#I wonder if he’s ever had trouble in Japan because of them

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

me trying to see what Roger’s tattoos are, like

[saerins]

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖…

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 2.5k | content: fluff, pining, mentions of fake dating, jealousy, reader is kind of an idiot, sae loves to tease, best friend otoya, cussing

notes: hello hello i’m on board the sae love train once more , are you guys still with me ^_^

summary: what do you do when your best friend kind of sort of forces you to confess your two-year long crush when you’re not ready to? pray and hope for the best.

“i could just tell him for you.”

“eita, fuck no,” you throw him a warning glare as you chop the vegetables up with scary precision despite not having an eye on them. only because you know if you don’t explicitly tell him not to, that he’d think it’s no big deal and do it anyway.

and let’s say, you’d rather die than let that happen.

sure, you and sae had been closer back in high school; he sat behind you and entertained the secret notes you passed to him, he used to ruffle the top of your head whenever you pouted, he used to buy food for you during breaks.

but that’s all in the past and somehow, the both of you had drifted since then.

otoya deadpans, an unamused pair of eyes looking back at you from their spot across the island. “it’s been what, four fucking years since you graduated? grow a pair,” he retorts, attempting to steal a carrot but getting a slap on the back of his hand instead.

“bold of you to say that to a girl with a knife,” you snap at him, pointing the blade at his face.

to which he merely rolls his eyes, using two fingers to push it aside. “not like you’re that good at using it.” but he sighs when you silently turn your attention back to chopping vegetables. “does that mean i have to put up with your miserable face even longer?”

you and otoya continue to bicker, and you’re beginning to wonder how you’ve tolerated being best friends with him for the past four years. he’s a real piece of work.

“fine, fine,” otoya grumbles after you’re done with lunch, bangs over his eyes. “i promise i won’t tell sae anything, okay?”

that’s after you threatened not to let him hijack your house anymore for food. for someone who’s earning big bucks being a famous soccer player, you can’t make sense of why he won’t just get food delivered. maybe he just likes to annoy you.

“good. or else i’ll kill you.”

your crush on itoshi sae has been somewhat dormant for the past few years. and by dormant you mean that you haven’t tried making any moves because you’re too scared.

itoshi sae. one of the most famous international breakout stars in soccer. one of the most talented playmakers the world has ever seen. that comes with its own sets of pros and cons.

pros? he definitely doesn’t seem like he has much trouble doing anything he wants. he gets paid for every game. he gets paid for gigs. he gets sponsorships all over the place. which basically means that financially, he doesn’t need to give a shit.

cons? the media can be brutal. sae does something that’s remotely questionable and they’re all over it. he doesn’t thank a waiter that one time? automatically labeled as a rude brat by the paparazzi. and not to mention—the amount of girls he’s forced to fake date just for the sake of publicity.

you’re mostly pressed on that last part though, because they’re all supermodels or olympic stars or rich socialites. and compared to them, well, you’re just someone who happens to be in the same friend group and hang out together every once in a while when he’s back in japan. sae doesn’t even hang out much with the group, to your dismay.

it’s a pain, or so he says.

you wonder how you drifted in the first place. maybe it’s just the fame. you wonder if he thinks of you too sometimes.

must be your wishful thinking.

kind of makes you wonder whether he does have a secret girlfriend that he’s keeping from everyone. you wouldn’t really put it past him. it’s not like he has any super deep emotional bonds with any of you (that you know of). eita says he’s definitely single, but you think he’s just saying that to appease you. he already has his hands full having to watch you mope whenever you see news of sae and another girl and yet another dating rumor.

just as well. you think sae could do better than you, spending your friday nights at home, washing dishes at the sink and looking out at the tokyo skyline instead of out partying and living life with countless friends.

you don’t think you’re too shabby though. you’re a fresh graduate with a job at one of the most prestigious companies in tokyo you can think of. it’s not bad. but you can’t help but feel it’s worlds away from the one sae lives in.

the doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts, nearly dropping the white marble plate you’re washing. your eyes snap to the clock in the living room. it’s almost 9pm—right about the time when eita usually comes knocking and asking you for supper.

groaning, you wash whatever’s left of the dish soap away from your hands and sloppily dry them against the bottom of your shirt, grumbling out loud about how you really should stop coming here whenever the fuck you want, eita while you stomp over to the front door.

you open the door, messy hair and bare face and baggy clothes, fully expecting to smack some sense into otoya eita when you feel yourself freeze up at the pair of eyes looking back at you.

they’re teal and framed by pretty long lashes and definitely don’t belong to your best friend.

what the fuck is he doing here?

this is one of the rare times that you’d actually prefer to see eita at your front door instead.

sae raises a brow, giving you a once-over. of course, he’s never seen you in this state—hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, not a trace of makeup on your face. you’d made sure that whenever there was a possibility that sae would see you that you dressed yourself up as nice as possible. if you’d known he was coming over, you’d have at least dressed decently. definitely not baggy shirt and pants that you can barely see.

“uh… w-what are you doing here?” stupid, but the best you can manage.

he has his hands in his gray sweat pockets, and fuck him for wearing a black compression top. you can just make out the outline of his abs under there, the muscles on his arms already much too obvious with those short sleeves.

“dunno, eita said there was an emergency and i needed to get here,” sae says, wholly unbothered, monotonous as usual. he lets himself in, toeing his shoes off at the entryway, positioning them neatly beside your everyday sneakers.

fucking eita.

judging by what you know, sae was probably on his way for an evening jog when otoya called him. he still has his wireless earbuds in. you wonder if anything’s even playing.

sae takes it off once he catches you staring.

he’s not carrying anything. it’s just him. you wonder if anyone managed to catch him coming over. is his most recent pr stunt already over? won’t do either of you any good if he’s labeled as a cheater.

“so? what is it?” sae asks you, again, while he walks himself inside, curious eyes looking around your apartment, and suddenly you’re hyper aware. you hope to god you didn’t leave any of your inner wear lying around at random places.

in a panic, you rush over to him, blocking his path inside, both hands on his chest as you attempt to push him back to the front door. unfortunately for you, sae’s much stronger than you are, his body not budging an inch.

“it’s nothing, he made a mistake,” you sigh, giving up when you figure that sae’s only going to move of his own accord. “he’s probably just playing a prank on you, that’s all.”

you’re hoping, praying, wishing that sae will just take your word for it and go. because that’s what he does; he doesn’t hover much, doesn’t care about anything much at all. you don’t even know the last time he’s asked about how any of your lives are doing.

the world must hate you though, because sae only offers a grunt in response before looking towards your kitchen (you’re internally sighing in relief, glad that you cleaned your kitchen up before this). “i’m thirsty, you have anything to drink?”

you blink at him, stumped that sae is wasting his precious time in your apartment, but who are you to say no to sae, of all people?

“yeah, sure, juice?”

sae shrugs, “whatever.”

you turn your back on him, slowly taking your carton of apple juice and finding the nicest glass that exists in your cupboard, cursing yourself internally for not preparing for unexpected guests enough. you do this slowly partly because you’re trying to calm your stupid heart down, still not fathoming why on earth sae’s wasting his time with you.

carefully, you rehearse yourself in your head, where you’re going to step, how you’re going to walk over to him—you really are just hopeless. count it your bad luck that the moment you turn around, you nearly drop the glass because you’re forgetting a really fundamental issue here: your merch.

“no no no, uh—” you leave the glass on the countertop, scurrying over to where sae’s staring and thumbing at something on your coffee table.

sae looks at your flustered reaction, giving you way to grab your things off the table and stuff them in the drawer where they’re out of sight. he blinks at you, a slight amusement bubbling inside him.

“wow, big fan, huh?”

you don’t know what’s worse: you being your most unpresentable self right now or that sae just caught you having some of his merch.

“so you have some of eita’s merch lying around too or is it just mine?”

you could die of embarrassment right now.

back still turned to sae, you desperately search your brain for answers. thinking on the spot doesn’t seem like your strong suit right now.

“it… was a gift.” believable, right?

sae hums, as though he’s contemplating. “why just mine then? why not oliver’s or my brother’s?”

fuck.

“i don’t know, maybe yours was the only one that wasn’t sold out.”

“ouch.”

you didn’t mean to indirectly insult him but what’s a drowning girl to do?

sae sighs when you keep quiet, still staying out where you are, trembling too much to move. “didn’t know you were in love with me.”

this time, you whip your head around to face him—that same stoic expression of his unchanging on his face. “am not!”

his brows shoot up. “but you bought some of my merch.”

“i told you, it was a gift.”

you need to get paid for still standing up on your own two feet right now. your head’s way too giddy from the interaction, considering.

“even that figurine over there?” sae’s finger points to a small toy just barely visible behind the nooks of the bookshelf. it’s a small figurine; something sold a few years back when sae was just first starting out. you’d bought it because, well, you’d thought chibi sae looked cuter than actual sae. (especially now when he’s just staring blankly at you.)

“that was…”

“a gift?”

you think he’s making fun of you now at this point.

“anyway, we’ve established that there’s no emergency here so why don’t you just go?” you’re pretty sure sae won’t ever talk to you again—not after coming across what he did tonight. he probably thinks you’re a freak, probably questions why he even considers you his friend (to which you’re now wondering if that’s even true at all).

you make a mental reminder to yourself to kill otoya eita tomorrow.

sae lets you push him towards the entryway, apple juice long forgotten on the countertop, collecting condensation with water pooling below the glass.

“you must like me a lot, huh?” he ponders out loud as you continue pushing him towards the door. you see a hint of cockiness in his stare now, the slightest tug of a smirk on the corner of his lips.

“i do n—”

“be careful what you say,” sae cuts you off, toeing his shoes back on, looking glamorous as ever and you nearly forget that he looks straight out of a magazine even in his sportswear. “‘cause i’ll believe you.”

part of you wants him to just go already so your knees can buckle under, but part of you wants to ask him what he means. what’s he insinuating? isn’t the answer clear enough.

but now it’s way past nine and he’s all ready to go yet he’s still standing at your doorway, waiting for your answer. you want to scream no, you want to keep your secret safe, you don’t want him to know about the crush you’d been harbouring. but he told you to be careful what you say because he’ll believe you.

“s-so what if i do?” you stutter, failing to look him in the eyes, your stare focused on the air in between you.

sae’s features soften ever so slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to give in so quickly, but it isn’t one of disgust. it’s more like one of pleasant surprise.

after what seems like an eternity, sae finally opens his mouth.

“you must’ve gotten jealous a lot with all those girls i’d gone out with.”

your fist instinctively connect with his arm, his stoic finally giving way to a grimace, palm rubbing his triceps in pain. out of all the things to say, he chooses to say that? you think he deserves it.

“you know what, sae? you can go back to your fake girlfriends, i could care less,” you snap at him, pouting. you hate that despite how ignorant his words are that you can’t find it in yourself to hate him.

sae exhales sharply, chuckling softly when he sees your pout, and you feel as though it’s the first time you’ve seen him like this even though it’s not. his hand comes up to ruffle the top of your head gently, and you’re reminded of when he did this to you back in high school.

“can’t do that, can i?” he tells you, that soft disposition gone and the stoic mischief coming right back. “not when i’m in front of who could be my real girlfriend.”

your heart might’ve forgotten how to beat.

sae leaves you standing there, left to your own devices as he exits your apartment, fully aware of his effect on you.

not long after he leaves (while you’re still standing in the doorway), your phone buzzes in your pocket. you fish it out and see his name there for the first time in a long time.

you smile to yourself as you read his message. okay, so maybe you’ll spare eita’s life for now.

