#I can't deal with P.E

[sukunasweetheart]

hear me out on bully!sukuna okay...

warnings; highschool setting, DUBCON, dry humping, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, sex in a confined space, semi-public sex, breeding, sukuna is kinda mean but is a simp at the same time, groping, cum in panties, just lots and lots of cum, "just the tip" he lied, mentions of pregnancy risk, ?cheating, sukuna the toxic tsundere but is horrendously down bad and perverted, eventual or mildly submissive sukuna?, this isn't gonna be the healthiest relationship - but its to be expected tho bc its a bully fic so..

Word count; 5.5k

bully!sukuna bothers you because he has a weird complex with you - preferring to be outright hated by you rather than deal with indifference or facing possible rejection.

it's often teetering on the edge of actual bullying; his existence is more of a nuisance than a serious distress to you.

he often loves getting on your nerves by tripping you up with his foot, only to catch you himself, or he purposefully bumps into you in the hallways making you almost topple over - like the fucking asshole he is. and you'll never forget the time you happened to get paired up with him on an assignment and the bastard had the audacity to try and take you both down by not doing his part. in exchange for his participation, he had you carry his bag for him around school for a week...

and he only gets more thrilled the more you fight back or retaliate.

sukuna likes to call you names, often using very condescending and colourful insults against you. and he likes to harass and chase off any potential boyfriends that come your way. that last one pisses you off the most. you want a boyfriend so bad, and that bastard is being such a huge cockblock. god forbid a girl wants to get laid. all your friends have had their first times already - why can't you?!

and he's back at it again too, after finding out that another guy confessed to you at school today. you accepted it. obviously when he wasn't watching. for a damn reason.

he finds out your last class was P.E today and you find yourself cornered in the locker room, empty of girls except for you. you ended up lagging behind as you were texting your new boyfriend over your phone after class. you try to walk past him to go home, but he traps you against your own locker.

you end up snapping back at him, having had enough of it.

"what is wrong with you? you know what? i think you're obsessed with me!" you shout back, shoving at his chest.

"who do you think you are, to stop me from getting a boyfriend... what, do you like me or something?" you speak without thinking, in a fit of anger.

"i bet you do! i bet you go home every night and jerk off to daydreams of me. is that right?" you go off, pushing every button you can.

sukuna falls silent. you expect him to argue back, to deny all your claims fiercely, and then go storming off, having heard enough of your nonsense.

but he's glaring at you, tight lipped, ears and cheeks turning bright red.

"...why're you silent all of a sudden? say something..." you continue awkwardly. "don't tell me... you actually...?"

"shut up," he hisses at you. "just shut up, for a second."

he wears an expression you've never seen on him before, and seems to be thinking about what to say next. he looks as though he wants to say something.

you open your mouth to tell him 'nevermind', but the sound of a small group of girls approaching the locker room is audible, which interrupts the both of you, and you panic. just what kind of rumours would spur on if they caught you and sukuna like this in here? you only just got your first boyfriend, there's no way you're gonna let this bastard ruin that for you!

thinking quickly, you open up your locker and roughly push sukuna inside, and then jump in after him. you shut the locker door quietly and peek outside through the little gaps at the top. the girls come in, having come back to get something that they left behind. what terrible timing.

one of the girls walk up a little close to your liking and you end up moving your body back as far as you can, your back pressing up against sukuna without thinking. and then you're startled by the low and quiet groan you hear behind you.

whipping around, you see sukuna with clouded eyes and a tightened jaw, barely able to fit inside this narrow locker. but he doesn't find it in himself to feel uncomfortable or annoyed at the situation.

after all, your ass is pressed up tightly against his growing bulge right then and there.

you were right about what you'd said earlier. he'd always daydreamed of a moment like this, pumping his cock at the thought of doing lewd things with you...

you turn back to the front, panicked. what the fuck? why does he look... like that?

kinda hot...

shaking your head, you try to ignore your beating heart, praying that the girls exit the locker room soon so that you can quickly escape from this situation.

meanwhile, sukuna's hands struggle to keep away from you as his brain begins to short circuit, dick helplessly twitching in his pants, chest heaving but it being of no help - as the locker fills with the scent of you in it, the sweetness of your shampoo and perfume, making his heart pump harder.

you slowly shuffle forward a little, trying not to lean against him so much. when are these girls leaving... you think to yourself. they've started gossiping amongst themselves, sitting on the bench. goddamn it!

large hands fall onto your hips and pull you back toward him. you feel him grinding his crotch against your ass, and you know that whatever is poking you is definitely his fucking boner.

"what the fuck, sukuna? s-stop," you whisper to him as quietly as you can.

sukuna has stopped his thinking in itself entirely. whatever's making him act right now is nothing but his pure and selfish desires. there's no way he can resist you when you're the one who climbed inside your own locker with him. he needs to relieve his ache somehow.

he gets more and more handsy with you as each minute passes. his large hand snakes up to fondle your clothed tits as he continues to discreetly dry hump your ass.

you should be disgusted. you should jump out right now and snitch on him and call him a molester right in front of these girls.

but good god, this feels like... nothing you've felt before. his wandering hands. his immense horniness. this tight enclosed space. the size of his boner. it's all making you excited in a weird way, and you're starting to feel aroused at your core.

sukuna is doing his best to get some pleasure from this minimal friction he's getting inside his tight space, but it's not enough. the desperation and arousal claws at him, his dick hurting from how tightly it's sitting in his pants. he swallows on nothing.

fuck it. he's already started. why hold back now?

you feel a shift behind you and the sound of fabric and a zipper being undone. is he...?

you gasp softly when something hot and hard gets pushed between your thighs. it's... it's pulsing. you can't believe this is happening. with sukuna, out of all people? should you be mortified or intrigued? you fear that the latter might be truer.

there's ringing in his ears. not a single logical thought is occupying his brain as he thinks purely with his dick at the moment, having waited so long for a moment like this. fuck, he's so hard. and it only excites him more that you haven't leapt out of this locker yet, running away from him. even though you could. his heart is on the verge of beating it's way up to his throat.

small, shallow thrusts. you feel his heavy cock rub up against your inner thighs, and both of his large hands are now groping your clothed breasts lewdly. he unbuttons your blouse, and then messily pulls down your bra, as he's desperate to feel the real thing, and you can't muster the strength to swat him away. when his fingertips tease your nipples, you have to stop yourself from making any noise. you've always wanted someone to touch you there...

never did you know that someone would be sukuna. you grab his wrist in a fit of desperation.

"you're a fucking pervert... what the hell are you doing?" you tell him a tad bit loudly, trying to deny the heat in your cunt.

"... did you guys hear something?" one of the girls suddenly ask outside.

your heart drops to your stomach as this sets off a panic inside you again. a big, warm hand clasps over your mouth, shushing you effectively.

"quiet..." he mumbles into the shell of your ear, and it weakens your knees. it never occurred to you that he's always had an attractive voice. a wave of goosebumps wash over your skin.

you look down. you can get a tiny peek of his tip whenever he thrusts in... it's so fucking big. you can't possibly fit that inside you, could you? when you catch that it's glistening with precum, your pussy squeezes around nothing.

one hand still over your mouth and the other teasing your tits, sukuna is busy slowly chasing an orgasm, regardless of the girls that have gotten a little wary outside. they soon forget about it and continue their pointless chatter.

fuck... his cock is so close to your cunt. the thought of it makes him shudder. he's almost there.

your hands are semi-clawing at his hand that's still against your mouth, when you suddenly feel him cease the incessant groping at your breasts. instead, it goes under your skirt - a finger loosening your panties up to fit his fat cock beneath the flimsy fabric.

there it is. your bareback fuckin' pussy. he has to bite his own lip to hold off groaning out loud. he does his best to slide his dick in and out against your slit - being restricted in movement due to the tight space, but make doing somehow.

you're actually thankful for his hand covering your mouth up, as you would've definitely moaned out loud if it weren't for him. it's unreal how turned on you are right now. does he feel it? all the slick pouring out of you? it's so, so strange. you were so sure that you didn't want this with him before, but not anymore...

it grazes over your clit over and over, painfully teasing, and you need to orgasm so badly.

sukuna jolts his hips against you, giving a final short thrust as his tip catches the fabric of your panties - he presses his own face against your neck to effectively silence himself as he reaches his first high.

you shudder as his dick pulsates between your thighs so strongly, making a hot mess in your underwear, cum spilling out in thick ropes - you feel the heat of it on your poor cunt, and you shiver as sukuna inhales deeply against your neck, his breathing wavering, dick aching for more even as it continues to spill heavily, creaming your panties. his tongue licks a stripe up your neck, causing you to shiver.

it's a pleasure that's greater than he could've ever given himself alone. but he wants more. he needs more.

you're in the middle of trying to gather yourself again, but you again, feel him moving his hips. just what is he up to now...?

your eyes widen when you catch onto how he's trying to thrust himself inside you now. there's no way... you struggle against him but he holds you still - mouth still firmly silenced by his palm.

the best he can do is have the tip inside. but for now, it's enough. he doesn't care - as long as he can get whatever pleasure that's available...

"j-just the tip..." he whispers with the smallest voice he can manage, against your ear again. it turns you on so good.

you can't help but enjoy when he gropes at your chest again, his tip bullying it's way in your desperate and wet hole, popping in and out, in and out, in and out.

even with just the tip, you're about to lose your mind. you want more, but at the same time you're scared what'll happen to your mind if he shoves that whole thing inside you.

sukuna's brain is yet again short circuiting as he dips the tip of his cock into your hot and slippery cunt - making him feral and desperate to get deeper. yet, what's stopping him is this confined space that suffocates him. there isn't enough oxygen for both of you here, and he wonders whether it's you or the lack of oxygen that's making him endlessly breathless.

oh, he's close again.

he's going to cum again, but this time inside. you want to protest, but you've always wondered... does it feel good to have it spill inside? regardless, you still try to struggle against him purely because you don't like the thought of sukuna knowing that you're enjoying this. even though it's already too late.

he holds you so tightly against him - before letting himself loose once again - tip poking into your pussy as he pumps inside, balls clenching. your hole is welcoming, and it puckers around him mind numbingly, milking his heavy cock for everything he has. you feel the warmth of his seed reaching inside you but not very deep - most of it trickles back out onto your panties. he twitches against you harder and more intensely, hips shoving into you messily.

you're both out of breath...

...and that's when both of you hear the girls leaving the locker room with muffled laughter, successfully avoided noticing you and him inside.

they turn the lights off before they leave, and the locker room turns dark and silent. you're now sweating against sukuna - and the moment you feel his hands loosen against you, you push the locker door open and step outside, unsure of what exactly you're trying to run from. sukuna himself? or the fact that you might be forming some kind of attraction to him? to the way he treats you?

but alas, no matter how fast you think you are, you could never beat sukuna's reflexes. in that quick momentum, he's pursued you outside and grabbed your arm - before pulling you back and shoving you against the now closed locker door.

"where do you think you're going?" he asks with a deep and low voice, vein popping on his forehead and looking desperate and an intense blush being permeated on his face. why is it that it's always made you feel so squirmy, whenever he cornered you like this? the size difference, the strength difference... the pervert here is not only him, it seems.

your needy gaze flutters from his eyes down to his exposed cock. it's veiny, throbbing, and leaking messily. it looks heavy and most importantly... it's so fucking big.

in the blink of an eye, sukuna has hiked your legs up, holding you up against the lockers, making it so that you cannot run from him again. it's game over.

"having the nerve to try and run after seducing me with your ass..." sukuna mutters angrily, lining his dick above your cunt and tummy, showing off how deep it'll reach if he slid it inside.

"no- i didn't..." you protest weakly, heart hammering with excitement. "idiot... let me down."

you tell him, despite your arms that loop around his neck.

"your voice is lacking it's usual sharpness," sukuna tells you breathlessly, flipping your skirt up and pushing your panties aside. it's still wet with his previous loads. oh- he can't think straight.

"wait-! something that big won't fucking fit!" you tell him, only now the fear beginning to hit you. moreover, you're afraid he'll end up breaking you and stop all rational thinking - this is dangerous.

"it will. i'll mould the shape of your insides to my fuckin' cock," sukuna insists, eyes focused on your wet glistening pussy. so pretty.

he pushes it in. but he doesn't stop there. he pushes it in all the way. balls fucking deep.

your eyes widen and when he thrusts the whole thing in one go, you well and truly break. legs trembling, pleasure washes over you and you cry out a moan.

"fuck-! did you just cum? are you cumming?" sukuna asks, panting, slowly sliding himself in and out as your cunt spasms around him. soon enough, he speeds it up and makes sure his tip is bullying your cervix with each deep thrust, eyes rolling back as your walls welcome him so warmly and clamp down on him.

"haah- haah- mm, fuck! you're so fuckin' tight! ugh, 'm gonna bust again," he slurs messily, hips moving non-stop. the unkempt bush of his pubic hair gives friction against you adding onto your strange sensations of pleasure. drool begins to roll out from the corner of your mouth.

his balls have never felt heavier as they slap against your wet ass each time he slams his cock inside, slick pooling out of you and creating droplets on the floor. he has a lot to give you... and your cunt is being so agreeable, the way it sucks on him, warm and wet. it's turning him animalistic, no thoughts running inside his brain except to fucking breed this hole. breed you.

not inside... not inside... you think, not realising that you're not saying it out loud.

