#I did not expect it and Miku to bleed into one

[ask-azurearts]

normally I don't share nor remember dreams but today I had probably the strangest one in awhile aka Hatsune Miku roundhouse kicking and punching zombies ala Resident Evil style....I might draw something for this later, we'll see how my hand feels.

[maguro13-2]

Miku.EXE : The Resurrection Pt.4

Sonic : Aw man! It's no use, Miku's not shown up at the company and I haven't get a call from her since. It's no wonder what tragedy is responsible for this?

(Phone Vibrating)

Voice : Call from "Hatsune Miku".

Sonic : That must be her. (Answers phone) Hello, Miku! How's the concert?

Miku (via Phone) : It was great, Mr.Sonic! The fans have gone wild with our performance. It's been a thrill ride since we had our last contact with you. So is there any problems at the company?

Sonic : Oh no! Not at all!

Miku (via phone) : Good! Good! That's what I like to hear about! No problem! No problem at all! Anyway, I'm on way to meet you in person and when I say "I'm on way" I mean to say one thing to you.

Sonic : What is it?

Miku : It means that I was going to say...[in a distorted voice] "I FOUND YOU."

[TV BUZZING]

Sonic : Hey! What?! Wait a sec, w-what is this?!

[TV BUZZING]

[EXE.Laugh]

Sonic : That laugh! It's EXE! It has to be him! But I don't see him anywhere, just what was EXE's Laugh doing all over in my head! Is he responsible for the death of Omelette?

Miku (?) : No, but that would be me.

Sonic : (realizing) M-Miku! (Turns and sees Miku in front of him) Miku, there you are! Do you know what caused the power outage? Some Ransome intruder was messing with the power grid that Tails told me earlier. Was it you that is doing it? Wait a sec, are your eyes bleeding, Miku? You look kinda sad or something.

Miku (?) : It's only a matter of time til you finally recognized who I really am... father.

Sonic : "Father"? Hey, I ain't your dad! I'm nobody's dad, in fact that Amy and I aren't married! And of course, don't forget about the sex thing.

Miku (?) : I know it's you father. You the same look, the same face, and the same eyes that I have. But I guess that I was wrong that you are not the father I know. But I do know that I am looking for my "real" father!

Sonic : Your "real" father? Who created you, Crypton? Eggman? some random dude?

Miku (?) : No, you're wrong about that, Sonic. I was neither created by this "Eggman" or the humans that made me with Miku's own data...I am the daughter of "God's" data. For you see, that I am Miku.EXE!

[Newcomer : MIKU.EXE SCARES THE FRIGHT]

Sonic : Y-You! It was you who killed Omelette and cut off the power grid! More importantly, what have you done to Balan?

Miku.EXE : I took his entire life just to think that your creator Yuji Naka was in betrayal of his own people, so I had to make decisions and ended his life. Therefore, he won't be getting a Balan Wonderworld 2 in a year or two. So wether you die like him, your relatives, or your friends, it will not be satisfying til every single drop of blood that will be painted in red!...But I'll let you go this time if it's necessary to what it means to love to our fathers. Remember, if you dare to try to interfere with anything that you got, don't even expect mercy from "God" himself. So long, farewell, and adieu. I'll be waiting for you.

[TV BUZZING]

Sonic : Huh? Hey! Where did she go? And...What did she meant "love to our fathers" by that? This is starting to get mysteriously weird for those that have a father or something. More likely, I used to have relatives that are likely me with the quills. Quills or no quills, it's gotta have a perfect body movement to solve this case. I better think fast before bad things happen. I wonder what's eggman cooking up now? Better ask some questions about this father thing.

~ A loving father's creation that is their child ~

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Teether

Chuckle Sandwich x reader (SFW Age Regression) (gender-neutral reader)

Requested by: Anon through dms!

