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𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings : super long word count almost 8k, mildly suggestive content, power dynamics, toxic, little ooc, as alway not really proofread because I work in corporate america.

notes : you guys ever played those samurai otomoe games? yeah this is that. this is most definitely not historically accurate lmao and i don't intend it to be. and this is a weird mixture of sengoku period mixed with jjk's whole magic/curse system type of fantasy au. also reader is given a last name just to make it easier!! demons = cursed spirits.

synopsis : satoru gojo is a samurai warlord, he has an abundance of women wrapped around his fingers but none interest him as much as a certain servant girl who cares for the Fushiguro's. her innocent nature and lack of interest in him drives satoru crazy. he wants nothing more than to make this servant girl fall for him like every other woman who was crossed his path. but eventually he realizes his feelings for her are different; it wasn't a game anymore. satoru had fallen in love with her.

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     Satoru Gojo a well respected and feared warlord, tales that he was the strongest samurai and curse user to ever live followed in his wake. But he was also known as a womanizer, anyone woman would dream to get his attention even if for a few moments. But to you, he was Lord Gojo your employer you couldn't even fathom ever receiving his a glance from him so you chose to not pay attention to those types of things.  You had been working as a servant—maid at the Gojo castle ever since you were nine years old; sold to pay off your family's debt despite you being an orphan from the countless battles that always raged on. But you didn't mind, the castle was nice the Gojo clan treated their staff well so you didn't mind living here after all this was really the only place you've ever known. You sat on the indoor patio overlooking the garden, humming softly to yourself embroidering a dress that you had been working on for a few months now. It was when you heard a commotion and out came from around the corner an older servant lady she looked angered, "I'm over that child !______! You take care of him. He has no manners unlike his sister!" She shouted storming towards you. You raised a brow, "Huh Miss Yoko...what are you talking about?" You asked eying her curiously. "Fushiguro—Megumi. He's ill-behaved I refuse to take care of him anymore plus he seems to like you more. I'm going to talk to Lady Ieiri, go see if you can handle him." She ordered as she stomped away. You sighed standing to your feet, leaving your dress folded away in the corner.

     You walked down the bustling hallways of the castle towards the young lord's room. "Lord Fushiguro." You called out knocking on the paper door. "What?! Leave me alone." The young boy grumbled. You rolled your eyes, "I'm not here to lecture you just to just to talk." You said. The door slammed open revealing the short raven hair child, his brows were furrowed and he was pouting. You smiled softly leaning down to meet his eye level, resting your hands on your knees. "Fushiguro. What did you do to make Miss Yoko mad?" You asked. He clicked his tongue in annoyance crossing his arms avoiding your gaze. Reaching out to poked his cheek, "Aw come on don't treat me that way. Tell me." You asked once again this time poking his side. Finally Megumi cracked a smile swatting your hand away. "Old hag—" he began. "Fushiguro!" You gasped playfully slapping his hand for his bad language. He continued not paying much attention to your dramatic gasp, "...was getting on my nerves. She was ranting about how I don't deserve to be in the Gojo clan because apparently I'm a bad kid. I need to be more like Tsumiki. Well I told her to fu—" you cut him off by cupping a hand over his mouth wagging a finger in his face. "Fushi! No! Bad!" You scolded. God this child had a mouth on him. Where did he learn it from? You thought standing to your feet. You crossed your arms tapping your foot against the wooden floor, "You really can't talk like that. It does look bad for the clan." You reminded him. "Well that freak Gojo talks casually and he sleeps with everyone woman he looks at!" Megumi retorted. Sighing you ruffled his hair, "Stop it. It's almost time for dinner and I have to go help with the kitchen duties. Go find your sister and stop talking like that." You said placing a hand on his back giving him a light shove to send him on his way to find his sister.

     You watched as his little body ran off down the halls before you made your way towards the kitchen. For some reason you had been assigned to help care for the Fushiguro children that had been adopted into the Gojo clan but Megumi had taken a specific liking to you which in turn made you one of the few people who he would listen to—tolerate.

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     Dinner went by without any problems and now you were walking back towards your shared room. The sun had long set by now another day full of chores was complete all you wanted to do was sleep before it was time to repeat the cycle again tomorrow. The halls were quiet most had already retired to their rooms for the nights. Yawning you rubbed your eyes lazily dragging your feet against the floor. "Hey." A voice called out causing you to stop. You fanned your hand in front of your face as you finished your yawning, tears pricked the corner of your eyes as your vision focused on the man standing in front of you. "Yes?" You asked. "This yours?" The man asked handing you a bundle of cloth. Your eyes widened as you quickly took it from him, it was your dress you had been seeing earlier. You looked up too see non other than Satoru Gojo, quickly you bowed your head. "I'm so sorry milord for leaving my garbage out. Please forgive me." You said. Gojo stood there for a few moments before laughing, "It's obviously not garbage. I was walking with Megumi and had found it, think it fell in the garden. He said it was probably yours." He explained. You slowly looked up at him, "You know who I am?" You asked.

The white haired lord nodded, "Duh. Megumi talks about you a lot. Think you remind him of his mom or something." Gojo said nonchalantly. You were shocked that Megumi talked so highly of you especially to the head of the clan. It was even more surprising Gojo was even speaking to you, this was the first time he had ever even exchanged words with you—despite all your years working here. "O-oh I see. I suppose that's a good thing?" You shrugged a shoulder looking at him confused. Gojo looked at your for few more moments as you squirmed awkwardly under his intense gaze. "W...well I should be going now. Have a good night milord." You bowed dismissing yourself before scurrying away. Gojo watched as you ran off, he groaned rubbing the back of his head, "Fucked that up didn't I?" He muttered to himself.