"i'm gonna do it inside. i'm gonna-!" he hisses, hips stuttering at the last second.

"ugh- shit! 'm c-cumming... fuuck... fuck!" sukuna cusses deeply, thighs trembling as he continues giving tiny, but sharp thrusts even as he's spilling into you while buried to the hilt.

it's hot. you can feel that it's thick. there's so much. even more than his two previous loads. sukuna's face being twisted in pleasure puts you in awe - and you unknowingly tighten your pussy around him as he orgasms inside, joined to you hip-to-hip.

he's never felt such a deep seated pleasure in him before. he continues to gasp and shudder with every stringy spurt that he knows is reaching your womb. what if he actually knocks you up? what if his seed takes? it's a scary but thrilling thought. the thought of you swollen with his baby... all rational thinking has been thrown out the window due to this pleasure.

sounds that you never could've imagined coming out of sukuna continue to spill from his lips... he slides his cock in and out and squeezes every last drop out of himself, and he suddenly brings his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly. both of you pant over each other while making out messily as he slowly begins to thrust into you over and over again. he's going to get addicted to this. he's going to crave your pussy everyday from now on.

sukuna sucks on your tongue like he wants to swallow it. your arms hold onto him for dear life.

all too suddenly, he brings you off the locker, arms hooked under your legs and palms supporting you by holding onto your ass cheeks.

the kiss breaks, and catch sight of sukuna's lust-filled eyes as he moves you up and down his cock using his monster-like strength. and you're held up by him like this, you can't do anything to stop him. just cling onto him and take what he gives you.

"f-fuck, sukuna... ooh-! t-too deep," you mumble with tears in your eyes, gasping from the way his tip kisses your womb effortlessly. he's seriously too big for his own good.

"keep saying my name like that- it'll only make my dick harder," he pants, continuing to use your pussy like a fleshlight. his thick load has made it even wetter. he can feel your slick beginning to cream up around the base of his cock now, and it makes his chest well up with something like pride. does he turn you on that good? this hole of yours refuses to run out of lube.

the absurdly obscene plap plap plap sound of flesh against flesh, makes for the lewdest echo in the locker room. that, paired with the mild darkness, and the possibility of being seen by someone coming in during after-school hours, makes for the perfect thrilling atmosphere for such feral sex.

it's driving you mad. the echoing, the subtle anxiety, the smell of his sweat.

it's marvelous...

another orgasm hits you like a bullet train. gasping, you whimper as he continues fucking you through it this time, relentlessly thrusting into you regardless of your pulsing walls.

"shit... your cunt's clinging to me," sukuna groans, feeling blessed to see you get undone by him, by his cock. the fingertips of his large hands against your ass sink deeper, the pleasurable knot in his stomach getting tighter once again.

"you and your uselessly big dick... fuck you," you chide breathlessly, doing your best to keep your sentences clear even as he plunges into you with an unforgiving pace.

"clearly not useless when it's made you cum twice now, right?"

"shut up-"

you get cut off when he begins to thrust faster, as you witness the very moment sukuna's eyes become blank with pleasure, getting ready to empty his balls again.

"slutty fuckin' cunt. latching onto me so greedily... can't stop- thrusting-" he mumbles, gripping onto your ass tighter.

you can't help but sigh with pleasure when he begins to fill you up again, twitching and pulsing like crazy inside you as he spills so much seed like he's peeing.

"ohh, shit... cumming s-so hard..." he breathes out shakily.

you're starting to feel full. but you get the feeling that this still isn't the last one. desperate kisses are pressed against the side of your neck as he takes some time to relax a little again, thoroughly finishing deep into you, hips jolting every now and then.

he carries you over to the bench in the middle of the room, where he lies you down and brings your knees closer to your chest, fully exposing your cunt to him, whole. his dick still squeezed into you.

with a hoarse shaky groan, he slowly drags his thick cock in and out of you in this position, with only the heavens knowing how he is still hard after so many orgasms.

you give a small yelp as he speeds up - your plush walls embracing him warmly and filling up his balls once more. god, he doesn't think he'll ever have enough of this pussy. of you.

"idiot! e-enough.. take it out... i'll get- pregnant-" you warn him not-so-convincingly, with gasping moans between each word.

"c-can't... you're... sucking me in so good... can't stop-" sukuna replies with no thoughts in his brain other than to relieve the throb in his erection again. it's driving him up a wall, too. the flesh of your ass that softens the impact everytime he drives his hips into you. your squeals and whines of euphoria. your exposed breasts and glistening clit. he burns every detail into his brain, to make sure he remembers forever...

he doesn't even know what number round this is, but it amazes even him how he feels like he's already edging close to another climax. it's pathetic and ridiculous of him. but he can't help the fact that you push him over so easily.

the number of tissues he'd run through just from jerking off every time he thought about you all night... you have no clue.

recalling those moments makes him feel even more determined to chase this final orgasm even more rigorously. it won't be difficult, not with how your cunt swallows him up so nice.

"fuck.... i- i like you. i've always liked you..." sukuna mumbles out the sudden confession slowly.

"stupid... bastard... you say this now...?" you say as you sigh in pleasure, almost being close to your own climax as well, this position setting off yet another deep arousal in you. after all that bickering and tormenting - he has the audacity to confess to you? only after cumming inside multiple times?

"can't give any excuses can i?" he voices with a curt laugh - finding himself to be pitiful in this moment as well.

"but it's true... i- fuck- i like you so much..." he groans, hips getting faster.

your eyes begin to blur with tears again... sukuna thumbs your clit gently... and then you arch your back with a gasping squeal. sukuna too, hisses as he pumps you full for a final time, letting his dick drain itself in your fluttering hole, hips and thighs jerking uncontrollably while his tip leaks spurt after spurt through your cervix, overflowing you to the maximum.

after dumping his final load, he slowly drags his large, twitching cock out of you with a pop and lets it rest against your gaping cunt, pulsing weakly against your clit. his thumb pushes your panty lining aside to keep your pussy exposed for him to see. your hole is still gaping and thrumming, as if missing him already and he's watching with awe as big globs of his spend trickle out of you thickly. if he wasn't so exhausted, the sight of this would've made him hard again.

sukuna lets go of you and lets your legs rest on the bench, as you're still panting from the exertion, mind numb from that last orgasm. he seems to loom over you for a second, before leaning down, arms caging you against the bench, knee between your legs, to kiss you on your glossy lips. it feels good, but you wouldn't want to admit that out loud to him.

"i like you." he repeats again, after breaking away from you. he wonders why it had taken him so long to admit this fact. once he got it out, it became an easy thing to say. you look at his face and he looks so pathetic in your eyes, the usual look of cockiness and mischief being wiped away. he says it as if he's pleading you, and you know what he's asking for, what he's unable to say out loud. he probably wants to be your boyfriend.

it's strange to see the puppy eyes of your literal arch nemesis, and it's also strange to hear his voice give you a love confession. it makes you mad. it makes you angry. not because you hate it, but because you don't hate it.

he sees it. he sees the instant your eyes glint with anger, and he very swiftly dodges the head butt you try to give him at the very last second.

"move, idiot," you say sharply, glaring at him.

alright, he probably deserved that one.

you stand up and fix your bra and blouse before gathering your things from the locker before leaving without another word - sukuna follows you outside in a fit of mild anxiousness.

"hey-"

"you. take responsibility and buy me some plan b pills. and a pregnancy test kit," you interrupt, looking back at him.

"...alright," he responds rather obediently, after a nervous swallow.

after you turn back around to continue walking, the tiniest smile grows on your face... sukuna looking nervous is something you never thought you'd see. maybe you can use this to your advantage.

your phone vibrates in your hand. it's from your new 'boyfriend'. a sweet message saying he's excited to see you again tomorrow. you delete the notification with a little bit of guilt on your mind. you'll leave tomorrow's issues for tomorrow.

in front of the chemist, you languidly stand around outside waiting as sukuna does as you'd asked him. truth be told, it was because you didn't want to buy them yourself, out of embarrassment. you know he doesn't care about how people sees him, so no harm done there.

when he comes back out with the bag, he holds it out to hand it over to you. but when you try to grab it, he lifts it away.

"you're gonna break up with him, right?" he suddenly asks, with a rather serious expression on his face.

you ignore the question and try to grab the bag, but he avoids you again.

"...right?" he emphasises. he doesn't intimidate you at all anymore, not after knowing about his feelings for you.

"it's none of your business?" you tell him, finally snatching the bag. he doesn't look too pleased about that answer. you take the pills quietly and shove the rest into your bag.

"okay. now go home," you shoo at him. "i'm tired."

"you haven't answered me yet," he says firmly, holding onto your wrist.

"you'll have your answer tomorrow," you reply in an exasperated tone, shaking off his grip.

"and just letting you know. if it turns out positive, i'm never speaking to you again," you warn him with a deadpan face. in the back of your mind, you're pretty anxious about it, but you know according to your cycle, today wasn't a fertile day. that, and with the pill... it should be alright.

sukuna stiffens up and opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it again.

"and don't follow me. if you do, i'll also never speak to you again."

you're not that serious about not talking to him ever again, but you believe he deserves to feel as anxious as you do.

"... i wasn't planning on stalking you anyway. jesus," sukuna mutters, kicking at the dirt on the ground.

you narrow your eyes at him, and then continue your way home.

he scratches the back of his head in frustration. it's like he's skipped a lot of steps towards you and it's coming back to bite him in the ass. ah, well. nothing he can do about it now.

sukuna starts praying that the test comes out as negative.

-

in the end, you decided to become the asshole and just break up with the guy over text. what was there to even really 'break up' anyway? it was for less than a day...

regardless, the news seems to run across the entire school and your friends begin to pester you about why. you can't tell them the truth. what could you even say? 'oh, i got railed good by the one guy i despised in school and it made me end up changing my mind'? fuck that.

he walks towards you after school with seemingly high spirits.

"so... i heard you broke it off after all," he approaches you after hearing the good news. you'd been ignoring him all day, but he's hoping you'll stop once the day was over and there was no one else around to watch them.

you continue to give him the silent treatment, walking along without sparing him a glance.

"hey," he grabs your forearm to stop you from walking.

"stop ignoring me. please."

you only spare him a glance because he added 'please'.

"...i don't see how that changes anything between us," you finally respond.

"right. surely not," he responds, voice thick with sarcasm.

"is that the correct attitude you should be taking? i broke up with him because i felt bad i fucked someone else while we were together. not because i like you back," you shoot at him, crossing your arms.

"oh, give me a break. you were barely with him for one day-"

"sukuna. do you want me to like you back?"

sukuna falls silent, looking at you with annoyance yet also simultaneous desire.

"if you want me to like you... then you need to work for it. make up for all the mean things you've said and done to me."

"...how? what should i do?" he asks, daringly, stepping forward towards you.

you wordlessly take your bag and shove it against his chest with an aloof expression on your features. it startles him for a moment, but looking at your face, he understands what you're asking of him. he slowly smirks and slings your bag over his shoulder, on top of his own.

"easy. anything else?"

"...i'm kinda hungry. take me somewhere good to eat. you pay."

"so... a date?" sukuna hums teasingly, trying to hold your hand.

"nope. you're gonna act as my lackey for a few weeks. it's payback. after that... well, we'll see," you say as you dodge his hand.

he can't wipe the smile off his face. you're clearly playing around with him, but he doesn't hate it. it's another form of attention, is it not? he'll have plenty of chances to make you his from now.

little does he know... he's the one that will become yours in the end.

you know the drill! dot points bc im lazy as fuck!!

okay well, first off the test does turn out negative, lucky for him... from then on you make him wear condoms whenever you have sex

but before that, he spends a few weeks running around to try and appease you

everybody shocked to see the big bad bully is being so obedient, and little do they know...

mmmaybe you give him little rewards every now and then, some sneaky kisses or so, just to keep him afloat... and then you withhold your body from him again

still carries your bag for you everywhere

has to deal with the frustration of not having boyfriend privileges yet... always itching to touch you but you wont allow it until you think he deserves it

sitting between his legs but not letting him be handsy with you is torture. maybe he'll break the rules a bit and hug your waist anyway

love the thought of him borderline begging for your touch because he's so hard from spending so much time being so close with you and it's been well over three weeks since he's done anything remotely sexual with you

maybe you'll feel a little turned on by his pleading that you cave in a bit, and take him to the public restrooms for a few handjobs

he will take anything he can, the opportunist...

and you'll have plenty of fun edging and toying with sukuna until he's shaped nicely into being a good obedient boyfriend for you

bully sukuna trope was inspired and set alight by @gojos-thot-patrol btw, link to his fic here... mine took a completely different path but it was a similar concept in the end ✨️👌

Masterlist

[y1ling-laozu]

Trollhunter Claire except there is a misunderstanding and the antagonists still think Jim is the trollhunter

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Strickler, after seeing the amulet on Jim’s bag: 😨

Jim who retrieved the amulet from the teacher's office after coach Lawrence took it from Claire during P.E. because he wants an excuse to talk to his crush: Bye Mr. Strickler 😊

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Bular, seeing Claire in armor and being confused for 0.2 seconds because he was told that the trollhunter was a boy and that looks like a girl but also humans are weird and he can't bring himself to care about them and their gender:

Bular: JIM LAKE JUNIOR

Claire being so confused about this BEAST suddenly yelling what she's pretty sure is the name of one of her classmates that she forgets to keep running for her life: Huh??

