning to heal. Give them all a little more time before we begin recruiting. And when that time comes, you can choose who gets Daizzi. Ok?”
            Adrien nodded.
            Alix smiled and hugged Adrien. “I love you, bro.”
            Adrien smiled weakly and hugged Alix. “I love you too, sis. And thank you.”
            “Always. We’re family, and family stick together.”
            Fresh tears sprung from Adrien’s eyes as he broke down in a sobbing fit. Alix held him tight as she comforted him. Everything hurt in that moment. The loss of his love for Sabrina. Plagg’s betrayal. The empty memories that were his only reminder. It all cut deep, but he just needed time. Time he would take now.
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lisiprom · 1 year ago
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I started playing Fashion Dreamer yesterday. I thought I'll play for few minutes but suddenly I spend on game like 6 hours lol. It's really addicting though I feel like it can get pretty repeptitive after I'll get most of the clothes I like. I like online features, especially how you can get Lookits from other players. I've got two from japanese players and they were super cute. I just hope I'll get more cute clothes so I can do lookits for other players 'cause rn I don't have that much nice stuff. Also I'm looking forward to future free dlc, hope it'll prolongate games lifetime.
I have to admit I miss managing my own boutique. I mean I knew that FD won't be another SS but still it's something I really miss. Also while stories in SS weren't imho that enaging, they also made world more lively. FD feels more like old dress-up/sns games like Poupeegirl ( which I genuinely liked for what it was, now I'm getting nostalgic).
What I really don't like is gacha bs. I really hate when games you buy at full price pull this shit. I would be more forgiving if getting that 'locked' stuff would involve some kind of cute mini-game, like maybe some simple puzzles or rhythm game? Watching gacha go brrr is irritating for me instead of thrilling.
Unfortunately search function is fucking shit and I'm genuinely upset by that lol. In SS games searching for that one item was really smooth. In FD it's an absolute nightmare. Another thing is that after you get to making lookit and you forget what you were looking for you have to get out of it and start again. Or maybe I just haven't noticed prompts on screen ( it was late I was tired so it may be issue on my side).
Overall while I'm not entirely satisfacted with this game I still think that I'll manage to sink some hours in it since making outfits is super fun.
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emblemxeno · 1 year ago
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I don't think that arguing that Takumi never explicitly forgives Corrin in the JP version of CQ Chapter 28 is the right way to go about defending that scene anymore tbh; Takumi pretty clearly forgives them for the pain they caused him immediately afterwards, also wishing them a typical Japanese farewell as if they were just going to work at the end, implying that he's looking forward to reuniting with them if and when they pass away too:
Corrin: I’m sorry too…Your resentment is my fault. …I also wanted you to call me sister. Once this war was over, I thought it was possible to have a good sibling relationship with you. But even so… This happened. …I am truly sorry.
Takumi: No, it’s already okay. You accepted my hatred and came here. That was enough. Thank you, sister…
Takumi: Have a nice day, big sister!!
The actual defense for the scene should be that the “you accepted my hatred” line is a direct reference to what JP! Corrin said when they let themselves get hit by Fallen Takumi in the hopes that it'd fix his condition, meaning he only forgave them after he was rid of all the excess resentment Anankos gave him, reunited with Mikoto and Ryoma, was very likely informed by Ryoma of Corrin's true intentions for Hoshido after the war was over (including risking their own life and disobeying orders to save Hinoka), saw them be so overcome with guilt for what happened to him that they practically commited suicide, and had a heart-to-heart with him where they apologized for the pain they caused him, which is a perfectly reasonable way for Takumi to get over his issues with Corrin.
The localization still fucks this up due to having Takumi state he wanted to befriend them right up until he fell from Susanoo, implying he never took issue with Corrin at any point in Conquest outside of Anankos forcing him to (including while they were helping in the invasion and he had no way of knowing why they were doing so), whereas he's very blatantly reffering solely to his acting like a dick towards them in Chapter 5 in order to try and make himself look tough despite wanting to get to know them better back then in JP.
