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Cuddling the Baki Cast (NSFW)

Minors DNI and all that, you guys know better. I had a lot of fun with these ones, changed up the order a bit, and also carried over the bonus Yanagi, Oliva, Chiharu and Gaia, at the cost of taking out Tokugawa because I apparently can't sexualize that particular old man. DW, You'll still get your old man fix though ;) These are a bit longer than the initial ones because I'm not as restrained when I can just put the cut right beneath my little blurb and write... Well, sin. Also guess who finally decided to whip out colours so things are clearer :D (it's me)

NSFW under the cut!

Baki:

Cuddling with him always comes with a risk. A risk of being interrupted by some upstart trying to challenge him, or his dad, for some godforsaken reason. Sometimes he gets a sudden spurt of energy and feels the need to just disappear and go train for a few hours, but sometimes, and sometimes, like now, you feel his hands start to snake around your sides and under your shirt, higher and higher towards your chest as his previously innocent kisses turn hungry and deliberate against your throat. His fingers tweak your nipples as his lips meet yours, his hips bumping softly against your own, his legs urging yours apart so he can make room for himself, grinding against you hard and slow. He was all over, kissing you, grinding against you, playing with your nipples.

He didn't want to take his hands off of your chest, so it was up to you to reach down to pull your pants and underwear down. He didn't get the luxury treatment for being lazy, of course, the most he got was you clumsily undoing his pants and pulling him out of his boxers so he could grind against your eager little hole for a little bit before he pressed in, rolling slightly so that he could press both of his knees to the futon beneath the two of you, rolling his hips, his hands still cupping your chest, but now using it as a form of handhold so he could pull you back down onto his cock, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your hear.

"You're driving me wild baby doll."

Kozue:

She liked having music playing while you two cuddled. She said it added to the atmosphere, helped soothe you two into a comfortable, zen mood, and sometimes even into sleep. But other times, it was helpful for covering up the sounds of her breathless gasps. Your teeth gently came down on the shell of her ear as your fingers slid over her slick clit, her hips pressed back against yours, her own hand cupping you through your pants, providing you the friction you needed as you ground against her palm, her shirt pulled up exposing her chest to the now slightly chilly air. She'd been working so hard lately, it was only fair that you help her take off the edge so she doesn't burn herself out.

She gasped slightly louder, her other hand grabbing frantically at her pillow to muffle her voice, her hips bucking against your palm as your fingers circled her clit faster and harder, her face turning slightly so you could kiss her properly. She was shaking, so close to the edge that you could almost taste it, feeling the minute twitches in her thighs and her lower stomach, her ragged breaths hitching as hit-pitched whines escaped her.

"Baby please, I'm so close already."

Hanayama:

Having him crawl into bed after coming home dead tired was always a treat. He'd normally keep the lights off and not notice that you woke up the second the front door opened. You could tell what kind of mood he was in just by how he took off his shoes. And today was a mood that you could get behind. His hand slid up your thigh over the blankets, tickling you as his weight settled behind you only a moment later, the blankets being pulled down slightly. He knew you were awake at this point, you couldn't help the stupid grin on your face as he found you naked as the day you were born in bed, waiting for him. A soft swear was muttered under his breath, before you felt his cock slap against your ass, encouraging you angle your hips up and back so he could make you feel good.

And of course, you obeyed. Why wouldn't you? This was the kind of cuddling that you didn't mind in the slightest. The delicious stretch you felt as he pressed into you was exactly what you've been needing all night. You've been lonely without him. His forehead pressed against the back of your head, hips rolling slowly to get used to the feeling before he sat up, his hand settling on your lower back, guiding your hips back to meet his in a tiny thrust, your only hint of playfulness in him before you were jostled forward by a hard snap of his hips, your hands scrabbling at the pillows for purchase.

"That's it, be good for me and take it."

Chiharu:

He was a bundle of nerves during regular cuddling, always worried that he'd do something wrong and freak you out or hurt you. He's not as strong as some of the guys in the arena, but he's still plenty powerful you know! This time, however, you were the one worried about freaking him out as your hand travelled lower and lower down his torso towards his hips, innocently looking up at him as you toyed with his zipper, your hips wiggling slightly. He looked flabbergasted, eyes flicking between your eyes and your hand, then back to your eyes, and finally down to your lips as he licked his own. This would be fun, you could tell as he gave you a tiny nod, and you started unbuckling him.

His shaft was hot and heavy in your hand as you slowly pumped him, his hand resting on your ass, slowly starting to creep around to slide beneath your pants and sink into your eager hole. It's only fair that he return the favour, right? His head fell back slightly, a groan leaving him, before his head came back to but against yours gently, his brow furrowed, his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glassy and filled with pleasure locked with your own as you jerked him off, still smug, but you couldn't stop your hips from rocking back against his hand as his fingers gently rubbed at your insides.

"Fuck me doll, you're making my brain melt."

Katsumi:

Warm. You normally woke up warm, but now you were almost too warm as Katsumi tossed your legs over his thighs, hands cupping your chest, rolling your pert nipples between his pointers and thumbs, kissing you hungrily. You loved it when he woke up and decided his morning run could be replaced by ramming you into the mattress, his hips slowly rolling against yours as he sank into you slowly, the stretch delicious as he pressed in and pulled out time and time again. One of his hands left your chest to gently rest at the base of your throat, your only warning that he was about to pick up the pace before he was off to the races.

His hips slammed into yours, the wet sound of your bodies joining amplified in the room as he used your throat to pull you back down on his cock after he jostled you forward, his hair messy, lightly panting before he flashed a smile at you, your legs cinching around his waist and giving him a little squeeze, drawing him in deeper, closer, and he didn't hesitate to throw his head back and let out a low moan that vibrated through the air, making you scrambled to reach up and cover his smirking lips.

"Come on sweetheart, the neighbours already hate us, have some fun."

Jack:

Your hands were braced on his chest, firm and strong. He was big and sturdy, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other on your hip, thumb pointing down to give you that extra bit of stimulation as your hips rocked against his hard, a deep groan leaving his lips as his head fell back against the arm of the couch, his cock pressing deep into you, hitting parts that you'd previously never known about before meeting him. His hips rolled in tandem with yours, timing it just right so that he'd press in as you rocked back, sending him deeper into you in just the right way that made you feel like you were going to explode.

His eyes were glazed over as he brought his head back, low moans tumbling from his parted lips as he watched you ride him. One of your hands moved up and squeezed the base of his thick neck, earning a louder moan, his hips bucking up sharply, though he rubbed at your thigh in apology immediately after, he knew he had to behave. Sometimes him assuming that you had no ulterior motives to crawling into his lap had its benefits, like the flustered look on his face when you'd started griding your hips onto his only moments ago. He growled against your lips as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Fuck honey, keep going, just like that, I've needed it all day."

Gaia:

The first time he'd slotted his thigh between your legs while you were watching your show, you'd slapped it away playfully. He knew how much you liked this show, surely he wouldn't bother you while you were watching the new episode, right? But his thigh bumped between your legs again, and another time after that, one of his hands resting on your hips to guide them down on his leg, his other massaging the base of your throat. He was, apparently, going to make you miss this episode, forcing you to watch it some other time, which really wasn't the same. He nipped at the shell of your ear, impishly smiling at you when you glared at him from over your shoulder, though you both knew that it was half-hearted at best.

He had you grinding against his thigh on your own in no time, extremely proud of himself for providing the perfect distraction at just the right time, his own hips chasing yours with each roll forward and down, basking in your little whimpers and sighs as he brought pleasure to you, his hand rhythmically squeezing at the base of your neck in time with your increasingly desperate thrusts against his leg.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Can't focus?"