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You had soon forgotten your encounter with Satoru Gojo as other things preoccupied your mind. The next time you encountered the man was a couple weeks later when you were cleaning the hallways where his chambers resided. You scrubbed on your knees, the brush sliding back and forth along the wooden floor. Your kimono sleeves were rolled up and your dress was pulled up higher than usual as to not get it wet. "I prefer my women to be more modest." A voice said from behind you. You jumped in surprise sending the brush flying across the hallway, groaning in frustration you sat up looking to see had spoken to you. "Why does it matter what you prefer?" You began voice clearly laced with annoyance and frustration. It was non other than Lord Gojo hovering above you a lazy smirk plastered on his pale face. As usual his kimono was half opened exposing his muscular chest, his hand limply slipped inside the fabric. "It matters because I'm the Lord of this castle." He replied back his voice was playful. You weren't in the mood to play games as you had been painstakingly hand washing the floors of this offensively large castle. "I'm sorry I'm not up your standards Lord Gojo. I'm cleaning the last thing I was worried about was my modesty." You apologized half heartedly waiting for him to hurry up and go to his room at the end of the hall.

Gojo leaned against the wall watching you intensely, "How come I've never noticed how cute you were before ______— can I call you that? I like it more than Hachisu." He asked seemingly to ignore your previous comment. You were taken aback by his casualness on calling you by your first name, "I suppose you can call me whatever you'd like my lord. As for your previous question...probably because I'm a servant." You said looking at him with a blank expression. "That's a shame. I guess I should of paid more attention to the servants if you were amongst them. Care to join me in my room for a cup of sake?" He asked. You hummed in reply, "Mmm...I'd rather not. I'm awfully busy today. Thank you for the generous offer though." You tried to politely decline his request as you were not in the mood for meaningless chit chat. Gojo sighed shrugging his shoulders a look of defeat on his face, "You're missing out but the offer is always there ______ my room is always open to you~" he said before walking into his room shutting the doors behind him. Shaking your head you went back to work rewashing the spots he had just walked on.

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You sat on the tatami floor with Megumi sitting in between your legs as your brushed his wet hair. He had just taken a bath and you made it your goal to tame his wild hair. You sang softly under your breath as you ran the comb though his hair. "Master Gojo always keeps bugging me with questions about you all of sudden." Megumi said. You stopped singing and brushing his hair, "Why's that?" You asked curiously. The boy shrugged, "Dunno. You've been taking care of me for the past two years don't know why he's suddenly interested in you. Did you do something?" He asked. You raised a brow shaking your head, "No don't think so. Didn't think he'd care about a servant girl enough to ask questions." You replied. It was strange but you figured you were his newest interest and soon he'd be bored of you moving onto to the next girl. You patted Megumi's shoulder, "Up. Go lay down so I can tuck you in. You've got a big day tomorrow after all, you'll be training with Lord Geto." You smiled moving on from the topic. Megumi mumbled under his breath slowly crawling towards his futon. He slipped under the covers and reached for a book beside him, "Can you help me read this tonight ______?" He asked waving the book in your face. You took it from him as you began to flip through the pages a frown slowly replacing your warm smile. "I..I'm sorry Megumi. I can't read this it's too advanced for me. I'll ask Miss Ieiri if she knows someone who can read this." You said embarrassedly. Megumi took the book from you laying it beside him, "It's fine ______. I'll just go to bed." He said disappointedly rolling to face the other way. You sighed tucking him in, "Sleep well young lord." You said softly before standing up to blow out the candles and leaving his room. Before you slid the door shut Megumi called out to you quietly, "You're more than a servant to me ______. Don't let that weirdo make you feel otherwise." He mumbled. "Thank you Megumi." You smiled sliding the door shut.

You walked down the hall as tears threatened to spill, that was the kindest words that had ever been said to you before from a noble and it came from a child. The tears slowly ran down your cheeks as you wiped your eyes with the fabric of your sleeve. "Why are you crying?" Gojo's voice asked, "Megumi say something rude?" He asked snapping you out of your self pity party. You looked up at the man blinking away the tears, "No. I'm not crying just got something in my eye." You quickly said. Gojo clicked his tongue in annoyance, "You're bad a lying." He smirked. "It's really none of your concern Lord Gojo." You snapped trying to walk past him but he grabbed your wrists pinning you against the bamboo wall. He hovered above you with your hands pinned above your head, his face close to yours. "I order you to talk to me ______. Don't disobey your master now." His voice was low. His crystal blue eyes peered into your own eyes. You stared at him shock, your heart was beating loudly and quickly. "Go ahead speak." He smirked. Suddenly rage gripped you and you squirmed out of his strong grip pushing him with all your might, "Fine if you really want to know my lord! I'm an idiot I can't read above a young child's level. Not that that would be something that ever cross your noble mind." You shouted. Candles flickered on from the rooms that lined the hallways but you could care less. Gojo looked at you his eyes widened in shock, he stepped towards you. But you reached out slapping him across the face before storming off; right now you didn't care about the consequences of your actions. You could care less that you slapped the most feared lord in all of the Japan across the face.

"You want me to get her Satoru?" Suguru Geto stepped out his room. "Huh why are you grinning like an idiot?" Out came Shoko Ieiri yawning. Gojo stood there with a grin on his face he shook his head, "No leave her be." He waved his hand dismissively at the two before walking off. The raven haired man exchanged a look of confusion with the brunette beside him. "He turned off his infinity almost like he wanted to be slapped. What a freak." Shoko smirked before shrugging it off heading back into her room. Geto soon following after her, returning back to his room. Sometimes Satoru was impossible to read.

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When morning came the whole castle knew about you slapping Gojo across the face. The women you shared with a room with scolded you all morning long about just how awful you were. So as an unofficial punishment for daring to lay a hand on the beautiful warlord who had so graciously turned off his infinity for you, you were put to work outside. You breathed heavily as you carried large bags of rice from a supply cart all the way into the kitchen. This work was typically left to the men so you were completely unfit for the job. As you began to stumble losing your balance you felt the weight lifted off, you collapsed to the ground catching your breath. "Jealous old maids sending you to do men's work they should be ashamed of themselves." A familiar voice said clicking his tongue. You looked up seeing white hair glistening under the sunlight, the bags of rice you were carrying were slung over his shoulder, you hung your head low sighing. "It's my punishment for laying a hand on you. I won't apologize so just deal with me as you see fit Lord Gojo." You mumbled as you looked at the grass. Gojo laughed, "I don't expect you to apologize I've come here to tell you something. Stand up." He said. Slowly you stood to your feet still avoiding eye contact with him.