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: random word prompts with haru, towa, ren, taiga, romeo, and ritsu!

COMMENTS: ritsu...save me....save me ritsu......save me best lawyer japan will ever see..................save me :((

Haru - Convience

It’s easy to run to his aid when he doesn’t call you. Haru is always chipper and kind, greeting you with a cheery good morning and a slap on the back. He knows you know more than enough now from shadowing him for so long that you can take care of most of the anomalies yourself.

He would never let you near the bulls, though.

Only he is allowed to break every bone in his body and get bitten til he bleeds! That is none of your concern. You’re much too soft and precious for that, he’ll sooner die than let you get in trouble.

So please, won’t you hold his hand when he feels tired? Won’t you always be there for him? He really likes it when you scratch at his scalp like that. Let him rest his head in your lap and breathe, just for a little while.

Towa - Innocent

To be one’s first love is truly an honor, Towa thinks. He finds you so cute, with your warm cheeks and soft smiles, your shaking hands as you give him little bouquets of wildflowers. He giggles and swings you around, kissing your skin over and over until your flesh burns underneath his mouth.

Precious! You’re so precious! You’re each other's first kiss, first love, first date, first everything. Towa couldn’t be more grateful that he gets to experience such a love with you.

It’s an honor that you trust him so much. It makes you so beautiful. You already looked stunning while you were in love, but since you’re in love with him, you look so much better.

Ren - Implication

“Come here and watch me play,” he says.

“Where are you going? There’s still fourteen minutes left of the movie,” he says.

“Why are you playing all the way over there? Do I stink or something?” he says.

Ren is full of subtleties you have to decipher every time you speak to him. He seems almost scared of voicing his desires for you to be near him.

Even when you get near him of your own accord, he calls it sexual harassment. It’s like he does it on purpose just to see you get irritated.

It works.

Contrary to his word, though, he always scoots a little closer to you when you’re near. A slight shuffling of feet when you’re tending to anomalies, a shifting of his leg on the couch, each one is noticeable.

He’s such a silly man. Doesn’t he know by now that you want the same thing?

Taiga - Definite

You stare, unimpressed, at the massive bite mark on your shoulder. The steam from the warming shower slowly rolls throughout the bathroom as you poke and prod at the sharp teeth marks, wondering how the hell you’re going to get them gone.

It was winter, so wearing a jacket would be a given, but hiding it wasn’t the problem. Feeling it was.

And now every time you moved your shoulder, the skin would stretch uncomfortably because your absolute unhinged boyfriend decided to fucking bite you.

You snatch up your phone and send him a quick text about how he needs to chill out and move to set your phone down. Before it hits the counter, it buzzes, and you lift it back up to your face.

Rolling your eyes, you huff. Right, silly you! You forgot being bitten was a definite when in a relationship with someone like him.

Romeo - Perception

Liking Romeo was really, really hard sometimes. Even though he was hard working and very ambitious, two traits you greatly admired, his overbearing attitude was the one thing you hated the most.

You’ll get wrinkles! Fix your eyebrows! Don’t curl your lips like that! That shade isn’t right, try this one! Your chapstick came off! Your skin is flaky right here!

Over and over and over, every flaw you had he would address like it meant nothing. Didn’t he have any manners? You weren’t supposed to talk to people like that, especially your friends.

But...when you sit yourself down at your vanity in the late hours of the evening, you do as he says. You apply your skincare and you’ll do a facemask if you feel like it.

And when you wake up the next morning to his scrutiny and slight nod of approval, you feel lighter inside.

Ritsu - Monarch

There were many words one could use to describe Ritsu. Annoying was one you heard a lot. It was not one you agreed with, however. You’d much rather use words like dependable. Cool. Clever. Impressive. You’d much rather follow him around like a lost puppy, soaking up every word he says with stars in your eyes.

Taiga makes fun of you, asking if you’re ever apart from the other person. Ritsu gets huffy and you just shake your head bashfully. Romeo snorts and calls you a basic bitch, lamenting about how Ritsu has spent so much time with you and yet hasn’t taught you a single thing, to which you reply that Article 230 of the Japanese Penal Code states that one who publicly alleges facts shall, regardless of whether such facts are true or false, be punished with penal servitude or imprisonment not to exceed three years or a fine of not more than 500,000 yen.

This time, Ritsu has stars in his eyes. You eat his pride for you out of the palm of his hand, relishing his beaming smile.

You’ve learned a lot from him.

Every time he calls you his business partner, your heart sings. It’s an honor and a privilege to be with the man you admire most.

And at the end of the day, when the lights are dim and he takes his jacket off, you help him undo his tie. He always reminds you that it’s after working hours and you always shake your head, wanting to stay by his side more than anything.

He gathers you into his arms and holds you, just for a little while, eyes sliding shut as you rest your hands against his shoulder blades.

How beautiful it is, to be special to him, the king of your heart.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Touya Drabble

Sometimes I can't help but wonder how things would be for Dabi if he had stayed Touya. If his father had been to Sekoto Peak. If the course of life had gone on.

Touya would still grow to resent and hate his father as both a parental figure and a hero. It would never reach the level of pure hatred he has for Endeavour as Dabi, but the feeling of being thrown aside in Shouto's favour, of being nothing more than a failed designer baby, that, would always remain. He’s always had trouble controlling his emotions, because no one ever showed him how to. How long until he would run away from that house and all it represents? Fifteen, sixteen years old? Touya would still see his siblings and his mother, sometimes, but never his father. Never again. He would make him regret losing interest in him like a worthless toy. He'd become the greatest goddamn hero in Japan just to spite his father, and crush his pathetic dreams of being number one.

As a hero, Touya would be a lone wolf, refusing to work for an agency or any group that would try to use and publicize his title as Endeavor's son. He would fully shed away the last name “Todoroki”, because being part of that family's legacy had never brought him anything other than pain. Some would call him a vigilante more than a hero, but he has never really been one to care about labels, either way. If he would go by an alias, I'd like to think it would be something like Phoenix, a symbolic rebirth from the ashes of a past he's left behind (and a perfectly melodramatic name for his theatrical ass).

Touya would still have scars; although his body would never burn to the extent of Sekoto Peak, he would get heavy marks and scars from overusing his quirk, mostly around his arms and chest. At first, he hides them when he's out, not wanting to prove his parents were right about him slowly killing himself. It would be a cold day in hell before he admitted his father was right about anything. Then, tattoos and piercings start making their way into his life, and it becomes less and less about hiding the scars, and more and more about making them a part of his body. Dark swirls of ink would become indistinguishable from charred and marred skin, and he would show them of proudly. His skin would be a reminder of his determination, his drive to keep going despite being told he was weak. Nothing could bring the fire in him down.

It would take him time to forgive the rest of his family for not standing by him when he ran away. Natsuo and Fuyumi are the easiest, because Natsuo shares part of his anger towards their father, and he grows a begrudging respect for how Fuyumi tries to hold everything (and everyone) together. It takes him until he's eighteen to start accepting maybe his mother was a victim, too. Maybe her complacency with their broken household had less to do with cowardice, and more with wanting to protect her children. He'll bring her flowers at the hospital, from time to time, but he never apologizes for the words he might have yelled at her before. Apologies were never really his thing.

It takes Touya the longest to forgive Shouto. Deep down, he's known for a long time it isn't the youngest's fault. But it's hard not to feel anger at how easily he follows their father's plans, how stoic and seemingly devoid of any real identity he is. A puppet. It's only when Shouto joins UA that Touya starts seeing the fire of passion burn in his brother's eyes. Real emotions, trapped underneath the icy surface of the perfect child who had so efficiently replaced him. A bratty teen who bottled up his feelings until he exploded, finally letting others see how he felt all those years. His brother.

In many ways, Touya wouldn't have been very different from Dabi. He would still be angry, and hurt, and desperately in need for his father to notice him, one way or the other. But in many other ways, he would have been so different. He would have been a hero on his own terms. He would have been able to grow as a teenager rather than be trusted into adulthood with no landmarks or experience. He would not forget, but he would forgive.

But Touya died a long time ago, and these are just thoughts I get at night.

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

You know how girls have this sixth sense or guts feelings about a guy having ability to be dangerous person or like 'oh this person can be fucked up' . Do you think this is what happen with those 20 girls rejecting shinichiro sano? Like if it was 3-5 I can say bad luck ? But 20? I know most of the fandom say the girls are blind or shinichiro flirting skills are well bad enough making him desperate or it is him being a leader of the gang in Japan where it is seen in negative image. But c'mon universally teenage girls love a bad boy image. I don't think out of those 20 girls didn't find shinichiro sano attractive with all these qualities. I love Shin but 20 rejection in reality straight up a red flag?

20 appears as a funny hyperbole at first, and it sure was used for comedic effects but I agree Shinichiro has unsettling flaws (to say it nicely). Transposing the number '20' to real life could appear off.

Shinichiro is indeed a delinquent (and the leader of a whole gang of them, who reached Japan's number 1 spot - that's not nothing) and is seen by all the characters we know as an endearing idiot with a heart of gold. And yet no girl fell for it. Good for them, they deserve better than making the experience of being with Shinichiro. They wouldn't have known what they'd have signed up for..

Shinichiro is a red flag in himself once you see pass the 'perfect brother, perfect friend' mask. He is a 'good person' but only because his life didn't make it so he saw a point to doing 'mean things' - he's not against the idea, we know about Original Timeline. 'It's because he didn't have Mikey anymore!' I don't think one's morals should be dependent on another's well-being. (I eat that shit up everytime in fiction, and I love messed up characters, Shinichiro fits both and I love that, and i love him, but it'd be daring to say he's a good person knowing everything he did - and knowing we ignore a lot more stuffs). Sure he was a 14 y/o but he still named his gang after an irl ultranationalist organization (knowing how Japan hides and denies its past, I wonder how he knows about that), he brought his 8 y/o brother to a gang meeting when he was 18, his idea of bonding with Izana was showing him how to act like a delinquent, etc. Original Timeline makes him even more of a red flag but considering the additional factors behind his behavior at that time, it's possible to think (and whether it's right or wrong I don't know, interpretations vary and sometimes Shinichiro is very hard to grasp, I have troubles with him at times) his behavior there wouldn't ever manifest had it been not for this exact situation of losing Mikey (and what was left of his family on the way).

And yeah, Shinichiro would never be as violent, impulsive and hostile as when Mikey dies - but those things didn't stem from nowhere. There's definitively crumbs of it even when Mikey's doing well. He's got trauma he refuses to address (parents' death, parentification, ...) which.. I can see as cradle for some toxic positivity - being portrayed as perfect, good and kind until OG timeline, we only ever see him smile until he loses Mikey. And when he tries therapy it doesn't work.

One thing you can't take away from Shinichiro though, is that he's earnest, he has not an ounce of malice in him. If he deceives people (by making them believe he's perfectly imperfect) it's not intentional because he himself sees himself as the image most see him as. That's worse in some way, because he really is unaware of how harmful he can be - he's a red flag but he sincerely thinks he's good, he never purposely intends to hurt anyone. He loves to help out his loved ones and he'd probably do the same to strangers, but he also sucks at assessing their pain or any kind of repercussions in any given context (ex: treating Haruchiyo's 'slashing his friends because they badmouthed Mikey' incident lightly, abruptly disbanding Black Dragon and seemingly not doing anything for Takeomi's distress, downplaying Sanzu's scars, ...). He's an enabler, too. If a loved one were to say '[x] makes me happy!' then he'd let them to [x] even if it actually harms them - he wouldn't see how that can be wrong, since they're happy.