Kosho:

His hands, you decided, were fucking dangerous. You'd just been trying to snuggle up to him, it was cold tonight, and now you were pinned to his chest, squirming and bucking your hips as he fucked you on his fingers, his other hand holding your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his palm made a slick slapping noise whenever it made contact with your skin, pleasure rising from each forceful impact, each crook of his fingers. You could feel him, fully hard, pressed against your stomach, but he wasn't going to let you touch him yet.

No, that was for people who behaved and didn't make him lose his comfortable spot when he was so close to falling asleep. He wasn't genuinely mad, that you both knew, but he was going to make a point, and he was going to make sure that it got across before he gave you his dick. You made a choked noise as his fingers hit a spot that made you see stars, and he smirked.

"Are you warm enough now, babydoll?"

Kureha:

Cuddling with Kureha was dangerous for a multitude of reasons. For starters, sometimes he'd just sit in silence, and then come out and say that your heartbeat was irregular and that it was annoying him. Other times? Well, other times you'd wind up where you were now, with your legs over his shoulders as his mouth worked wonders on you on your couch, the freshly folded laundry knocked all over the floor during the excitement. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch, the angle awkward, but allowing for access.

Your movements were sloppy, because of course they were, he was making your brain leak out of your ears with what his tongue was doing to you, but he knew better than to expect perfection from you while he was going down on you, settling for the sloppy, jerky handjob he was getting from you, well aware that you'd get better after he helped you cum.

"Darling I love you, but if you don't give me some more grip, I'm going to lose it."

Retsu:

You loved how you could absolutely blindside this man by asking him to cuddle you. A quick cuddle on the couch, that was all you'd asked for, and he'd given it to you. What he hadn't realised was that it was all a clever ploy for you to find a way to suck his dick before he went and trained. He'd made some really good food for supper the night before, and now he was going to get cherished, absolutely fucking appreciated, the idiot.

Your head bobbed, and the couch groaned under the force of his grip, his hands shaking as he whined, hips shallowly bucking into your mouth, drool slicking his shaft, wanting to touch, but not wanting to at the same time. His face was bright red and twisted in pleasure, and if you could take a picture and frame it, you'd keep it beside your bed so you could see it every morning and every night.

"Love, please- Gods- Don't stop!"

Oliva:

Telling him about any of your fantasies was a huge mistake. Why? Because now he had you pegged. Literally and figuratively. He knew what you'd like, and he'd used that to get to where you where now, bouncing on his cock, your hands braced on his knees as his hand, settled on your lower back, guiding you up and down on him, that damn smirk playing across his lips, like he was proud of himself (he was, he absolutely was and he wouldn't hide that).

There was a brief moment where his guiding hand stopped, but only so that the other hand could give your ass a "light tap". The resounding slap rang out in the room, earning a strangled moan as you threw your head back, hearing that all too familiar chuckle.

"That's it honey, take it just like that."

Doppo:

You'd both had long days, so you'd settled for just lounging around the house, wrapped up in a blanket, watching whatever was on TV at the time. But Doppo had keen eyes and a golden tongue, he saw the way you'd kept rubbing your thighs together- hell, he'd felt it- and he wasn't about to let you end your night horny. And you would have appreciated that fact more if he hadn't put you in a damn headlock and decided to fuck your soul out. His hips pounded against yours, slick smeared across both of your skin, his arms powerful steel rods around your head and neck, choking, but not entirely.

Broken, garbled little sounds left your lips, but he only chuckled, pausing for only a second to readjust and reposition his hips to hit that spot he knew drove you absolutely insane and would usually have you cumming so hard you'd start crying, his arms flexing harder for just a moment, completely cutting off your air supply, and your eyes rolled. You could just see the proud smirk on his lips as he laughed breathlessly.

"Come on baby, I said I'd make it all better, didn't I?"

Shibukawa:

You really should have known that you couldn't out-sly the master. You thought you were being clever by offering him your lap so you could cop a feel, but that hadn't turned out the way you were expecting at all. As it stood, he currently had you pinned to the ground and was fucking your thighs almost painfully slowly, chuckling in your ear. He was so close, yet so far from you, and it drove you mad with need.

He wasn't evil, of course, just mischievous, so he was kind enough to at least direct his thrusts upwards once in a while for a short period so you'd get some stimulation beyond in your thighs, his grip so firm that it was almost guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to writhe away.

"Do you see now darling? You can't pull a fast one on me."

Yanagi:

His hand covered your mouth, but he wasn't trying to kill you. No, he was trying to shut you up so you wouldn't make the neighbours freak out and call the cops as he slammed his hips against yours, your eyes rolling back as he hit a spot that made you see stars. All of this because you insisted on being so needy right after his escape from prison. His hand came down on your ass again, earning a jolt as the sharp sting shot through your body like a gun.

His fingers flexed, moving slightly, making sure that his palm wouldn't entirely cover your mouth so you could breathe, but they immediately moved back at the loud sob you let out as he hissed sharply, sucking air in through his teeth.

"Now now sweetheart, if you keep making noises like that I'll have to leave."

Motobe:

You thought you'd won the lottery by getting Motobe to cuddle with you. He was warm, comfortable, and relaxed. And then he'd started cleaning his damn sword. Of course, you could still relax, hell, you even started to drift off to sleep until the movement of his arms changed slightly, a new, slick noise rousing you from your dozing. His breath came out in short pants as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it around his shaft as he kissed your forehead. Not this was a sword you could get behind cleaning.

Of course, there was something much better at cleaning his sword than your hand, and he wasted no time sinking straight into the hilt, earning a long whine as he pulled you down onto his hips, smirking up at you as your hips rolled and bucked against his, desperate for some form of relief, your hands braced on his shoulders, gasping as he simply leaned back, lighting and taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched you bounce on his cock.

"There you go baby, take care of me just like that."

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「 yanagi x fem reader 」

a/n : I wanna rant lol

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" please be the romeo, yanagi. shu sustained an injury the other day so he's the narrator with me. we need you! " ishikawa clasps his hands together as yanagi smiles and agrees.

you, juliet is feeling nervous as the clock ticks. any minute now and it's showtime! where's your romeo? is he ready? all this thoughts running in your head that you fail to notice yanagi standing behind you. you let out an internal scream when you saw him, standing behind you. he just wants to wish you goodluck.

" h-have you memorised your parts, yanagin? " you ask but before he could reply, you heard the narrators, shu and ishikawa call out your name. that's your que to stand on stage and act your role.

" oh... why do our families fight with such hatred? I'm sure that if given the chance, they'd join hands and work together just like we have. if they could just understand half of how I feel about you, romeo... I'm sure- "

" AH-CHOO! "

" what was that noise? " ishikawa whispers to shu as the mics picks it up, making the audience laugh.

" what's this, a horror show? " someone from the seats say.

" that was pretty loud, " another say.

" man! was you, miyamura?! " shu shouts, making him peek from the curtains to shake his head, no.

" how embarrassing, " you whisper.

" crap, I forgot my lines. hey.. um what's next? " hearing you said that, made the audience burst into laughters.

" guess it wasn't horror but comedy? " someone say.

" hey juliet, that was an important line! " yanagi finally, steps onto stage.

" I can't help it, you sneezed and everything disappeared from my head! " you scolded him.

hearing your words, the audience laughed a little too hard for comfort.

" hey! they like it, next scene you two! " shu encourages.

onto the next scene, you're standing on what's supposed to be the balcony. yanagi standing somewhere below and next to him is the servant, miyamura dressed in a wig and maiden clothes.

" the capulets want your life, " miyamura says.

" no matter how dangerous it is, I need to go to her, " yanagi replies. " she's waiting at that balcony! "

" don't stop romeo, but this is when this servant shows her determination! " ishikawa announced.