Gojo raised a brow, he wasn't used to seeing you mope around. "I've decided I'll give you reading and writing lessons. Every night after your dinner come see me in my room." He said. You looked up at him, he smiled warmly at you it seemed so genuine like he wasn't mocking or taking pity on you. "Are you serious?" You asked is disbelief. He nodded, "One hundred percent serious ______. Also take the rest of the day off, I'll handle the rest of your workload." Gojo said. You just stared at him you were certainly expecting him to kick you out of the castle onto the streets yet here he was offering you lessons. "Well go on." He smirked shooing you way. Without another word you bowed your head before scrambling off.

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You could hardly stomach your dinner, the other servants were now completely avoiding you gossiping. "How dare she let Lord Gojo do her chores?" One whispered rather loudly while glaring at you. "She's not even that cute yet Lord Gojo let her get away with slapping him and now she's invited to his quarters?" Another one said. You prayed dinner would be over soon so you could escape from their harsh words.

As soon as dinner was done you quickly cleaned up your mess before rushing up the stairs to the top floor where Lord Gojo's room was. You paced impatiently up and down the hall biting your fingernails. "Oh you're early. Someone's a little eager." Gojo's voice echoed through the quiet halls that same devilish smirk playing on his lips. You nodded, "I couldn't get away fast enough. Thanks to you taking over my chores today the other women won't stop talking badly about me. I wouldn't be surprised if they threw out my things out when I return for bed." You snapped. Gojo slowly nodded, "Ah I see. Fine I'll make arrangements. You can sleep in one of the guest rooms on this floor." He said before walking past you into his room motioning for you to follow. "Sit ______." He ordered pointing at a cushion on the floor in front of his desk. You nodded getting to your knees your hands folded in your lap nervously. You watched as Gojo rummaged through a bookshelf but he pulled a thin book. He sat down beside you sliding the book at you, "Open it and read as much as you can. Just so I can gauge where you're at." He said.

Your hands were shaking as you slowly opened the book, your eyes scanning over the characters on the page. Gulping you looked at him he nodded in encouragement. Your index finger slowly began to trace along the word as you tried sounding out the syllables, "As..I..tu..turn my gaze...up...up.." you came to a bump you looked at Gojo for help. "Just keep going skip what you don't know." He encouraged. You nodded, "As I turn my gaze up...and see the...moon...i am...of the...of the...woman...i...see.." you concluded looking at him with a defeated expression. Gojo only smiled warmly at you, "Not bad for your first time reading poetry. Here let me help you." He said leaning over placing his hand on top of yours, his index finger resting on top of yours as he traced under the words. You felt your face heat up by how close he was but you focused on the words in front of you. "As I turn my gaze upward...and I see the crescent moon...I am reminded...of the trailing eyebrows of the woman I saw but once." He finished though he didn't let go of your hand and his chest was still pressed against your arm. "What does that even mean?" You asked not really getting the poem. Gojo let go of your hand and shrugged, "Dunno some sappy love poem. Seems to be the only thing people want to write these days. Anyways let do another." He suggested flipping the page never moving away from you, not that you minded.

You spent all night reading and writing you weren't sure when you fell asleep but Gojo had noticed you nodding off as he was writing something for you to read. When he looked up from his brush he saw you sitting up still, eyes closed as you breathed softly you were asleep. He chuckled standing up scooping you in his arms before placing you on his own futon being sure to tuck you in. That night Gojo opted to sleep on the tatami floor making sure to keep a comfortable distance away from you.

When you awoke you were in an unfamiliar room and a very comfortable bed. You rubbed your eyes as you adjusted to the lightening. You were still in Gojo's room you quickly scrambled out of bed looking around for the white haired warlord but he was nowhere to be seen. Running a hand through your hair you huffed, "I have to sneak out of here." You muttered. The last thing you wanted was more rumors going on about you. You listened for footsteps and when the coast seemed cleared you sneaked out and downstairs just in time for breakfast.

No one seemed to notice your absence but you couldn't help but notice Gojo was nowhere to be seen. As you began washing yourself up after breakfast you then walked to Megumi's room to get him ready for his training with Lord Geto. Tsumiki was also in the room as she brushed through her brother's hair. "______!" Megumi shouted when he spotted you. Tsumiki held him still as she continued to comb his hair, "Good morning Miss ______." She greeted flashing you a smile. You bowed at the two walking over, "Here I'll finish up Lady Tsumiki. You should go get ready for your day." You smiled she nodded leaving you two alone. It didn't take until you finished dressing Megumi and sending him on his way to find Geto. The rest of your day you spent doing chores.

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When night came you went to Gojo's bedroom and continued on with your lessons it was apart of your daily routine and had been for nearly a month now. Though you were still stuck in the servant quarters the other had begun to just ignore you which you thought was better than getting gossiped about. You were becoming more comfortable around Gojo and you realized he wasn't all too bad, beneath the surface level of his womanizer playful personality, was someone who was an intellect and kind. It seemed like he just wanted company more than anything. As you fished wrapping up your lessons for the night Gojo stopped you grabbing your wrist, "Sit with me for a moment ______." He said taking a sip of sake. You obliged, "What is it my lord?" You asked tilting your head curiously.

Gojo's face looked unsure and it was completely serious for once, his brows furrowed. "______, take care of Megumi and Tsumiki for me while I'm away. You see...Megumi comes from the Zenin clan I made a promise with his father to protect him. He trusts you I can tell." He said. You frowned, "What's this all about is something happening to you?" You asked. Gojo shook his head white strands of hair falling in front of his ocean blue eyes, "Nah I'll just be away for a while starting tomorrow. So our lessons will be postponed. Strong Demons are lurking near the Northern territories along with people who wish to overthrow me. I'll be taking the army to handle any plot of rebellion. I expect when I get back you'll be able to write your own poem." He smirked letting go of your wrist. Things had been so peaceful lately it was only a matter of time before the men would be going back to war. "Okay I promise to take care of Megumi and Tsumiki, not like I haven't been anyways. And I promise to have a poem written for you upon your arrival." You grinned and with that you two wished one another a good night.