All in all, i actually prefer Takumi forgiving Corrin after dying, reconciling with his family members, seeing them sacrifice themselves out of guilt, and having a heartfelt talk with them over the defense of “oh he never explicitly says he forgives them in JP so you can't claim that he does so”, since it'd both be wrong due to his next two lines and be somewhat of a copout for Takumi to still dislike Corrin even during that scene but never express that anywhere in his tone or dialogue, whereas the former is a genuinely strong and logical conclusion for his character conflict throughout Conquest.
That's a very good perspective! I never really thought of it from that angle before, but translation does muddy things a bit. I'll have to give it some thought, since I always had complicated thoughts about how Corrin is treated by the family members and how I think it flows from story compared to supports and such
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neomedievalist · 2 years ago
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Defending Shirou Emiya Being Sexist Mental Gymnastics
hi everyone. did you think i was going to post an extremely long analysis post defending my favourite character being a misogynist today? no? thats what you're getting! the reception to this post could genuinely either be "What the fuck are you actually talking about" or "i thought this was obvious?" i truly do think this is the intent behind all of this writing it just can be very easy to well...see it for what it is, which is incredibly fair.
first of all. fate is a product of its time. it is a 2004 japanese visual novel. it is astonishingly progressive in some aspects but it really, really isnt in others. so going in, the sort of. blatant Vn Protag Behavior from shirou really surprised me and made me uncomfortable and dissapointed at first. it felt out of character. until i thought about it a bit more.
its easy to get annoyed at him for being literally sexist because... he is. or rather, he is a character that exists in a sexist society, written by an author who also exists in a sexist society. but the one obvious thing about shirou is that all of his actions are based around projecting. forgive this text dump as i didnt screenshot it when i was first playing:
"That again? It is only natural for a Servant to fight. How about you, Shirou? Why are you, a Master, telling me not to fight?"
"Well, that's――" I unconsciously hesitate to reply. …Well, battles are inevitable as long as I've decided to fight as a Master. I know I'm contradicting myself by telling Saber not to fight. But still… I can't let something like that happen again.
"Then I would like to ask you instead. It seems that you dislike battles, but do you really expect to survive the Holy Grail War like that? It seems that we will only be defeated by other Masters if we follow your policy."
――Of course not. I will repel dangers that come at me, and I don't intend to get killed helplessly. But completely aside from that, I don't want Saber fighting.
"No. I don't hate the fighting. I just, um――" It must be much simpler than that. In short, I…
"――Um, girls can't get hurt. As a guy, I can't let that happen. So if I'm going to let you fight, I'm going to fight myself." "Wha――you are saying you will not let me fight because I am a woman…!?"
this entire conversation is blatantly because shirou has run out of excuses to throw himself into danger. if you only take the most surface level reading of this, he's just being obnoxious and sexist for literally no reason, but that's not what's actually going on here. note the parts i bolded. first of all, he's struggling to come up with something to deflect rin and saber's confrontation. keep asking yourself questions. okay, he doesn't want girls to get hurt. specifically, he doesn't want saber to get hurt. why does he not want saber to get hurt? he wants to protect her, as he wants to protect everyone, and in turn, make himself the target instead. he wants to be the one getting hurt protecting someone else because he sees himself in moral debt. this has nothing to do with gender, he's just using it as a cheap tactic to deflect, it makes saber and rin angry, which works because they're no longer talking about him being psychologically fucked up. right after, this conversation follows:
"…! Are you not the one getting worked up over insignificant things…!? Are you saying you do not want to be protected by a woman!? My body is that of a heroic spirit. Forget about such trivial aspects!"
"It's not trivial at all! Geez, it's not okay for me even if it's okay for you! It was a mistake from the beginning to have someone fight in my place. I can't――"
I can't allow someone to get hurt, In place of saving me. I should be the one doing the saving. I have been working hard to become a person who can help others like my father, so――
"doing the saving" here is interchangable with "getting hurt". i'll make a full post about this later but shirou views himself getting hurt protecting someone as inherently positive, as using his body as a meat shield is one of the only things he can actually do to "help". in other words, hes fighting against his own sense of worthlessness here.
"…I am saying that you are mistaken. I have never thought of myself as a woman, and I have never been treated as one.
Saber's comment stops the conversation. "―――――" As I use the kitchen knife, I feel irritated by Saber's comment.