Genre: Comfort

Proofread: Nope (in the wise words of ao3 tags, we die like Ranboo)

Music: Hatsune Miku songs to feel old and nostalgic to

Warnings: Mention of reader's teeth falling out (nothing too graphic), mention of blood, reader regressing out of panic, mention of going to the dentist, mention of pain killers, little to no dialogue

Summary: You find yourself having teeth pain and tried to not let it bother you so much. But when the pain becomes too much and one falls out, all hell breaks loose. Thank god you have your caregivers by your side.

Author's Note: Thank you so much anon for the request! This is adorable! I love it so much! I'm basing this off of what my mother used to do when I was a child when a tooth would fall out. This won't be too long so I hope I was able to make sense. (Also I did research and it is possible to keep your baby teeth. It's called Adult Baby Teeth. Isn't that crazy?!)

-Mod Kenma

When the dentist told you that some of your baby teeth were going to take a while to come out, you weren't too bothered by it. It was something that you weren't expecting but took it in stride. Most of them had already fallen out and you were just waiting on the last two or three.

The boys were aware of this and made sure that they were there to support you. Whenever your teeth hurt, one of them would have some painkillers and something soft to eat. Today, your tooth was hurting more than usual. You weren't sure why and it was getting frustrated. It had been a while since your teeth had started to hurt and man, you were annoyed. You didn't want to deal with this aggravating pain. You tried to ignore it as much as possible but the frustration was only growing.

That's how your caregivers found you. Schlatt sighed and hugged you. "What's up buttercup?" He always seemed to read your body language quicker than the others. You buried your face in his chest and complained about your teeth. Schlatt nodded and rubbed your back. "Why don't we have some lunch? After that, we'll get you some meds." Charlie ran his fingers and offered to make sandwiches. You nodded and let go of Schlatt.

Ted had wrapped you in your favorite blanket and picked you up. You squealed, not expecting the action. The three were trying to get you to regress, to hopefully take off the edge you seemed to have. Ted took you to the couch and let you choose something to watch on the tv. You felt yourself slowly slip when Charlie came back with the sandwiches. The four of you began to eat but after a couple of bites in, your mouth felt weird. You moved your sandwich away and saw a tooth sticking out of it and blood on the bread.

A whimper left your throat as you felt the blood swimming in your mouth. Right before the tears started to fall, Ted noticed the blood and tooth on your sandwich. "Shit." He muttered, taking the sandwich out of your hands and picking you up. He quickly took you to the bathroom to wash out your mouth. Charlie took the tooth out of your sandwich and threw the now bloody meal away. Schlatt and Charlie rushed to the bathroom and helped reassure you.

All of this panic made you feel incredibly small and fragile. Big tears were falling from your glassy eyes as Ted inspected your mouth. "It was a clean pull. There is just a lot of bleeding. Schlatt could you grab a red popsicle from the freezer?" Schlatt nodded and ran off while Charlie stayed and played with your hair. "You're so brave, sweetheart. Your big kid teeth are ready to come in." Ted said, rubbing your cheek. Schlatt came back with a red otter pop already cut open.

You opened your mouth and let Schlatt hold it for you while you began to suck on the red ice. The cold treat helped numb the pain and soothed your soft cries. The three took you back to the couch and continued what you four were watching. You cuddled up next to Schlatt and played with Charlie's fingers. Ted played with your hair and casually talked about whatever you all were watching. The three would crack jokes and complain about inconsistencies. You didn't mind though. Their voices helped lull you to a comfortable sleep. Charlie was the first to notice you asleep and shushed the other two. One at a time, the three kissed your forehead. They turned down the tv and kept the bickering to a minimum. Hopefully, by tomorrow, you'd be feeling better enough to celebrate your tooth coming out.

[hypfic]

After Facing the Wall

so.... that DH vs BB live huh... if you haven’t seen the live I don’t think this really spoils anything since it’s pretty ambiguous, but if you’re trying to avoid any mention of it, avert your eyes!

I wrote this as a completely self indulgent drabble at first, but then I kept going and the next thing I knew, I was four pages deep in Ichiro love... When I first got into hypmic I wasn’t a big fan of Buster Bros, but now?? Oh boy now they’re tied for first with Fling Posse.... and Ichiro... I love him so much and want to hold his hand....