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     A month had passed before Gojo's army returned in the middle of the night. The men were wounded but yet they were in high spirits; the battle was victorious despite their injuries. The castle was in utter disarray as the servant women ran about clearing rooms to make makeshift infirmaries for all the wounded. Shoko was running about to mend the soldiers wounds. And for you, You sat in a storage room that was turned into a makeshift infirmary. placing a warm damp rag onto of the man's forehead you tried to comfort him as a another woman stitched his cut together, "You'll feel better soon. Just relax." You said as you cleaned his body of dried blood. You weren't a medic so you felt useless, "______, go fetch some clean rags." The older woman ordered. You nodded standing up leaving the room to search for any remaining clean cloths. As you searched the halls you were stopped by Geto, "______, go see Lord Gojo in his chambers." He said. You looked at the raven haired man, he looked fine for the most part a few cuts and bruises but otherwise well. "I will once I find some cloth—" you began but was cut off. "No I'll go fetch some. Who was needing it?" Geto asked. "Miss Yoko..she's in the storage shed." You said. Geto nodded motioning with his hand for you to go to Gojo. You bowed before quickly climbing the stairs up to Gojo's room.

     The commotion from downstairs did not make its way up the top floor where Gojo resided. It was quiet not a single candle was lit, the hallway was dark it was eerie. You slowly walked down the hall finally coming to a stop in front the paper sliding doors of Gojo's room. "Lord Gojo..you called for me?" You called out awaiting his response. But when you didn't hear anything after a couple minutes you took it upon yourself to enter the room. Slowly you slid the door open being sure to slide it back shut once you stepped into the room. It was much like the hallway, dark and quiet but upon listening you heard the sound of running water.

     "_______, is that you?" Gojo's voice called out from behind another door. "Y-yes milord!" You replied following the sound of his voice. He must of been in the bath but why he was asking for you was unbeknownst to you. "Come here." Gojo ordered but his voice sounded weaker than usual less playful. Taking a deep breath you slid the door open a wave of steam hitting your face. You closed your eyes as you followed along the wall, "Okay I'm here. What did you need?" You asked. "Open your eyes ______, I need your help. Don't worry I'm decent." He said. Pulling your hands to cover your eyes you peaked through your fingers just to be sure that Gojo was decent. He sat on the ledge of wooden bathtub, his legs were half in the water, a towel wrapped around his waist. His head was hung low as his wet white hair clung to his pale skin. It was then you noticed his body was littered in deep bloody gashes. You gasped in shock, Gojo only chuckled, "Yeah I got the worse of it. I just need your help dressing the wounds and applying the medicinal treatment." He said motioning for you to come over, "There I laid out all the things. I'll walk you through it." He said.

     You shook your head, "Wouldn't Miss Ieiri be more suitable for this? I can't heal wounds with a touch like she can." You tried to reason. You had no medical knowledge you were just a simple girl from a small village. Gojo clicked his tongue in annoyance, "I know but she needs to focus on the others plus I don't want to worry anyone, you know. if the men see their leader injured might ruin morale, might cause people to see me as weak. Just grab that rag ______ and apply that cream then bandaged the cut." He said pointing his finger at each item. Sighing nervously you picked up clean rag and placed the cream on it as ordered and gently began to dab the gash on his shoulder. He winced hissing through his teeth, you paused afraid you were doing something wrong. "It's fine keep going." He hissed. After what felt like hours you were finally done taking a step back you now got a full view of just how injured Gojo had gotten. His body was covered in bandages some already beginning to turn a pale red as the blood seeped through. "All done my lord. What else can I get you?" You asked beginning to clean up the area.

     Gojo stood to his feet, his towel hanging loosely on his waist. "My clothes. I'm going to bed." He ordered walking past you out of the bath room and into his room. You nodded and quickly rummaged through his closet before finally pulling out a robe handing it to him. He thanked you turning around and dropping his towel. You let out a surprised yelp as you covered your eyes. Gojo didn't say anything else as he laid down onto his futon closing his eyes. You took it as your queue to leave him be as you quietly made your way out of his room you heard his soft voice call out. "Thank you ______. You're a good girl." He said. You raised your brows shaking your head, "Goodnight Lord Gojo." You whispered in reply leaving his room and returning back to the infirmary to help out you had a long night ahead of you.

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Your nightly routine of lessons with Gojo were postponed replaced by nightly sessions of you mending his wounds, he was healing incredibly slow and refused to ask for Shoko's aid. tonight was like the previous ones before. Gojo sat on the tatami floors of his chambers, his robe pulled down to waist as you gently cleaned and rebandaged his wounds. You had learned of what exactly transpired that night which caused more than half the army to be injured in some way. They were ambushed on their way back to the capital by demons and amongst those demons were people who seemed to have tamed them. Gojo ordered the army back to the capital in fear that the castle had been invaded while he stayed back to finish them off which he to no one's surprise. When he had caught up with the army Geto was waiting and quickly brought Gojo to his chambers to avoid the other men from seeing just how injured he was. Gojo then asked for your assistance only. Which brought you to your current question, "Lord Gojo...why did you ask for me and not one of the other servants who have more medical knowledge?" You asked softly as you tightened the bandage around his bicep.

Gojo sipped on a cup of sake and shrugged, "You're the only one I felt I could trust. You treat me like an actual human unlike a lot of the other women around here. I wasn't in the mood for meaningless praise and pity while I was patched up. I knew you wouldn't do that so I asked for you." He answered nonchalantly. You looked up at him, the side profile of his face was illuminated by the dim candle light and the moon's glow. He looked surreal—ethereal it was no wonder why woman threw themselves at him and his flirtatious personality certainly didn't help. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find Gojo attractive, but you didn't throw yourself at him because you felt like he would use you despite how close you two had been getting. You were from a poor household, an orphan. You were a servant girl made to serve someone with a higher status than you for the rest of your life so why would you waste your time on even imagining anything with someone of Satoru Gojo's status?