Blinky: young lady Claire, if you care about your life even one bit, PLEASE KEEP RUNNING

•

Claire being smart and hiding her face while breaking into the museum so that nobody is able to see her, so no one knows that she's the trollhunter yet.

Nomura, finally getting away from the goblins and immediately seeing Jim and Toby walking on the street: THIEVES!!!!!

Jim and Toby: Where? 😮

Jim and Toby:

Jim and Toby: US???

(They still get the police called on them and Jim gets grounded because Barbara thinks that not only did he break the law, he is also lying to her face)

•

Claire after confirming for 13735468656th time that Jim isn’t a changeling: Why does Bular know his name???

•

NotEnrique, seeing Claire with the amulet, knowing damn well that's not fucking Jim Lake jr: Well, that’s going to be a problem.

NotEnrique: Not mine to deal with though, I wonder how long it will take them to realize that she is the trollhunter.

•

Jim: *sigh* another dull birthday.

-15 minutes later-

The Stalkling:

Jim: WHAT THE FUCK IS THATTTT????

•

Claire after Bular called her young Atlas, knowing that Strickler calls Jim that, and now realizing that A. Strickler is a changeling and B. They think Jim is the trollhunter: 😧

Bular, who still thinks this is Jim Lake jr, assuming that her reaction was only the realization of Strickler being a changeling: nailed it.

•

Strickler: I know.

Jim: You know what...?

Strickler: I know you know.

Jim: What??

Strickler: You didn't know I knew, but now you know. I know.

Jim: ???

•

Jim: Mom I don't like him, you should stop seeing him, he freaks me out.

Barbara turning and walking away: Jim I really expected better from you, I'm disappointed.

Jim: Mom he was mean to me every time you left the table 🙁

Barbara immediately turning back to Jim: he was WHAT

•

Strickler, after Barbara almost fought him, threatened to take his spleen?? And made him apologize to Jim for making him feel threatened: Well played trollhunter, well played...

Jim: Hm?

Strickler: Nothing, Young Atlas, nothing at all...

Jim: Okay...

•

I just think it would be really funny (read: devastating) if Jim always suffered because of the trollhunter mantle even when he has NOTHING to do with it 😭

Also Claire is a very protective character, so realizing that someone else has been getting hurt because of something related to her would be devastating for her

What do you mean Jim has been getting hurt because people thought he was Claire? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HER AMAZING SWEET ROMEO ALMOST DIED DURING HIS BIRTHDAY BECAUSE SOMEONE SENT HIM A STALKLING THINKING HE WAS CLAIRE???

I think it would actually break her heart with guilt, especially after realizing she has feelings for him

[lastoneout]

Seeing people say with their whole chests that forcefem has no parallel to irl violence or bigotry is fucking bonkers for like seven hundred different reasons but like the one that confuses me the most is we have documented proof of what goes on during conversion therapy and the kinds of shit transphobic parents will do to their kids afab who are too masc in any way, so like do you think that just doesn't happen? Everyone's lying? No transmasc or butch person has ever been murdered or abused to "fix" them?? 99.9% of butch folks afab have stories of being forcibly feminized by their friends and families, often violently, and I have heard from butch trans women that they face significant bigotry from other queer and trans people for the crime of being masc trans women. And intersex men have killed themselves over forced medical and social feminization!!

I just think maybe denying all the violence masc queer people of all types face at the hands of cishetperisex society to defend why your kink is woke is uh. Maybe extremely transphobic and butchphobic and exorsexist and intersexist?? Like I will defend both kinks because I think kinks are almost always morally neutral and I could not give less of a shit what people get off to but come the entire fuck on. If trans and gnc people who have their masculinity targeted exist, which they do, then forcefem has a real world parallel to systemic violence just like forcemasc does(as well as dozens of other kinks, this is a very normal thing and does not make either kink evil, I would wager a significant portion of incredibly common kinks parallel irl violence that's just...what kinks tend to be about, taboo shit), like please go watch Caelen Conrad's videos about infiltrating online gender critical parenting groups and tell me forcible feminization has never been weaponized in a way that could be extremely traumatizing and violent.

(My whole life I have had to deal with people constantly trying to make my name more feminine. I've had people outright refuse to believe I'm a girl named Alex including a customer who harassed me at work for like 10 minutes over it. I had a P.E. teacher growing up who refused to use my real goddamn name for a YEAR because apparently Alexis is a better name for a girl. People can't even be fucking normal about a girl named Alexandria preferring to go by Alex, there's a reason I refuse to tolerate it now, you pull this shit you're either apologizing and not ever doing it again or you're dead to me bcs it's genuinely insane that I should have my NAME denied to me because it's gender neutral and apparently to most folks gender neutral = masculine. They always wanna call me Ally or Lexie or Alexa or Alexis like Alex is one of the most common names in history can we not fucking act like a girl using it is a Defcon 5 Level Gender Deviance Crisis??? Not saying this doesn't happen to other trans and marginalized people of all types, it very much does, which is why it's crazy to me to deny that forced feminization has very much been a major form of violent oppression.)

Forcing masc folks to grow their hair out, wear women's clothes, use feminine deadnames or just names in general, to shave and wear makeup, refusing to give them birthday and christmas gifts they want in favor of girly stuff, sending them to conversion therapy or other institutions, forcibly impregnating them to deny them transition, just straight up beating them and treating them like garbage whenever they express masculinity, intersex medicalization and forced surgery and hormones that do not match the person's desires or gender, and yes gnc/butch trans women facing cis and trans folks who keep trying to "correct" their masculinity or suggest it's proof they aren't trans, these are all things that happen CONSTATLY to masc people, hell even cis men face this shit do you SEE the way white people treat asian and/or disabled men???

I s2g some of y'all think because the patriarchy exists society does not punish people who are not "supposed" to be masculine for being masculine anyway and it's actually deeply upsetting in a way that I cannot accurately put into words to hear my queer siblings deny the documented history of masculinity being punished when it deviates from societal expectations to defend a fucking KINK.

[mysteryshoptls]

R Cater Diamond - P.E. Uniform Vignette

"You traitor!"

[Sports Field]

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: Maaan, this is the worst～ Why'd we gotta run 10 laps around the campus?

Trey: Well, we don't really have a choice, do we? It's P.E. class.

Trey: Besides, we're already halfway done. Come on, Cater. Let's go, just 5 more laps.

Cater: You say already halfway, I say only! This sucks, it's no fun at all, and I smell terrible… It's nothing but the pits!

Trey: Okay, then I'm heading on ahead.

Cater: Nooo! Weren't we gonna run together all the way to the goal?

Trey: It's not like number of laps will decrease just by complaining about it, right? So I just want to get it over with as quick as possible. See ya!

Cater: Trey-kun, you traitor～～～!!

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: He seriously left me behind. I bet he's the type to try to finish all his homework on the first day of the holidays, too.

Cater: I'm only 18 once, y'know. I wanna just whiz by all the lame stuff without dealing with 'em.

Cater: How can I… Oh yeah! I can totally do that thing. Now, that's great idea that only I can pull off!

Cater: I only have 5 laps left… So that basically means I just need to cross the finish line 5 more times.

Cater: Sooo～

Cater: If I use my unique magic to create a buncha copies, it'll be easy peasy lemon squeezy!

Cater: Doesn't look like Vargas-sensei's paying any attention right now, either. Okay then, here we go!

Cater: I am him and he is another.

Cater: Split Card!

[poof! poof! poof! poof!]

Cater B: Hey, me, great idea ♪

Cater C: Wonderful plan, me ♪

Cater D: You're so smart, me ♪

Cater E: Hey, me, good job ♪

Cater: Thanks, everyone. So now, I'm gonna ask you all to each jog a single lap!

Cater: What'll that mean for us? Basically, we'll be able to finish running the 5 laps around the campus grounds lickety-split!

Cater B: Got it! Then, I'll go first!

Caters: See ya～♪

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: Good luck, me number one～ First one's at the goal! Now there's 4 left.

Cater C: Time for number two to head out!

[tup, tup, tup]

Cater: Good, it's going great. Even if it's hard for one person to run 5 laps, running them with 5 people is cake.

Cater: Alright, let's keep this up and knock the last three laps out!

Cater D/Cater E: Yeah!

Cater: That's the fourth me at the goal! Now it's just up to the real me to do the last lap. Here I g…

Riddle: You seem to be in a good mood, Cater. I thought you hated P.E.?

Cater: !! …Riddle-kun!? We're in different grades, why are you here on the sports field?

Riddle: Class 2-E has flight classes today. I was watching you from the sky.

Cater: Is that right… I woulda loved to get a snap of you flyin' the heck out of those brooms and throw it up on Magicam～ ...Haha…

Riddle: I'm not here to talk about me. I'm more curious to ask why I saw five of you on the campus grounds?

Cater: Urk!! Uh, you know, that's just… an optical illusion. You were just flying so fast that you must've been seeing things.

Riddle: …Really, now?

Cater: You're really amazing when you're zooming around. Plus, you just look cute overall, so you're like a butterfly!

Trey: Give it up, Cater. There's no way you'll be able to pull one over on Riddle.

Cater: Urk, Trey-kun…!

Riddle: Using your unique magic during class is against the school rules. I would have never expected to see a Heartslabyul student to do such a thing.

Riddle: I shall be reporting this to Vargas-sensei.

Cater: Wait, anything but that…!

Riddle: You're very fortunate, Cater.

Riddle: If it had been one of our dorm rules you had broken, it would have been off with your head without hesitation.

Cater: [huff… gasp… wheeze…]

Cater: Goal! I can't believe I had to run all ten laps all over again as punishment for trying to skirt it. That was way overboard!!

Trey: Here's a towel. Well done, you did it. Although, it kinda was all your fault in the first place.

Cater: Ah, you traitor! Aren't we supposed to be buds!?

Trey: That's why I did what I did. If you lied to Riddle, you would've been in worse trouble later on.

Trey: Besides, I'm the Vice Housewarden. That makes me the Housewarden's strongest ally.

Cater: See, you totally betrayed me… Ugh, I'm gonna transfer dorms!!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[dandadananalysis]

Dandadan Chapter 185 SPOILERS!

Finally, the ladies' combat!

Rin and Aira worked together so well!

I see, so Rin's ability only weakness is the area she can manipulate gravity is limited to a certain area around her!

And... her outfit is another discussion as well :3

It's been a while since I last saw Yukishiro beauty~!

I suppose, only a certain of people can actually see the pygmies! Is it... only small people and spirits can see them? Mai is a spirit, and Momo has supernatural power since birth, and Yukishiro the one who controls her.

They form a line with some help of Mai and lead them to the girls!

It's so cute that the pygmies actually worked with Mai and form her into a body :)

Dunk it, girl!

I think that I haven't mentioned this part in the previous chapter's review post, that the headless dudes dunk people in the normal way leading to their head and body is apart, but when dunking the opposite direction, their head and body will reform again.

And I think you guys already noticed this :)

Nice save, Mai!

Aira came to the rescue~

Hate the P.E teacher now >:( I knew there's something wrong with this guy > :<

Ugh that's disgusting, haiiya! Who eats a booger damn!?

(No no but like, Really like that way Tatsuya-sensei build up this character showing him being the pervert and blackmailed female students)

no like, i mean, this is embarrassing, but like, kids used to have a bad habit of eating it... not me okay T^T

They probably need to report to Queen (Joō)-sensei immediately and fire him pls!

The headless people, increasing size will make the girls a harder time to fight

Did you guys even notice? Throughout the fight, Aira didn't even panicked or terrified for a bit, yet still remain calm, thinking of strategies to deal with the headless people, saving the girls, defend them, eventhough she is the one currently injured!

And this is NOT the first time she showed this side of her:

In the Space Globalists Arc, after being healed by Mr. Mantis Shrimp, she quickly "educated" Jiji for being too "childish", and Momo, for acting before thinking twice! She kicked out the nonsense, starting "scolding" them to "return to Earth", then started planning out the training section for the 2 and Mr. Mantis. While being bandaged!

During the time they were training before the apocalypse, Momo and Jiji are the only 2 who is "not entirely serious", only Aira, who is fully awared of danger, woke up the earliest, started self-training before them! Even telling them the mistakes in techniques to improve! Like everyone, she was truly sad when Okarun is the one currently unconscious in bed, badly injured, the worst of all of them combined, yet, she couldn't be sad like forever, trying to encourage herself and the team to stay strong, even though one "soldier" is down.

If Momo is the strategist, Okarun and Jiji are the best fighters and shield, Aira is the best for leadhership! I guess you can understand why Momo can't be the leader of the team, right?