" the truth is, she's in love with romeo! when she thinks this is their farewell, she gets ready to tell him how she feels, " shu follows.

" I don't remember this, being in the script? " miyamura whispers as yanagi sighs.

" well, just say whatever comes to your mind. I'm sure hori-san will deal with the two later, " yanagi comforts miyamura with a pat to his shoulder.

" um... romeo-sama, I've always loved you... crap, hori-san! I love you most! I cant do this anymore, " he runs away from the stage.

the audience burst into laughter once more. suddenly, a random hooded lady appeared on stage.

" oh a mysterious woman appears! " shu says.

" just who is she? " ishikawa respond.

" um, I am Josephine! romeo's true love! " remi says as she pulls down her hood. the crowd gasps and whispers, was romeo a player?

" this... you can't be my lover, you're my sister! " yanagi quickly thinks of a line.

" that doesn't matter if we're in love, " she replies.

" our family will be in bloodbath if they knew. besides, I'm sure the president loves you more than I do! go back to him. " yanagi fake cries, making the audience sympathise with him.

" he loves juliet! " the crowd cheers.

" I- you're right, onii-sama. " she runs off stage.

" you think, I'll let you have juliet that easy? I'm her older brother, Friedrich! " hori appears and charged him with her sword. he quickly ducks and run forward towards you.

" when I asked about you, you're a despicable man who cheats and make women cry, " hori says.

" you misunderstood the situation and exaggerated it! " yanagi replies.

" you want my juliet? fight me! " she charges at him as he runs around the stage.

" m-miyamura! take her, please! "

" even he can't save you! "

yanagi finally runs down the stage as she runs after him. yoshikawa and hori's father was next to them when yanagi ran up the audience.

" please catch her! " he begs as yoshikawa grabs her by the arm and her father takes the other arm.

" kyouko, why do you have to bully poor romeo? " kyousuke says out loud, making the audience around him laugh as hori freezes.

" now that they've finally caught juliets brother, what's next to come? " shu says.

" i-im coming, juliet! " yanagi shouts as he bolts towards you, climb the ladder to grab your hands at the balcony.

" o romeo, romeo! wherefore art thou, romeo? deny thy father and refuse thy name ; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a capulet. " you read your lines.

" then I'll take you. in exchange, please call me your lover. if you do, I will no longer be romeo. my beloved juliet. " he says.

" okay... I love you, romeo. " you finish as you two hold hands and the crowd cheers.

the casts bow and thank the watchers as everyone slowly leave the place, you and yanagi walked side by side off stage. fellow classmates were congratulating you two for the heart felt work.

" ahem, juliet could you come with me? " yanagi says as he offers his hand out. you two haven't changed out of your outfits.

you take his hand as he leads you away from the stage area, he walks you to the quiet council room as you two enters he closes the door and take a seat on one of the chairs. you take a seat across from him.

" well? " you question as he swallow sharply.

" y/n l/n... would you take my hand and be the juliet to my romeo? " he asks, looking at your face as you blush slightly from his words.

" oh romeo... are you asking me to be your lover? if so then yes I'll be your juilet. " you smile as he leans in to kiss your cheek, making you both blush.

ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ inspired by nisekoi lol

[my-rewrite-academia]

Entrance Exam Points

Rank. Name: Hero (H), Villain (V), Rescue (R), Support (S), Total

Midoriya Izuku: H - 99, V - 38, R - 63, S - 59, Total: 259 Points

Uraraka Ochako: H - 48, V - 42, R - 99, S - 51, Total: 240 Points

Monoma Neitou: H - 70, V - 82, R - 31, S - 46, Total: 229 Points

Shiozaki Ibara: H - 43, V - 61, R - 59, S - 43, Total: 206 Points

Kirishima Eijirou: H - 51, V - 58, R - 43, S - 39, Total: 191 Points

Kodai Yui: H - 48, V - 83, R - 39, S - 18, Total: 188 Points

Kaminari Denki: H - 46, V - 99, R - 12, S - 28, Total: 185 Points

Kendou Itsuka: H - 49, V - 63, R - 37, S- 34,Total: 183 Points

Iida Tenya: H - 43, V - 61, R - 43, S - 31, Total: 178 Points

Tokoyami Fumikage: H - 52, V - 82, R - 28, S - 14, Total: 176 Points

Shouji Mezou: H - 32, V - 54, R - 53, S - 28, Total: 172 Points

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: H - 40, V - 56, R - 48, S - 27, Total: 171 Points

Yosetsu Awase: H - 39, V - 52, R - 37, S - 39, Total: 167 Points

Kamakiri Togeru: H - 32, V - 63, R - 35, S - 34, Total: 164 Points

Aoyama Yuuga: H - 46, V - 48, R - 32, S - 35, Total: 161 Points

Ashido Mina: H - 47, V - 61, R - 31, S - 21, Total: 160 Points

Asui Tsuyu: H - 39, V - 48, R - 39, S - 33, Total: 159 Points

Nirengeki Shouda: H - 35, V - 41, R - 44, S - 34, Total: 154 Points

Tsunotori Poni: H - 48, V - 42, R - 28, S - 32, Total: 150 Points

Mineta Minoru: H - 29, V - 40, R - 39, S - 41, Total: 149 Points

Hagakura Tooru: H - 29, V - 49, R - 41, S - 29, Total: 148 Points

Tsubaraba Kousei: H - 27, V - 41, R - 39, S - 37, Total: 144 Points

Ojirou Mashirao: H - 53, V - 48, R - 39, S - 22, Total: 142 Points

Kouda Kouji: H - 40, V - 31, R - 34, S - 36, Total: 141 Points

Fukudashi Manga: H - 23, V - 42, R - 40, S - 34, Total: 139 Points

Shishida Jurota: H - 34, V - 51, R - 30, S - 23, Total: 138 Points

Hiryu Rin: H - 31, V - 49, R - 23, S - 33, Total: 136 Points

Sero Hanta: H - 39, V - 42, R - 34, S - 20, Total: 135 Points

Kaibara Sen: H - 21, V - 45, R - 32, S - 37, Total: 132 Points

Yanagi Rei: H - 33, V - 31, R - 37, S - 30, Total: 131 Points

Bondo Kojirou: H - 38, V - 41, R - 24, S - 27, Total: 130 Points

Jirou Kyouka: H - 31, V - 42, R - 29, S - 26, Total: 128 Points

Satou Rikidou: H - 30, V - 46, R - 27, S - 23, Total: 126 Points

Komori Kinoko: H - 33, V - 23, R - 22, S - 47, Total: 125 Points

Kuroi Shihai: H - 23, V - 42, R - 31, S - 26, Total: 122 Points

Bakugou Katsuki: H - 00, V - 99, R - 00, S - 00, Total: 99 Points

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I made a meme :3

Some notes here:

1) Sasazuka says both of those things in the order they appear in the meme upon being asked.

2) Enomoto and Yanagi are giving MC the exact same bewildered look in this scenario. The difference between them however, is that Enomoto is taking the question seriously (imagining MC as a worm), and Yanagi is trying to humor MC, but is failing miserably.

3) Okazaki and MC have a very lengthy and serious discussion about what their literal worm wedding would be like.

4) Reactions to MC saying that to the LIs:

a) Sasazuka: “What the literal actual fuck are you on about.”

b1) Shiraishi (chapter 1): “You… are truly unfortunate…”

b2) Shiraishi (Good ending): “That sounds lovely :)”

c) Enomoto, hung up on the word “kissed”: “h h i thi nk th at wou ld be po g”

d) Yanagi, legitimately appalled: “Um???? Huh????”

e) You already know Okazaki’s response.