Finally you replied, "Ah I see that makes sense. Well I'm glad I can be of some use to you." You smiled weakly as you pulled Gojo's robe back up to cover him from the cold breeze. He eyed your from the side watching as you began to clean up stacking bloodied rags onto a tray. "Are you leaving?" He asked. You nodded, "Yes, I'll be back in the morning." You smiled at him. He sat the cup of sake down and grabbed your hand, "Stay with me tonight. I'm tired of sleeping alone." He pleaded his voice was uncharacteristically soft. You gazed into his eyes for some time trying to guess his intentions but you gave in sitting the tray down on the table. "Very well. Here let me fix your bed. I can tell you've drank too much." You scolded gently. As you changed the sheets into new ones you patted the pillow, "Come on Lord Gojo. Let's go to sleep." You motioned for him to come over. As he downed the last of his sake he made his way over to the bed promptly falling down and pulling the covers over him. As you began to make your own bed beside him he grabbed your hand pulling you onto the bed. Wrapping his arms around your waist he nuzzled against your neck, his warm breath against your ear. "Stop calling my Lord Gojo..aren't we close enough yet you can call me Satoru? I call you ______ after all." He slurred in his half asleep and awake drunken state.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you tried to control your nerves. Your hand was placed instinctively on top of strong forearms. Satoru held onto you like he was afraid you'd disappear, his body was pressed against your back. "O-okay Satoru." You stammered it felt so odd to refer to him so casually, it felt wrong in a way. Here you were a peasant girl laying in the same bed with the most important man in all of Japan. "I like that. Makes me feel good to hear you say my name." He purred. His hands slowly left your waist as one began to trail up your body and the other hand down your body. You let out a gasp as your felt his hand brush against your thigh, "L-lord gojo!" You hissed. He squeezed your thigh, "Saaatoooruuuu." He reminded, "I dreamt about sleeping next to you when I was away ______. Don't you know I'm in loovvve with you. I haven't even slept with any woman in months because of you." He slurred. Your eyes widened, "Satoru you're drunk don't say such things." You whispered grabbing his exploring hands and placing them back on your waist. He whined, "I'm being serious ______. Have you not realized I never have my Infinity on when I'm around you." He poured. You laid with him in silence and you realized he had fallen asleep. You felt like it was impossible to sleep after what had just happened but eventually you drifted away.

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Morning came and when you had awoken you were still being held by Satoru. You stirred letting out a yawn. He was warm and you felt safe in his arms. "______, you're awake?" His groggy voice asked. You felt his grip tighten around you, "Just lay with me for a bit." He pleaded. You nodded, "Of course." More silence passed before he spoke again. "I was always adored because of who I was. From the day I was born I was told I would unite Japan. I've been treated like a king since the day I was born. It's tiresome dealing with the constant praise and yes men around me. I have been with countless women, spoke to so many but none of them ever treated me like you have. You're different, you're special _______. I was afraid to admit it at first but I think I've fallen in love with you. You treat me as an equal and see me for who I am." Satoru said softly his fists clenched as he balled up the fabric of your dress. You couldn't believe the words that were just said to you, Satoru Gojo was in love with you?! You pried yourself from his grip sitting up, he followed suit. "You think I'm lying don't you? That I just want to sleep with you?" He asked. You slowly nodded, "Y-yes I don't see any other reason why you'd say you were in love with me." You replied.

Satoru leaned forward, brushing your bangs out of your face with his slender fingers, "I'm being serious. I don't know what I have to do to prove it." He frowned. You shook your head, "I'm not sure. Please give me some time to think this through." You said quickly getting to your feet and rushing out of the room.

You don't know how long you walked for until you finally collapsed to your knees near a stream. You sighed placing your hand over your chest. This was overwhelming, Satoru seemed so genuine in the way he spoke you really didn't think he was lying trying to manipulate you. You couldn't figure out why you weren't happy, you had come to look forward to his company so now when he was confessing his love for you why were you running away? You sighed, you knew why—you were trying to save his reputation. It would look awful on the Gojo clan for their head to be in love with a servant girl. It was awful—it wasn't fair. You sat at the waters edge skipping stones. the noise of cicadas chirping and the sound of flowing water was all you could hear. You weren't even sure how far you had wandered away from the castle, you just kept walking until your feet ached.

As the sun began to slowly set you watched as the skies turned shades of pink, orange, and blue. You'd have to get back soon it wasn't safe to wander in the woods after dark especially for someone like you with no cursed abilities. Slipping back on your sandals you began walking began to head back the sound of crickets beginning to chirp. It was strange one moment the sun was still out albeit it was setting and then next it was pitch black only the light of fireflies guiding your way. The woods were terrifying in the dark, sounds of rustling all around you frightened you. The path was hard to see, you we're beginning to think you were lost. As your body began to shake you leaned against a tree of support; maybe it was best to stay in one place for tonight and try again tomorrow. You don't know how long you sat against the tree, your knees pulled tightly against your chest as your eyes darted back and forth wildly. It was then you saw a faint glow from a lantern far up ahead, getting to your feet you began to hurriedly make your way towards the light. "Hello! Hello!" You called out picking up the pace. Then suddenly you froze, the sound of crunchy twigs coming from behind you. Something or someone had been following you, too afraid to turn around you began to run as fast as you could. The thing following you also chasing close behind you.

Then you fell, the combination of the uneven terrain and your sandals causing you to twist your ankle falling onto the ground, your knees and palms taking the full force of your weight. You let out a help and hurriedly tried to get back to your feet but suddenly you felt a weight on your back pin you to the ground. An animalistic grunting coming from the thing on your back. It clawed at you as you screamed in pain and fear trying to flip it off of you. Then a purple light illuminated the forest it sent the demon off you. "______! Are you okay?" A familiar voice shouted as they ran to your side. You recognized that voice from anywhere, it was Satoru Gojo. You cried out his name as he fell to his knees embracing you in his arms. Following close behind a group of soldiers. You winced when Satoru's arms touched your back and you pulled away from him. "Satoru. I'm so sorry for running away." You cried as your tears fell to the forest floor.