"…I've been wondering for a while, but just what does she think she is?" For some reason, I'm getting annoyed.
shirou isn't getting mad here because of some misgivings about gender identity. he's hearing 'woman' and interpreting it as 'person'. frequently shirou will say things like "i'm a guy, so this is normal." this always felt to me like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything. he's trying to convince himself he's normal, just like any guy in his class, and still has normal emotions, just like any of his peers. just like he says right at the beginning. his body survived, but everything else about him burned up into ashes. to keep his body alive, his heart died. Can you still believe this post is about him being sexist? the POINT here is that "being a guy" and "being a girl" to him always has the invisible word "normal" before it. being a normal, ordinary guy, who goes to school and has friends and doesn't have something severely psychologically wrong with him. to him it means being young and innocent and having fun without all of the trauma he faced and the baggage he has. like an ordinary high schooler, having crushes, going on dates and stuff. he excludes himself from that, and yet he can't help but cling to it and insist he really is just like everyone else, especially in the prologue.
in the end, like everything else, it all comes back to him projecting on saber. because he sees her firmly deny being a woman, which is to say, being an ordinary person, like he does, and he sees it uncomfortably reflected back on himself, because he thinks he cant really live normally but at least SABER should be able to right? because that's what it means to protect someone. so when he gets upset that saber doesn't see herself as a woman, he's upset that she doesn't get to live as a person, and he's also upset at himself that he also doesn't have that.
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radfemcroatia · 15 days ago
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My bad experience in a radfem Discord server - XY Cemetery by tomieradfem [4/5]
If you haven't read it, go to the first post (link below).
If you don't care, keep scrolling.
Almost done.
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I wasn't using Reddit as sole proof. I know Reddit is shit. Here's the post that I talked about:
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This + dozens of articles on google. You can look them up yourself. Forgive me for thinking shutter sounds are real, you morons.
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What a suprise you have no friends, truly.
Also this is why I called the server dead (she said it herself):
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THAT'S IT. I don't think anyone's with me right now but it's done!
FINAL:
List of insults:
Me to them: immature (after they called me immature)
Them to me: immature, fucking weirdo, sch!zo, literally insane, sch!zophrenic psych0tic r-word, racist? (shouldn't be used as an insult but whatever) (Ima actually censor these words I'm scared I'll actually get banned)
Plus: Riri you're not innocent, as polite as you were. Y'know, even when I was an immature 13 year old, I acknowledged and owned up to the fact that I was a bully and an asshole, even if I wasn't doing anything other than supporting my friend who is being a bully and an ass. Idk what you went through in the past, but you're not a victim here. Also you ARE your friends. You're just as bad as them.
Ngl, part of me still wishes we could make up and I could return to the server. I really loved the aesthetic and the fact that the server had many people my age. The conversations were casual and you could easily join in on the fun. There's so much more to that server that is REALLY cool and it has a lot of potential to be an amazing radfem community. Sadly, the owner and her friends are a bunch of bullies who couldn't handle one disagreement/misunderstanding. What a shame.
CONCLUSION: tomieradfem and her server are degenerate. If you're the type of person who stands up for themselves, I recommend you don't go there - but you do you.
(This is the reason why I've always argued with everyone since I was a child. I refuse to let anyone walk over me and I will always defend what I believe in, despite being outnumbered.)
If this didn't make me hate Japan, nothing will.
If anyone is here (probably 0 people) hope you were entertained, because I genuinely had fun making this! See ya around maybe!
Lastly,
Japanese women, I love you and stay safe ❤️
REAL LASTLY,
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scratchface · 2 years ago
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some more stanxeno musings based on info of dubious accuracy/validity from the fanbook, and other non stanxeno tidbits i've picked up
so from what i understand, xeno specifically sought stan out after stan won that shooting competition
yes baby xeno recruited baby stan to commit some baby crimes together
i fucking love them so much you don't understand
based on this, we can probably safely assume that stan lived somewhere near the college xeno was attending
i have no idea where this college is. my preference? stanford or caltech. probably stanford, since that would put them in the bay area where the KoS would find them thousands of years later. It just feels right. and also cuz the image of two preteens running around stanford causing trouble is hilarious.
we have no idea where xeno was born lol but again stan was probably raised near/around where ever xeno's college is sooooo as much as i loved the idea of southern smalltown stanxeno as much as anyone else, stan being a born bay area norcal gremlin does feel right. it explains so much.