The fact they were so much makes me doubt of the seriousness of his feelings I have to admit. While he has a lot of love to give and is genuine in his interactions with others (unless they're twisted by denial, ie: OG timeline Shinichiro acting happy and fine), it appears as if he's just desperate to have a girlfriend - without caring who it may be. It seems very shallow, does he even know the girls? If they don't know him it'd explain a bit why they didn't accept. If we restrain those love confessions to his Black Dragon years he has confessed to five girls each year - almost one for each season, one every 2 month and a half or so on average. That's fast lol.

After that we could talk about the possible reasons why he was so eager to have someone; ranging from 'typical teen wishing to acquire relationship experience' to 'thinking he needs to provide his little siblings with a mother figure because he can only fulfill the father figure role' by way of 'needing to save the family's face after their father's cheating get spread' but.. I don't want to develop them more, and they aren't really the topic at hand here.

Another issue that could arose from a relationship is that he'd put Mikey and his family first before anything else - that's a hard true and that needs to be accepted quickly too, no girl could ever be his number one priority no matter how desperate he sounds to have one.

One may say his inability to get girls is a difference between him and Takemichi — the fact Takemichi got Hinata as a girlfriend because she fell for him, got Emma to almost sleep with him, and got Yuzuha to have a crush on him. But we're used to comparing those two silly guys and thinking they both function the same way and by so, Takemichi being an idiot but still good at heart, Shinichiro can't possibly be a red flag. It's the kind of thing the story doesn't make you instinctively overthink, I think. We have clues on how Shinichiro is as a person once we scrap the surface of TR and starts to dig, but we really have nothing about how he'd be in a relationship, how he'd act toward a significant other - and picturing him as another Takemichi is just something that the story makes us do throughout the entirety of it so it feels logical for a time to give Shinichiro the same traits.

[kewltie]

Happy Holidays M4dG4rl!

prompt: romeo & juliet

"You live in this area?!" Katsuki frowns at the decrepit buildings around them.

Izuku nods.

He eyes him. "You know this neighborhood is declared a black zone by the Hero Commission."

Rampant crimes, deteriorating infrastructures, and lack of government support. It's not the best living condition, Izuku knows, but to him it's home.

"We can't always choose where we come from," he says with an ambiguous air.

Katsuki's frown deepens. "If you're in trouble, I can—" His coms suddenly beeps, cutting the rest of his sentence off.

"Dynamight, we need you over here Ward D," a familiar voice comes through. It sounds like Chargebolt.

They'd never met, but Izuku has always seen him on the news, standing side by side with Katsuki as his equal. His partner. A place Izuku had once dream of.

Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance. "I'm busy."

"It's the League." Hush. Urgent.

Katsuki turns to Izuku, conflicted.

Izuku puts on a smile and silently mouths, "It's fine."

Katsuki sighs. "I'll be right there," he says to Chargebolt, before shutting off their connection. "I'll take you home first."

Izuku shakes his head. "My apartment is close by. I can go on my own," he insists.

"Your ward was voted the murder capital of Japan twice," he says dryly.

"Dynamight-san," Izuku says a little too politely, and Katsuki flinches at the sudden formal address, "I may be quirkless, but I'm not helpless. I been living here for two years now, so I think I can handle getting home alone."

Katsuki looks away, lips pursed and shoulders tense. "I didn't fucking mean that," he says. Terse. "I haven't thought of you like that in a long time now, so don't put shitty words in my mouth."

It's not an apology for their past, but Izuku's heart softens by his sincerity.

It been over twelve years since they last saw each other, that's long enough for each of them to grow out of the discomfort and awkwardness of youth, and the ignorance of childhood. Without Izuku there, Katsuki had matured into a young man who can owned up to his past mistakes. Izuku is so proud of him, but there's a part of him that wishes he was there to witness it, to be a part of it.

"Sorry," he murmurs softly, clutching his conbini bag tightly. "I know we're not children anymore. You've grown and I'm happy to see that." And that's the truth. "I'm really happy," he repeats, the handle of the plastic bag crunching under his palm, "but then I wonder what it would be like if I was there with you."

Katsuki stares at him, gaze unrelenting. "Then don't disappear on me again."

"That was out of my control," he explains. His mother's untimely death. The separation. And now their reunion after all these years. None of it ever felt like it was within in his control. "But you have my numbers now and you know where I live. I'm not going anywhere this time."

Katsuki gives him a skeptical look.

Which is quite unfair because it's not like Izuku made a habit of running away and hiding from Katsuki. It only happened twice! The first time, he wasn't mentally prepared to meet Katsuki and the second, the timing was just awful, so Izuku wasn't doing it on purpose or anything.

He glances down at his watch, looking annoyed. "I have to go, but we're not done here," he says, and it sounds much like a threat.

The corner of Izuku's lips twitches. "I know," he says. Katsuki definitely won't let him off again. "It's okay, go fight some bad guys, hero-san."

Katsuki snorts. "Shut up, Deku," he says as Izuku tries to stifles a laugh. "I'm coming back for your ass, just you wait."

He grins. "I'll be waiting then," he says, waving Katsuki goodbye as he gives Izuku one more lingering glance before off he goes in a blast into the night.

Izuku stands there with his konbini bag for a moment, watching Katsuki blazes through sky like a distance star as he gets farther and farther away.

Their reunion seems worlds apart, ill-fated.

He takes one last look at Katsuki's quickly disappearing spark before heading back.

Izuku's apartment is a few blocks down, but the closer he gets to it the night seems to seep in every crevasse till the last of the streetlight gives away to neon signs and chouchins that hang in front of the shops lining the streets. The darkness encroaches in dim alleyways and unseen corners.

The inhabitants, though, doesn't seem to care or notice the remaining light of civilization fading away. Here in Ward X, the Hero Commission's reaches does not touch. They make their own rules however violence and capricious it may be, but Izuku and thousands of others call it home.

Izuku navigates through the cramp, dark streets with a familiar ease. Occasionally, he'll bypass groups idly squatting in a corner, people luring guests into forbidden teahouses under red lights, and lone figures staking out defensively victims. He walks pass them unbothered.

A third of the way, he starts hearing footsteps behind him that keep on crawling closer. Izuku purposely slows down enough for the footsteps to catch up and stop. He feels the press of something hard against his back.

"Give me everything you have," the figure murmurs in his ears. Low. Threatening.

"Hello, Kawakami-san," Izuku greets, recognizing that voice right way.

The pressure on his back abruptly retracts as Izuku turns around to see a large man with an alligator head hastily taking a step back.

Kawakami withdraws the knife back into his pocket, looking chagrin. He clears his throat, the scar on his jaw rising with the movement. "I didn't know it was you, Midoriya."

"Would you like some curry bread?" Izuku offers instead, ignoring the blade that had pressed against his back earlier.

Kawakami blinks in confusion briefly, and then finally accepts Izuku’s offer of peace. He scratches his lower jaw in embarrassment. "Uh, yes."

Izuku rummages through his hefty plastic bag and pulls out one of the curry breads he had bought earlier at the convenience store before bumping into Katsuki. "It's still warm," he says.

"Appreciate it, kid," Kawakami says gruffly, taking the bread from him, and artfully avoids touching Izuku.

"Stay safe now," Izuku says, pleased with their rather pleasant exchange. "Try not to rob anyone else tonight."

Kawakami's nostrils flare. "Go home already, Midoriya. Your presence is nuisance to my business."

"I'm glad then." Izuku flashes him a grin. "Good bye, Kawakami-san."

And with that, Kawakami slinks back into the shadows and Izuku is back on track toward home once more. Except he makes a detour to a dilapidated tea shop nearby under the red glare of a neon sign. He spots two women standing outside, decked out in flashy make-up and the finest clothes.

"Izuku-chan!" one of them calls out as soon as she spots him.

The woman next to her with bleached hair crosses her arms, less enthusiastic than her partner but it nonetheless doesn't deter him.

"Hi, Yue-san and Riko-san," he says, approaching them. "How are you doing tonight?"

"Cold, hungry and annoyed." Riko casts an unimpressed look at their surroundings. "Would be better if we could catch some flies before we freeze to death."

"It's been slow night for us." Yue shrugs before sending him a playful wink. "But now that you're here it's much better."

Izuku's cheeks heat up. Yue always like to tease him, but he still has yet to get used to it. "U-um, would you like to have some breads?"

Riko's eyes narrowed, her long red nails tapping on her upper arm. Displeasure on her face. "You think we're charity case now, Midoriya?"

Izuku shakes his head. "I got these heavily discounted because they were going to expired tonight and I surely can't finish them all." It’s an easy excuse.

Yue bumps Riko's shoulder. "Hey, be nice to Izuku-chan! He's always bringing us snacks."

Riko scowls, eyes scrutinizing him before relenting. "Fine. Give it here, Mary-sama." The words are crude and unapologetic.

Izuku ducks his head in embarrassment. "P-please don't call me that."

"But you're like our little saint, bringing us a little peace and hope," Yue insists vehemently. Earnest, but no less embarrassing.

He could take Riko's mocking derision, but Yue's words weigh him down with its sincerity. He shoves the entire bag of food into her arms. "Here please take it all. You can share it with the rest of the girls," he says, and he doesn't wait for a respond as he makes a run for it.

Izuku got far enough that he no longer sees anyone close by. It's eerie quiet around him. Unusual. Suddenly, he's made painfully aware that he's all alone. There are still chouchin lights hanging outside of several buildings, but there's no sound, no people. Nothing. Just him. His apartment is just ahead, but this ominous feeling doesn’t leave him.

The silence doesn't stay for long, because Izuku soon hears wings flapping overhead and then something heavy drops down in front of him. One. Two. Three of something.

Under the dim moon of Ward X, a nomu breaks free from its pack and approaches him with steps full of intent.

Its stops short of Izuku and he holds his breath as it drops down on one knee with familiarity. The rest of its brethren follow suit as a purple swirl of gas appears, tearing into the space and a well-dressed figure steps out, outlined in smokes.

"Izuku-sama," Kurogiri greets him with a low bow. "I hope you are doing well on this lovely tonight."

He doesn't step back, but his skin crawls at the pressure that Kurogiri exudes just with his presence alone. "I’m good, thank you."

"I'm glad," he says expressionlessly. Not that Izuku can read much of it anyway. "Sensei is very proud of you. He'd seen what you done with Ward X so far and he's impressed."

Izuku stiffens. "I haven't done anything yet." These two years been nothing but him avoiding his responsibilities. His duties.

"You have gained their loyalty and trust." The yellow glare of his eyes softens. "They adore you, their Mary-sama."

Izuku is seriously beginning to hate that word. That title. It's wrong. He's no saint at all. He's a devil in whites.

He takes a deep breath, shaking off the heaviness in his chest as he tries to regain his footing. "I told him to leave me alone for five years," he says. Firm. "So why are you here in my territory?"

Kurogiri tilts his curiously like he didn't expect Izuku to challenge him like that. "Sensei wishes to see you."

"Why?" Izuku presses.

"You haven't visit him in two years. He misses you," he reveals like he's reading off a fact in a book. "You are most precious son after all."

Izuku almost wanted to laugh. Sensei. Father. He always has a flair of dramatic. Instead of dropping by himself personally, he sent Kurogiri and three nomus to take Izuku back for a visit. Truly ridiculous.

"And what if I say no?" he shoots back daringly. Stupidly.

Kurogiri turns toward one of the nomus next to him. "It only takes one of them to bring down an entire building here with all those people inside. Do you want to test it, Izuku-sama?" he asks coolly, fully aware of the lives he wields over Izuku's head.