(I was supposed to finish working on chapter 3 of IKOT109 yesterday but I did this instead... chapter 3 should be done soon! she’s a long one!)

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You’re laying in bed half awake after watching the broadcast of today’s DRB. Unfortunately, you were stuck at home with a cold as the brothers went off to battle. 

You were just dozing off when the front door to the apartment creaked open. Rubbing drowsiness from your eyes, you grabbed your glasses from the nightstand and shuffled out of the bedroom. You stood silently in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the framing as the three brothers briefly discussed the night’s events. Ichiro glanced up and caught your eyes, smiling weakly at you. He was hurting, the opponent he faced today, that the three of them faced today, was greater than any boss before. 

You walked over and gave the two younger bros a hug, holding them tight and expressing your pride. After ruffling Jiro and Saburo’s hair, you sat next to Ichiro. You reached down and took his hand in yours, leaning into his side and kissing his cheek. As he continued to talk with his brothers, you rested your head on his shoulder, tracing circles around his bruised knuckles. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t need to, just being there was enough. 

The brothers’ conversation gradually lagged and the two of you were soon alone. Ichiro sighed and kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hand for reassurance. You knew that this… this was all a lot for him. An old friend and teammate, and his father…. He had so much in his mind. You looked up at him and kissed his furrowed brow, reaching over to wipe the forming tears from his eyes. 

“Hey, let’s go upstairs, ok? Lay in bed and cuddle, alright? Hmm?”

Ichiro nodded, eyes still focused on the wall in front of him. You tugged him up by his sleeve and didn’t let go of his hand until the two of you were in his room. As soon as the door closed behind you, Ichiro pulled you into his arms in a tight embrace, burying his face in the top of your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he held you tight, head resting over his heart. You swore you could hear it bleed and break. 

The two of you held each other close, simply basking in the safety and comfort of the other’s arms. You felt a few tears dampen your hair, you pulled Ichiro even closer. 

He pulled away after allowing the moment to linger. He looked tired, empty, uncertain. You stood on your toes and moved a hand to cup his cheek, sweetly kissing his lips. Ichiro smiled meekly at you, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. He let out a weighted sigh as he reached for your hands again. You could feel his tremble. 

It was hard for Ichiro to uphold the strong, unbreakable front he presented. This was especially so when it came to his family… his brothers. You’d watched the three of them grow so much since their previous loss, yet this battle seemed to hurt even more. 

You couldn’t begin to imagine what your boyfriend was thinking. What he was feeling. Rei’s cutting words haunted your mind, but you only experienced them second hand. Ichiro… Ichiro was in the direct line of fire. To be spoken to like that by the man that’s caused him so much hurt… you couldn’t wrap your head around how Ichiro must feel. 

You pecked his lips again and tugged him towards the bed, pulling him into your lap as you sat down. Ichiro liked to be held, and you loved to hold him. Even though you were much smaller than the man in your arms, your presence and embrace was immensely comforting. 

Ichiro sat up for a moment and removed his jacket, tossing it to the floor before settling back in your arms. He laid his head on your chest, breathing in sync to the drumming of your heartbeat. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, humming a tune softly as his hand made their home around your waist. 

“Ichi,” you said softly. 

“Hmm?” 

“I’m really proud of you,” you swallowed back tears, halting your hand and bringing your face down into his hair. It smelled like sweat and smoke, with the lingering hint of his stupid, fruity shampoo. “You and the bros did so well. You especially, I guess I’m a bit biased but,” you moved your hand from Ichiro’s hair to wipe away tears. “You’ve grown so much, and I think everyone can see that. You’re so strong, and you held your ground the entire time. I think he underestimated you and you rose way above his expectations…”

Ichiro shuffled out of your arms to face you, smiling softly as he took your hands. He brought them up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, tracing the curves with his thumbs after placing your linked hands in his lap. You knew if you looked at him, both of you would burst into tears so you stared at your linked hands. 