I guess this might be how the author, Tatsuya-sensei trying to show us through the story. Bravo our leader, Shiratori Aira!

But the teacher is not that dum, he is NOT at the school gym! Somewhere in the gym room of a skyscraper (?) watching the room through the surveilance cameras!

Are they invisible? Because those angles are pretty obvious?

Could be that by the time Yukishiro got "kidnapped", she lost consciousness, like Rin!

And he take that time running away! With his kozuki knives power!

Headcanon: If only Queen-sensei is here to help them... Pls let not be the last time we can see here :<

[hannahhook7744]

Tulip Rossi and Ligera Madrigal Friendship hc please ?

Tulip wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up and Ligera wants to be a reporter: they have a deal that the first (planned) time Ligera appears on tv, she'll be wearing one of Tulip's designs.

Tulip, not having a middle name, takes a lot of joy in bringing out Ligera's full names when they fight.

"LIGERA JUANA GUZMÁN MADRIGAL-"

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop pulling the middle name card!"

Needless to say, Ligera is not amused by it.

Ligera finds poetry romantic and pleasing, and so does Tulip.

Both girls are very into fashion but they also have very different ideas on said fashion.

They read Auradon Magazines together and they do the same with the two Isle magazines to get up to date with all the isle 'tea'/gossip.

They met at a Swords and Shield Match between Auradon Prep and Neverland Academy, and they've been friends ever since.

They were three at the time: Tulip was being watched by her mom, who is the headmistress and a tourney coach, and Ligera was there because Cesare was competing.

Tulip sometimes proof reads the articles Ligera writes when the pink haired girl needs the confidence boost.

Ligera will try out Tulip's designs and give her feedback for similar reasons.

They get along like cats and dogs, and occasionally but heads because of their differing (and sometimes overlapping) personalities.

Tulip and Ligera will text each other with gossip from their respective schools and home towns. They've been caught doing this multiple times.

Examples:

Ligera Madrigal: "This is gonna go so wrong."

Tulip Rossi: "Can't be THAT bad."

Sent during Ligera's lunch, to Tulip during her P.E period, regarding Doc the second/Raphael/Loverboy/Clumsy (son of Doc)'s horrible attempt at flirting with Mira (daughter of China Girl/China, the China doll from Oz).

Tulip Rossi: Wick Wing has a crush on Belinda Nattura Madrigal.

Ligera Madrigal: MY COUSIN BELINDA NATTURA MADRIGAL?

Tulip Rossi: Do you know any other Belinda Nattura Madrigals?

Ligera Madrigal: Good point. I'm getting a boat to Neverland ASAP.

Tulip Rossi: Wait, that might not be a good idea.

Ligera Madrigal: Says the girl who nearly killed her sister's boyfriend.

Tulip Rossi: THAT WAS ONE TIME!

Ligera cheats at hide 'n seek with her power of Lumokinesis (people often forget she can take the light out of a room, after all). Tulip hates it.

The two have secret sleepovers. Ligera will randomly show up at Tulip's window when she's supposed to be at Auradon Prep. Tulip lets her in every time.

Ligera is jealous that Tulip has a boyfriend and she doesn't but she's very happy for her at the same time. But she gets over that jealousy when she gets a girlfriend.

One time the two of them and Fuega managed to convince Tulip's classmates that they were triplets. It was in kindergarten but it still counts.

Tulip is very judgemental of Ligera's friends because she honestly can't understand why the pink haired girl is friends with Hap And Icey White when they're both so annoying.

Tulip is hellbent on playing matchmaker for Ligera. There have been four attempts so far.

They go on shopping trips together.

Ligera tried to serenade the mermaids at Mermaid Lagoon (the children of the mermaids from Peter Pan) in an attempt to get a romantic partner on a visit to Neverland. Tulip has a video of the disaster on her InstaRoyal and Auratube accounts.

Ligera has taken part in a few of Pin and Tulip's pranks, not that she'll admit it to anyone.

Ligera usually has treats from her great aunt Julieta to give to Lampwick when she comes over, since they've met before and she was one of three people who taught him how to cook.

Tulip and Ligera look somewhat similar.

Tulip and Ligera have matching friendship bracelets that they made together.

They have a skit Auratube Channel called 'Neverlight'.

They're ride or die, and WILL hype each other up during a fight.

They aren't allowed to watch horror movies alone together anymore because the last time they did, Ligera made all the lights in the house burst and the two of them were absolutely certain that a monster was going to eat them.

They share their food with one another. Ligera doesn't do this with anyone else but Fuega and Tulip only does it with Pin and Eleanor (and occasionally Lampwick) otherwise.

They have a similar taste in music.

Ligera is a part of Tulip's band, The Donkey-ettes.

They both nearly burned down Casita when baking but were able to stop the fire before anyone else noticed and it's a secret they're taking to the grave.

Tulip regretted gushing about Artie to Ligera because the moment the two of them started dating, Ligera told him that Tulip never shut up about him.

Since Tulip spends a lot of time with Morgie because Artie does, Ligera ends up doing so too. She thinks Morgie is pretty neat.

Tulip cannot get enough of Julieta's cooking. Especially when it comes to her Heartwarming Cocoa Hug Chocolate Caliente, Caribbean Starlight Seafood Rice, Coconut Fudges, and Cheesy Arepas. Meanwhile Ligera is 'obsessed' with Lampwick's Lemon Lips Cookies (they look vaguely like lips because of the way Lampwick makes them and were named due to this, by Tulip).

Tulip snores and Ligera glows in the dark while asleep sometimes, so they get to have many sleepovers with people other than each other.

Their favorite song is 'Charm Me Maybe' by The Sorcerer's Apprentices.

Their favorite shows are Real Princesses Of Charmingsville, Get Down With The Ballgown, and The Young And The Crownless.

Ligera watches Auradon News but Tulip doesn't because she finds it boring.

Ligera used to look up to Snow White but after d1 she doesn't anymore.

Their favorite video game to play together is Go-Go Ballroom Dancing (Video Game).

They will trash talk people they don't like to each other, since they know it won't be passed around if they do.

Ligera writes for Auradon Prep Times and Fashion Flash at school.

Both of them were both very entertained by the anonymous posts made during Wicked World.

If you mess with Fuega, you will have to deal with Ligera's wraith and if she's angry at you, then Tulip is angry at you... So don't mess with Fuega. It will not end well for you.

Tulip loves Fairy Bubble Gum while Ligera prefers Dwarf Gems, candy wise.

[repo-net]

How do you think Nagisa would react if the other warriors were the mastermind instead of Monaca

Oooh, that's a fun question. Thanks for submitting it, anon!

I'm going to assume that you mean if any of three other WoH had Monaca's ideals and goals rather than the pickle herself? I've actually never given this one much thought until you submitted it, but I'm always down to explore/give my own take on Nagisa's relationships with the other three kiddos.

To generalize the points I'll make, I think the one thing that'll stick with Nagisa finding out that Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko was pulling the strings is that he'd be able to stand his ground much, much better than how he took it when Monaca revealed her true motives, and he'd likely be able to keep himself composed; at least until the matter of expectations gets brought up.

Although Nagisa loves those three dearly and would put himself in danger before letting any of them get harmed, Monaca was a special attachment that he had. I've said this in previous posts, but I do think Nagisa's kind of had a hunch that there's something wrong with Monaca, and one reason why becoming leader meant so much to him is that maybe with that authority he can convince her to get to a paradise without like, committing a full-blown genocide.

I'll surrender that It's a little hard to imagine the three of them actually having it in them to lead something as diabolical as Monaca's plans, but maybe my imagination just isn't wild enough, eheh.

For the sake of storytelling, I think how this would play out in terms of the other Warriors getting sic'ed would be:

Chapters 1-2 are occupied by the two from Masaru/Jataro/Kotoko that aren't the mastermind, while Nagisa takes the lead in Chapter 3 and tries to deal with Komaru and Toko before realizing that he can't beat them, so Chapter 4 starts off with him as usual - trying to get both of them to leave Towa City before the eventual confrontation with one of the three other WoH being the mastermind. As for where Monaca would fit into all this, uhh. No clue. But she isn't really an important factor in this post.

Individually though, Nagisa's reactions to the three other Warriors being masterminds...

Masaru

More than anything, he's actually shocked. Masaru being the one is what would take him off guard the most. While Monaca broke him; it was because he repressed/denied the possibility because he wanted to believe he could trust her. This is an option he never accounted for, and it's because Nagisa thinks Masaru would be too much of a dunce to pull something like this off.

The initial reaction would be something akin to dismissal, before realizing 'oh shit, he's actually serious?'. That's when the anger kicks in. Not so much fear, but just pure vexation at the fact that he of all people thought that something as insane as creating a second Junko would be a good idea.

Nagisa'll threaten Masaru that he'll tell on Monaca, but Masaru at this point likely doesn't care. This version of Masaru likely rules through power and would probably just bullrush through his enemies to get his way. I could honestly believe in the idea that he'd be cruel enough to show Komaru her parents' corpses in a similar fashion to how the pickle did it. (Actually, all three of them should be able to...)

This Nagisa would probably want to throw hands with Masaru because his opinion on Masaru already isn't the greatest and he gets annoyed by him pretty easily; but having a reason to go from 'well he's kind of annoying but he's still a good friend to me' to actually hating him - it's a transition that gives Nagisa motivation to actually fight back. Though he'll probably realize soon enough that trying to hurt a P.E kid when the one thing you flunked in school is P.E would be a terrible idea...

Though self-doubt issues would surface, Nagisa would find it easier to deny Masaru's taunts and telling him that nobody expects anything from him in comparison to being told the same ideas by Monaca. This version of Nagisa likely makes it past Chapter 4 because he runs off to Monaca. Kotoko and Jataro are absent here, so Monaca and Nagisa would probably alarm Tokomaru about what's about to go down.

Jataro

"He was always kind of strange, but to think that this is what he had in mind all along...?" - That's what would settle in. Unlike with Masaru's reveal, Jataro's would make Nagisa put things into perspective for a bit as he realizes that maybe all those gross things Jataro told him were his actual thoughts and not just ways to get Nagisa to hate him.

Heck, I think he'd genuinely be wondering at first if this is just another one of Jataro's ways to get Nagisa to hate him, because Nagisa's aware enough to realize that Jataro might think Nagisa doesn't hate him unlike the other Warriors because he's been far more patient with him and doesn't pick on Jataro.

This one would have a much softer Nagisa - he'd ask if any of the other Warriors have been going overboard with their teasing/bullying and that's what's making Jataro act out like this. Even when he's already showing himself off to be evil, Nagisa would still be concerned for mask boy's well-being.

(Actually, that could be a motive for why a MM!Jataro would want to pursue a second gen Junko, no? Maybe because Junko was the only one who seemed to care for him/give him what he really wants, and now Jataro wants to have something akin to that now that Junko's gone.)

Eventually, Nagisa'll realize that Jataro's a lost cause and he'll turn his back on him. With Masaru and Kotoko absent from the Warriors here; he again tells on Monaca - but as strange as it may sound, I think Jataro would be much more eager to go after Nagisa and make sure he doesn't ruin his plans than Masaru. Nagisa still seeming to harbor some sort of pity instead of hatred towards Jataro would push the latter over the edge and he might just finish the job himself. Though of course, all of this is just speculation on my end.

Kotoko

All the masks finally come off here. And out of all three - Nagisa would be pretty quick to believe in the idea that Kotoko was puppeting the strings all along. This is less because of an inherent bias against her, thinking that she's always been evil; but rather that if anyone had the capacity to be so violently cruel, it'd be the one who's been an actress since she was born.

I feel as though the sequence of events that would play out are pretty similar to how it goes down with Monaca, and that's because Kotoko would know how to push all the buttons to set Nagisa off, and she already has the attitude/malice to pull it off if she were a much darker character than her canon self.

Since Kotoko knows how to push Nagisa over the edge and break him like Monaca did in canon; Nagisa's reaction here mirrors how he is in UDG proper - utterly defeated, but this time it's because Kotoko would taunt him, telling him that nobody would ever believe him if he tried to snitch on her, because who would trust the smart, calculating Nagisa over sweet, innocent Kotoko, right?

She'd also be able to lure Nagisa into doing her bidding in a similar fashion to Nagisa's - Nagisa doesn't have it in him to hurt Kotoko and she's fully aware of Monaca's crush on Nagisa; but instead of childishly teasing him over it, it's using it against him - maybe something along the lines of threating to harm Monaca if Nagisa tries to tell her/betray Kotoko.

Because of that, Nagisa's fate here is likely the same as it is in UDG. Gets 'crushed' by a robot at the end, never to be seen again.