back to the actual fanbook (I don't have xeno's pages yet, i only have some of stan's. if anyone finds more of their pages send them to me)
stan's treasure is the chewing tobacco xeno gave him.
their relationship is one of "absolute trust"
stan ended up becoming close with ryusui! i saw a lot of people surprised by this for some reason, even though we already knew this?? the previous extras established that stan and ryusui spent a lot of time training/hanging out together. its not a one-sided admiration thing on ryusui's side either, the word used to describe their relationship is "偉業"/lit. "sworn friend". im happy stan is making more genuine connections with people.
xeno is of course close with senkuu. i would love to talk more about this but alas i have not got my hands on these pages
so. some hinted at ships were confirmed in the fanbook. stanxeno was of course not confirmed. but it was also not denied (not even close! not even a hint of comp het!!). it is left entirely up to the reader's interpretation. i will say that a lot of japanese fans have noted that stan is described in relation to xeno the same way yuzuriha is described in relation to taiju, post-marriage. make of that what you will.
we been knew, but though these two were originally born only a month apart, stan is now years younger. i find that kinda cute but also bittersweet.
other non-stanxeno tidbits:
i seems charlotte is a nanami corp pilot now? she's also apparently older than her precious commander stan now too. cute!
ukyo/sai/hyoga are all close to stanxeno in age too. makes stan calling them the "junior science brigade" even funnier. sir you are only a few years older than them.
senkuu's type is people that do their thing without needing to be told to. basically, he's got a competency kink. which is kinda obvious when you consider the people he surrounds himself with (taiju, yuzuriha, kohaku, gen, chrome etc). and also explains why he's so quick to forgive and absorb all the antagonists like tsukasa, hyoga, moz, xeno, stan... they're all literally the type of person he likes most. RIP Luna, who is decidedly not, lmao
speaking of luna, apparently it took longer for her to wake up than the other americans. by, like, a year?? i saw something about max and carlos begging xeno for more nitric acid for her?? gotta admire their dedication to her, since the american team moved on from the area they were petrified, meaning carlos and max probably had to like, carry her statue with them? i dunno, somebody better than me at japanese tackle this one
mantle is younger than ukyo. mantle is younger than ukyo. mantle is younger than ukyo.
do you understand how funny that is
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magicalgirlagency · 2 years ago
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If we're being honest here, HP's worldbuilding is lazy, generic, not that interesting and mean-spirited all around.
And you know what? You're correct on that description, specially on the "mean-spirited" bit, because that's exactly what Ursula Le Guin has said before.
Like, the Houses system is just some fancy method of segregation and the students are forced into roles that clash with their true personalities and are stuck in stereotypes (specially in the case of Slytherin, as it was often the starting point of many of the series' villains).
And speaking of stereotypes, have you guys forgotten that the Goblins are anti-semistic? With their role as the overseers of the financial affairs of the Wizarding World? With their greediness and comically large noses? With an upcoming game where the player is tasked with stopping their rebellion at all costs?
And what about the House Elves, who are practically slaves? Who refused to leave their lives of servitude because they genuinely find pleasure in being slaves? And when Hermione wanted to fight against the mistreatment of non-human beings, she was quickly slammed down and called "crazy" for it?
And speaking of Hermione, she'd be a much better protagonist than Harry Potter himself. A story of a girl born into a magicless family making history at a magic academy is leagues more interesting than the same ol' boring story about some speshul boy with a pre-programmed destiny to fulfill.
And about Harry, his epilogue is so boring, because he just basically becomes a Wizard Cop. First of all: #ACAB, and second of all: There should be more magical jobs in the Wizarding World. VARIETY, people! Society doesn't solely consist of police forces! Defund that shit!
And still on the subject of Harry, his ship with Draco (Drarry) was also stupid. Like, why in the world would you ship a bully with the bullied?! Not to mention how Draco is just some rude, annoying and whiny brat who always threatens others with the wealth and power of his family when things doesn't go like he wanted instead of taking matters into his own hands and getting a fucking grip. Like, grow up, people; there are much better rivals-to-lovers couples out there, like Lumity (The Owl House) and Dianakko (Little Witch Academia).