Satoru's eyes widened when the light from the lanterns had hit your back. Your kimono half shredded exposing you, bloodied claw marks littered your back. He slipped off shawl using it to cover your body. Shouting a few orders you didn't hear before you fainted from blood loss. The white haired lord picked you up in his arms being gentle as to not touch your back.

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     When you had awoken you were in a room unfamiliar but that was the least of your worries. Pain coursed through your body nearly knocking the breath out of you. "How are you feeling?" Satoru's soft voice asked as he sat aside the book he was reading to tend to you. When you opened your eyes once again  you met his crystal blue orbs gazing worriedly into yours. He had saved you from a demon without hesitation. You felt a strange fuzzy feeling in your stomach, "Satoru...thank you." You said quietly. He smiled, "Of course. I was worried about you _______. You had wandered off pretty from the castle I was worried you had run away or even worse a demon had gotten you. If I hadn't been there...I don't even think about what could happen." Satoru said his voice trailing off at the end. "Anyways Shoko healed your wounds. There's some faint scarring but you'll be fine. You'll be sore for a few days." He explained. You nodded, "I see. I'll have to thank Miss Ieiri later then." You mumbled. You picked at your fingernails awkwardly avoiding his gaze. Patting his knees he stood up to leave, "I'll leave you alone. By the way this is your room now, I had your belongings brought up here. Last thing we need is the others gossiping about you. My room is down the hall." He grinned before leaving the room sliding the paper door shut.

You sat awkwardly in your bed for a long while thinking. It seemed like you were in fact in love with Satoru Gojo and his feelings seemed genuine. Slowly sliding the bed sheets off of your body you stood to your feet wincing making your way out the door. The halls were so quiet up here it was peaceful despite it almost nearing dinner time. You made your way towards the lord of the castle's chambers knocking on the door. "Come in." Satoru's voice called out. You slid open the door stepping inside. He sat in his usual position, kimono half opened, him lazily flipping through a book. Though when he saw you his expression brightened, "______! How you feeling?" He asked quickly getting to his feet walking towards you. You flashed him a weak smile, "I feel better now. I came to talk to you." You began. You could feel your face heating up and heart beating faster. Satoru looked at you curiously urging you to go on. Taking a deep breath you spoke, "I...love you too Satoru. I'm sorry for not saying it before." You said.

His eyes widened and a faint red dusted his cheeks, then in one swift motion he reached forward cupping your face in his hands. He pressed his soft lips against yours. Your hands reached up bawling at the fabric of his robe. It was obvious you were inexperienced; you had never kissed anyone before. But Satoru didn't mind the innocence but just as you began feeling more comfortable he pulled away, he pressed his forward against yours. A smug smirk plastered on his face, "I knew it. I love you too ______." He said voice low. Satoru pressed his lips against yours once again this time he slowly backed you against the wall. You hadn't even realized you were pinned too focused on trying to wrap your mind around what was happening. Satoru's kisses were heated—experienced he bit your lip causing you to gasp and when you did he slipped tongue in. A strange feeling began to emerge in your body as you let out a whimper when his hands left your face and began to move slowly down your throat then onto your collarbones, then finally his strong hands landed on your kimono that was sloppily tied. Slender fingers pawed at the collar of your dress as he worked the fabric off your shoulders. Slowly it began to slip exposing cleavage but he didn't rush yanking the fabric down. He wanted to take his time with you, your hands shook nervously as you continued holding onto the fabric of his top. You

Satoru's lips left yours and moved onto to nipping at your neck then he shoved one leg between yours. You felt something hard—no him against your thigh. You moaned against him. Then just like nothing he pulled away from you letting go of you and backing away. His intense eyes seemed to be examining you; a smug look on his face. He was proud of his work, "We'll have to continue later ______. I hear footsteps coming from the stairs. Probably someone coming to tell us it's dinner time." He said cooly. And he was correct only moments later Geto slid the door open, "Sato—oh shit am I interrupting?" He said as his eyes darted between you and Gojo. Your face was flushed, your top almost pulled off, and you were breathing heavily and on the other hand Satoru's face was slightly flushed but he so smug. Geto got what was happening. Satoru waved his hand dismissively, "Nah. We'll be down there in a minute. ______, will be sitting beside me. Let everyone know this is my fiancé and she'll be treated with respect." He ordered. Geto nodded bowing his head and leaving the room.

Your eyes were wide as you looked at the snow haired lord, "Wha..?" You stammered. He smirked, "Oh thought you would assume I'd make you my wife." He shrugged nonchalantly. Walking towards you he pulled back up your kimono tying it securely before holding out his hand, "Let's go downstairs. I'm starving ______." He said. You took his hand in a daze. You went from an orphaned servant girl to the most important man in Japan's wife; you couldn't necessarily complain about that though.

BONUS :

Megumi glared daggers at Satoru as he ate. Tsumiki nudged her brother's side, "Megumi enough." She scolded quietly. Satoru met the raven haired boy's gaze, "Megumi don't worry. ______, still cares for you." He smiled. You nodded, "I'll still come visit you every morning and evening like always. Promise." You smiled reassuringly at him. Megumi clicked his tongue in annoyance stabbing a carrot with his chop stick, "______, why are you getting married to that weirdo anyways? Master Geto I feel like would be better." He muttered. Satoru and Geto laughed as Tsumiki hung her head in embarrassment. While you looked on fondly, this was your new family and you couldn't be happier.

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Evanescent / Episode 1

Characters: Rinne, Kohaku, HiMERU, Niki, Nagisa  

"...Hello there. I'm Nagigon ♪"

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Season: Spring

Location: Abandoned Mine

Days later, in an abandoned mine deep in the mountains.

Rinne: "Emergency project! Chase Nagigon, the mythical giant creature!"