[dittojellywww]

Some more characters that I drew a while ago (a couple months I think) and just thought I'd add while I was here

For those not very well versed in the mario fandom: Stain as Bowser/King Koopa Nemuri as Princess Peach Mei Hatsume as Princess Daisy Reiko Yanagi as Princess Rosalina Mandalay as Mayor Pauline Shoto as King Boo (Luigi's Mansion Boo specifically, I made his siblings all the other King Boo versions) Hizashi as Wario and Hanta as Waluigi (Y'know because I and H, this font doesn't do it justice but believe me okay) Shinsou as Antasma (From Mario and Luigi Dream Team) Yuga as Dimentio (From Super Paper Mario, my very first mario game) And finally, Neito Monoma as Prince Peasly

I feel like Tensei and Nemuri are on-and-off dating, he and Mandalay are exes but she still has a thing for him, and Mei has a crush on Tenya but he doesn't reciprocate, and that's about all I want to go into with ships without making it weird

[helloescapist]

To Me

Word Count: 2037

Setting: reader pairing, Neito Monoma x gn!reader (oni, kijo quirk), SFW

Content Warning(s): none 🪄

Summary: your horns have always been a sore topic for you, and during one of Neito's many (onesided) spats with Class 1-A, he is met with the reality that, he really doesn't know how to help.

A/N: really, this isn't very good, but oh the well! Just a small trial-run short.

[not my art, credit goes to the artist!]

It was the distinct flick of his wrists, pointer fingers flexed from both of his left and right hands. The curl of the remainder fingers, pressed against his ears, fingers upright. The knowing glare Bakugo directed at you.

The classes had been gathered for a joint activity. One which was intended to be conducted under both instructors from U.A. Although it wasn’t as though Kan-sensei was known for his objective stance when the two classes were to compete, often times his favoritism rang clear even at moments in which subtilty was required. In his desire to encourage his students, fairness often escaped his enthusiasm. Today was such day, his boisterous nature far too distracted with expressing how far as a Class 1-B had advanced since Aizawa-sensei had last observed you. The prides of instructor leaving him completely ignorant to his smaller body double; Monoma had started the gathering off assembly of classes off on a rather audacious note. Not that any of your classmates were surprised, Kendo looked especially exasperated to the blonde’s antics. Tired from having stayed up late studying, her movements were slow, taking longer than normal to process that once again, the quirk impersonator had thrown down the gauntlet between classes without so much as consideration for those he had looped into the confrontation. His scorn drawing the attention of both classes despite the conversations that had otherwise been enjoyable. Yanagi who had been enjoying her counterparts in 1-A, Shoji and Koda, had her face drawn, eyes blank and focused, witnessing a moment she would express as his stupidity at work. Monoma’s abrasive behaviors had drawn Awase away from Yaoyorzu, still unwilling to admit how excited he had been to see her once again. Determined to dodge any unnecessary teasing from his peers, or tipping off his growing affections. Tsunotori and Hagakure who had been giggling amongst themselves, had silenced their jovial conversation. The growing unease evident on their faces, the oblivious rage that Monoma inspired within Class 1-A’s number one trigger-happy time bomb was apparent. The agitation was rolling in waves potent enough to set off a buried weight pressure explosive. The Copycat user had drawn obvious, blistering annoyance from the emitter. The veins in his forehead beginning to pop as his eyes widened. Bakugo’s seething beginning to boil over. Monoma’s insistence to continue spatting insults despite Kaibara’s insistence to cease fire. The boy’s cautionary reminders falling on deaf ears, far too delighted in Bakugo’s growing temper. The nervous tilt of Kirishima’s hands, beckoning his friend to remain calm, and dismiss the obvious instigator, was as useless as that of Kaibara’s.

                The explosive nature of the quirk user Monoma had set his sights on, the easy target he always prayed upon, reminiscent of the school sports festival. That day despite having placed first, Bakugo was practically foaming at the mouth, snapping his teeth a lot like h was in this moment, but this time directed at Monoma. The realization had drawn you forward, nervously forcing a smile and doing your best to distract your classmate. For all of your time together, you were familiar with Neito’s mannerism, outside of his interactions with Class 1-A. His overall nature was in fact, laid back, and playful, but every time he was gifted the opportunity to wreck havoc with the other class, his impulsive nature override his senses. Drew out his competitive, and argumentative side, and in truth, apart of you were well aware that it was a strategy ploy he had utilized. Sure, in the event Bakugo’s temper bested him, a brief moment of physical contact would be all Neito needed to utilize it in the sparring match to come, but with how far he had pushed this time, you were worried he may not make it to the one-on-one.

                “M-Monoma,” you gently probed. Attempting to use a softer voice as not to draw Bakugo’s ire. The shift of periwinkle blue eyes. Piercing, and gravitating towards your frame, captivating your silhouette. The draw of his eyebrow, over confident. Cocky in the way his smirk met his lips, the plaster of a false smile. One intended to be reassuring that he was in fact not biting off more than he could chew—did the exact opposite. The small twitch of the forced expression, drawing your eyebrows forward, doing your best to talk him down from the edge, and that’s when you saw it.

                Bakugo’s annoyance, only slightly cooled by Kirishima’s assurance had drove him to childish gestures behind Monoma’s back. Sticking his tongue out, tugging at his eyelid. The immature display of dissatisfaction almost comical, until his eyes had met with your won. The scowl drawn, as quick as his reflex. His fingers meeting at the top of his forehead. Oni.

                Distant memories dropped your shoulders. The taunt, while absolutely ridiculous had drawn forth echoes of a past you had wished would leave you. Dipped in to your cache of information, and left the tremble of your lip. Eyes averted to the ground as you did your best to train your expression. A forced smile that had been well practiced throughout your childhood, all too aware of the faint breeze of hydrangea blooms following your reaction. Quick to mumble an excuse to leave the classroom, expressed that you had forgotten a crucial part of your hero costume in the classroom, and ensured Kan-sensei you would return as quickly as possible—you were a valuable role in stomping Class 1-A’s reputation into the ground, reminded you of the drills you would run if you skipped the skirmish, but for once, you did not care.

All he could hear was Kendo yelling in his ear, the telling sting at the nap of his neck. The bitterness ebbing at his mind, the tug of his collar. His periwinkle eyes blurry from the direct hit, the small ebb of a burn festering near his cheek where he had barely managed to dodge. Able to make out the slightest of outlines, but was unable to determine what noise was eliciting from the obvious rabid porcupine. Bakugo thrashed about, still sending off a number of curses flaring, drenched in smoke. Aizawa-sensei having suspended his quirk, Kirishima and Izuku doing his best to qualm his aggression. A flurry of movements that met the ringing in his ears, a light burn marred to the opposite cheek of his own, only adding to Bakugo’s rage. Neito understood the position he had placed himself in, Kan-sensei at Aizawa-sensei’s side, looking less than pleased.  The distinct lecture of his classmate as she dragged him from the classroom. The first opportunity Kan-sensei would seize would be eventful; the drills he would run, the potential smack here and there. He suspected Kan-sensei may ebb him into an offense match one derived of improving his lacking skills, only slightly enjoying the opportunity to smack him around, or he would willingly place Kendo on a one on one with him. She certainly had no qualms with tossing him around a bit. His classmates would be exasperated with his display, and you… you would probably be disappointed when you found out. In fact, he suspected you would even avoid him for a bit, the last time one of his comments had strayed too far, you had opted for lunches with Kodai in seclusion.