And speaking of the fandom, I will never ever ever forgive the fact that the fans have actively contribuited to the Cringe Culture scandal with My Immortal back in the days. With so many other great fanfics out there with loads of potential, and you all went and gave attention to the most subpar and horridly-written one, just so you could bully alt fashion kids for trying to explore their styles?! No wonder why I still see young writers/artists feeling anxious and discouraged about their projects...
And don't get me started on the international magic academies, and how they perpetualize stereotypes (i.e.: african academy Uagadou specializes in animal shapeshifting) and monolith myths (i.e.: japanese academy Mahoutokoro houses all of Asia, and brazilian academy Castelobruxo houses all of Latin America).
And it's just not transphobia or racism, no; what about the Lycantrophy process being used as a metaphor for the HIV/AIDS scandal, and how it prejudiced and killed thousands of people within the queer community? And how Remus Lupin was treated like an outcast because of his ability to transform (also, I feel like an idiot, because I always thought Remus was french due to his surname being "Lupin", and I thought it was a reference to Maurice LeBlanc's Àrsene Lupin, but it turns out the Lupin was based on the scientific name for the wolves: Canis lupus)?
I mean, really! I could list all of that TERFy old hag's transgressions all day! That's not even half of it all!
And you might be asking yourself right now: "But Bunny! If you are so upset at how mean-spirited the Wizarding World is, then why don't you just make WBMRs for some of the characters?"
The answer is simple, my friend: "Because JKR knows".
She knows of the fanfics we write and the OCs that we make. She knows that we're displeased with her behavior, and she keeps doing it anyway. Even if we alert others of her incompetence and maliciousness, we're unknowingly giving traction to her and her work.
Case in Point: Her latest book, The Ink Black Heart, features an artist/animator being doxxed and murdered for being transphobic and disrespectful, and the villain of the story is a disabled Tumblr blogger, and the story even features fake tweets.
Oh, and did I mention that she wrote it under the pen name of Robert Galbraith, naming herself after the father of gay conversion therapies? Because Ms. Joanne doesn't do subtlety.
At least the comforting news is that a plenty of people nowadays are no longer dealing with her bullshit. The latest Fantastic Beasts movie was a flop, losing to Sonic the Hedgehog 2 and The Bad Guys; and Quidditch players have changed the name of their sport (it now goes by Quadball, btw) to divorce themselves of JKR's series.
A lot of people are at least showing to have some sense, and I'm satsified with that.
And to answer your question about the WBMRs: I will only work on them after the TERFy old hag herself is dead and gone. And when she dies, the celebration will certainly be bigger than when Good Ol' Lizzie kicked the bucket!
Peace out, and go find for other better series to consume/get engaged on!
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hamliet · 3 years ago
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I don't know if you're willing to open up this can of worms again, but aren't Isayama's infamous tweet and blog post at this point like 8/12 years old?
I'm saying this because people *still* consistently bring them up.
And as far as I know nothing else has been dug up? (I've been really looking for stuff and nobody really seems to be able to bring up anything else.)
Not that them being old makes them okay, but I feel like consistency is the key to understanding 'problematic' people.
J. K. Rowling just can't seem to shut the fuck up, your average creepy and wierd streamer dude just can't seem to shut the fuck up.
Companies with shitty work environments and their presidents just can't seem to be able to shut the fuck up.
I think I get the feeling Isayama can at least shut the fuck up.
Idk maybe we get some big crazy news tomorrow about how he's put all of his money into right wing shit or something, but as far as I know he's just planning to build a spa and maybe never draw manga again, right?
He did some philantrophy by auctioning off a sketch for AIDS orphans, I believe?
He also clarified Eren's genocide is supposed to be wrong?
I mean that's what I've found, I'm not even sure how many of these are true.
I'm just curious if anything else has cropped up/if you know.
But I also want to be careful about unnecessary praise.
So I am gonna answer this, but then don't really want more arguments, so asks arguing will be deleted (not on you Anon! This ask is fine, I just don't wanna get into it today).
Here's the thing about the internet: things never go away, and because things are still up, they're timeless. Ish. Even if they have been deleted.
Yeah, these comments are very old. I do genuinely get, however, because of what Japan did in WWII, why people who are directly affected in terms of their families (colonization like... doesn't just end) are not able to move past that. They don't have to. The effects are still felt today. No one has to forgive or move beyond it. I caution against telling people they need to move on from a comment supporting one of the men who participating in the abuse, even if the comment was not about the abuse. People are allowed to talk about their hurt and suspicion. I'll never say they can't.