[elizaditton]

Too Small To Be Afraid (Chapter 16)

Cover / Master Post / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

A/N & T/W: Hey guys, just as a heads up I wanted to let you know that this chapter contains an intrusive daydream of Kaylin's that may be uncomfortable or traumatic for some of my readers. It deals with food and the idea of humans and pertheans eating together. I wanted to convey how this makes Kaylin uncomfortable without making my readers uncomfortable. I've thought a lot about what I've written and I don't believe I've crossed any lines, but for those like me who like G/t but struggle with the idea of food or sharing a meal in that context (and of course, the fears associated with that), the content may be uncomfortable to read. I just want to make it clear that my content does not and never will contain fetish material. My writing will always be safe for work content as I strive to please God in all I do. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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It was only about a month ago that Dad and I packed our bags and moved half way across Koronia, and now it's already Rosan. At first, I wasn't expecting much from my dad's hometown, but I've been blown away with how much has happened since we arrived in Chancelor. I wasn't expecting to be forced into attending a deskmate school, and I certainly wasn't thinking I'd ever become friends with a perthean. I always worried about what would happen if a perthean found out about my fear, but never in a million years would I have ever predicted that one would actually want to help me overcome it!

Derrick and I have met up after school a few times now, and although these meetups have been helping me a little, I'm still not sure what my deskmate has in mind for us in the long run. Surely there's more to this than practicing eye contact and learning how to step onto a perthean's palm without falling over.

I think through what could possibly be next as Brittney and I make the trek from the cafeteria back to the pickup area.

"I really wish we could all just have our lunch together, you know?" Brittney says with a huff, interrupting my thoughts.

"What?! What makes you say that?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat at her suggestion as I desperately try to keep my mind from forming any pictures of sharing a lunch table with pertheans.

"It's just... we'd have so much more time to hang out as a group if we had our lunch together! Since this school is so focused on getting humans and pertheans to get along, you'd think they'd want us to have meals together, right?"

I hadn't thought about it before, but I guess what Brittney's saying makes sense. I was surprised when I first found out I wouldn't be sharing Physical Education or lunch periods with my deskmate, but in my relief, I decided not to question it. I suppose separating for P.E. makes sense since it's not a good idea to mix humans and pertheans for strenuous activities like exercise, but what about lunch period?

"Come to think of it," I start, a part of me curious to know and another part of me fearing the answer, "why do we separate for lunch period, anyway?"

Brittney's eyes narrow as she looks away, her lips pouting.

"It's all that Steven's fault!" she says.

I blink. "Steven? Who's Steven?"

"Soaring Steven, back in the twenties. Lunch period was shared here until he had his deskmate throw him across the cafeteria to see if one of their friends could catch him. Landed in a girl's soup and even broke some bones in the process," Brittney says.

I shudder at the realization that humans are light enough to pertheans to be thrown across a room by them. Not only that, but we're small enough to swim in their soup, too! I'm relieved that I don't have to suffer through a shared lunch period with my deskmate, but I can't stop myself from shaking at the idea.

I turn from side to side only to realize that I'm surrounded by mountains of colossal foods stacked much taller than I am with no way of escape. I spin around to face a wall of green fabric that I trace up, up, and up to my deskmate's enormous face. He ravenously gorges himself on nearly half of the sandwich in his hand—tearing off a hunk bigger than me—and thoughtfully chews his meal, his eyes locked with mine. My legs tremble beneath me as I stumble backwards, my eyes darting anywhere but the sight in front of me. This isn't happening.

As I continue to inch away from the perthean in front of me one of my feet makes contact with a thick metal prong, causing me to let out a yelp as I fall flat on my back. Lightheaded and out of breath, I sit up and discover the object was one of the tines on a huge fork.

A massive digit rests under my chin and leads my gaze back to the tall perthean boy in front of me. He gulps down the rest of his sandwich while his big blue eyes scrutinize my fallen form.

"Kaylin," he chuckles. "You're so... tiny, you know that?"

I stare into those massive blue orbs of his as blood rushes to my cheeks, making my ears hot. Anxiety floods my nervous system leaving me incapable of doing anything but quiver where I sit.

Tiny...?

"Anyway," Brittney says, interrupting my thoughts again, "after that incident... the school decided it would be best for deskmates to have 'less time for shenanigans' or something like that. If you ask me, they shouldn't have punished the whole school for a couple of students' idiocy!"

I stare down at my quaking hands. Tears prick the edges of my glazed eyes, and one or two trail down my face. I try to steady my breathing, but my lungs begin to take in more and more air at an increasing rate.

"Hey," Brittney says, turning to me. "Kaylin, are you—"

WHAM!

Something crashes into Brittney and I, interrupting our conversation and sending us both to the floor along with the contents of our open bookbags.

"Hey! What's the big idea?!" Brittney says, dusting herself off as she sits up.

"I-I'm sorry, I couldn't—" utters a boy on the floor in front of us. He coughs, lowering the tone of his voice. "I mean, it was an accident."

Brittney sighs. "That's okay. Here, let me help you with your books."

"Th-that won't be necessary." The boy says, brushing his black hair away from his green eyes before scrambling to pick up his books.

I rub my head, which throbs from the impact with the boy. I blink a few times, staring at him. He's familiar to me, but I'm not sure why.

"Hey, wait a minute," I start, remembering my encounter with that boy from my apartment last week. "Aren't you—"

The boy looks to me, eyes wide, and shakes his head vigorously. He grabs the rest of his books from the floor and stands, running off to the balcony without another word.

"Ugh! Rude! And hasn't he ever heard of a bookbag?" Brittney grumbles. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I say, picking up Brittney's Algebra textbook and passing it to her.

"The nerve of that guy! 'That won't be necessary...' just who does he think he is bumping into people and then running off like that?"

As Brittney passes me my Koronian and Biology textbooks, I can't help but wonder why Sam was in such a hurry to get away from us. He's run away from me twice now, which I find a little odd. And why wasn't he wearing his glasses? He probably could have avoided bumping into us if he had worn them.

"Hey, what's this?" Brittney says, picking up my sketchbook and flipping through the pages.

My heart sinks heavily in my chest. I've never let anyone look through my sketchbook before! Most of the drawings in there are unfinished sketches, many of which I never ended up being happy with, and none of which I feel too excited about sharing. But as Brittney flips through the pages, her eyes widen in awe with every new piece of artwork she lays eyes on.

"You made these? They're incredible!" Brittney exclaims.

"They're not that great, really." I say, reaching for the sketchbook.

Just as I'm about to take the book away from Brittney, she lets out a big gasp and turns the interior toward me. On the pages are two nearly completed sketches of Captain Tristen and Merlot from Stranded, respectively. They're old drawings, and not ones I'm particularly proud of. My insides convulse and cringe as I'm met with the sight of improper foreshortening and all sorts of rushed, sloppy details.

"You draw Stranded?! You know this is my favorite show ever, right?!"

Brittney babbles on elatedly and at a rate I find myself straining to keep up with. I can hardly make out what she's saying, but from what I can tell she's gushing about some recent revelations about Merlot and how she was able to predict them in her fanfic.

"Anyway, here! See? This is my cover!" Brittney says, pulling out her phone and swiping to Splosion. She shoves her phone into my hands to reveal the cover for 'Jack And Merlot: A Frame Of Mind,' which consists of a crude doodle of the titular duo holding hands.

"Oh, um... cute!" I respond, my mind still struggling to process what she's going on about.

"Do you think you could draw me a new cover?" Brittney blurts out, her hands clenched excitedly.

"I-I don't know... wouldn't it be put online for anyone to see?" I ask, the idea of strangers seeing my art making my insides flip.

"Well, yeah, but they don't have to know who drew it unless you want them to!" Brittney responds, folding her hands together and pleading with her big brown eyes. "Come on! Pleaaase? Your art is so good!"

I think for a moment as I look into Brittney's unrelenting puppy eyes. I guess it wouldn't hurt to draw her a picture for her story, especially if no one has to know I'm the artist.

"Sure," I finally answer.

"Yippee!" Brittney exclaims, jumping up and down like a little kid.

"Come on," I say, handing Brittney's phone back to her and taking back my sketchbook. "We're going to be late for sixth period!"

"Oh! Right!"

Brittney turns and hurries down the hall to the balcony. Before following after her, I quickly flip through my sketchbook and land on a page with a finished sketch of a perthean boy and a human girl laughing together under a cherry tree. My cheeks redden when I lay eyes on it and my insides flip around again. I let out a sigh, relieved that Brittney didn't get this far into the book.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"So!" Brittney exclaims from the balcony, her hands secured on the railing as she beams up at my deskmate. "Your birthday! What do you have planned?!"

Derrick rubs the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "I didn't exactly plan anything."

"Come on," Brittney says, "there has to be something you'd like to do on your special day! Can't you think of anything?"

Derrick places a hand under his chin and closes his eyes, thinking for a moment. "Well, I won't be home until around five, since I have... an appointment."

Kevin looks up from his phone. "You made an appointment on your birthday? What for?"

"I— well, yeah. It's a... doctor's appointment. I forgot to reschedule," my deskmate says, glancing in my direction. "But if you guys want to come over to my house at 5:30 or so, we could hang out? Maybe play some games?"

"I'm in!" Brittney hollers, pumping her fist in the air.

"Sure," Kevin answers, his eyes once again glued to his phone. "Need us to bring anything?"

"You could bring some games if you have any, but other than that nothing comes to mind," Derrick says.

Brittney turns to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "You're coming too, right Kaylin?!"

The world begins to spin as the others' eyes all turn to me. Me? Go to a perthean's house? No way! The enormous classrooms at school are hard enough for me to deal with as it is, but an entire house? I don't think I could handle it! The sheer scale of everyday items would overwhelm me for sure!

"I... don't know," I say. "I think my dad needs me home for... something." I mentally kick myself for not being able to think of any kind of real excuse.

"I'm sure your dad won't mind!" Brittney reasons. "After all, birthdays only come once a year!"

I look around at the group. Brittney's grinning with her hands pressed together, gazing at me expectantly. Derrick gives me a knowing smile, his brows upturned. And then my eyes fall on Kevin. His narrowed brown eyes look void of any life as he stares me down from above. My gut twists and turns as the weight of his stare presses down on me.

I can't go to this party. No way. Not if he's coming. How did Derrick manage to become friends with this guy, anyway? Was it just because of Brittney? And why is Brittney even with this guy? They're complete opposites! My fear may include all pertheans, but it's pertheans like Kevin that really terrify me!

"Kaylin?" Brittney says, pulling me from my thoughts. "What do you say?"

"I-I'll talk to my dad," I stutter. "But I really think he needs me for... that thing."

"Great! See you all there!" Brittney spins around with her arms stretched wide and heads for the door. I don't think she registered what it was I said at all.

"Hang on there, princess," Kevin says, causing Brittney to come to a halt and turn back around.

Princess? I never expected a guy like Kevin to call his girlfriend something so sappy!

"Yes, my prince?" Brittney answers, clasping her hands together as she flutters her eyelashes.

"If you're going to Derrick's place, you might as well come with me. You can't get there by train, you know," Kevin says.

"I guess you're right," Brittney giggles.

Kevin looks over his shoulder, presumably to see if any teachers are nearby, and then offers his open palm to Brittney who runs and leaps into it with a loud 'wheee!' The way she flew into his hand without a second thought makes me think about how I can barely even walk onto Derrick's open palm without struggling and stumbling. How does she make it look so easy?

"Shh!" Kevin hushes his girlfriend. "I'm not supposed to pick you up this way in here!"

"Sorry," Brittney says, her lip protruding in a pout.

"See you later," Kevin says to Derrick before walking off, mumbling something to Brittney about how he doesn't want to get in trouble 'again.' I guess I'll have to ask Brittney what that means later.

Derrick looks at me and laughs.

"What?" I ask.

"I'd like to see you jump into my hand like that," he says.

My face reddens, and I immediately avert my gaze. "D-don't be ridiculous! What those two did was dangerous!"

"I know, I know," Derrick says. "It's just that..."

His unfinished phrase hangs in the air for a moment, causing me to wonder what it is he means to say. I look back at my deskmate, his gaze fixed on me. What emotion is filling his eyes I can't say, but what I do know is that something has to be weighing on his mind.

"It's just that what?" I finally ask.

"Nothing," Derrick says, shaking his head. "I'll see you out back."

With that, he turns away, leaving the balcony behind him as he heads down the hall. My heart sinks in my chest. What isn't he saying?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I heave a sigh as I close the door behind me. I feel bad we didn't cancel our meetup for today, considering it's Derrick's birthday and all.

"Hey," he says with a smile, approaching the balcony and placing his hand on top of it. It's sort of become routine for me to walk onto his hand at the start of our meet ups, not that I've gotten any better at it.

"Hey," I answer as I approach his open palm.

The size of his hand still manages to freak me out, but at least I'm not as averse to it as I was when he first started helping me with my fear. After a bit of wobbling and struggling, I manage to position myself in the center of my deskmate's palm and sit down.

"Sorry for making you come out here on your birthday," I say with my head down as I nervously twiddle my thumbs. "I know there's other things you'd rather be doing right now."

"Aw, come on, you know that's not true!" Derrick beams at me from above. "There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now than helping out a friend."

I smile back at him, though his words don't reassure me completely.

"Now," he starts as he moves beside the balcony and gently sits down, "since you've been improving so much this week with both eye contact and with walking onto my hand, I thought we'd try something new. If you're up for it, that is."

"Something new?" I ask, my gut immediately beginning to twist. "Like what?"