                But he had seen your response. The quiver of your lip, the dip of your eyes; the smallest twitch of your eyebrows and wiggle of your nose. The grit of your teeth as you forced back tears, coercing a smile in place. Well trained, strained at that. He had noticed it a few times, when your overall smile and tender temperament would sway. Overall, you were one of the most optimistic students in their class, soft in your approaches. The softest of smiles, a little quiet at times sure, but in small moments when you thought no one was watching, he had noticed the worry in your eyes. The way you would avert your gaze. The tug of your sleeves before securing the drawstrings of your hoodie. The way your class had taken a patrol excursion with the intent on working on their interactions with civilians, you had expressed obvious discomfort. Forced a smile and continued the lesson until you had noticed a small child drop their stuff animal. Quick to respond, and return the well loved item back to its owner, the obvious startle of the child had shocked the both of you. Dropped the little one’s toy, backing away as quickly as you could. Monoma had attempted to sooth the child, reassure that you were one of the good guys, but you would only apologize to both the child and the parent for disrupting their day. A forced smile, and refusing to acknowledge any questions Neito had pressed. Not that he had pushed much. Knew that he shouldn’t. The first day of school, you had attempted to wear a cap in class. Dismayed by Kan-sensei’s disapproval, reminding you of the school dress code of conduct. You had trembled through introductions, fidgeting with your bangs to better high the small nubs at the height of your brow. Your obvious horror when you were suggested as a potential candidate for the U.A. School Festival’s beauty pageant. The red of your face, shamed wide eyes, and quick to shield your face between fingers—no, you hadn’t attempted to safe guard your appearance. Rather the small blossom of cornets at your brow. Your firm stance on Kendo being the only applicant for Class 1-B’s submission. Then, there was the day he had caught you in the morning classroom.

                The stillness of the room, quiet with the lack of students. The early hours since moving into the dorms had left you unsettled, all of your class had noticed it, but had come to the understanding that approaching you directly often made you skittish, and shifted the mood of the group. So, they had elected to give you space, time to come around. To adjust to whatever burden you had been carrying, even if it was difficult. That morning, Kan-sensei had sentenced him to arriving early, annoyed that his grades had dipped. Deep cleaning the erasers after having ran a few miles should put him into place. it did not. Neito had not considered that anyone else would have been awake at that unholy hour. Let alone find you, sitting at your desk. The light of day flittering through the small windows, the nervous settle of your bag. The meticulous tuck of your papers, aligning everything well, and when you hadn’t realized he was there. The slump of your back, the mirror betwee two fingers. Sad eyes that appraised your reflection, shuffled your bangs to and fro, the scowl deepening on you face before placing the mirror reflections side down. Your fingers, clasping your eyes, leaned forward. The small quiver of your shoulders as you willed yourself to breathe. To paint upon the smile that had greeted him every day.

                No, as far as Neito was concerned, regardless of the punishment that would come his way, or the disapproval he would be met with, he had little remorse for his actions. In fact, he had a bit of gratification despite the lecture Kendo was issuing. His fighting style was never one for blatant offense, especially a head on approach, and with Bakugo’s rage dulling his senses, Neito had managed a slight of hand. One quick enough to equip the other student’s quirk, and land a direct hit, although it did come at the cost of the snarling psycho’s adept ability to rebound. My face hurts, he thought to himself as his footsteps echoed down the hallway.  Kendo had rightfully exiled him, her last remark leaving more of a sear than Bakugo’s blow. In all the times she had laid into him, whether verbally, or even on the times he had physically put him in his place, nothing had ever stung as much as her observation. The blatant way she had bridged the subject, the pointed look. Her words still resting against him. If you had cared about {YN] you would have followed her. He had let his own temper get the btter of him, set himself in a mock villain match off with the rabid hedgehog, and essentially marked himself for an ass kicking later…

                And had left you alone.

Nestled between the small touch of storage cabinets near the costume storage, you had drawn your knees up to your chest. Attempted to catch the tears that betrayed your inner world. Whispered the realities of a past of hurtful remarks. Intended or not. The days you had spent in your childhood, desperately wanting a friend. Someone to play with, your peers quick to avoid your interactions. Your appearance the recollection of demons in fairytales. The small nubs that rested at your brow, quick to elicit unease regardless of how you had smiled, or how gently you had approached potential play mates. As though you were truly the bringer of plagues, the Harvenger of death such as the oni in fairytales. The days of clear avoidance, nervousness as though you may curse their existence; other days spent with lunchroom food smeared across your face. Rice crumpled to your hair, students demanding you leave their school. Others that taunted, demanded to know if even the smallest infringement upon their day was a result of a kijo’s curse. Your please and cries falling upon deaf ears, unwilling to listen to reason. The day when your quirk had fully activated, drawing to more than just your outward appearance. You had unintentionally flipped a swing set; you had just wanted to play. Even if it was by yourself, it had never been your intention to leave the equipment in ruin, nor to terrify the other small children. Their screams echoed in your ear as though you were little more than a feral dog.

                You had stopped going to the playground that day.

                Had forced a smile.

                But today, all you could do was cry, press your eyes into yoru knees, unable to fully conceal your appearance. The stupid points of your horns unwilling to nestle against your knees. The rough sob of your tears rolling off, shamed by your own appearance. You understood—it’s not that Bakugo had specifically targeted you. His harm was directed really towards any extra, but… it hurt. To be the oni freak. To be the Kijo who’s being was curse. A plague to others.

This is where he had found you. Coiled up under the guise of searching for a part for your hero costume. A ridiculous excuse, your outfit had little bells and whistles, more revealing of your will to go unnoticed than anything else. How had Kan-sensei made it to the top instructor all these years? The obvious heave of your chest, collapsed over long, untrained hair. The tender soft of your cheeks, as you wiped at your eyes. Too embarrassed to even admit to yourself the ache of your heart. The quiver of your closed eyes as your fingers brushed against one of your horns, as if testing whether they were still attached or not. Did you think you were a moose? The crushing reality that they had remained in place eliciting a soft murmur of a stifled wail. Alone, or at least you had concluded you were. Allowing yourself to slip from the seams, the smile falling from your lips at the time alone. You always did this. Fell apart when no one was looking. TH touch of small light at your hair, the gentle regard you had for others, even unwilling to burden your classmates despite how your heart ached. Despite how desperately you wished to grasp onto someone’s hands.

                How was it, you had ended up like this?

                Why didn’t you take someone’s hand?

                The distant memories, the rejection he had endured in his formative years. His quirk, a villain. No, Neito understood how you had found yourself in this state. Your existence far gentler than his own. Unwilling to bite back at the hands that offended you, forcing a smile rather than reveal your contempt. No, no he suspected that you didn’t even have a touch of scorn within your bones. So different than himself. Thoughtful. Gentle. Kind. The melancholy that nabbed at his heart, longed to hold the hand that you desperately denied reaching out. Too ease your tears, to sooth your worries. He.. He didn’t really know how. The Phantom Thief was comfortable with touch, with casual teasing and encounters, but... but that wasn’t who you were. Yet, he could not stop the brush of his hand against the strands of your hair. Could not fight the smile, the soft regard as his knees bent to meet your own. His left hand soothing the strands of distress. Impulsively stroking you despite the obvious shock of his appearance. Allowed your quirk to manifest between his brow, a mirror image of the horns that you so desperately attempted to hide. Forced a smile, quivered your arms. Attempted to deceive him. Something in your eye, how silly. Of course, there was something in your eyes, tears. Regardless of the way you fretted against him, never willing yourself to smack his hand away, he continued. Soothed out strand. Reassuringly hummed as though he were consoling a small child—in some ways, he was. But whether it was his inner child or yours he did not know, but he did not stop. Didn’t desire to.

                He didn’t understand. In all truth, to me, he had the touch of melancholy ebbed across his features. The telling smile that tugged at his lips, sincere and affectionate. Not wanting to relinquish the moment, you’re... He thought quietly. His eyes smolder, and appraising your reactions. Ensuring that he did not press to far, did not stray into a touch you did not like. Remained petting your hair, easing your burdens. Unsure of how to approach you. Unsure of how to tuck away the tears that threatened to spill once more. Unsure of how to tell you, to tell you…

You're everything.