He scooted closer to you and let go of your hands, reaching over and holding your face. You had no choice but to look up at him and wobbly smile, the flooding feeling of tears in the back of your throat. 

Ichiro’s eyes were misty when he looked at you, a few tears slipping down his cheek. “Thank you, y/n. For everything. For being here, for supporting me, for supporting Jiro and Saburo too. I don’t know if they express it enough but they love you just as much as I do, they see you as a part of our family,” he leaned down and kissed your lips. “I think I love you just a bit more though. But, I don’t think we’d be anywhere close to where we are today if it wasn’t for you.”

“Don’t say that…. I’m sure you would. All of the progress the three of you have made has nothing to do with me.”

Your boyfriend shook his head. “You might not think it, but you inspire us, inspire me to be better. After all my bros and I have been through together…. I’ve always wanted to be the best for them. To provide for them and protect them, especially after that incident years ago. But, every day they show me that maybe I’m the one who needs protecting. They always have my back and put so much faith in me, I don’t think they know how much faith I have in them.” Ichiro paused. “After you stumbled into my life and in turn into theirs, I think I relaxed more, allowed myself to rely on my family for advice and support. I know I say this a lot but I was terrified to ask you out,” he blushed, “But the two of them insisted that I try and I’m so glad they did. You brought in something we could think about that wasn’t work or division related, and that allowed us to relax and focus on ourselves… I’m forever grateful for that.”

You didn’t realise that tears started running down your cheeks. “I-Ichi….”

Ichiro smiled and kissed your forehead, brushing your tears away with his thumb. “I love you, baby, so damn much.”

“Yeah the ‘kyun’ really gave it away,” You teased with a giggle, cheeks flushed. 

“Ah… yeah, I…” he stammered. 

You laughed, leaning up and kissing him. “It was cute~ it made my heart jump.” 

“Oh my god, it’s really not that big of a deal babe I-“ Ichiro huffed, cheeks red. 

“But seriously, Ichiro. You guys did so well, I’m just sad I couldn’t have been there to cheer you on from the crowd…. stupid cold,” you pouted.

“Well, think of it this way, you cheer me on every day no matter where you are, just by being here with me.”

“Ichi that was disgustingly sappy and adorable I’m going to vomit.”

He laughed, “Says the one who was kissing me all over and expressing how proud they were of me,” Ichiro paused and looked at your shirt. “And wearing my Miku t-shirt.” Ichiro flicked your forehead. 

“Hey! It’s comfy ok? And I missed you and it smells like your cologne….” You blushed. 

“Oi, are you two done being gross and look decent?” Jiro knocked on the door. “.... Can Saburo and I come in?”

Ichiro looked at you and smiled before patting his lap in invitation. You climbed into his lap and sank into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head. 

“Come on in, boys,” you called out with a smile. “You want in on this, Jiro-chan?” You smirked as Jiro fake gagged at the sight of you in his brother’s lap. 

The two younger brothers stood in the doorway timidly, Saburo holding onto the back of Jiro’s sleeve. They both had a look of physical and emotional exhaustion on their faces. 

“Alright, come on, in the hug you go,” you opened your arms wide with a smile. 

You could practically see their hearts swell with joy before they threw themselves on the bed. Tears fell on their lashes as you and Ichiro pulled them in tight. Your eyes looked back and met Ichiro’s. His gaze was filled with love and charity. You wouldn’t have it any other way.   

[the-resurrection-3d]

Posting a bit of ETF part two because I’m sad and ETF makes me sad. 

EddTord / zombeh AU

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Tord comes back from the dead to crash at your place. "We need to find the Necronomicon," he says, to which you reply that you need to go back to sleep, you've got big things to do tomorrow.

"Like what, work on your animations?" he says, the lilt of the last word digging under your skin. It's somehow more insidious than when Tom will burst into your room and demand you leave behind your "shitty cartoons" to get drunk with him, or when Matt huffs and rolls his eyes and asks, "If it doesn't have me in it, how good can it be?"