Izuku clenches his fist.

Helpless. He hasn't felt that way in a long, long time. The only one who can make him feel this crushing defeat was and still is his father. He always managed to grab Izuku's weakness and exploit it to the fullest.

Izuku's eyes flutter as he sighs. "Let's go then."

"A wise choice." Kurogiri steps aside and gestures for Izuku to step toward the portal. "Sensei will be very happy to see you again, Izuku-sama. He'd personally prepared all your favorite dishes tonight."

Izuku stops, brows furrowing. "He cooked?"

"I believe he wanted to impress you," Kurogiri explains. A pause. “He really did miss you quite a bit.”

Despite his father constant machination and the differences how they view people's life, this is the same man who stayed up late and held Izuku in his arms when he couldn't sleep after a nightmare. Izuku loves his father with equal fervor as much as he hates and fears him.

The world may know All for One as a monster, but to Izuku he's just father. Overbearing. Overprotective. Obsessive. Izuku suffocates under the weight of his father's love. It's why he ran all the way here to Ward X, because he has to escape his father’s clutch before it completely ruins him.  

"Let's go then before he decides to destroy something to get my attention," Izuku murmurs with anticipation and dread of meeting his father again after their two years separation.

This is why he didn't want to meet Katsuki again.

He hopes Katsuki will never know the truth because what will Katsuki think of him then? An enemy? A traitor? Or someone so unworthy of even his notice? He may believe he’s reuniting with an estranged childhood friend, but what Katsuki doesn't know is that the scariest thing here is not the dark alley, the impenetrable night, or the threat of looming violence, it's Izuku. Izuku isn't his father, but some days he thinks he's worse than that because he lies as easily as he breathes.

They're like parallel lines stuck in their own course but if they're force to meet, it’ll be an inevitable collision. A heartbreaking, bloody collision. His father will not let Katsuki live and Katsuki certainly won’t give him mercy either. And Izuku doesn’t know when it comes to down to it, who would he choose to side with?

[thefiercest]

TMNT SPLINTER HEADCANNONS

Splinter mostly drinks mint teas to help his mind and body relax

Splinter often has nightmares about his past traumas.

Splinter and Shredder have both fought in the war when they were 18 or 20. 

Splinter had a complicated relationship with his father and they were never really close.

Splinter was a mama’s boy. He was very close to his mother and loved her dearly. 

Splinter got into fights and liked to cause trouble when he was a teenager.

Splinter was also a little jealous of Saki when he was young because he seemed to be far more closer with his father then he was and got way more respect. 

Splinter did not want to admit his feelings to Shen at first, partly because of his brother and partly because he did not feel worthy of her.

Splinter would get straight As in art class.

Splinter still gets anxious about fires, even if it is just a small candle.

Before his sons, Splinter thought about committing suicide. Blaming himself for the death of his wife, daughter and even his entire clan. 

Splinter’s mother and father were still alive when he left Japan but he decided to never go back to them even before his mutation.

Splinter blamed his father for Tang Shen’s death and Miwa’s kidnapping. After learning that Shredder was the son of their enemy, Splinter had yelled at his father and told him that if he did not bring the son of their enemy into their lives then his family would still be alive. 

Usagi’s counterpart in their world was Splinter’s best friend as well as a man named Chung I.

Splinter was a bit of a slob when he was young but after raising four boys, he tried to keep things neat and clean. 

Splinter was curious and liked to learn new things. He sometimes got so caught up in what he was doing that he would lose track of time. 

Splinter sometimes wishes that Leonardo would not worry so much and just be a teenager.

Splinter gets so easily annoyed with Raphael because he reminds him so much  of himself when he was young.

Splinter has a hard time understanding Donatello sometimes but he tries his best to connect with his son.

Splinter babies and spoils Mikey. Partly because he reminds him of his sweet Tang Shen but also because well, he is his youngest and most innocent son. 

Splinter spoils Karai the most and tries to give her space since he knows that she needs to figure things out on her own.

Splinter used to believe in revenge and almost acted on it when Shredder took everything he cared about from him but the memory of his loving wife stopped him from doing so.

Splinter still gets deeply depressed on the anniversary of his wife’s death and locks himself in his room until the day is over. 

Splinter holds back a little when fighting Shredder because part of him is still holding on to the memory of when they were brothers.

“Splinter” was his nickname in the war and he made that his first name because he felt like he was not Hamato Yoshi anymore and was fighting the greatest war of all, to keep him and his sons alive.

Splinter does have other clothes than a kimono, he just wears a kimono during training or when company comes over since he is a bit insecure about how he looks in normal clothes. (His seen those videos of people laughing at dressed up animals)

Before Donnie was able, Splinter used to do all the mechanical and doctor things around their home and though it always worked out in the end, it stressed him out which is why he was so grateful to his genius son.

Splinter feels guilty about the burden he placed on his eldest son and sometimes wonders if he should have waited until he and his brothers were older.

Every time the boys come back from a horrible mission, Splinter regrets ever allowing them to go to the surface in the first place and does his best to comfort them.

Splinter’s relationship with Shen was a bit similar to Raph and Monalisa’s relationship. Shen was Splinter’s strength while Splinter was Shen’s courage. 

[faulty-writes]

Thank for you previous answer ! The girls do deserve more attention 😔

Since your requests seems to be still open, may I please request something for Tenya and our favorite girlboss Mei dating a 1-A student who's a nepo baby and thus, their relationship being the subject of a lot of gossip ? (You write tenya really well I can't help myself but ask something for him)

I hope you're having a great week-end 😌

[ Ironically enough, Mei is my second favorite ship with Iida. The first would be Uraraka. Either way, this request sounds awesome! If you're familiar with My Hero Academia: Vigilantes, you'll recognize who the father of the "nepo baby" reader is. If you haven't read that manga, I suggest doing so because it is amazing. ]

Who could have imagined years and years after your father visited Japan, you'd make the choice to enroll at Yuuei. Of course, being from America and the child of the Playboy Hero: Captain Celebrity was a big deal.

From the start, you recalled how others stared at you. Bewildered at your existence. Well, all except one. "Hello!" he bellowed out, chopping his hand through the air. "My name is Tenya Iida. I am very honored to have a student of such high status join us at this prestigious learning establishment!"

You hated that your father's playboy reputation followed you, unlike him you preferred to remain loyal to the one you loved. Of course, this didn't stop rumors from starting the moment everyone found out that you and Tenya were dating. "I suppose that is rather troubling, but I do not believe rumors are made in just," Part of you wanted to know how long that perspective would last.

"Pardon, please step away from Y/n," he said, clenching his fists by his sides and staring daggers at Neito who had pinned you against the wall. "Oh, come now, they were flirting with me! And rumor has it they have a bit of a crush on me, heh. Perhaps you're too ordinary for them, after all as a bit of a celebrity baby myself, I think Y/n and I would make the perfect couple," Tenya naturally became infuriated with those words and explained the wrongs Neito had committed before politely dragging you away.

"It's somewhat disheartening to know our relationship has garnered so much attention," he stated, tapping his chin as he looked outside at the group of paparazzi. "It's not so bad once you get used to it kid!" your father, otherwise known as Captain Celebrity said, slapping Tenya on the shoulder with a bright smile. "Forgive me," he replied, shrugging your father's hand off. "But I do not wish to make Y/n go through such complications," although part of him hated the rumors that continued to circulate about your relationship.

"I...I am not quite sure how to respond to...such a thing," Tenya stated, looking at his phone. There was an article published with a picture of you and him. He was wearing his Ingenium suit with his arm wrapped around you, but it appeared as though you were in some weird love triangle because you were also holding onto Deku's hand. You frowned when you noticed the title of the article, 'Celebrity Student Love Affairs.'

Gossip was strenuous, to say the least, and you were more than certain Tenya would end your relationship due to the unwanted attention. But as usual, he used logic to make it work. "Perhaps this is but a taste of the inner workings of a hero's life. I am well aware that you are rather...famous in your own regard and I...I am quite honored to be with you and our romantic endeavor regardless of the challenges it presents," sometimes you wondered if he'd make a better poet than a hero student.

Mei was the bubbliest girl you had ever met, and when she found out you were a celebrity baby. Well, she took advantage of it as she often did with others if it meant her inventions, or "babies" as she called them, got attention. In the words of Shota Aizawa, "She's a born saleswoman" and boy did she sell you right into a relationship.

"Oh, try this on! It's baby number 5706!" she exclaimed excitedly with that bright smile that made your heart race. "Now strike a pose!" she demanded, holding her phone up. "Once they see my babies are used by a celebrity baby, there'll be no stopping the businesses that will contact me!" While you were happy to help Mei become more recognized, you had your hopes you were more than just an advertisement opportunity for her.

Mei was rarely serious, but when you brought up your suspicions that she was using your "relationship" to boost her ego for the first time you saw her frown. "Don't get me wrong, my babies are super important to me! And it's good to have someone in the spotlight to advertise them! But...you're my ultimate baby!"

"Yeah, I swear man! Y/n flirted with me yesterday!" Hanta announced, purposely allowing Mei to overhear. But she was either too busy with her current invention to bother or she was ignoring him. "Hey Hatsume!" he called, "How do you feel about that!?" She paused and turned to look at him with a smile. "Sorry, what was your name again?" she honestly didn't care about the rumors and even if you were flirting, she'd figure out a way to keep your heart. After all, she wasn't one to easily give up.

She handled the paparazzi pretty well or at least better than you imagined. In fact, she took the opportunity to hold you close and do just about anything publicly acceptable to show her affection for you. She also answered any curious questions or rumors about your relationship and what it was like to date the child of famous celebrity heroes. It all boiled down to her accepting you for who you were rather than your predetermined title as a celebrity baby.

She was strangely protective of you, especially when you invited her to high-class events that your parents attended. "That's the power of my latest baby!" She announced after successfully crushing the lens of a paparazzi member's camera who had tried to take scandalous pictures of you with someone else. They got frightened away and Mei proceeded to hold you close for the rest of the night.