"Would you be up for trying shoulder etiquette?"

"Shoulder etiquette?"

"Yeah! I'd place you on my shoulder, and you'd stand there," Derrick explains. "It's a formal form of etiquette that even the teachers use, so we can practice it during school as well."

My mind flashes back to orientation day, when I saw most of the school staff going around in pairs like that. I remember Derrick had asked me that day if I wanted to try standing on his shoulder, and I coldly turned him down. A weight fills my chest as I think about all the ways I was unkind to Derrick before we became friends.

"Okay," I say, "we can try it."

Derrick nods and lifts the hand I'm in up to his shoulder. My core tightens and my heart thrashes about within me as the distance between us gets smaller and smaller. As I find myself nearing the crook of his neck, I begin to feel heat radiating from his body like a space heater. He's so warm! My insides do a somersault, and my cheeks redden as I release a shuddering breath. I don't think I've ever been this close to anyone before, let alone a perthean!

I slowly rise from my place in Derrick's palm, carefully maneuvering past his fingers and onto his shoulder. I nearly slip once or twice as I struggle to maintain my balance, but manage to secure myself by grabbing onto the collar of the white button up he's wearing under his blazer.

"How are you doing?" He asks, removing his hand and leaving me stranded on his shoulder.

My eyes can't help but wander downward until I'm gazing helplessly at the hard concrete below us. Even though my deskmate is sitting down, I'm still so high above the ground! A fall from this height would certainly kill me! I let out a yelp and slam my eyes shut, gripping the collar of Derrick's shirt more tightly lest I slip and fall to my death!

"Hm, not good?" Derrick asks. "I suppose it takes some getting used to. Just hold onto me, you'll be fine."

"Mhm," I hum as I try to keep myself from trembling. If my legs continue to quake like this, I'll slip for sure! I have no idea how the teachers or the other students at school manage to go around like this!

"So, while you're getting adjusted..." Derrick begins, "is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"Um..." I think for a moment. "You're turning eighteen, right?"

"Right. Just two more years and I'll be an adult."

"How has preadulthood treated you so far? Do you feel prepared for adulthood?" I ask.

Derrick hums, thinking through my question. "Well, I guess it beats being a teenager. I still can't drive, but I'd say I can cook, clean, and budget decently enough to live on my own if I wanted to. I'll probably wait until university to move out, though. What about you?"

"I've learned a lot from my dad. He's a good teacher. He taught me nearly everything I know about being a preadult. Cooking, cleaning, budgeting... although he's not very good at home repair..."

"Did your mom teach you anything?"

My heart plummets to the ground, and my guts twist and turn tightly within me.

"I... well, my mom died when I was only six. It's just my dad and me."

"Oh... I'm sorry," Derrick apologizes.

"No, it's okay. I'm over it. It was a long time ago," I sigh.

I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure of whether I'm being honest or not. It's been years since my mom passed, but I've always longed for her to be a part of my life. I wonder all the time what might have been if only she hadn't...

"You know, I guess my mom did teach me something," I say, letting my mind go to the past. "I remember when I was a little girl, I'd watch her make different pieces of artwork. I was so fascinated with how she was able to draw such fine details and pick such beautiful colors to paint with. I have a memory of her sitting down with me and teaching me how to draw different flowers. Pansies, bluebells, rotizelles... and although I'm still not very good with flowers, she did instill in me a love for art."

"I remember you said you liked to draw when we first met, and I've seen a few of the doodles in your notes," Derrick chuckles. "I have yet to see a finished piece from you, though. Especially since you're always hiding your drawings."

My face gets really hot really quickly as my mind turns back to the sketchbook I brought with me to school. "A-actually," I stutter, "there's... something I wanted to show you."

"Something you want to show me? Really?" Derrick asks, surprised. "Am I finally going to see one of your drawings?"

"I-I— well," I stammer, embarrassed, not really knowing what to say. Is what I'm about to do really a good idea?

I reach into my bookbag and feel around for my sketchbook. Pulling it out, I turn to the page with my finished sketch of the two of us laughing under a cherry tree and look it over for a moment.

'It's hideous!' I can already hear my deskmate say. 'Is that supposed to be us? What an ugly art style!'

"Kaylin?" Derrick asks after a long silence.

"I— um...! H-here, I... made this for you," I sputter. "For your birthday!"

I grip the collar of Derrick's shirt with one hand, and with the other I stretch out as far as I'm able and present my sketchbook to him.

"For... me?" Derrick asks, taking the sketchbook in between his thumb and forefinger.

Silence fills the air as my deskmate stares down the human-sized book in between his fingers. My heart pounds and pounds while my insides swarm with butterflies! What will he think? What will he say?! I almost wish I never brought this up! I'm sure he'll think it's a pathetic gift! I knew my art wasn't good enough to be shown to anyone, so why did I ever think it would be a good idea to make this dumb drawing for his birthday?

Derrick gasps. "Wow, I don't know what to say."

I try my hardest to slow down my breathing, but it's no use. My whole body shakes as I brace for the impact of whatever criticism is about to come my way. He hates it, doesn't he?

"Kaylin, you drew this? This is amazing!" my deskmate exclaims.

"I'm sorry! I knew it wouldn't be good enough!" I say, only to blink a few times in confusion. Do my ears deceive me? "Wait, what did you say?"

"This is amazing! Is this what I think it is?" Derrick asks.

"I-it's... you and me," I answer, "under that cherry tree we saw the other day."

Derrick continues looking the drawing over. "Wow," he says again.

"I-I can send you a photo of it, if you want," I suggest.

"That would be great!" he says, handing the sketchbook back to me. "After all, I'm sure you wanted to keep your book."

I put my sketchbook away and quickly open up my phone to send a picture I took of the drawing to Derrick. Once I send it, his phone buzzes almost instantly, and he unlocks it to view what I sent.

"Thank you, Kaylin," he says, gazing at the drawing once more. "Really. It's a wonderful gift."

A warmth fills my heart, soothing any remaining anxieties I had about the drawing and leaving me with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.

Time continues on in the blink of an eye, and before we know it, we've already reached our usual time of departure.

"Well," Derrick says, carefully standing up from his spot beside the balcony, "I guess we better get going."

My heart races and my eyes widen as he stands to his full height. I look beneath me at the ground below and watch as it gets farther and farther away. If the distance to the ground when he was sitting wasn't enough to kill me, this distance will surely do the job! My vision doubles as the scenery around me spins and my insides churn and convulse! I grab onto the collar of Derrick's shirt with a death grip, lest I topple down toward the unforgiving concrete below!

"Sorry," Derrick says. "I tried to be more careful, since you're on my shoulder."

"N-no, you're fine, it's just that... I feel like I..." I trail off, unsure of how to describe what's going on inside of me.

"You feel like you're going to fall?"

"Y-yeah," I murmur, trembling where I stand on my deskmate's shoulder.

"Don't worry," Derrick says, pressing a hand against my little frame and gently pinning me against the side of his neck. "I'll keep you safe."

Is this... a hug?!

I blush. Hard. My trembling increases as I'm wedged between Derrick's hand and his neck. What do I do?! I can't move! I can't escape! I begin to breathe in and out at a rapid pace, shuddering more and more with each exhalation.

After a few seconds, Derrick removes his hand, releasing me from what had to be the most frightening embrace I've ever been on the receiving end of!

"Hey, listen," he says. "About earlier... you really don't have to come over if you don't feel like you're ready. I understand that the idea of visiting a house twenty times bigger than what you're used to is likely overwhelming to you, especially if other pertheans are involved. But, in case you do want to come, I thought I'd ask anyway—would you like to come over?"

"Um, yeah! Sure," I say, Derrick's words going in one ear and out the other as I try to calm myself down.

"Wait, really?" He asks. "You'll come over?"

"Sure," I say. "I just... need a moment." I try to steady my breathing again using the techniques I learned in therapy as a kid, still not registering what it was Derrick just asked me.

"Alright, well, we should get going then," my deskmate says, walking away from our spot behind the school and heading toward the sidewalk beyond the school grounds.

I'll have every opportunity to think through what just happened when I get home.

[mossy-mushrooms]

Monsvale county

Part 19

The squeaking of shoes was loud, it rang in Ryu's ears. However he wasn't participating in volleyball, he still had his leg brace on.

He didn't mind as he just kept his eyes on Calista as she played. She had her hair up in a ponytail, it was a change and he liked it. It looked cute to him as it swayed around while she played.

The P.E. teacher however made it clear that he wasn't pleased about the fact that Ryu couldn't participate in the class. Throwing snide remarks as he yelled at the other teens–telling them what to do and to have more energy.

Ryu didn't care at all though, no no– his eyes were solely on Calista. But it did annoying him how touchy Mikey was with her as the two played.

He sighed and leaned back as he sat on the bleachers, there were some other people on the bleachers as well, mostly emo and goth teens who probably just didn't want to get out of they're elaborate belts. Ryu swore he would always hear the clanking of their keychains and charms before he sees them.

"Hey." He heard someone's breathy voice behind him. He looked over his shoulder before completely turning to look up at the emo teen on the bleachers one step above him.

"Hi?" He replied back.

"You new?"

"Not really. I've just been.. out of commission?" He shrugged as he looked back up at the emo guy. His eyes catching on the no doubt dyed black hair which was styled and sweeped to the side, his eyes wandered down to the graphic tee of some edgy red skeleton and moths?

"You gonna elaborate on that?"

"Tell me your name first man, then I'll spill"

"Ezekiel." Ryu raised an eyebrow at that

"A biblical name hm? I'm guessing your parents aren't too happy right now huh?"

His comment was slightly snarky but he couldn't help himself.

"Ugh yeah. Anyway spill"

Ryu stayed quiet and just pulled up his baggy pant leg to show the black metal leg brace.

He snickered slightly as he saw the Ezekiel grimace. "Fuck man. That's gnarly. The fuck did you do?"

Ryu let go of the pant leg as he tilted his head to the side "there was a break in soo I kinda.. hopped through a window"

"Was the window three stories high or something? Or are you just that clumsy?" The other teen jabbed at him.

Ryu's hands quickly found Ezekiel's untied yellow laces as he brought the combat clad foot between his thighs.

Ezekiel eyes widened as he saw what the other teen was doing. "Wha-"

"Come on now you can't be telling me I'm clumsy while walking around with untied laces" Ryu said as he tied the laces but he kept his eyes on Ezekiel the whole time. The shit eating grin on his face was almost infuriating if not for the fact that Ezekiel's whole face felt warm.

He didn't even realise that Ryu had let go of his foot until he spoke up again.

"So was my misfortune interesting enough or do you still view me as a... What do you call it again?.."

Ryu now had his hands on either side of where Ezekiel was sitting, and the emo could see the nasty scabs he also must've got from jumping out.

"C.. conformist" he finished Ryu's sentence.

And before he could even speak again Ryu pushed himself off and walked off the bleachers as the bell rang.

Ezekiel couldn't see the shit eating smirk he had on his face as he walked out of the gym.

....

"Why were you caging in that emo guy?" Calista asked Ryu as they walked down the hall. "Oh you saw that? Eh I just felt like confusing the guy" he shrugged.

"What? Dude that's so mean"

"Yeah but I kinda didn't have the patience to deal with a judgy emo sooo"

Ryu said as he looked down at her, her face was screwed into a slightly annoyed expression but it went away as she sighed.

"I guess I can understand that."

He pushed a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, she looked up at him as he did that. He had that damn smile on his face again.

"You should wear your hair up more. It suits you." His tone was softer, a lot softer than a minute prior.

She looked away as he said that, her face felt hot.

"Thank you.. I'll.... Consider it I guess"

She mumbled back a weak response as her hand instinctively went to her hair that was still up in a ponytail.

"Where's Mikey?" He asked her, still not taking his eyes off of her since he didn't mind if she wasn't looking at him.

"Uhm, he went ahead of us to see if Zane and Donomic have talked it out."

Ryu only hummed in response as they kept walking, eventually Calista was walking close behind him as the hall's got more crowded. He felt a ghost of a smile creep onto his face as he felt her hold onto his hoodie. God he would give it to her if she just asked for it now.

...

They both made it too the back of the school and they saw all three of them, Zane and Donomic were sitting on the grass together and they seemed to have been reading what was in Donomic's black notebook. And Mikey was, well he was leaning on wall as all three of them talked about something.

"Hey guys, everything okay?" Calista was the first to speak when they reached the trio.

Zane simply nodded as he looked up at the two of them.

"Yeah we're cool now"

Donomic chimed in as he leaned back, taking a sip of his soda.

"Are you drinking the same one from lunch??" Ryu's face was slightly bewildered.

"No I bought another one."

The younger teen was quiet for a moment before speaking up again. "I.. also don't think I like that either"

"Let the man drink" Mikey scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

"I thought you hated his guts just an hour ago."

"Yeah but I live to annoy you" Calista giggled slightly at Mikey's comment. Ryu looked like  a kicked puppy as he looked down at her.

"What??" She looked up at him, he looked like he was about to quiver his lip just because she found Mikey's comment mildly amusing.