                 If only for a moment to reassure you that you were not alone in the world. That he would hold your hand.

Should you ever want him to.

[demifiendrsa]

Monsters 103 Mercies Dragon Damnation | Official Trailer | Netflix

The anime adaptation of Eiichiro Oda's "Monsters: Ippaku Sanjō Hiryū Jigoku" one-shot manga will stream on Netflix on January 21, 2024.

Key visual

Cast

Yoshimasa Hosoya as Ryuma

Kana Hanazawa as Flare

Hiroki Tōchi as Cyrano

Mitsuaki Madono as D.R.

Katsuhito Nomura as Master

Staff

Director: Sung Hoo Park

Series Composition: Sung Hoo Park

Music: Hiroaki Tsutsumi

Original creator: Eiichiro Oda

Character Design: Takashi Kojima

Art Director: Fuminao Akai

Sound Director: Akiko Fujita

Director of Photography: Jumi Lee

Color design: Ryoji Nagasawa

Editing: Keisuke Yanagi

Music producer: Takeki Kobayashi

Animation Production: E&H production

[lorahgames]

Collar x Malice: Full Review

Console: Nintendo Switch

Total Play Time: 60 hours

Lorah Game Rating: 9.5/10

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I finally did it; I stuck with one single otome game, and finished it up!

Although CxM is my first blog post, I am not new to otome. I like to think I have a fair bit of experience to chalk up a decent review about these games, so this is my go at it!

SYNOPSIS: Collar x Malice takes place in a quarantined Shinjuku, Japan, where citizens live in fear of Adonis, a criminal organization that believes it will revitalize Japan with its own warped sense of justice and judgement. The story begins when Ichika Hoshino, a rookie cop, is attacked and has a poisonous collar placed around her neck by Adonis, who declare they are testing her as they believe she has potential to be one of their sympathizers. Ichika must now work with a group of ex-cops to discover the truth behind the Adonis crimes and to remove her collar.

TIME TO BEGIN THE REVIEW!

I was absolutely blown away by Collar x Malice. Don't get me wrong, I love all the otome games I play, but this one topped the charts for me. I am very, very particular when it comes to what I like and dislike about otome. I absolutely can't stand when the story is boring, but also don't like when the plot takes away from the romances with the love interests. I think CxM has perfected the balance of story-to-romance. I found myself both wanting to solve the mystery of the game while also loving the time I got to spend with each of the LIs. Of course, some routes I found better than others, but that's to be expected! I genuinely enjoyed each of the LIs and what they had to offer. Usually, there will be a LI or two I'm not too fond of, but let me say, all these boys have replay-ability. I will be revisiting this game again.

My first impressions were so-so; they are almost always completely based off of the LIs' designs (lol, a little bit shallow but what can you do). I definitely had preferences towards Yanagi and Okazaki initially. I was indifferent to Sasazuka, and did not feel like I would enjoy Enomoto and Shiraishi all that much. But let me tell you this.

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. PLS.

Mineo Enomoto

Honestly, I played this man first to get him over with. LOL. I hate to say it now. Enomoto gave off middle school vibes, and it wasn't for me in the beginning. BUT. He really grew on me! Honestly, for being THAT character, you know, the one with no experience with girls, it ended up being super cute. Once you got past the eyepatch thing, he was truly a really good guy and it was adorable to see his relationship develop with Ichika. Definitely not a story heavy chapter, and was a great light introduction to the game, especially with how the game gets darker later on. Enomoto wasn't my favourite, but I still am excited to play his after-story in CxM unlimited.

Takeru Sasazuka

Oh, Sasazuka. Your route was great.

This man was a tsundere if I've ever seen one. He was curt, he was rude, but he was such a good LI. I actually found Sasazuka's backstory to be really good, especially the role it plays in the plot. He had MEGA character development from the beginning of the route to finish. It was lovely to see him fall so hard for Ichika, who he had been calling stupid cat for half the game. Not to mention, Sasazuka's CGs are FINEEEE. I hit that Switch screenshot button a few times. Funny enough, when I went to go play Yanagi's route it didn't register my completion of Sasazuka's, so I actually had to play his route twice. Of course, I sped through most of the dialogue, but I did find myself stopping to replay and read the cute moments between him and Ichika. I enjoyed them as much as I did the first time. I really enjoyed both LI and plot in this route.

Kageyuki Shiraishi

I played Shiraishi's route fourth. At this point, I had a good gist of how the story was flowing, but I did NOT expect the plot twist of Shiraishi's route! I was hesistant to even play Shiraishi at all, because long-haired men (not to mention the cat aesthetic he has going on) aren't usually my thing. Personally, I loved the route's plot more than I did the romance with Shiraishi. This isn't me saying he was bad, but his story was so well done, it's hard to not like it more. I found with Shiraishi, he was slightly overhyped in online reviews. A lot of people say Shiraishi is their favourite from the game, but he wasn't mine. I think I went in with my expectations a bit too high, especially after how much I loved Okazaki's route. At the climax of his route, I felt things were a bit rushed because I was confused as to what was going on, but it was such a minor confusion that I figured things out pretty quickly. Again, I'm really looking forward to playing his after-story!

Aigi Yanagi

It took forever to finally get to Yanagi's route. Honestly at the point I finally got to play his route, he has been a side character for so long that it was hard not to see him that way (LOL, sorry Yanagi!). One thing I was surprised about was that Yanagi's route really put romance on the back-burner and put the story in the front. I get it, since Yanagi's route was the big reveal and finale, and honestly it really worked for the overall story. It's not like Yanagi's route wasn't romantic, but it was a little hard to focus on him when you could feel the Adonis leader's identity reveal just around the corner. Yanagi also had the longest route, with seven chapters instead of six. I would say he got some of the best CGs of the game, probably since he is the poster child of CxM. The whole Yanagi backstory is absolutely fantastic as well, and they did a really good job diving deep into his character.

Kei Okazaki

Of course, I had to leave Okazaki for last. Okazaki is by far my favourite Collar x Malice LI and may quite literally be overtaking Toma (Amnesia) for the top spot of them all. I knew I would love Okazaki from the start and I was right. I love his character design, the voice acting, aloof personality, route story, EVERYTHING. While I would not classify Okazaki as any sort of yandere (my favourite trope), he checked all the boxes I usually look for in my LIs (self-sacrificing, obsessive, etc). His entire life outlook changed after getting close with Ichika, and was it ever emotional seeing him go though all that inner turmoil. Let me tell you, this man had me RUNNING to Collar x Malice Unlimited for more. The amount of times he popped up in Yanagi's route made me want to just go replay his route again. Not to mention, his tragic love ending has to be the best in the game. I accidently got it by misclicking, but holy crap?? The CG was crazy! And once you get the tragic love end, you get the bonus CG, which also happens to be my favourite from the game. Anyway, this game has left me an Okazaki fan through-and-through, as well as clogged up my Switch library with screenshots of his face. I could say A LOT more, but trying to leave this spoiler-free for friends who potentially want to play.

Kei best boy <3

Do I recommend Collar x Malice? Of course!

The game really hits both the story component and romance component, and I definitely got my money's worth with over 60 hours of gameplay. Of course, there are some minor bugs (looking at you, Sasasuka route) where dialogue seems to be misplaced or the self-inserted name still comes up as Ichika, but believe me, this was so minor and infrequent that I don't think it affected the overall quality of the game.

I am actually sad that the game is over! I'm scared to finish Unlimited too, because what will I do then?!