[rotting-system]

OK SO BASICALLY Kira is a trans man in this au, he was on vacation to Italy and he met diavolo and then they shabongalong(uncovered😳) and he goes back to Japan PREGNANT!!!! Diavolo promised he would keep contact but did NOT and started the whole mafia thing. 8 months 2 weeks later BOOM!! Chiyoko is born and Kira is IN LOVE/p he loves his daughter SO MUCH he forgets about the whole hand thing. Chiyoko is the SWEETEST little girl while still having the curiosity of a cat and gets into shit OH MY GOD I HAVE IDEAS FOR DRAWING BUT I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO THEM YET but anyway so she grows up, Kira gets back into the whole hand thing. She sees the hand one night and has nightmares and doesn't look at her father the same she still LOVES her dad but like gets an off putting feeling from him. She is completely unaware that he had been doing this for YEARS and just saw the one thing. Then of course the day Kira is forced into hiding happens and Chiyoko is at daycare wondering where her dad is and why he hadn't picked her up yet. Jotaro and them go to Kira's house and found out HE HAS A KID?? They fight kira's dad, go get Chiyoko from daycare and she starts staying at Josuke's because it's way more invitjng to kids then Jotaro's hotel room. Chiyoko gets to bond with Josuke for the next couple of weeks as they try to hunt down her dad. They would LOVE to play dress up together and would get in trouble for getting into tomako's make up. Then, the day Kira gets caught happens. Chiyoko, ever the curious spirit, gets a peak at her dads dead body OH NO TRAUMA!!!! After about a week longer of staying at Josuke's, Jotaro takes her off to America where she is adopted by the Kujos. Her and jolyne are FAST FRIENDS. Like they can barely understand each other with the language barrier but they just understand anyway it's crazy. When Chiyoko finally gets to go to school she's bullied for being from Japan💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 but Jolyne, being the best older sister there is, always defends her little sister and Chiyoko feels like she has stablitiy in her life after months of nothing but chaos. A few years go by and Jotaro STILL LEAVES HIS FAMILY!!!!!!💔💔💔💔 Jolyne is torn up about this like in cannon but Chiyoko is EVEN WORSE OFF like bro she can't keep a father figure to save her life OH MY LORD SOMEONE SAVE MY SWEET PRINCESS💔💔💔 anyway, so when Jolyne steals that car Chiyoko is right there next to her she came up with the idea cuz she wanted to know how to drive. Then years later, the events before stone ocean happen. Jolyne, car crash, dead guy. At the same time, Chiyoko is getting desperate for some sort of guidance in her life, having just graduated high school. She starts drifting towards the church meeting father pucchi. He says he has information on her birth fathers but really he doesn't he doesn't know anything besides that she is jotaro's adoptive daughter and that she's desperate. Chiyoko gets arrested for armed robbery as Pucchi said to and now she's his little spy. I'm not sure when yet but she eventually becomes fully a good guy after realizing she don't need anybody but the family she has and then she dies, emporo kills Pucchi in the new universe, then she's in the new time line as just one of Jolyne's college friends

[tofutortoise]

My Experience at The Tempest (少年社中) + Meeting Imata Taira!!

On Monday I saw Shonen Shachu’s 25th anniversary production of The Tempest in Tokyo! Overall, I had an amazing experience, and even got to meet IMATA TAIRA HIMSELF!!! And speak to him, which was unreal. Details below, but also spoilers for the play! 

First off, I got my ticket through the lottery system, and somehow I ended up with a fantastic seat on the first floor! I haven’t had great luck with random seats in the past, but this time I sure did. It was a pretty small theater with excellent acoustics. The set was minimal but well utilized. I was really excited about the costumes after seeing all the glittering visuals on the official website (see here), but for some reason, the actual costumes they wore for the play were completely different and noticeably lower quality. I was particularly disappointed that the women’s costumes had major downgrades. On the bright side, Hiroshi Yazaki (playing Kagura/Prospero) got an even better costume than the one he wears in the official posters. He looked like a prince! 

As for the story, I can’t say I was the biggest fan. However, this is probably on me more than the production lmao. Because it’s called The Tempest, I assumed that this would simply be a production of Shakespeare’s The Tempest. However, as I quickly realized while watching the show and growing ever more confused, this is not the case!! It’s actually an original show about a theater group dealing with the loss of one of their members, reckoning with what it means to be an actor and bringing happiness to people, following their love for acting, etc., all while they put on a production of The Tempest. Scenes from Shakespeare’s Tempest are therefore interwoven into the play, and sometimes I admit I had a hard time understanding what was going on (the many time skips/flashbacks didn’t help on this point lol). Honestly I should have read the plot synopsis ahead of time, but because I assumed it was just the basic Tempest I didn’t bother– oops. 

There were points where I was quite invested and moved, but overall I wouldn’t say the flow of the story was particularly great. However, my experience was also limited by my intermediate Japanese, and I’m sure a lot of it went over my head. 

I think all of the actors did an amazing job! Imata Taira was definitely a highlight, and he portrayed a very troubled, grieving, angry character with artfulness and incredible intensity. Seeing him, along with Yazaki and Shogo in person, was absolutely unreal. As a long time Hakuouki fan, going from first seeing them on my computer in Hakumyu 8 years ago to watching them in person in Japan is a dream come true. 

Now, let’s get to the most exciting part– I MET IMATA TAIRA!!! AND SPOKE TO HIM!!!! AHHH! Basically after the show there was a special line where you could go to buy a piece of merch and talk to Taira for a moment. I had no idea they would be doing this so I hadn’t prepared anything to say to him, and I was SO nervous!! Turns out I needn’t have worried though, because Taira is such a lovely person and it was a great interaction. First of all, when the person in front of me moved on and I stepped up, Taira’s eyes went comically wide and he let out a gasp. I was expecting some level of surprise because I was a foreigner (blue eyes, red hair, etc.) at a completely Japanese play, but he was seriously taken aback. I spoke to him entirely in Japanese, of course, and thanked him for a wonderful performance, but he was just kinda scrambling for words and saying stuff like “Ah I’m so sorry I don’t know English!!”. He was so sweet and even bowed and put his head to the table and apologized for not knowing English T-T. I told him that even though my Japanese isn’t great, the power of theater is such that you don’t need to understand the words to be moved, and he thanked me again and even gave me his best “thank you!” in English too! He was so incredibly kind and genuine, and I found his reaction to be hilarious. It seemed like he was just as nervous to speak to me as I was to speak to him! Absolutely amazing experience!!!! The whole thing still feels absolutely unreal to me. I never thought I would have the opportunity to actually speak to one of the actors who has meant so much to me over the years. What a wonderful way to start off 2024 :) 

If anyone wants to chat about the play or has any questions about seeing it, feel free to PM anytime!

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 297, Replies Part 1

1) “Now what happened in BNHA again? Oh right, Horikoshi killed Midnight and Suya now will have to marry Zeus or Hades. Also Bakugo died and Jeanist pulled a jesus, but all that is a bit farther back. But the most important… We lost Mr. Compress Ass. RIP in piece, the buttocks got atomized. Now, let us grief this event, on Chapter 297: Tartarus.”-Appropriate, that we pick up at the place named for the afterlife, given how many have died over the course of this war and how may villains proceed to get “resurrected” into the storyline here.

2) “Ah, right, AfO is still in the deepest parts of Hell, but not for long I suppose.

Time for a great escape?”- Not just his singular escape, but a “great” escape, in the meaning of “large, massive, overwhelming” for everyone

3) “Huh, prison for a mutant in a island away from the mainland, the golden gate bridge… Are we X-men now?”- It’s as much about practicality as any shout-outs, though I don’t doubt those were also a factor. With all the varied and destructive Quirks contained inside the prison walls, building the place to take advantage of a naturally hostile environment (fairly sure the currents around japan are very rough and easy to drown in if you fall in) that also has the advantage of limiting the abilities of any escapees trying to flee the walls fits into both a cost-cutting mindset as well as providing a force that few Quirks can overpower- not even AFO had a 100% guarantee he’d survive if exposed to the harsh underwater pressures below sea level.

For all the godlike stunts they can pull off, it also serves as a reminder that the being who wield these powers are still fragile humans, and easily capable of dying in the right circumstances.

4) “Now, the problem is coming from outside, or from the inside? Because I bet that AfO can`t wait to feel the sun on his potato skin, he’d probably be stirring trouble for fun

Or not, a king stays at his throne after all.”- Technically, it’s Both! And because of his unique situation, both AFOs can take turns sitting on the throne whilst the other goes out to fight the heroes. Never giving another the opportunity to ever actually seize what is “his”, the role of the ultimate villain of the story, even if Tomura has some choice words for him about that, now the pretences are falling away…

5) “Well, it seems to be coming from the outside, so it’s definitely Shigaraki- or at least his body- coming all this way.”-  These guards have some baller designs, and they’re obviously experienced as the front-line guardmen of Tartarus. So it’s telling as to how unfairly overpowered Tomura and his remaining retinue are now, that they last about all of 20 seconds against them, even with the backup of several Armoured Core mechs. They didn’t even die to Tomura, but one of the Near High-Ends (evidenced by Briareos’ body still being intact) showing that these things are still city-levelling threats even if they’re not on the perfected version’s level and in lesser numbers to boot! 6) “If this is Shigaraki then I’m sorry but a code red will be useless, you’re gonna need one of them shrimp colors to represent how fucked the situation is”- Gyges and Briaeros are the names of the Hecatoncheires from Greek myth, fitting with Tartarus’ name and their multi-armed design. It makes me wonder if those are their actual names or just code-names chosen for the front-line defenders of the prison that happened to align with them by sheer coindicence.

7) “…and thus the Stygian depths were cracked apart. Hell is empty, for all the demons have left.”- It’s not the only thing that’s cracking apart. Izuku and the other’s efforts weren’t totally for nothing, it’s only Tomura’s insane healing factor and his willpower that’s holding his body together in rough shape at this point, and every time he strains himself with another Quirk, it threatens to push him past the breaking point and into a blob of viscera. AFO’s retreat was cowardly and disrespectful to the loyalty shown to him, but he’s not totally unfounded to claim that Tomura had had enough fighting, even if his “protégé” disagrees.

8) “Now for real, you guys don’t even have a self-destruct button? C'mon man, all the worst and most dangerous villains and you don’t even have a way to stop them from escaping?”- To be fair to them, I’m pretty sure there is a “breach the walls” button that floods the whole prison from the bottom up, letting the ocean in to drown them like rats – and their electronic defences are sufficiently high enough that even Tomura’s EMP blast wouldn’t have disabled that. It’s just the unknowable spiritual factor of these connecting Quirks between master and apprentice that gave AFO the insight needed to know when and how to best disable that option and prevent them from using it. 9) “Oh, sorry guys, but I don’t think Machia is gonna be able to come. There won’t be a place for him by sunrise I’m afraid.”- Not to mention, there’s the whole issue of storing him (giant-sized) in the first place, let alone questioning the fact that the likely “final resort” of flooding the prison might not even kill him, given how long he can endure hazardous conditions. Frankly, AFO could be stored in the prison because he’s still roughly humanoid-shaped, but Machia just might be uncontainable because he’s got too much raw strength for any structure to contain – and no self-preservation instinct to hold it back even if in a situation like smashing apart the walls keeping the ocean out. 10) “I mean, is he? He was, one day, but after what AfO did to him, I don’t think that’s the case anymore, he’s more like a tool for that monster, there’s no way to save him I’m afraid. And keeping him alive will just allow AfO to use him once he gets out- which is gonna happen in ten minutes I suppose.”- That leads to another moral question, in that, how responsible for his actions is Machia? His intelligence is so low that he doesn’t even seem to care or consider any social norms like even some bizarre-looking Hetromorphs out there do. Everything he does, he does because he’s been “trained” to recognise every order AFO gives him as “good” and anything else is worthless. The guy doesn’t seem to have any real empathy in him for the deaths he’s caused, in much the same way you don’t care about stepping on ants – he simply doesn’t register them at all, neither desiring their deaths, nor caring about any that do. The guy’s mentally broken on some level and is just another tool in AFO’s arsenal, but there’s really no way back for him, because he doesn’t seem to have ever been “normal” at any point we’ve seen. And of course, the secondary issue is that his sheer durability means that we need to resort to weapons of mass destruction to stand a hope of seriously injuring him, which also likely would have the side-effect of weakening his bonds if an explosion didn’t fully kill him, potentially leading to an escape. And that’s all without considering whether or not Japan will even have the option to use said weapons before AFO’s done today… 11) “Wow man, easy there. Those people are monsters, but they are still human, and that’s the scary part. That thing about dehumanizing those that are against you making you unable to see you can become just like them was not taught at your school, right?”- True, but on the other hand, given that they’ve got psychos like Muscular and Moonfish locked up here (who seem both hedonistically compelled to commit acts of brutal violence on another every waking day out of boredom) and criminals implicitly worse than them, you can see how a guy whose inhuman, because the alternative is admitting that there’s an innate violence within everyone that’s just looking for an avenue to show itself @thelreads