"So, here we are at the abandoned mine! Today, us Crazy:B are off in search of the legendary creature, Nagigon!"

Kohaku: ...What the heck's this? Feels like somethin' a washed-up internet streamer would come up with...

Rinne-han said he had a weird yet foolproof plan to solve our dire situation, but is this really the solution he meant...?

HiMERU: —Fufu. That line sounds somewhat familiar.

You said something similar during the initial rehearsal for JoyLife, Oukawa.

Kohaku: Even your JoyLife was the same. You got so serious 'bout it, yet what you delivered was such a letdown...

Rinne: Oi, oi. Kohaku-chan, you've really gotten quite high and mighty, haven'tcha...?

What happened to the Kohaku-chan who used to say he'd take any job just to rack up experience?

Kohaku: You were the one sayin' we had to be picky about the jobs we take. And besides, things're different now.

Crazy:B's in high demand, so surely there were some better gigs out there?

Rinne: Nah. That's only true for you and Merumeru. The public's focusing on PBB, not Crazy:B.

HiMERU: Hm. In other words, the work for Crazy:B's four members remains unchanged?

Rinne: That's right. Niki and I are only seen as evil pests meddling with you two.

Niki: Nahaha. Thanks to that, I've been able to focus on my cooking job lately, and it's been awesome!

And with Rinne-kun off sulking somewhere, I got to work in peace. No interruptions, no chaos ♪

I wouldn't mind staying like this forev... Hey, Rinne-kun, quit holding onto my clothes! You're not gonna suplex me again, are you?!

Kohaku: Niki-han, you really just never learn...

I do understand your situation, Rinne-han. But I still don't get how this show's a solution to the problem...

Rinne: Well, as you pointed out, there's pretty much nothing deep or complicated here.

It's just a typical Crazy:B-style project to ruffle some feathers with the public's interest in PBB.

Wasn't I spending most of my free time tryna wreck the happy little lovefest you two had going?

Niki: Waugh... That's such a scummy thing to admit.

Rinne: Shuddup! This project's just a way to pass the time, forcing work outta Vice Prez Glasses-kun.

Kohaku: I see. So that's why it's so half-baked. I feel a bit sorry for the deputy director now...

HiMERU: He probably buckled under Amagi's insistence and threw together a project on the fly.

Kohaku: But seriously, what's with this "Nagigon" thing? Ain't it usually somethin' like a tsuchinoko[1] or what have ya?

And it's real strange that Nagigon sounds so close to Nagisa-han's name.

???: ...You picked up on that quickly.

Nagisa: ...Hello there. I'm Nagigon ♪

Kohaku: Hold on, it really was Nagisa-han!

You ain't even gonna wear a costume or nothin'? You're not honestly plannin' to appear lookin' like that, are ya?

Nagisa: ...No. We have various costumes prepared. A deep-sea octopus, a lion, a kaiju... I'll cater to everyone's preferences.

Kohaku: You haven't decided yet, huh. That's real sloppy...

HiMERU: —Still, to have Ran-san come for a project like this... It's hard to believe the deputy director gave the go-ahead.

Or does he have some hidden agenda behind this proposal?

Nagisa: ...That's not it. It's probably just to vent out his frustrations.

...Lately, I've been going behind Ibara's back, showing up on variety shows and acting on my own accord. I suppose it's accurate to say that his patience has finally snapped.

Kohaku: Is that really somethin' to say with a smile on your face...?

Nagisa: ...Hehe. It seems we've become close enough for Ibara to lash out at me, so that makes me happy.

...But more importantly than that. What kind of sound do you all think a Nagigon would make?

Kohaku: Nagisa-han, you're awful particular 'bout details. You don't need to go that far for such a pointless project! ♪

HiMERU: —It seems like you're having quite a lot of fun today, Oukawa. You're more energetic than usual.

Kohaku: Mm? Really? I don't notice it much myself, so I can't rightly say.

But yeah, I've been gettin' real sick of only doin' PBB gigs lately. Even if this project's ridiculous, it feels more enjoyable ♪

HiMERU: .........

Niki: Huh? Rinne-kun, I think the staff over there's looking for you?

Rinne: Ah? What's going on? They look real stressed. Something go sideways?

Kohaku: Huh? They're cancelin' the filmin'? Just like that? The weather don't even seem to have taken a sudden turn for the worse...

HiMERU: —So that's it. It appears that information about the filming here has leaked to the outside.

Upon learning about it, several fans gathered at the base of the mountain to protest against PBB being assigned dangerous work, causing a bit of an uproar.

Kohaku: What the heck's that?! I mean, it's bad enough that info got leaked in the first place, but...!

But it's up to us to decide what kinda work we do!

Rinne: ...This is the sign of impending doom after hitting the jackpot, Kohaku-chan.

We... Well, more specifically, you and Merumeru, have been forced into a position where fans dictate your work.

Kohaku: Fans dictatin' our work...?

Rinne: PBB fans enjoy watching you two living peacefully and happily.

No one wants to see Crazy:B going on dangerous adventures in abandoned mines, not like the kinda stuff we used to do.

On the contrary, some blind, overprotective fans must be thinking like this:

"They're being forced to deal with those two bothersome Crazy:B members, taking on dangerous work they never asked for."

"Poor Kohaku-kun, we need to stop this immediately. We must protect him..." Somethin' like that.

Kohaku: Haah...? That's such unnecessary meddlin'! I chose to take this job!

Rinne: But the world don't see it that way. With PBB in the spotlight, Kohaku-chan's seen as a cute idol living a peaceful life.

That's the role society's expecting from you now, and the label that's been stuck on you.

Kohaku: .........

Rinne: Anyway. With so many fans crawling outta the woodwork, it'll be tough to keep filming.

Nagisa: ...Mhm. I've contacted Ibara. It'd be wise to withdraw for the time being.

Rinne: Them's the breaks. Kohaku-chan, stuff like this is bound to keep happening from here on out.

I was late to catch on as well, but just like I suspected, things have gone horribly wrong.