"Yes," you hiss back, "and no, we aren't putting any tits in it. But besides that, Matt wanted me to meet him for lunch at La Chona."

You already regret your overreaction, but it's late and Tord is dead and stinking up your entire fucking living room and your eyes ache simply to stay open. So fuck him.

Honestly you hadn't even realized he was dead until he showed up. Sure, he hadn't texted you back since around 11 am the previous morning, but so what? You leave people on read for days. It's kinda stupid, he says, how it happened -- he had been challenged by a Friend You Wouldn't Know to hold a cue ball in his throat. "It was like this weird, really, really dumb metaphor for a blowjob someone was making in a paper he'd read," and choked. The friend, present only in the form of a phone call, had tried to contact help once they understood what was going on; "But alas," Tord says blandly, "I was already pretty much out of it when they got there."

"Did you see a white light?"

"Nope."

"Angels? God? Satan? Anything?"

"Nope. Near the end it was a lot like just going to sleep, but kinda like waking up still half-sleep from a nightmare at the same time, if that makes any sense, but I'm pretty sure that was just because I was choking. Anyway, I gave up and then woke up a little while later in the morgue, which was freaky because of course they'd put me in a bag. I look at myself and I'm naked and my skin's kinda turning blue, but also really, really bruised on my entire back side" -- which you can still see, the green discoloration of him bleeding into deep purple and black --- "so I half expected to look over and see Herbert West standing there with his syringe full of ogre cum."

You snort, the closest thing to laughter you're capable of at the moment.

Tord shrugs. "But it was empty. So I got up and walked out."

"Naked?" You ask, raising a brow, for that is only a partial explanation for why Tord is clothed in only a white T-shirt a few sizes too big, nervously tugging down the hem every so often to hide his genitals.

"I found this shirt lying on the bench in the men's locker room." His eyes are downcast. "I don't think anyone saw me."

It is around three in the morning on a Tuesday -- no, Wednesday. Anyone who would be out at this time are the druggies and drunks, who are probably too concerned with their own issues to notice a half-naked zombie darting from light post to mailbox to back alley like a frightened deer.

"Here, you can borrow some of my boxers," you say, and maybe after you get some more sleep you'll be flushed at the prospect of Tord wearing your underwear as though you were more than best buddies, but for now you don't care and did you mention it's 3 in the goddamn morning? You lead him back into your room and go to your drawer, pulling out a grey pair for him, keeping your face turned away as he puts it on.

"We really should go out and look for the Necronomicon," he says, to which you grunt.

"Later," and a fall onto your bed face-first.

Without asking, he falls on top of you before rolling off, cuddling up under your covers with one of your pillows between his legs. "Nothing like Miku, but it'll do," he says with a soft, crooked smile.

You flash him a thumbs up and close your eyes.

Tord shuts off the lamp on your nightstand. "Thanks, Edd," he says into the dark.

You don't think about how your friend died alone and scared on the dirty bathroom floor of his apartment. You don't think about how he essentially just told you that God and Heaven and Hell, the background noise of your belief system, are all lies. You don't think about how he rose from the dead and ran half-naked across half the city to find you. You don't want to think about it, not now. Too big to process, to small a brain in which to do it.

You groan and reply, "No problem," your words muffled into the counterpane.

[recentanimenews]

The Quintessential Quintuplets – 18 – The Taught Become the Teachers

Last Chance Time! Fuutarou fires up the quints, assuring them he’ll do as he pleases, and what he pleases is for them to pass their exams. But in the middle of his pep talk, his nose bleeds—an apparent symptom of being force-fed chocolate by Miku, who is trying to ascertain what kind he likes. One day Itsuki is missing from the study group, and the others inform Fuutarou that she visits their mother’s grave on the 14th of every month.

Itsuki ends up encountering Shimoda, who was taught by their mom. Shimoda describes her sensei as serious, strict, and quick to smack them, but to be fair, she was a delinquent. Itsuki’s mom set her on the right track, and now she herself is a teacher. Itsuki says she wants to follow in her mom’s footsteps, and Shimoda thinks that’s fine, but not if the sole reason is simply wanting to become her mother.