[the-firebird69]

A son stayed in a hotel in Japan the room size was this. He said he didn't mind it he had a couple trouble with a couple things the bed was too small and it didn't have a window this one does and it's nice you need to have a window and it had some amenities but really in here you could put a hot plate and a refrigerator and ATV air conditioning you can see that it does have those things in it. Window this is how we wanna build them and we'll use camper furniture so there's room and they're less expensive and they do have a ton of TV's and they have those type of VAV box for air conditioning and the windows here looks like they're fixed I would like operable windows and you just let them open in a little but this is ideal for a lot of people who travel you don't need a big room as a matter of fact the small room is more comfortable for people now big rooms sometimes they don't l.... now big rooms sometimes they don't like and our son was in big rooms in China and hated it and he'd rather have a small room. Makes you feel secure In some cities in some cases this would be an apartment and people don't like to think about it but if you have to live somewhere and don't have money it is a life saving measure. We wanna make these modular in other words there'd be several different apartment sizes in the same complex and you could get a two bedroom or a one bedroom and there would be probably a size limit but really we would make it different sizes and probably the top floor would be like two or three bedroom with a full kitchen and things like that but those will be modular too and with smaller furniture and you could move up as you increase in rank and it's a nice thing to do. But but these would go together in a day it will the foundation and site work in a week and with a pouring in a day all these would be installed and hotel and then you can close it all in in two weeks you have an apartment complex and he suggested we start building them so we designed a couple based on the furniture and things we got out of a whole bunch of new campers that are the same make and we said we have to modify the furniture but in the future we won't have to but we have to set up anyways so we set up a factory to modify the furniture and we need personnel this is part of the camper program and Hera and Zues ohh gothis is all my name that was mes this is all are part of the lead. Put their names on it and she said to contact her and have her help out with each step and we know what you mean the steps are when we started or when we're getting the factories put together or designing the factories and we're starting the other way around we're going to go ahead and do this now.

Frank Castle hard castle

Well they're arguing and making fun of people and it's not going to be great later but good there's a lot of little bugs flying around in these kind of few probably most of them so it shouldn't be that bad but they really need to get on the stuff there not so we're gonna try and help out there. These ideas are great I have seen this before yeah because he came up with it but other people came up with the idea. And you can expand apartments and expand hotels and that's kind of the idea and if they shrink in business and it's like that for awhile you move a bunch of it away instead of closing the facility. Is a wonderful idea and it's a wonderful time for it to happen so we're moving out and we're gonna get it done.

Thor Freya

This is one of the best ideas I've ever heard the Micro Hotel idea the Micro apartment in the modular it is intense it'll fit a ton of people we needed now and it is great to have larger ones it is wonderful. I'm wondering how you gonna feel the facility and say what do you mean feel it or develop power generation and yes and you could put solar on the roof and a lot of people like that it saves a lot of money and it does there's a lot of solar programs in which you do it and we should start the energy program and it will be for factories for cities for housing automobiles and it's important he says because we need to attach to it immediately emergency method of building a rapidly factors if we're going to run out of oil we do know when that will be approximately and we are going to start doing it now. And he thinks we lot for the input. And he says he's getting kinda beat up and he needs me to send troops in Chinese Vietnamese these guys need to get here is hardly any of them and it's true too they gotta see what's going on. We're gonna start doing that and I appreciate the help he says no I appreciate the help LOL

Zig Zag

He says he's swamped inundated can't think too straight sometimes but he's doing OK now but it's health there's too many of these bugs too many these people are jerks and doesn't have funding but we are going to work on that they said that they did not reimburse Washington but they actually did and it's not on his ledger is not true either people found it and so they're full of crap and just doesn't happen for awhile and he submitted it and they cut him a check and it was the first Continental Congress and they had pride about themselves back then.

Apollo and Goddess Wife

Olympus

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Hera

[orcashiki]

Day 0

I don't like airports. I don't like traveling. And yet, I find myself, once again, in the airport to go to another country.

I'm always really stressed about the trip until I'm past security and the plane is in the air. Then it's a magical void unbothered by time and space where I dive into the world of games, or in this case, draw a million things and then some.

Despite being a mostly empty flight, somehow I scored a window seat with another passenger next to me. He asked to be moved to the row in front so we could each have a whole row to ourselves, though.

I took Japan Airlines for the first time, and their food is okay. Apparently you can get miso soup as well, but I declined each time in anxiety. I'd like to try it when I fly back. I've always wondered if airplane food being bland in general is due to the altitude. Something about higher altitude requiring more salt? Don't quote me on that, though. It's pure conjecture on my part.

I've decided I prefer window seats now. I used to grab middle seats because I didn't really need to leave my seat, and I wanted to avoid getting up to let people out. Then a couple flights ago, two people of larger stature sandwiched me into half of my seat. Thankfully it was a domestic flight, so it was only 6 hours, but ever since I've tried to get window seats instead. If the person next to me decides to spread and take my space again, there's a bit more space at the window. The view is also very pretty.

At baggage claim, the security dog beelined to my backpack. They asked me if I had any fruit or meat products, and I told them there was only a breakfast blueberry muffin from the airport... When I took off my mask later at the hotel, I got hit by a wall of blueberry. The blueberry muffin must have had some really strong stuff, since my backpack still smells like it.

On the plane I was using English, but I told myself to talk to people in Japanese starting from customs. The customs people all spoke very clearly, as did the airport train clerk. I managed to get to my station without too much trouble, although as always I was very scared that I might've gotten on the wrong train.

When I reached the hotel, the doors were closed. I called front desk over the intercom, and a man picked up and said... something.

My mind blanked.

I defaulted to English, "Hi, I have a reservation..."

There was a pause, before the man said, "check in?" in a heavy Japanese accent.

And I was in. He went to find an employee who spoke English, and that person was very polite while walking me through everything. He also answered all of my strange foreigner questions as I looked around the apartment with wide eyes. The appliances still look a bit like black magic to me, but I'm sure I'll get familiar with them eventually.

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (58)

Series Master list

Satoru rolls over and props his head up with his palm. He traces an infinity symbol into Kagome's cheek. His fiancé. If he had a choice, which he likes to think that he does, she'll soon be his wife. They just need to get on a plane tomorrow and plan a quick destination wedding. He smiles softly, despite the anxiety thrumming through his veins.

Halloween.

His least favorite holiday. One in which every curse and curse user likes to mingle with all the unsuspecting civilians gathered together. And this year, the death of two students weighs heavily on his chest. They weren't even his responsibility, but he feels like something should have been done. As a whole, the jujutsu world is cold. It does not help that Gakuganji once again tried pinning everything on Yuji.

Have some curses become bolder? Sure. But the sutras they had wrapped around Sukuna's fingers were - are fading. That is not on Yuji.

It's just a fucked-up situation.

Satoru huffs.

"That better be a sigh of bliss," Kagome mumbles, nuzzling closer to his hand. "Pre-marital bliss." She laughs to herself.

He doesn't have the heart to tell her that her joke is not funny, though his heart jumps at the thought of them being practically married. Even Sesshomaru acknowledges that they are mates. For whatever reason, Sesshomaru's acknowledgment actually means something to him. Maybe it is because he can tell that Sesshomaru is strong. He has to be if they consider him the lord of demons.

Man, what he would give just to fight Sesshomaru just once to see how he stacks up against an ancient demon. He wonders just how old Sesshomaru is. Sometimes Shippo says some things that remind him that despite their youthful appearance, these demons are really freaking old.

"You're cute." He pinches her cheek. "Almost as cute as me."

"Oh, whatever." Kagome rolls over to her side. Satoru dips his head and kisses her neck; his hands caress her growing bump. "Tickles."

Kagome brushes his hands away, but he puts his hands right back where they belong. He does not think he will ever tire of touching her. Even if it is just a hand on her back, he just needs it as much as he needs air to breathe. Kagome is in his veins and he would not have any other way.

"I'll probably be late tonight. Halloween - all holidays really are pain." These days, he gets home late every day, but tomorrow they will be on a first-class ticket to somewhere far, far away from Japan. Probably the wrong time to be taking a vacation with all the shit going on, but if there's anything he's learned over the years is that there is always a problem that needs solving. Though this year he can delegate and not have to worry too much about the troubles his students might get into. That Shippo is turning out to be a pretty handy fox to keep around.

"That reminds me!" Kagome shimmies out of his hold and pulls out a necklace from the nightstand. "I got you something." She holds up the necklace. Now he can see that it is a locket.

Wait. He squints at it.

"Is this enchanted? It has your same glow." He sits up and takes it from her. It's gold and in the shape of a heart. Their names are etched onto both sides.

When did she buy this? He doesn't pay too much attention to the amount of money she spends, but surely, he would have noticed a jewelry purchase. Satoru runs his hands along the locket. This had to go for a hefty price. The craftsmanship is practically jumping off of the locket.

"Yep! It's made from my hair since I couldn't exactly donate one of my teeth to make it."

"I'm sorry what? His mouth drops open in shock and he can't do anything but stare at her.

Kagome beams at him, practically preening at her confession. She made this with her hair?

"Back up a second. What do you mean you made it from your hair? And teeth?"

The heck is she talking about? He wills the locket to share its secrets with him because there is absolutely no way that she had a locket made with her hair. Unless she put her hair inside of it? He pops it open, but the only thing inside is a picture of them on one side and a picture of their baby on the other.

He smiles despite himself seeing the life that they created. Satoru never imagined that he would be a father or even in a relationship, for that matter, but Kagome makes it hard to not love her.

"I didn't make it from my teeth, silly. I can't regrow my teeth like Sesshomaru and the others. So, I used my hair."

Gojo shuts his mouth and squints.

That explains the haircut.

"I wanted to give you a little more protection. And I know you're the strongest, but it would make me feel better knowing that you have some extra protection, just in case."

His heart skips a beat and then speeds up to regain its natural rhythm. She got him a gift that can help protect him? He clutches the locket. "Did you ask Sesshomaru to make it?"

"Oh, no." She laughs. "Sesshomaru is great at a lot of things, but sword making and such is so not his thing. I asked him if Totosai was around, so he took me to see him. Sesshomaru got a sword made, too, but he said it was not for him." Kagome leans in and whispers, "I think he's got a crush or something. He gave Totosai a tooth to have a special sword made."

Sesshomaru with a crush? Satoru grits his teeth to stop the laughter from bubbling over. Kagome looks so happy and earnest at this latest find, so he just let's her continue to gossip about who this mystery woman could be.

"She must be the complete opposite of him. I could not imagine him going for someone that says so few words. Nah, someone would have to be the talkative one of the pair."

"Maybe it is a gift for the baby?" He puts the locket on and gives a one shoulder shrug at her stupefied expression. "What? Shippo said that Sesshomaru was going to give the kiddo a dragon egg. Which dragons don't exist, right? Shippo was just fucking with me?"

"There are dragons. Though I'm surprised that Sesshomaru has an egg. Maybe Ah Un laid one?" She taps her finger to her lips. "I don't know that much about them. Maybe two headed dragons are just different."

... Two headed? Now his head hurts. How is he supposed to explain a dragon? He's still dodging questions about what kind of power Kagome has.

"But why would he give the baby a dragon egg? Where the heck would we even hide one of those? They are massive. And last I checked, they cannot shrink like Buyo Jr." Kagome continues to rant, all the while Satoru feels more dread building up in his gut.

Seriously, how is he supposed to hide a freaking dragon?

"And then Megumi-kun will take it and then we would have to figure out how to keep other people from worrying about why he has a dragon."