Overall, Collar x Malice definitely left a lasting impression on me and has become one of my favourite otome. I had a blast playing it and will definitely be back to do it all again. I hope I can break free of my habit of comparing every LI to my favourite, because Okazaki will be hard as hell to beat.

Thanks for reading my review !

LORAH

[amazon-did-nothing-wrong]

Forever thinking about the ending of Gekko Kamen season one where the hero explains thru a letter than he has hidden the H bombs and their secret until such a day as they can truly be used for peace and the happiness of humanity and Yanagi responds by saying that yes maybe it’s best that the bombs’ existence be forgotten and given the historic context as well as Gekko Kamen’s extreme popularity at the time that is such a statement to make

[baratiddyappreciator]

Starting to Heal

Just a quick drabble that was inspired by a certain someone in the Baki discord. Ships Katsumi/Doyle/Retsu, just a quick little hurt/comfort fic because I was inspired.

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He'd been in prison again for a while now. How long exactly, he didn't really know. it had to have been a few months at this point. He hadn't really wanted to, but the officers supervising him had begun bringing him stuff to learn braille so they could at least communicate with him. They kept him on a strict routine to keep up his concept of time, at least for the day. His meals were all brought at reliable intervals, so he could comfortably follow the routine that they'd set up for him. But today was different. The routine had changed. He'd been given his breakfast, but the guards hadn't left while he was eating, and the food was different. It tasted familiar, but he couldn't quite remember why. It wasn't his usual scrambled eggs, toast and sausage either, it was something else. There were eggs, of course, but this time there were vegetables, some soup, rice, and bread. He didn't really know what to think, but he welcomed the change.

Of course, he felt it when one of the guards began approaching him, but he didn't feel the need to do anything, they often got closer to hand him a rotary pad where they'd write out braille to communicate with him. What he wasn't expecting was for a hand to rest on his shoulder. He jolted out of reflex, shrugging the hand off sharply with a glare directed towards the area he was most certain the guard was standing. Was this a new guard? If so, why were they so familiar feeling? He knew that hand, he thought. There was something so familiar about it. The hand returned to his shoulder again in a quick, reassuring pat, and this time he paused. Something was familiar here. The guard settled in beside him, before grabbing his hand- he knew these hands- and setting something in them. It felt thick, rough, and it was bundled together, a tag catching his attention, though when he ran his thumb over it he could feel symbols, but he couldn't recognize any of them.

There was a familiar smell in the air as he tried to figure out what it was he'd been handed and what to make of it. Something here was so familiar. There was another guard sitting in front of him, by the food. That one was familiar too. What was going on here? All the non-familiar familiarity was making his head spin. And then he realized what he was holding: A karate belt. He'd only held Katsumi's for a brief time back before his capture, but he knew what it had felt like. He didn't know why this had been handed to him, he didn't know what was happening, but he did appreciate that he finally had a belt, since he'd lost the one Katsumi had given him in his fight with Yanagi.

The hand returned to his, pulling his hand away from the belt gently to flip his palm upward, two letters being traced on his skin. "H. I." That gave him pause. The guards weren't ever this gentle or nice with him. This was familiar. Intimate. This person knew him. He turned to face them, brows furrowed. He wanted to hope, but he didn't dare.

"Who are you?" He asked, before the hand swiped across his own again, tracing letters, and with each one his stomach swooped. "K. A. T. S. U. M. I." He blinked in shock. "Katsumi?" He asked, and the form beside him leaned in slightly, enough for him to feel the laughter vibrating through his shoulder. Another hand grabbed his and began tracing as well. "R. E. T. S. U." He swallowed thickly. Ah. Now he remembered what he was smelling. "So, what brings you two all the way over here then?" He asked, feeling Katsumi lean further into his side, his chin resting atop his head, the platter being pushed closer towards him. The belt in his hand felt heavy, impossibly so. Was he shaking?

Katsumi's arm draped over his shoulder, pulling him closer into his side. He could feel the vibrations of his voice, not enough to know what he was saying, but he knew that he was talking. Retsu gently traced a request for Doyle to eat, that they had a while to catch up and he shouldn't worry, but he simply found himself sitting there, shaking, unable to let go of the belt, unable to lean away from Katsumi's one armed embrace. The food in front of him was delicious, and he knew that Retsu had made it with his health in mind. But he could only sit there, shaking as he gripped the belt tightly in his hand. It was then that he regretted deafening himself. He wanted to hear them, his first proper friends, he wanted to hear their voices to badly, to be able to have a normal conversation with them so he could hear what they were saying, but somehow, as they both leaned against his sides and held him, he felt like he could.

He felt like he could hear Katsumi's voice as he spoke, he could imagine what it would be about. A black-belt sat in his hands, and his first two friends sat beside him, a home-made meal ready to be eaten. Was this what normal people got to experience? Friends? Food? Gifts? It wasn't all that terrible, now that he thought about it. It wouldn't stay this way, of course. They would eventually leave, and he'd stay here, in prison, without the home-cooked meal and the company that didn't hate him. But for now, he supposed, he could enjoy it. Yes, he thought, letting them lean into him as he closed his eyes. He could enjoy this for as long as it would last.

He didn't sleep, he didn't have time to do that, but he did take a moment to gather his thoughts. Retsu's hand, softer, warmer, gentler, traced up the back of his neck, though it left after a moment. He would never admit that he was ashamed that he'd leaned after him to chase that touch, but instead of leaving, Retsu simply readjusted so that he could feed him, while Katsumi leaned against his side, still talking even though he knew Doyle couldn't hear him anymore. Regardless, it brought a smile to the red-heads lips as Retsu fed him spoonful after spoonful. This was peaceful. Domestic. Not what he was used to, but it was good. The food stopped coming, clearly gone, and he searched for where he thought Retsu would be, hands meeting his cheeks to steady his face.

"Thank you. It was good. Best meal I've had since I was brought here." He admitted, and while he couldn't hear Retsu's voice or see his face, he could practically feel the smile that he shot at him. "Ah, Katsumi, I've been practicing my Seiken. Every day, a part of my routine. I think you'd be proud of my progress." He said, and Katsumi didn't answer, getting up and walking away, and while he felt despaired at the motion, it didn't take long for him to return and press a familiar tablet into his hands. Braille letters greeted him.

"You look tired but I'll be back tomorrow. Show me then." He paused at that. Tomorrow? Katsumi would be back tomorrow? He handed the box back to Katsumi after clearing it.

"Tomorrow? You'd come back and visit me again? Why would you waste your time in a prison visiting a man on death row?" He asked, and it took a moment for the box to be pressed back into his hands.

"We're here for the week. We wanted to see you so we made a vacation out of it. Sorry it took so long." He scoffed, shaking his head.

"Don't waste your time. If you're in America for a week then go sightseeing. There's gotta be something you can do." He insisted, but Katsumi grabbed his face and held it steady. He got the message loud and clear despite not being able to hear his voice. The immediate protest, his voice vibrating through the air. There was nothing to be done about it. If they would visit him, he would allow them. He would accept them. "I get it, there's no need to yell, not like I can hear you anyways. Sorry, by the way. I lost the original belt you gave me when I got caught." Katsumi's hands moved from his cheeks to his shoulders in a reassuring gesture. He could picture the smile he knew would be on Katsumi's face then.

So calm, open and reassuring. What had he done wrong in his life for the first smile like that to come from a man he had fought almost to the death? First Retsu, and then Katsumi, both men should hate him. They probably did. But if they were going to be nice, his first two friends, he would accept it. He'd had a taste of kindness, and he wasn't strong enough to ignore it. He took the initiative this time and leaned into Katsumi's shoulder, breathing in his scent to try and remember it, to ingrain it into his mind so he would recognize it any time he encountered it again in the future.