"Nothing- nothing" he looked away as he faked a sniffle.

"Ryu- what- come onn" she put her hand on his arm gently, remembering the bandages under his baggy sleeves.

"No noo it's fineee" he wiped away a non existent tear.

The other three boys tried not to laugh as they watched Ryu and Calista.

"I swear to god. Stop it."

"I'll consider it if.."

"If what?"

Calista waited impatiently, she just wanted him to stop the bit. And maybe- to be able to look at his eyes again..

"If I get a kiss" he crossed his arms and kept looking away, however Calista could slightly see how the corners of his eyes were crinkled. The bastard was smiling.

"What??"

[justsomestoicguy]

Close Call

"You had a quirk like that??"

I'm in absolute shock.

"Yeah. And God, does it make kissing sooo annoying," Nishiyama sighs, crossing her hands.

I know who Nishiyama is, of course.

Not just because I unknowingly made her faint during P.E. (sorry, Nishiyama-san!)

She's Hikari's best friend. Why wouldn't I know her?

But what I didn't know was the terrifying quirk she had!

It sends shivers up my spine to even think about her knowing everything about me.

So I'm apologetically but absolutely grateful Nishiyama passed out instead of getting anything out of my mind. (no offense, Nishiyama-san!)

And I think I know what caused her to faint.

My past life.

My guess is that her brain's engineered to soak in a person's life story, not stories.

She can handle absorbing multiple people's memories, but not someone who holds twice the regular amount.

But Nishiyama doesn't know that. So she keeps looking at me with those curious plum eyes, and I know the question that's coming before she even opens her mouth. 

"So, Aka-tin," she starts, leaning in, "what's the deal with your quirk? I know I've seen it in action before but I wanna know more about it."

Hikari perks up beside her. "Ooh, give us a demo, give us a demo!" she beams. 

"But don't just do objects again, please? I wanna see you use your quirk on yourself this time. It's been a while, y'know?"

I scratch the back of my neck, trying to play it cool. "Uh, sure, why not?" 

Better to keep the focus on what they already know. I don't want to dive into the whole reincarnation mess. Not like this, at least.

I walk over to our classroom's whiteboard—which seems as good a place as any to do this—and place my palm flat against it.

The familiar sensation washes over me as I activate my quirk. The surface seems to ripple under my hand, and I feel that pull, like slipping into a different layer of reality.

The girls watch, leaning forward with anticipation, as my form flattens against the whiteboard. 

I become part of the surface; a two-dimensional plane turned three-dimensional world. I turn to face them, raising a hand in a little wave. 

From their perspective, it probably looks like I'm some kind of hyper-realistic living drawing.

Inside, it's an endless, quiet void. I've never really gotten used to how strange it feels. Like being submerged in clear water, but without the wetness or pressure. 

I can see out, though, and I catch Hikari grinning while Nishiyama leans in closer, squinting at me like I'm some freaky social experiment.

I move around a bit, tracing the edges of the board. It's always weird, feeling like I'm gliding through nothingness but knowing I'm just skimming the surface from their perspective. 

I can see their lips moving, probably chatting about how strange this all is, but I can't hear them. 

Sound doesn't carry into this space, but I can still catch their laughter through the glassy barrier separating our worlds.

Huh. Maybe I should learn how to lip-read.

Soon enough, I pop back out near the bottom corner of the board, rematerializing as the dimensions snap back into place. 

The whole thing barely took a minute, but it's enough to remind me how bizarre my quirk is.

"So cool!" Hikari claps, eyes shining with excitement. "It's like you're part of a comic strip!"

Nishiyama nods, still looking a bit puzzled. "Yeah, but like… how did my quirk not work on you? Usually, I get everything from just a lick, but I got nothing and blacked out instead."

I shrug, trying to come up with something believable. "Maybe it's because my quirk's kinda like a shield? Like, I become part of the surface, so maybe it messes with how your quirk works."

It's a total lie, but it's not like I can just go and tell her: "Oh, that silly thing? No, my quirk isn't what saved me from your power, Nishiyama-san, but rather the fact that I'm a reincarnator!"

Yeah, right.

The fact that I've lived before, in a different world, with a different life, isn't exactly something I'm eager to share.

Hikari nods thoughtfully, accepting my explanation without question. "Yeah, that makes sense. I guess everyone's quirk has its own kinks, huh?"

"Totally," Nishiyama agrees, though she still looks a tad more skeptical than Hikari. "Still, it's kinda cool that your quirk does that. You'd make a killer spy, Aka-tin!"

I laugh, trying to brush off the comment. "Or a really good escape artist."

Maybe one day, I'll tell them the whole truth. But not today. Today, I'm just Ran, the guy with the odd quirk.

And to me, that's more than enough.

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Chapter 1

[warlordarcher]

HEY POKKLE

9: What's the most important part of a relationship?

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?

12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?

13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"?

18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

23: How many relationships have you had?

24: Do you think love can last forever?

25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?

29: What do you notice first about another person?

33: Do you want to get married one day?

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?

37: What's more important: Looks or personality?

38: Do you enjoy love films?

40: Have you ever had a valentine?

41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?

44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?

45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?

48: What's your favorite love song?

49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?

50: If you're single, why do you think you are?

52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?

53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?

54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)?

55: Would you consider yourself "clingy", "overly attached" or "jealous"?

56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?

58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" part in a relationship?

60: What's your opinion on open relationships?

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?

64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?

Valentine's Day questions BE NOSY PLEASE

Pokkle's eyes widened at the sheer number of questions, and he only held back his laughter for a second before letting out a snort that made him cover his mouth and nose with his hand to try to stop it and control his laughter. Of course, he wasn't laughing at her, but the sudden barrage of questions suddenly made him feel like he was being interrogated. Shaking his head, Pokkle took a few seconds to try to calm his laughter.

"When you said you wanted to ask me a couple of questions, I wasn't expecting a full-blown interrogation. It's okay, I'll answer them, but let's take them one at a time, okay?" Still chuckling, Pokkle slowed his steps slightly so he could give her his full attention.

9: What's the most important part of a relationship?

"Communication, definitely. If you can't communicate openly with your partner, then what's the point? Other things can come and go, have ups and downs, but proper and fluid communication is very important. You chose that person for a reason; there's no point in hiding things."

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

"I'm neutral on the subject; it depends on how you click with that person. The important thing is that you both agree on the decision. Anyway, I almost always end up in flings because it's hard to travel and want to know and discover if the other person doesn't support you in that. My relationships have never lasted very long, and I think it's going to be difficult to find someone who complements me in that way. However, that doesn't stop me from having fun in the meantime" A playful smile spread across his face, and Pokkle simply winked at her.

11: When you are dating someone, do you believe in going on "breaks"?

"Not really. I think breaks are taken when someone tried to get into a serious relationship and wasn't ready for it. Feelings can change, and desires can change. You can be in a relationship and want to walk away and leave it as just a fling, and it may just be a fling that you decided to turn into a relationship. But taking a break? I think that's for indecisive people or cowards"

12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?

"Are you really interested in knowing that?" The archer laughed softly before shaking his head, amused. "If you're curious if I have experience or if I can sleep with someone without developing romantic feelings, the answer to both questions is yes. The number is irrelevant, but has it been at least 5? I haven't really counted."

13: What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

"I wouldn't say the word 'regret'. You never regret doing things you really want to do. But I do wish I knew sooner that Ambrosia could be very allergic. I'll never… ever forget that fact in my life"

16: Do you believe in "love at first sight"?

"Nah, what you feel at first sight can be attraction. But when you think you've 'fallen in love at first sight,' you're actually idealizing that person. You can't love what you don't know; it's a decision. And all those who claim to love at first sight end up disappointed, because usually that idealization they create in their mind doesn't end up resembling reality. I believe in love that is built with dedication and determination"

18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

"That they try to change me or stop me. One of my relationships ended very quickly because of that. She was afraid of my dreams, and didn't want me to go anywhere, or investigate anything. I literally felt caged, and that's what makes me want to run away the most. Hence the fact that not everyone can keep up with me. Above all, it has to be someone who gives me my freedom, just as I give it to her."

19: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?

"Because you stop being yourself. You stop feeling good, you stop feeling free. Maybe because communication starts to dwindle. I firmly believe that being in a relationship goes hand in hand with being your purest and freest version, and when you start to feel like you've changed —and you don't like that change— or that you're no longer who you were and you don't feel comfortable… first you talk or you try to talk. Like I said, communication is everything, but if there's no progress, I think it's time for the bird to fly"

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

"Yeah, sure. Sometimes you're dating someone and you realize they're not the right fit for you, but at the same time you appreciate and love each other, so why should you pretend you don't know each other and disappear from each other's lives? Sometimes we just think it might work out, and in the end it doesn't, but that doesn't mean you have to lose a good friendship because of that. And if you're wondering, yes, I've dated someone and we've realized we fit better as friends than as a couple"

23: How many relationships have you had?

"Mmm… proper relationships, two, but like I said before, they haven't lasted too long, considering the longest was two weeks" Pokkle finished, trying to contain a slight, amused chuckle.

24: Do you think love can last forever?

For a second, Pokkle puffed out his cheeks, thoughtful, then let out a soft sigh. "It's difficult. Can it happen? Of course it can, but you have to keep in mind that love has ups and downs. It has to be the right person, and both people have to be willing to give a little and try to work through the inconveniences that may arise. And these days, very few people have that level of commitment… Usually, after many years, it becomes a habit. But if both of you work at it, I think it can happen, nothing is impossible"

25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?

"That… is a very complicated question. There are people who are hit very hard by love, but to conquer everything, you don't just need love, you also need willpower, the desire to move forward, companionship. It's a mixture of things. Love not as an abstract concept, but if it's accompanied by will, desire, support, perseverance, well, true love can move people a lot"

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?

"Nah, it's a shame they don't approve, but I'm not looking for their approval, much less with the person I've decided to be with. They're not me, they don't think like me, they don't feel like me. Everyone is different. In any case, I would try to show them what's wonderful about that person, but if they eventually don't accept them either, they'll have to put up with it, because the decision of who I'm with is mine, not theirs."

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating, what would it be?

"…don't wallow in Ambrosía…"

28: Do you think long-distance relationships can work?

"It CAN work, but it requires a lot of communication, trust, respect, and patience. A long-distance relationship isn't easy, but if both people get things straight and, above all, communicate and respect each other, it can work. I'm not one to judge how people relate to each other"

29: What do you notice first about another person?

"Their naturalness. I know it may sound strange, but the first thing I notice in another person is whether they wear makeup or not, whether they try to fake it with their body or not, whether their laugh is honest or not… I'm not an expert at reading body language, but there are details that, if you analyze them, are very obvious when a person is faking, or trying to fit in where they don't fit, or simply hiding."

33: Do you want to get married one day?

Slowly, Pokkle shrugged in a big 'no idea' "It's not something I'm thinking about, not before, not now, and I don't think I'll think about it in the future. I like my freedom, and people, mind you, most people, not al, tend to stop being free when they get married. It would be horrible to be with someone, to get married, and suddenly they don't want me to travel anymore, or to quit my job… that's not going to happen… my parents made it happen, so I think it's possible, but finding someone who complements me on that level… it's complicated… I don't reject it, nor do I seek it. If it comes, it will come. In the meantime, I'll have fun"

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?

"Would you eat something boiled and unseasoned?" Pokkle had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing at that comparison. "You could eat it, of course, but it would be incredibly boring, and I'd soon get tired of it. Sex is the spice in the sauce of a relationship."

37: What's more important: Looks or personality?

"Personality. Appearances fade over time. No matter how good you look, if you're a horrible person, when you get old, you'll be old, bitter, and horrible. People with good personalities, on the other hand, will age better, more radiantly, and will worry less about it, because they know that appearance is just the shell."

38: Do you enjoy love films?

"I haven't seen many love films, I'm more of a documentary type. However, I have seen a few. The Notebook, for example, ends with a lovely story between the two of them. It's enjoyable, but definitely not something I'd want to watch while resting in a hotel"

40: Have you ever had a Valentine?

"No, next question" he said, chuckling softly, gently shaking his head.

41: What's your imagination of a "perfect date"?

"Oh! My perfect date? A little food, it could be a quick dinner or some snacks, a little drink, a short walk, watching some animals, and if the person is interested, I can teach them how to use a bow and arrow. I'm a good teacher!"

44: Would you consider yourself "romantic"?"

When I was courting a girl, she was fan of butterflies, so whenever I went out exploring and found a dead one, I'd bring it back to my house. After a while, I made a small display of the different species from the region, and I encapsulated the one I thought she'd like the most in resin. I didn't mean to be romantic, I just wanted to give her a little something. According to her, it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her. But another person would probably look at it with disgust." Frowning again, Pokkle laughed lightly. "I don't know if I'm romantic or not. I guess that depends on the person. I'm afraid you'll have to find out."

45: Could you imagine dating one of your current friends?

"Heh..." Gently tilting his head from side to side, a mischievous smile spread across his face. "I guess you mean romantically. I don't see why not. If I had a friend interested in me that way, we could try it, why not? Worst case, we'll still just be friends."

48: What's your favorite love song?