Megumi? Satoru coughs. Someone is still a little peeved that Buyo Jr. chose Megumi over them.

"We might look into rebuilding the clan house. There would be enough room for a dragon there." He hopes. The only thing he has to go off on is the dragons that he has seen in the media. "If you don't mind taking over that project."

"You want me to rebuild your clan house?"

"You'll be a Gojo soon. Not that I don't like we're we live, but if we are getting a freaking dragon or whatever creature your friends want to give to us, then we should probably look into a more secluded home."

While they are at it, maybe he will ask her to bless the area. Something about living in a spot where his clan members were brutally murdered seems like prime real estate for curse activity.

Kagome scrunches up her nose. He may not be a mind reader, but he can tell what kind of thoughts are running rampant in her mind. She has gotten more comfortable using his money- their money - but there are still times where she hesitates.

"It just seems really expensive, and you paid a lot of money for this house."

"Yeah, don't worry about a budget. I'll get you connected with a builder and you can go from there. The only thing I request is a similar bathroom set up." Finding a bathtub that can accommodate him can be difficult. Satoru leans over and kisses her cheek. She worries too much about such trivial things such as money. He has way more money than he could ever spend with being a special grade sorcerer and then having access to the Gojo clan's resources.

Money is the least of their worries.

"Well... okay," she says, though he can tell that she is still a little unsure.

"It would mean so much to me knowing that you are building the home for our children and their children."

"Aren't you going to be late for work?" Kagome huffs. The blush spreads across her face and dips down to her cleavage. It's crazy to him how flustered she gets.

"You're so cute." This time, he kisses her lips before sliding out of bed. He really, really, does not want to go into work today. He would rather get on the plane to their destination. Which he still does not know where they are going. Kagome said it was a surprise. He would follow to the south pole if she chose. Just as long as he is with her, he does not care where they are.

Satoru grabs his phone from his nightstand and pinches the bridge of his nose. A Shibuya kind of day, huh? He yawns and sets the phone back down. "Any plans for today?" he asks on his way to the bathroom. Go for causal, he tells himself. Up to him, he would have her stay in the house, but he knows if he tells her not to do something, the more likely she is to do that something.

Kagome is stubborn. She's lucky she is so cute.

"Sesshomaru mentioned going out because it is the one day that they do not have to wear their glamor out in public. I think they like to believe that they are getting over on the unsuspecting humans."

Satoru splashes water on his face. Makes sense. But he does not like it. "Cool, so you two are just gonna go sightseeing then?" He grabs his toothbrush and brushes his teeth.

"Yep! I'll even get to have my bow and no one will bat an eye," she replies, with so much joy in her voice that he keeps his concerns to himself. Sesshomaru would not let anything happen to Kagome, that much he knows.

"You gon wear a priestess outfit without me?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled from the toothbrush in his mouth.

Kagome sticks his head into the bathroom. "Is that code for role play? Big, bad, sorcerer, corrupts the pure priestess."

Satoru barks out a laugh. There is nothing pure about the things she does, but because he values his life, he keeps that opinion to himself as well. Rinsing his mouth, he reaches for a towel to wipe his face.

"Keep it up and I'll call in sick."

"You never get sick, remember?" Kagome laughs and side steps his attempt to grab her.

Tease.

It was not as though he was gonna bend her over the bathroom counter or anything, because he totally was - he still could...

His phone rings, forcing his thoughts to float away into the shoulda coulda box in his mind. "Seriously," he mumbles, hitting the light switch on his way out. Satoru hits the end button and shoots off a text to Ijichi instead.

One would think that Ijichi would know by now that he cannot be rushed. He'll start his day when he feels like it.

"Be nice to Ijichi," Kagome yells from downstairs and he's tempted to teleport to where Ijichi is just to bully him.

"I'm always nice." He trots down the stairs and heads towards the kitchen. "Coffee," he says, staring longingly at the coffee pot. "Join me in the bath after?"

Kagome snorts. "The faster you go in, the faster you'll get off, and the faster we'll be on the plane."

She's got him there.

"But we could meet up for lunch and you can see my outfit."

He pauses. Any other day he would agree without question, but today when something always wants to pop off? Ugh. "Maybe...my schedule is pretty packed today. I don't know if I'll have much of a lunch break today."

Kagome frowns and places her hands on her hip. "You don't want to get lunch with me?"

"I didn't say that." He jumps at the coffee pot dinging and grabs two mugs for them. "I'm just saying that we should play it by ear."

His phone rings again.

Can he just enjoy his morning?

"What?" he answers, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder while he prepares his and Kagome's coffees. He puts just a hint of sugar in Kagome's mug. Just because he likes a lot of sugar in his coffee, doesn't mean his baby should be getting a lot.

"We really need to get to Shibuya," Ijichi says, his voice just barely wavering. "I'm outside your house."

Satoru rolls his eyes. As if he didn't know Ijichi was outside his house.

"Like now? I've got at least another hour before work." Satoru winks at Kagome, ignoring the pang in his chest.

"Someone stole the bodies of Miwa and Mechamaru and strung them up outside the station."

"Sounds like someone is getting into the spirit of Halloween," he quips and exchanges his mug for a travel one instead. "I haven't even taken a bath yet."

"You take your baths at night," Kagome says.

"Gome-chan!" he admonishes, though he's sure Ijichi couldn't hear her. "Anyway, I'll be out. Give me a moment." He ends the call. Why didn't Ijichi open with that the first time? That is some shit you need to tell someone instead of pussyfooting around and saying we need to go to Shibuya today.

"Everything okay?"

"Hmm, yeah. Everything is fine. I just gotta go in early." He takes a big gulp of his coffee and grimaces from the scalding liquid. "Send me a picture of your outfit." He heads out of the kitchen without waiting for her answer.

Whoever stole those bodies must work for jujutsu high. Or they've been there before. Old students?

Satoru changes out of his pajamas and slides on his uniform. Tying his blindfold on as he walks, he takes two steps at a time.

Kagome greets him at the end of the staircase with his coffee and bento box. She must have prepared one for him last night.

"Here, just in case you can't make time for lunch," she says.

"You're too sweet to me," he admits, more so to himself. Most sorcerers live lonely lives and the ones that do have spouses tend to spur them, so to come home every day to a home filled with warmth feels like he hit the jackpot.

"Hey Gome-chan?"

Kagome tilts her head. Her hand hovers over the door.

"Do me a favor and stay out of Shibuya today." He presses a kiss to lips, silencing the protests he knows she was about to unleash on him. "I'll call you if I can make it for lunch."

Kagome pouts and opens the door for him. Ijichi stands upright by the car, engrossed in whatever conversation he is having on the phone.

"Promise me," he says, not helping himself.

"Yeah, yeah." Kagome waves him off. "Stay safe."

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest." The words roll off his tongue effortlessly.

Why should he worry? No one can touch him after all, and as long as Kagome stays far away from trouble, then everything will be just fine.

[bbiemochi]

HII so can i maybe request rei sakuma and a reader who’s like mafuyu asahina from project sekai? i mean like a reader who like acts hapoy n stuff but mentally they don’t feel that way :3 sososososo sorry if it seems like this doesn’t make sense 😞

𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 | rei sakuma x reader

[an]: I’M SO SORRY IF THIS TOOK LONG ToT literally goddamn, is my inbox filled with unfinished requests and i’m literally going to sob. anyways, yes, mafuyu our depressed emo child, i miss playing pjsekai tbh i quit a long time ago because i was lacking storage 🥹🥹 nonetheless, tysm for requesting! hope u like it <33

summary: rei knew how pressuring of being the gifted child really is. and he knew that ever since he spent more time with you.

pairing: rei sakuma x pressured gifted kid!fem!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end

***

IF THERE WERE A FEW things rei knew so well about his girlfriend, is that she was the most prettiest and wisest person he knew so far in his life. most boyfriends would think so, in fact from rei’s point of view—he had never been more in love than before. however, for as far as he can remember, there are these small things he takes note from your personality.

always at the top of your class, you had never once received a failing grade in either of your subjects, with repeatedly getting a 100 score on your tests and performance tasks, heck, you even got voted as the class representative. you were popular amongst not only the teachers, but with students as well because of your vast intelligence, and also with your looks. because of this, your parents decided to move you in one of the most prestigious private academies in all of japan, yumenosaki academy, where all dreams bloom. they had very high expectations for you, building your future by their own hands without your approval and pushing every bit of talent to learn down to your throat. you felt like a puppet being pulled by a string, two people laughing with the thought of their daughter being able to make their future possible covering their vision. this was ist from behind the curtain, before pulling it for others to see of how you looked alright, even if it was clear you were only pretending to be.

despite acting like an idiot with that persona of his that hid his true nature, rei was intelligent, and once an intelligent noticed the dots connecting, there was no turning back. how your eyes never shined like before after talking to someone who asked for advise, how your smile never matches the way your irises lit up when looking at somebody, and how you were always bombarded with other students to tutor them even if you were busy yourself. just with simple actions within the audience can be counted as a clue…since rei knew the feeling too well.

rei was only one of the few who had noticed.

“isn’t y/n-san so smart? she helped me almost score a perfect on my exams today!”

“gah, how i wish i were her! smart, pretty, always getting perfect scores, talk about lucky!”

maintaining a perfect image for yourself and your reputation in public. a perfect daughter anyone could ever ask for. even if that perfection couldn’t reach the emotional distress you’ve kept to yourself these past years that went on.

when rei first met you after you were switched in the producer course, everyone had liked you immediately. of course, this was because you were the ‘perfect’ producer anyone could ever ask for. even the first producer; anzu was asking from you from time to time for advise. everyone thinks: ‘oh that won’t be any trouble for y/n-san! she’s wise, anyways! she’ll know what to do!’ when rei would mention your name to ask if you could do extra work for his unit. it made him feel bad…wonders if you were actually doing just ok as they say you would be.

not long after, rei unexpectedly fell for you.

as quicker than the ice melts, it didn’t take long for you to notice his odd signals for romance and affection. even without the hints from hakaze and the other third years, it was quite obvious to everyone’s gazes that rei was indeed infatuated with you. you were used to people having crushes on you due to your reputation, you weren’t even sure how many confessions was given to you in a span of months—yet, you know how to handle this situation smoothly.

or not…

sir kunigi requested for you to take one last look at the training room for 2wink to see if the missing files were piled up in that room, however, according to hinata the files were nowhere to be seen, and it was dead end. the older aoi twin was in a small rush in order to catch up with his younger twin brother who was currently in a bad mood, probably about the canceled live announcement from the student council members.

because of it, it seems as you had no choice but to redo the piles of task printed out once again. kunigi was stern to tell you that those documents were important for the idols, and that losing them would become a big deal (in which it did). this was the first time you ever lost something important, your image of maintaining perfection became a slump of dough at that moment when kunigi insisted to let anzu take care of the problem instead. it made you feel disappointed at yourself, so you kept telling your teacher you didn’t want to add anzu more work on her table, that you could do it again and that it was alright.

“alright,” he sighs, “just make sure this time you won’t lose it. this is the first time i ever seen you lose your focus. apologies if the producer work is pressuring you, but you should be careful next time.”