The theme of making use of one’s talents to teach others is present in every one of the smaller side-stories involving each quint. First Itsuki gets some insight into the kind of teacher her mom was, then Ichika notices Miku is making no progress in improving her cooking, and sends Nino to help teach her. When Miku tears up with frustration, even Nino can’t withhold advice.

Ichika keeps Fuu from interrupting by going to the store with him to buy a book they already had. Ichika also buys a book Fuu wanted about how to be a better teacher. A gift every once in a while is fine, but she doesn’t want to become Fuu’s sugar mama, so she resolves to give up on him. Even so, it only takes one smile and kind word from him to make her fall for him all over again!

With the finals fast approaching, the quints hit a wall. Fuu consults his book, which says excessive cramming can be counterproductive, so he sanctions an afternoon off, which they decide to spend at an amusement park. Everyone’s having fun, but at some point Yotsuba sneaks off with a “stomachache”.

Fuu senses something’s off, and eventually spots her bunny ribbon from the window of a Ferris Wheel pod. He joins her for the next revolution and learns she’s studying on her own, worried that failing will hold her sisters back. The five once attended a fancier school, but when she alone failed the exams there, they transferred as a group.

With this in mind, Fuu decides to allow for studying even on their afternoon off, but to his surprise, she’d already completed her Japanese assignment. It dawns on him that she’s better than any of her sisters at Japanese, and thus could assist him in teaching them, just as Miku could help him teach them social studies, or Itsuki science. Yotsuba is encouraged…and dare I say bashful!

Another 14th arrives and Itsuki visits her mom’s grave again, only this time Fuu tags along. She notes how making everyone a tutor is working, and it’s also helping her decide that she wants to pursue a future in educating others.

The next morning, Miku emerges from her bedroom with pajamas askew to find that Fuutarou has already eaten the chocolates she stayed up late to make, and he earnestly liked them! He then announces that she’s “number one”—words she takes precisely the way someone who liked Fuu would take them—only for him to clarify she was first in the latest mock exam.

Out on the balcony, Miku asks Ichika why she didn’t buy Fuu chocolates, knowing full well Ichika likes him too. After all their time together, Miku laments that Fuu doesn’t yet see them as girls, only students. She wants to pass her exams, graduate from being a student, and tell him how she feels.

Miku makes clear she won’t hold back on Ichika’s account; this is a race, so if Ichika slacks off she only has herself to blame. It’s clear Ichika would rather not have to compete with a sister for Fuu, but isn’t so averse that she’s going to give up altogether.

The day of the finals arrives with little fanfare—though the episode’s cold open depicts the five sisters heading into battle, and in the final scene we gradually learn how each sister faired. Yotsuba got the lowest total score of the quints, but more importantly didn’t fail. Itsuki is third, while Miku is second; Ichika claims the prize for the highest score. If she can win at exams, maybe she has a shot at being Fuu’s Number One too, eh?

I was worried for a second when Nino wasn’t present that she somehow managed to fail, which would have been a disaster, but she too passes, albeit with only a slightly higher total than Yotsuba. She left a note with Fuu’s boss saying she “has no further use for him”, but he’s not about to let her off that easily, and heads out to track her down so they can all celebrate together. After all, they did it by tutoring one another. Teamwork made the dream work.