That said, yes, it's entirely possible Isayama has learned more and realized by now. I hope he has. My guess would be that he has.
And that said, I would like to see each and every westerner who screams about the blog post specifically take a good long look at whether they've ever said good things about any of the founding fathers of America, who like owned slaves, or about other people revered in their country because I sure as hell want to tell you that none of us are innocent in this. None. Zero.
People are raised with different perspectives, and part of growing up means reexamining them. People, even historical people, are complex, and can have done great good and great evil (not saying this dude did any good; I don't know much about him).
Actually, y'know what, Americans should take a damn good look at Unit 731, and maybe have a "hmm" moment about why we as Americans never learn about Unit 731 in school. Like, it's not in any US textbooks. Could it be because the US, as much as we held the Nuremberg Trials for justice for the Holocaust, actually helped Japan get away with Unit 731 and the abuses in Manchuria because we got something out of it? (Spoilers: yes. We helped them get away with it in exchange for information gained from horrific human experiments.)
Maybe even take a look at Winston Churchill, a figure I've always had positive feelings about in history, been raised to revere, and then when once conversing with a Japanese friend, I told a funny story about how someone in my office used a lot of quotes from Churchill to encourage us during the pandemic. My friend, who is a wonderfully kind person, gave me a strange look, and then I realized that someone from a country that had been hit with two nuclear bombs might have a slightly different perspective on officials who authorized it.
The Holocaust allusion is the other Big Thing in SnK and is indefensible. The funny thing is I always get accused of defending this when I've always said it's indefensible and a terrible oversight, just because I don't believe the story is fascist and think it was unconscious rather than an act of conscious bigotry. Not that that makes it excusable or better, because it doesn't, and people can hate the work for that and talk about their hurt all they want. But enjoying the story doesn't inherently make someone bigoted (many Jewish people have spoken out about their love of it; they are just as valid as those offended). Yes, it's privilege sometimes to be able to ignore some things and not others, but... what goes into that is complicated.
We are all limited by our perspectives. If people who say you can't enjoy Harry Potter nowadays because you're financially benefitting Rowling have never or will never again buy chocolate from Nestle or Hershey (which use child slaves), then they can talk. Until then, focus on the planks in your own eyes (I completely get why many people will never enjoy HP again and support them in doing so, even if I continue to derive hope from the stories while acknowledging critique, and I know trans people on both perspectives who are all valid). Everyone has their own limits and compromises. It's important to be aware of them, yes, and to keep pushing for a better world and growing, but no one's getting through this earth pure. It's hard to say this without it sounding like an excuse. Maybe it is. I don't mean it to be. I don't know. I just know that I've never read another story that captures the grief of losing a parent in a way that speaks to me with such comfort like HP did.
Ideals and practice are not always the same thing; we're stumbling through a broken world on broken legs with a broken map. Let's look at the lighthouse (ideals) to chart our courses, and use our broken tools to haul ourselves forward, not focus on telling others their tools are bad. People screaming "you're a bad person if you ignore X!" are in sore need of a mirror. We should all work on ourselves.
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austajunk · 3 years ago
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How about our boy Nagisa Shingetsu? ^.^
You mean the saddest boy to ever exist? Sure, let’s talk about Nagisa!
My first impression of him was that if I was a kid, he would be the kid I would shove into a locker (I was a very mean kid lol). His design makes him look like such a square in my opinion. But past that, they make it pretty clear that he’s the overachieving serious type of the Warriors of Hope, the one who actually wants to make a difference while the other ones are kinda messing around like kids. I got the impression that he was the type of kid to be like “I’m the mature one, I swear! I’m so above playing around” which makes him very endearing to me. I think all older siblings (which I am) have a need to be the serious leader in charge.
Of course, I find it very interesting that while he does strive to be serious and goal-oriented, he (as noted by Kodaka and the writers) is probably the most “childish” of the Warriors of Hope. And I think that’s in his hopefulness and ideals. Unlike Kotoko, he allows himself to believe in Monaca and to be manipulated by her because he has a little boyish crush and because he genuinely cares about the other kids. He’s the one who most notably cares for Jataro when the others find him disgusting. I think deep down inside (and maybe this is confirmed) that he knew his hopes for a children’s paradise were never going to come into fruition but he wanted to try so badly just like a kid playing pretend.