"So. What's new? What have I missed out on in the outside world? Tell me they at least caught that old bastard Yanagi." He said, and he felt Katsumi's laugh. He could almost hear it, so boisterous and loud. Yeah, this was alright.

[moxagita]

Some WIPs I've had sitting around for months that I finally finished of some OCs

The first is Yanagi (shiny H-Typhlosion) and Kaede (shiny Typhlosion). The second is Toyokami (shadow/shiny Lugia) who's the father of-> Fuji (H-Typhlosion) who's the father of-> Yanagi.

[itsuki-minamy]

"AYAKA – SIDE STORIES 12" (Part 04/04)

"LONELY BOYS: THE CASE OF YUKITO YANAGI"

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

* List of Chapters

Yukito Yanagi lost his father, Makoto Yanagi, when he was five years old and was placed in an orphanage on the mainland.

Due to his ability, he always stayed away from others and lived a solitary life, but now he lives on Ayaka Island surrounded by people.

"Congratulations on entering high school, Yukito-kun."

"When I saw the entrance ceremony, I was so moved that I started to cry."

When Yukito and his friends left the school building, Inou and Momoko, who had attended the entrance ceremony as their parents, were waiting for them and called out to them. In fact, Momoko's eyes were wet and Yukito panicked.

"Oh, that's right, Momoko-san..."

"Hehe, I'm sorry. I've been waiting for this day to come since I sent Yukito-kun to the mainland..."

Momoko wiped her eyes and turned her gaze to Chatarou, Yako, and Ibara next to Yukito.

"Congratulations to Chatarou-kun, Yako-kun and Ibara-chan on their admission to the school. The uniform fits them very well."

"Ah. I'm used to seeing Chatarou-kun and Yako-kun in Japanese clothes, so it's kind of refreshing."

When Momoko and Inou said this, Chatarou and the others looked embarrassed.

"Hehe, that's it... Hmm?"

Chatarou gave a quick thanks, then looked at the sky behind Inou and his friends and frowned. Yako realized the same thing and exclaimed: "Ah!"

A young man dressed in Japanese clothing, similar to a kariginu, flew by with the wind. Yukito smiled bitterly. That's Haruaki Kurama. Seeing it coming from heaven is like a divine being descending.

Haruaki landed softly in front of Chatarou and Yako.

"Master! I said you don't have to come!"

"I told you to do your best!"

When his disciples reprimanded him, Haruaki lowered his eyebrows and laughed.

"I'm sorry. The number of visitors to the shrine has just stopped. I came because I wanted to see you all in the sun, if only for a little while. Oh, how beautiful it is."

Haruaki seemed genuinely happy, and Chatarou and Yako also softened their expressions, as if they couldn't help it.

Ibara took a step back from the exchange between teacher and students of Kaizumi Shrine and looked away, but her eyes widened when she noticed something.

"Boss!"

Yukito was also surprised and looked beyond Ibara's line of sight. Aka Ibuki was standing under the peach tree in the front garden. Ibara ran towards him and Yukito instinctively followed her.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"I finished exterminating the Aramitama that appeared near here. I just passed by."

Aka looked up and looked at Haruaki. Haruaki also looked at Aka with a complicated expression. There was a strange feeling of tension.

"Hey, let's take a commemorative photo together."

Momoko stood between Haruaki and Aka and spoke with a soft voice that seemed to loosen the tense atmosphere. He nodded and said, "That's good.".

Yukito compared the faces of his two older brothers. Neither of them moved, as if they were undecided.

(I'm going to ask you to help your incompetent brothers!)

Yukito gulped as he remembered his father's words that he had heard on the life line.

"Oh, that! I want to take a photo too. Let's all take a photo together."

When he mustered up the courage to say that, Haruaki smiled bitterly.

"If Yukito-kun says so..."

"……"

"Boss."

"I understand."

At Ibara's urging, Aka also reluctantly nodded.

Momoko let out a sigh as everyone walked to take a photo in front of the school gate.

"I wish Jingi-chan had come too."

Yukito laughed and was about to say, "I agree.".

"Congratulations on your admission!"

He heard a very familiar voice, so he stopped halfway.

When he turned his attention with a bad feeling, he saw a man sitting on top of the school gate drinking a can of chuhai. Sagawa Jingi. He is drinking alcohol and talking to the students as they pass through the school gate.

It was a scene that gave him a sense of déjà vu, but since this is Ayaka Island, he wasn't as excluded as when he was in a high school on the mainland, and those who know Jingi look at him and say, "What's wrong, Jingi?" when they passing.

Yukito approached the school door with a deep sigh.

"What are you doing, Jingi-san?"

"Oh, Yukito! Congratulations to Ibara and Chakombi on your admission!"

"Sagawa Jingi is the worst."

"He was drinking somewhere!"

"Also, please don't call us all lightly!"

Complaints came from Ibara, Chatarou and Yako. Momoko said with a wry smile, "You can't help it.", and Inou held his forehead and sighed, thinking that he had a headache.

"Isn't it strange that you and your brothers coincide?"

Jingi said that with a happy smile.

"It's not that we agree."

"We do not agree."

Haruaki and Aka's words overlapped, and the two closed their mouths in a bad mood. Jingi laughed and drank the can of chuhai he was holding.

When he was about to open the next can, Yukito reached out and snatched the sake from Jingi.

"What are you doing?"

"You've been drinking too much."

"What are you doing now?"

"Stop drinking a little and live a long life."

When he said that under his breath, Jingi looked taken aback, then his face fell and he laughed with an indescribable expression on his face.

"...Hehe."

In the photo taken that day, the new students Yukito, Chatarou, Yako, and Ibara were lined up in the middle, Momoko and Inou were next to them, and Haruaki and Aka were on either side. Jingi was still crouched above the school gate, smiling and placing a peace sign on Yukito's head.

[ao3feed-tododeku]

BLANK SLATE

BLANK SLATE by hearts4shoto

A Blank Slate, the best thing. People use this to reference a fresh start as a release from all the bad things that happened in the past.

Midoriya Izuku gave himself a blank slate. Ever since he was four, he realized that he couldn't be a hero. No quirk? You're a liability.

However, there's nothing in the rule book that says he can't help them

Words: 1073, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Asui Tsuyu, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya, Kirishima Eijirou, Shouji Mezou, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A, Class 1-H, Awase Yousetsu, Kuroiro Shihai, Kendou Itsuka, Kodai Yui, Komori Kinoko, Shiozaki Ibara, Monoma Neito, Tsunotori Pony, Tokage Setsuna, Yanagi Reiko, Hatsume Mei, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, League of Villains

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke, Bakugou Katsuki/Consequences, Fukukado Emi | Ms. Joke/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight

Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako Friendship, Support Department Midoriya Izuku, Bisexual Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Faces Consequences, Chaotic Hatsume Mei, Hatsume Mei Has ADHD

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47717488

[kingsbride-moved]

OOO for the mini playlist ask game: how would you feel about us sending a ship name? mine is hirael :]c

I'd love to do it for ship names too ^.^ I love hirael as a ship name also it flows so smoothly :~) This playlist ended up with soft nostalgic "end of summer" vibes <3 H | Hanare, Banare - Fullkawa Honpo ft. Buzzpanda I | If I Were - Vashi Bunyan (also linking same but different since they flow into one another) R | River Low | Shugo Tokumaru (this one I personally consider to be more middle of summer than end but also I'm the only person who cares about this distinction </3) A | A Gift from the Sky | Dido ( I linked this one for a music meme on my main too but u have to understand. I just like it a lot.) E | Empty | Livetune ft. Yanagi Nagi (I actually have this song linked in my carrd... it's been on my mind again lately) L | Lost and Found (Band Remaster Ver.) ft. Hatsune Miku + Mami + Perio