Episode Six Quintuplet Ranking:

Yotsuba: She may be the “dumbest”, but she’s the best at Japanese…and she won the Fuutarou Ferris Wheel sweepstakes! Total Points: 17 (3rd)

Miku: Just misses winning the week with her most assertive performance of the season. She didn’t score the highest on the exams, but she finally won at cooking, and had some great reaction faces to boot. Total Points: 14 (5th)

Ichika: I don’t expect Ichika to be the woman Fuu marries, and that’s a cryin’ shame, because there’s no denying how much she likes him and how well they go together. I wish she’d do more to help her own cause, even though she’s to be commended for helping Miku out. Total Points: 16 (4th)

Itsuki: Didn’t have a terrible showing; her placing fourth is more about everyone above her having such a good week. She’ll make a great teacher one day! Total Points: 20 (2nd)

Nino: Even a super-passive episode can’t knock the odds-on favorite from her overall top spot. Total Points: 23 (1st)

By: sesameacrylic

[kulemii]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES!!!! YES!!!!! ALLAT! But before I go in, I gotta say, I cannot for the life of me stop laughing at this

I've been hunting bears, playing baseball, and beating Hatsune Miku at her own game.

So funny omg.

So, back on topic, the concept of Aizawa's character is phenomenal! Not just saying that as an Aizawa whore, I swear. But like I enjoyed that Aizawa was just this hot headed 'goon' type that you're not expecting to take seriously. I mean, why would you? He lets his aniki do all the speaking, and when he is speaking, he half act like he don't understand the assignment-- And perhaps for a while there, like I believe, he didn't understand the assignment until he was approached with an opportunity.

I loved his whole lil speech about nepotism. (And I'll have to go in on a separate post for that because I'm already hijaaking your post to add my unwanted two cents, oop-)

But people get upset that he mentioned how Daigo was given his seat because Kiryu handed it to him. Everyone's like- WeLL kuRoSAwa dID tHe SaAmE tHiNg 1!

Uh, yeah babe, that's the whole point of Aizawa- he didn't give a shit about none of that. He didn't care about Kurosawa's desperate attempt at forging some legacy. He didn't care about an inheritance. He wanted to become a legend in his own right. He wanted to show the yakoozy world and even Morinaga's ass that he had what it took to reach the top and in his mind, all he needed was Kiryu's head to prove it.

And this is a completely different thing but this topic just reminded me: An argument I see done to death in YouTube comments is basically like, "It's not fair that Aizawa is fighting Kiryu while he's bleeding out."

Uhh, ya? And? This is the fucking yakuza, not a goddamn afterschool playground tussle behind the slides because he called kiryu a poopoo head during lunch. Nobody told Kiryu's ass to go around trying to save the town while he's got a fucking bullet lodged in one of his major organs.

Hell, Aizawa even asked for the fight politely🥰 and Kiryu accepted the challenge. Don't blame him.

Anyway, writing was kinda shite in that there should've been a level of greater understanding that you get after a second playthrough or even a rewatch of cutscenes but alas... There's nothing.

He had the potential to be such a great final boss, man. And he was! But he lacked a the overall presence needed to make a real impact on the series as a whole. What if he took Kiryu out? Like, my man was fighting for his life in the TCJ HQ. He could've been the one to do it, imo.

If you ask me, Aizawa was kinda mid (and remember 3/4 of my personality right is that I love him) only because he deserved a better writer's room. A tale as old as RGG time.

You know though Aizawa WAS underutilized and belongs in the category of an underrated character. Because you're giving the impression that Morinaga is actually someone of importance and Aizawa is just the rookie only for Morinaga to eat off screen of all things and Aizawa is chilling in a mountain side grave. It gives the feeling that were just hand holders to get Kiryu from point A to B.

When it comes up that Aizawa is your phenom of the game, it doesn't get the appreciation it deserves. Why? I've been hunting bears, playing baseball, and beating Hatsune Miku at her own game. My man I forgot about you. There needed to be something that tied Aizawa in other than a reveal that no one would have ever come up with because we weren't given any context clues to justify it. Like how would I have know The connection to Kurosawa? He could have said "yeah I'm a cop and I refuse to retire till I can make my yakuza son see the error is his ways." Something that could nestle in the think meat lol then make one go POGGIES when Kurosawa drops his bomb.

I'd love for Aizawa to come back honestly. It'd be boss as fuck to see him square off with Ichiban or something, maybe he's trying to revive the yakuza in some way idk, all I know is we should have gotten a lot more out of him.