Chapter four is so interesting because when the Monokuma kids start turning on him, he freezes up and goes completely immobile until you take care of the attackers. His trauma is on full display constantly. His fear of overstepping the lines of those around him, his need to be accepted, his constant edging around confrontation because it terrifies him… Nagisa is just a horrifically sad story of a boy whose parents saw him as a commodity and status symbol instead of a human being.
I think the thing to take away from Nagisa in retrospect is what he says to Toko and Komaru in Chapter Four about how society (and religion and other factors) expect children to just forgive their parents for being fucking terrible and to just live with abuse. That’s true. There is a thing in society (and particularly Japanese society) where you’re meant to just accept things and respect your parents and family no matter what, even if they’re destroying and abusing you everyday. As Nagisa says, none of this may have happened if the children were just allowed to fucking hate their parents! But instead, society repressed them because that’s easier and more acceptable from children. They stuck the Warriors of Hope in the troubled kids class. The police brought Masaru back to his abusive father. The entertainment industry continued to exploit Kotoko. Jataro was neglected until he began to believe he was ugly and only deserved repulsion.
Nagisa is smart. He knows what could have happened to make this all better and I think there is a small piece of him that hoped desperately that society and adults were better so he didn’t have to be this way. He’s the only one to have regrets about killing his parents despite what they’ve done to him. This is why he was probably labeled as the most childish among the Warriors of Hope. Because he really did have that optimistic idealism in his heart which added to a much more horrific and emotional breakdown for him in the end.
But in a sense, I must repeat that as much as I really feel for Nagisa, I think he needed to breakdown and get defeated like that. As I said, sometimes things really do just need to fall apart before they start to get any better. And they do. The kids come back at the end and in the anime, Nagisa starts to put some trust in Komaru and Toko to tell them about Monaca and to ask them not to hurt her. It’s a small change, but it is the first step and something incredibly significant for Nagisa to open himself up to trust again.
Also, not strictly important, I think it’s pretty funny how he came to beat up Servant with his robot after that intense scene of Komaru and Toko reaching this moment of beautiful understanding. Perfect writing imo.
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yuzanagi · 4 years ago
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Your post about Makoto blaming Konoe makes me realize how polarizing Makoto’s writing is. I mean all the pts are at fault for in this scenario, but I wasn’t aware it was Makoto who brings it up first. Not shocked though.
The source of her polarized writing is Atlus's marketing: they have political statements they want to make, more so than ever with the blatant acknowledgement of the corruption in the Japanese police system in P5S, but in order to remain palatable to a larger audience, they can't go Too hard with the social justice issues, so they make wildly contradicting statements.
Makoto, as girlboss cop in training, tends to be the medium through which this works, and it fucks up her characterization as a justice figure So bad.
She decides to be a "good cop" even after seeing the corruption and physical abuse endured by Akira, her supposed close friend; she tells Zenkichi, a cop with many years of experience, that she, as a freshman in college, knows more than him about the stress of the lifestyle he leads because her dad was a police officer; she invalidates Akane by telling her that her dad is a cop so she has to forgive his neglect and corruption 'cause he might die and then she'll never see him again (and you're right, the thieves are complicit in this one as well as Konoe's case, but Makoto is the driving force, especially because it's trying to make weak comparisons to her own parental situation) and again with calling Konoe as bad as his father, a murderer and child abuser who tried to kill a child, for surviving that situation however he had to- and says so right in front of Ryuji, who experienced a similar physical abuse at the hands of his own father.
It's just a consistent thing that she is the vehicle of the very copaganda and stiff justice standards that the thieves fight, and it makes her really contentious and hard to reconcile her with the rest of the thieves. Like, Haru literally says to Zenkichi at the start of the game, "We just despise the police", and yet baby cop is one of the members they tend to look towards for leadership? It's really clumsy. I genuinely think Makoto could be a justice-driven character written well, but their insistence on making that avenue of justice police work rather than, say, community outreach programs or grassroots political campaigns to fight injustice within the system, really weakens anything she can bring to the table.
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