“i-it’s fine, sir..! i’m getting used to it after all, only me and anzu-chan are the only available producers here at this course. i really am sorry for losing it…” you sent him your signature smile, eyes beaming on him as you hugged an empty folder right in your chest. kunigi smiles back, before watching you walk out of his office.

thank god all of that was over…

as you slowly opened your eyes, the light that once appeared from your irises dissolved into an abyss of emptiness, the smile that once lined up over your mouth was drawn into a thin line, expressing a nonchalant look. this was getting so tiring already, could they add more work to this mess? it was your parents who had suggested you to enroll in yumenosaki academy and choose the producer course for you, saying producer work for idols earn a whole lot of money and that it could help ‘support’ your family. as if they weren’t pressuring you enough. you didn’t dream to do this…in fact, you had no idea what your dream was.

not like it was your choice to decide at the first place.

the hallway was empty (thank god it was), you slowly walked back to the empty classroom you were currently staying at and doing your work there alone. the schedule in which you printed before (and went missing) was still saved in your laptop, and all was needed was to be inked out of the printer. you had to ask keito if he had more ink since this was all out, there were far too many files to document due to the low numbers of producers in your course. papers were lying messily beneath your desk, and your expression was still empty despite all this circulating problems being piled up over yourself. you were just used to it. not like this was getting any different from before.

‘i should ask over the student council if they have any spare ink for the printer…i need to get this task done before sunset…’ was what your thoughts said as your dark eyes looked over at the remaining documents displayed over your laptop screen. after this one you and anzu still had to plan for the upcoming idol festivals to be needed by tomorrow for new years. ahh…how tiring. however, this is how work should go. before you could head out the door in order to make your way towards the student council office, a familiar figure was already standing near the door frame, arms crossed and eyes gently closed when you turned around. this surprised you, of course.

“jesus christ, sakuma-san you scared me…” a pant escaped your lips in astonishment. fixing your posture, and once again giving him your signature smile, you spoke, “why are you still here? is there anything i can assist you with?” the politeness in your tone almost caught the undead leader off guard, however he keeps his stance. rei lets out a chuckle from this, “kuku, it is a specialty of mine as a vampire to scare humans. as such, little darling, is this what you’re looking for?” the male in front of you suddenly pulls out a paper from underneath his arm, showing it in front of your sight. it was the document that you and sir kunigi were looking for. a wide smile spreads across your face, hope signaling over your expression (for once).

thank god he found it.

“sakuma-san thank you so much! you’re a lifesaver…!” in a hurry did you ran towards his side, grabbing the paper from his hands and looking over at the printed file, making sure it was the original document you had printed an hour ago. it really was, and a wave of relief hits you. looking back at rei, you giggled happily, “thank you so much, b-but where did you find it?? i swore i checked every unit room…”

“it turns out yuta-kun had it the whole time. after the kids argued about something i wouldn’t dare to explain, yuta thought that the file he took was for the new rescheduling of 2wink’s live concert stadium. at first he planned to head over to the student council and ask tenshounin about why their live was canceled, but when he looked back at the file, turns out it was for another unit,” rei explains, smiling back at you. “he came to me looking for you, since the young lady was busy with trickstar at reimei academy at the moment, making arrangements with eden, he wanted the document handed over to you, little darling.”

“ah, how thoughtful of him. phew, at least i won’t be redoing the papers again…” you carefully placed the paper underneath a nearby folder along with the others, cleaning up your desk before turning back to rei. “thank you once again for bringing this over to me, it’s a real help, honest.” there was silence after that last reply, the atmosphere around the air grew awkward when rei didn’t reply for that whole minute. though you were really thankful he handed you over the missing documents, this kind of sheepish aura is making your legs all wobbly.

“w-well—

“this is the first time i have seen you smile for real, little darling.”

your head immediately perked up in astonishment. this is the first time he saw you smile for real? what in the world did he mean by that? has he seen through your hidden expressions among the idols? among the other teachers? friends? classmates? no, there was no way he could actually figure that out soon. you grew how to hide your feelings buried within you after all, you’re already a pro at this. smiling again with a faint laugh, you hugged the file tighter over your chest, “sakuma-san what do you mean by that? you really are an odd one,” ‘ok, this would probably set aside of whatever he’s thinking…this is my chance.’

you hurriedly walked aside your senior and prepared to head out towards the teacher’s office, when another of one of his sentences stopped you midway. “aren’t you feeling pressured?”

“…” that question made your eyes go dark. you looked at him again, this time without your signature smile, but a nonchalant look on your face. rei too looked back at you, however his expression seemed to be new to you, you’ve never seen him this serious before. “don’t you think you’re going overboard by doing what everyone expects you to do? don’t you have dreams yourself?”

“what would you know?”

your cold tone struck to him, yet he stands still. bingo, he got you where he wanted to. you’re quick to show your emotions when revealed. the once eyes that filled with hope and adorable sparkles in the world’s view, now turned into an empty shade of nothing. emotionless e/c eyes meet with his ruby pupils. “you’re just an idol. a weird chuuni vampire who knows nothing but sing and dance in front of the audience like a satisfaction tool. tell me, do you have dreams, sakuma?”

he grins, “of course i do. making my fans fill with smiles is my dream. i want the world to know that me and my unit can sing for them.” his answer was obvious, figures. you didn’t shift away from him for a moment, you continued to speak, honestly this time. “words of a true idol, i’ll give you that. but even so, what would you know of how i should maintain my image for everyone and my mother?”

“so you’re finally saying that you’re only doing this because your mother and everyone expects big of you?”

another wave of silence hit. you clenched your fists in annoyance. you had let your guard down…this was rei’s intention was it? he knew nothing, why would he? he’s just an idol and the leader of one of the most famous units in the academy—nothing more. why would he care? for a producer like you, he shouldn’t really be getting too close with you. that’s a rule. you shouldn’t let your blood boil because this guy is backing you up in a corner with no escape, he’s just an idol.

“y/n, you’re bring pressured by peers, carried by your parents’ expectations…being controlled of your own future…is this all ordinary for you?” no reply. your eyes were locked down on the school tiles, head empty as rei continuously spoke to you more. like shredding open a sealed cloth, rei knew the exact words to say. “little darling…”

“don’t come close..”

he ignores your plea, whilst walking even closer. you backed away, “i said don’t come closer, you know nothing of what…i’ve…” finger intertwining with yours, a soft to the touch emotion mixed with questionable feelings that whirled in the insides of your stomach, sort of like butterflies trying to make their escape from a sealed flower that’s ready to bloom. his eyes, dark blood eyes that dug holes into yours, you swore if you stared at them any longer your legs would begin to feel weak. “what…what are you…?” your voice couldn’t spit out a strong sentence unlike before, it came out as faint…and a little hoarse.

the space between you both closes…with your head being hugged between his arms, creating warmth in the atmosphere everywhere over your body. it radiates like a first summer burst, feelings of guilt, sadness and pressure drenched onto your skin. he had caught you…rei, had caught you. this type of affection…when was the last time you had felt it from a warm hug of a loving parent? it’s…incredible. such a great feeling.

it’s making you…a bit emotional. it pulls the rope even more when rei began stroking your hair, gently, soft hums and praises could be heard between the gusts of wind exiting out from the opened school windows. tears soon pricked beneath your eyelids, blurring your vision…as you slowly sobbed into rei’s chest. this was one of the things you promised to yourself; never breakdown in front of someone, or else you’d be burdening your feelings to them. it was better to keep them hidden no matter what. however, it seems like rei won this time when he manages to glove his way into your grey heart.

“shh…shh…it’s ok, little darling. you’re safe here…i’m here…”

“i-i’m so sorry…”

“it’s alright…”

“i didn’t mean to…”

“it’s ok, you’re ok…”

“don’t leave me…”

“hm?”

“don’t leave me all…alone…”

“hush…i won’t…i’m here…i love you..”

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a/n: I MEANT TO POST THIS ON CHRISTMAS BUT OH WELL. HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE ! <33 💗💗🎄

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What's baby fushiguro's origin?

gojo finds out the truth about scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible spoilers for wandavision, or the scarlet witch in general

bear in mind that this is a crossover. some information might overlap or even change because this is a work of fiction, you can say it is an alternate universe <3 (so pls be nice and dont attack me for it)

gojo learned about your existence right before toji breathed his last, right when he already had taken custody of megumi after toji intended to sold his son to the zenin clan. by that time, megumi was mature and old enough. you, however, were still a baby.

if it's something that toji fushiguro had failed to do, it would be telling satoru gojo of your origin. the real story behind you; your real power and bloodline. you could say that he left gojo an enigma to solve on his own.

at first, gojo's initial thoughts were, 'oh god, another child for me to take in.'

he never really intended to get attached to you in the first place. it's not like you were actually his. you just needed a father-figure to raise and guide you, but the moment when you held his finger? all ever saw was innocence, warmth and love from you.

"alright, i'll look after you." a smile graced gojo's lips as he cradled you in his arms.

you suddenly squealed, eliciting a happy noise at him. "daddy!"

"what? no! i'm your uncle, i am not your dad!" although gojo specifically made that clear, it was obvious that his heart and mind said otherwise.

raising you was no trouble. just like how he did with megumi, gojo was able to get financial support for you too. you grew up to be a bubbly child who'd always stick to him. gojo eventually came to love you and finally let you acknowledge him as your father, not as an uncle. though he wondered if toji was cursing at him from six feet under, toji did say to look after you, but did it mean for him to stand up as your father now? gojo knows for a fact that toji loved you.

he learned that toji intended to sell you at first, but he didn't continue to do so. toji loved you so much that he wanted you to live a good life. toji didn't want to repeat the same mistakes. so, he did what was best for you.

days had passed since you exhibited your real power at jujutsu high. after a lot of arguments and convincing power against the higher ups, gojo was able to keep you out of their mess. however, they asked gojo to find out the truth behind you because they saw you now as a threat. if they can't have you or have you executed either, then it only means you were a danger to them.

so, that's what gojo did. his days worth of trips became weeks. gojo even traveled outside of japan, desperately trying to trace back your origin to find any information about your power and after some time, he eventually did find something. in a strange church-like place, outside of japan.

gojo met a strange old woman while he was searching for the origin of your powers. for some reason, she knew about you and how gojo was exactly looking for answers.

"how do you know [name]? who are you?" gojo cautiously asked the short, white haired woman that was holding a black cat in her arms. "are you her grandmother perhaps?"

"grandmother? i am not related to that child you have with you, young man." she stated calmly.

gojo swallowed thickly, watching as the woman summon a book from thin air. "what do you know about my daughter?"

"many things actually, your daughter exists in vast range of multiverses." with that, images of you flashed before gojo's field of vision.

he saw a version of grown-up version of you with red hair along with an android of sort; and then there was another wherein you were appeared to be a teenager, you were with a young man with silver hair who looked similar to you. gojo assumed you had a twin; other versions consisted of you wearing a strange crown and dress of dark red; you living in a world with people that didn't have powers.

gojo took note how all of these versions of you didn't seem to be of japanese descent, and how you were named as wanda maximoff instead of [name] fushiguro.

"she's unique from the rest of her versions." the woman explained to gojo, dissipating all the images of your versions throughout the universe with a single snap of her fingers. "it intrigues me to find out what path she will take in this one. will she ask me to mentor her again? will she create another reality? who knows? it's exciting and frightening at the same time."

"what your daughter possesses is not cursed energy young man, she is not like your kind."

"then, what is she? who is she?" gojo was dying from anticipation.

before gojo could find the answer he was looking for, he woke up with a sharp gasp from his bed. the white haired man stressfully ran his fingers through his scalp, his crystalline eyes frantically looking left and right. everything he saw was a dream? but, the atmosphere and the old woman's presence felt real to him. how did he find his way back in japan? gojo thought for sure he left.

"your daughter is the scarlet witch. a being not born, but forged from chaos."

a voice whispered in his ear the moment he directed his gaze at your sleeping figure that was curled up like a cat against his side.