"I'm not one for listening to many love songs, but I guess it would be Fly Me to the Moon."

49: Have you ever broken someone's heart?

"...Yes. But in my defense, I've always been honest with her. I've told her from the beginning what my dream was, how much I wanted to travel and explore, but even so, when we started being a little more formal, she started trying to convince me not to take a certain trip, not to go to a certain place, not to go near a certain thing because it was dangerous. Obviously, I'm not going to run into danger, I know how to protect myself, but I don't like having my wings clipped. When I told her I wasn't comfortable with the relationship and that I'd rather end it before I had negative feelings toward her, she told me I wasn't what she expected, that she hoped that once we started our relationship, I would change, that I would become more... uh... cautious, was the word she used. So if you ask me, she got into it on her own. I was always honest and wasn't planning on hurting her."

50: If you're single, why do you think you are?

"Heh... yes, I'm single, Senritsu" His smile grew a little wider, a mix of amusement and mischief. "Not everyone can tame this wild heart" It only took a few seconds before Pokkle laughed heartily at his own bad joke. Shaking his head gently, he finally replied, "Not everyone can keep up with me, and others just end up getting scared."

52: Are you good at giving other people advice regarding dating/relationships?

"I don't think I'm the best option to give advice on the subject. I can speak from experience, but what worked for me doesn't mean it will work for everyone. People are very different."

53: Are you jealous of couples when you're single?

"There's a saying from the town I'm from: 'Alone, but in good company' " With a knowing wink, the hunter finally explained, "I'm not jealous that other people have couples. I have my friends, and for the things they can't... mh... fulfill, there are always other options.Now, if we're talking about being romantically involved with someone, I've already accepted that it's going to be almost imposible to find someone who wants to be serious with me, so I don't plan on worrying about it."

54: How important is it to make a relationship official (e.g., on Facebook)?

"You mean bragging? Nah, I'm not interested. Putting your relationship on social media isn't 'making something official' it's showing off, it's marking your territory. 'Officiality' comes from the commitment you have with that person, not what's written on the internet"

55: Would you consider yourself "clingy," "overly attached," or "jealous"?

"No, not at all. I'm a person who likes physical contact, yes. I like to be hugged, kissed, cuddled. But from that to becoming clingy, attached, jealous, no, not at all. Why would I feel jealous of the partner I'm with? Communication is everything to avoid misunderstandings, and trust is very necessary, both in your partner and in yourself. When there's jealousy, there's mistrust, and that makes the relationship fragile."

56: Have you ever "destroyed" a relationship?

"No, and I'm not interested in doing so. If I find out I'm dating someone who's in a monogamous relationship, they'll never see me again. I'm not interested in drama."

58: Are you the "dominant" or the "submissive" party in a relationship?

"Mhm..." Pokkle laughed softly to himself. "Dominant, Senritsu. There hasn't been a person who can tame me yet, and even then, I wouldn't like it. I like to make my own decisions, and in a relationship, both parties have the right to their opinions, I think a balance should be found between what both parties want."

60: What's your opinion on open relationships?

"I'm fine with it as long as it's something both parties want. You have to be honest and clear about the boundaries when discussing it, and always, always with a lot of communication so there are no misunderstandings. If you have respect for the other person and for the boundaries or rules established, it could be a nice open relationship"

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?

"I think it's an... interesting activity to do as a couple, as long as both parties agree. It can help spice things up a bit and give you new ideas to try, so why not? As long as you both enjoy it, what's the harm? Now, watching it alone isn't a bad thing either, as long as it doesn't upset your partner. It depends on the dynamics you have, I suppose. If I have a partner and I'm in the mood, I prefer to wait for my partner, or if I want to resort to... more solitary activities, I prefer to have the image of my partner in mind."

64: Do you think Valentine's Day is overrated?

"I feel like you don't need to wait for a special date to pay an attention to your partner. If you want to do it, you do it when you feel like it. If you wait until February 14th to do it, then you're doing it out of social obligation and not because you truly want to. And that's very dishonest. I don't like it."

Pausing briefly, Pokkle laughed again after the questioning, shaking his head. "What were all the questions, Senritsu?" Finally stopping his pacing, Pokkle placed his hand gently on her shoulder and carefully slid it up her neck to her cheek, cradling her face to make her look up and meet his gaze. "Is there something on your mind?"

{ @hunting-songs }

[liviavanrouge]

Digi Twst: Enemy Arrival

Ace: Man! I hate P.E.!

Agumon: *Sighs, Ace wiping all the sweat off him using a towel* Same here

Offmon: *Runs past, looking around* Gotta find her!!

Agumon: Ace did you see what I just saw?

Deuce: *Runs over* I saw it too!

Gaomon: That's why we're not going to the Digital World to stop the evil

Ace: Theirs a Digidestined without their digimon!

~~~

Myotismon: *Appears from the shadows, going over to Crowley*

Crowley: No need, I heard the news, there's a wild digimon running about

Crowley: it could be any of the first years that arrived here..

Myotismon: Shall I take things into my own hands?

Crowley: Please do, we need a villain right now

Myotismon: *Steps into the shadows, nodding* Very well, sir...

~~~

Sebek: *Hands Livia a cup of water* Here, My Lady...

Livia: *Beams at him, a book floating in front of her* Thanks Sebek!

Betamon: *Perks up as shadows appeared* Sebek, Sebek! LOOK!

???: Feeble Humans! HAHAHAHA! You haven't found the last Digidestined!?

Lilia: *Stares with wide eyes, casting a quick glance at Livia*

Livia: *Stares in surprise*

~~~

Jack: *Stares with wide eyes, Dorumon beside him*

Leona: *Scowls, Leomon at his side* Who is this guy!?

???: My name is Myotismon and once I find the last Digidestined, you all shall bow down to me!

Jack: What...

~~~

Epel: *Stares in shock* He can't do that!!

Impmon: Oh he most certainly can if what he says is true...

Rook: Oh dear...

Vil: This is a whole mess...

~~~

Ace and Deuce: *Stares up at Myotismon* How did he get here!?

Gaomon: There's no point in worrying now, we have a new enemy to deal with..

Agumon: Yeah...

Deuce: R-Right!

[mentallyshattered]

Everyday Freak of Science: part 3

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

Work at the lounge? Well... potentially? It depends. I can't really see a downside, but that's because I don't know anything about this place, really.

Jade's voice interrupts my train of thought. "You don't happen to have a cell phone, do you?"

What the hell is a cell phone? I know I don't have one- the only thing I'm carrying is the "magic pen" I got after the entrance ceremony- but still, what the heel does that mean?

My confusion must show on my face, because Jade asks, "Ah, do you not know?"

"Not one bit."

"Do you have money? Clothes? You need uniforms to attend, you know."

"Oh. So... am I going to have to leave?" What happens if I can't attend? Will I be shipped back to the lab, or will I just be tossed out on the streets?

"Well," Azul jumps in, "I could arrange for you to work at the lounge year-round in exchange for uniforms, a cell phone, and other necessities."

I don't need to think about this. That lab was boring and miserable; this place is new and facinating.

"Deal."

Azul's face lights up, figuratively. "Wonderful! Now, if you could just sign this..."

He places a glowing piece of what looks to be a scroll on the desk in front of me. I can read it, of course, but there's just one problem:

"How do I sign it?"

"Ah, like this." Jade places a pen in my hand before he positions his own over mine, tracing my name in loopy letters onto a piece of paper he just grabbed.

Although it takes a few minutes, I can soon sign my name. The instant I do so on the scroll, Azul pipes up again.

"Wonderful! Give me until tomorrow and I'll have a phone for you. Oh, and here." With a wave of his staff, some fabric is floating in the air and onto my lap. "Those are your uniforms. The white one is for potionology, the lavender one is a dorm uniform, the dark grey ones are for P.E. and general classes, respectively, and the teal ones are pajamas. Let me know if any of them are the wrong size."

All this... for me? Incredible. Even back in the lab, I only got nice things as tests- experiments, meant to learn more about me without cutting me open. All of this- what's the word- hospitality is new to me, entirely. Maybe it's not kindness, but it's benevolent- how fitting.

"Requiem? Are you there?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Um... thanks for asking, Jade."

"Fufu. Perhaps it is best you be off to bed. I shall escort you."

He walks me down the now-quiet hallways, left hand on my right shoulder. When he opens the door, there's someone in the right bed- guess that's to be expected- and, with a wave of his wand, Jade has swapped the ceremonial robes I was wearing with the pajamas in the stack of fabric in my arms.

"Thanks, Jade." I'm so lucky to have him around. What would I do without him? Get sent back, probably. Just when I think I'm safe, though, he leans down and whispers:

"I noticed you did not eat dinner. Do not worry, I will bring you some fresh meat in the morning."

Crap.

[wabatle]

our school finishes at 16.50 (I think it's 4.50 pm for you) and we will stay until 19.00 (7 pm) to solve extra questions??

Bro why.

And this only applies to our class.

WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A P.E.

In short, this year is important for me because in my country, every student my age is given an exam at the end of the year. I mean it's not a big deal to me but my teachers and my family are terrible. This is driving me crazy, they are trying to make my life hell for a whole year for an exam I don't care about. I come home, eat and sit in desk because there are a million homeworks and if I don't do even one of them my phone will be confiscated. It's 1 am here right now. I tried to tell my family, I cry every day because of this pressure and no one even cares😃 All they do is say that this is temporary and for my own good but my psychology won't take it there is much more than what I am telling you right now This makes me feel like shit. I can't even meet my friends. I don't think I can continue like this for another 8 months. I think I'll just sell tissues and such in the future.

actually i think you'll make something revolutionary and become the richest person in the world even richer than elon musk be fr

if i ever saw you irl i would give you a (platonic) smooch and tell you that you're the best ever and it's gonna be okay probably ily /p

[strawb-stars]

serious post

my class coordinator called my parents and told them she and the other teachers are worried about me and my health (both physical and mental)

they noticed i'm overdosing my sleeping pills, i'm not eating or drinking enough, i'm pushing myself too much in P.E class and my insecurities are getting bigger and more evident.

and they want me to stay home for a while to recover.

my dad is totally againist this.

he's letting me stay home but he's constantly yelling and scolding me while my mom is at work, and he keeps telling me he'd rather still work than being retired and having to watch over me.

he's telling me he's had enough of my problems and stuff, and that i'm never going to be independent or have my own family, because he's sure i'll kms instead of facing adulthood.

i honestly had enough of him as well. my mom doesn't know which side to take and she's having an hard time dealing with my dad.

i don't feel safe neither at school nor at home.

and being honest, i've already tried to kms after he yelled at me every kind of bad things and scared me by almost hitting me. but i stopped as soon as i heard my mom crying and praying god. i can't and i don't want to leave her alone with my dad.

as promised, i'm still trying to write fics, because there's one of my mutuals that is literally waiting over a month and i feel bad about it, but just letting you know that my posting rhythm will be slower than before.

my dad glares at me every time i pick up my phone and it's not the first time he snatches it from my hands to see who i'm talking to or what i'm doing.

that said, hope y'all are feeling good, have a great day/night<3

[androgynousangeldreamland]

15 questions for 15 friends:

Thank you @missamyrisa2 for the tag :3

1. Were you named after anyone?: Yeahh, if I remember well, I was named after my grandmother on my mother's side.

2. When was the last time you cried?: Last night, while watching La La Land for the first time😔

3. Do you have kids?: Nope, and never thinking of having any ever☝️ I can barely handle myself so I don't wanna imagine myself dealing with kids too😭

4. What sports do you play/have you played?: Pretty much all of them I think. I've done swimming, tennis, soccer, dance, badminton and the list goes on. But I gave up all of them eventually lmaoo.

5. Do you use sarcasm?: Guilty as charged, I can't stop using sarcasm sometimes, it's too much fun.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?: Honestly the first thing I try to notice about people when I first meet them is wether they like me or not, how they text and such.

7. What's your eye color?: A mix of green and grey, sometimes a tad of yellow in there if the light hits my eye, I don't even know exactly😭

8. Scary movies or happy endings?: Ooohhh hard choice, on one hand I love when things end up well in movies, on the other, I'm a sucker for when things end up horribly in horror movies. It's a tie I'm afraid 😔

9. Any talents?: I can make the best breakfast sandwich ever, hit me up guys, I'll make one just for you🙏 Oh I also have a knack for drawing, not much anymore but I still got it I think :3

10. Where were you born?: In good ol' Canada, won't specify further.

11. What are your hobbies?: Mostly playing video games and drawing. (If any of you speak to me about red dead redemption 1 or 2 I'll love you forever, the rdr brainrot is real🙏🙏🙏🙏)

12. Do you have any pets?: Had one last year, a beautiful (big) tabby cat, though he passed away 2 years ago, rest in peace big guy😔👊

13. How tall are you?: 5'10", 11 ish

14. Favorite subject in school?: Not even gonna lie, it was either art or P.E. I loved both equally. (I only liked art cuz my crush was in the same class as I was/hj)

15. Dream job?: Working in a car shop w my lil brother, working on it actually, gonna start my car bodywork semester soon enough :3

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