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The tsuchinoko is a snake-like creature from Japanese folklore.

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the time of spring has come, dear readers! let us celebrate with sweet drinks, a cool breeze, and a tissue box to share among the ones whose noses can't quite take the increase of pollen.

❝A FIRST SPRING❞

❦summary; there's not much pollen in the sea, now is there? or at least one merfolk have encountered before.

♪the characters in this story; azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech

✎word count;

❀what do the ghosts say?; no reader x character relationships, platonic, set during azul's first time on land, not canon-accurate, azul suffering allergies, he does not know what's going on, leech twins tease him about it but they still take care of him in their weird eel ways

☛the author's notes; a part of the @briarvalleyarchives new beginnings event! i wanted to be mean to azul and no i'm not projecting on azul again y'all are crazy /s

☪look at the catalogue?

Azul had always been curious about the seasons on land when he was younger. Books can only go so far and the young mer was desperate to learn more, among other things, about life on the land. An invite to the prestigious Night Raven College had Azul ecstatic, to be recognized by that famous Dark Mirror only boosted his confidence and determination to become better than the child he once was.

And while he thought he had long abandoned those childhood dreams he deemed foolish, a small shred of him was excited to experience the changing seasons. 

Azul’s first year began during autumn, when the leaves were colored all types of oranges, reds, gold, and warm colors. It brought a sparkle to his eyes at the sight, the colors so vibrant despite the description other students had of ‘the trees just dying’. To Azul, it was like one last goodbye, one last beautiful display before the more barren of winter. 

Even if it was barren, winter looked so beautiful. Although he felt homesick, not able to go home due to the freezing temperatures of the ocean, Azul found himself staring out the window to the snow covered grounds time and time again, glistening like hidden jewels in the sun. While the coldness and odd wetness of the snow didn’t appeal to the octo mer, this still didn’t stop Azul from looking from classroom windows. He just took a longer route whenever there was a bit more snow on the path than he liked. 

The next season was the one that Azul was most excited about. He had read so much about the flowers that bloomed and sprouted after harsh winters, the flora that decorated the trees. And, oh, when Azul saw all of that and more, he couldn’t believe his eyes. That childish twinkle seemed to be sparked once more as he stared and watched and observed the outside. 

What Azul didn’t know was the pollen that was sprinkled through the air. He awoke one morning to a tickle in his nose. Azul only rubbed his nose, carrying on with his day as normal. Unfortunately, the day didn’t continue on as normal. 

Around second period, Azul could feel his eyes watering at the edges. It was uncomfortable, along with the fact that his morning sniffle came back again, this time tickling his nose enough to cause him to sneeze. It was a quiet sneeze, something that could be described as a kitten sneezing. 

With the day carrying on further, Azul kept on sneezing, louder and louder, more frequent and more hindering to his day. His handkerchief was a constant presence in his hands, raised and ready to catch any sneezes that were bound to come soon. 

He did his best to hold them in, but that only made it worse, the sneeze after that coming with two times the force and making Azul jump in his seat. By day’s end, Azul felt exhausted, head dizzy and unable to breath well from his nose, collapsing onto the bed. 

“Azuul~” Ah. Another problem Azul didn’t need at the moment. 

Two fingers poked at Azul’s sides, making the mer’s body flinch at the touches and Azul to let out a muffled groan against his pillow. Then, Jade’s voice came close against Azul’s ear, a playful tint to his words as he spoke.

“Hmm? What's got you so down Azul?” 

“Azul’s all flat like a stingray!” 

“Yes, yes, I can see Floyd.” 

Azul felt that now familiar tickle before he was about to sneeze and, not wanting to spread snot all over his covers, raises his head quickly, turning his head and sneezing. Jade leaned back, eyes widening just the slightest bit. Floyd laughed loudly, giggling at this sight. 

“Azul’s all sneezy! Ehehe!”

Azul groaned, wiping his nose for what seemed like the umpteenth time with his handkerchief.

“Shut up Floyd... Perhaps I’m just... a-adapting to land...”

There was a chuckle from Jade, that type of chuckle that felt like he knew something more than he said. But Azul wasn't in much of a mood to interrogate the eel. He laid his head back down on his pillow, groaning as his eyes fluttered shut, another wave of exhaustion hitting him every time his eyes shut for a second. 

“You seem tired, Azul. I believe Floyd and I will have to bother you later.” 

Azul let out a small relieved sigh, pressing his face back into his pillows, knocking out soon after.

When he woke up the next day, Azul felt quite alright, his stuffy nose clearing up. With this, he felt confident that he could make it through the day today. 

He did not. The same cycle began all over again, his nose slowly getting more clogged and more sneezing occurring throughout the day. 

“I’m fine!” Azul claimed. “Just adjusting to a new area,” Azul said. And then, at the end of the day, he passed out in his room, head dizzy, nose tinted red and eyes teary. 

After the fourth day of this, this time in history, the sneezes start to annoy even Trein, who stops teaching at another of Azul’s sneezes. 

“Ashengtotto, please, go to the nurse’s office.” 

Azul froze at the command, the first year blinking a few times in disbelief. “But sir, I—”

“Go, now. Lay down and rest, you clearly have allergies.”

Oh, Azul wanted to either crawl into a deep hole or burst into a furious blush. It seems that Azul decides for the latter as he gets up from his seat, head facing down as he quickly vacates the room towards the nurse’s office. The only thing he does is lay on one of the beds, almost pouting at the fact he was sent out of class for some measly sneezes. It’s not even that bad! 

Sure, his nose has been stuffed for the better part of the week and sure, it’s been a while since he’s known what a clear nose felt like, but he could push through it, he swears! 

The nurse tells him that he has pollen allergies when they check him and make him take allergy medicine. 

Once again, Floyd and Jade always seem to come whenever Azul is not needing them the most. 

“My, my, what’s happened to you this time Azul?” The two twins lean over Azul in bed, grins wide as their teeth seem to gleam. To anyone else, this would be what their paralysis demons look like, but to Azul, really, it feels more like a normal Wednesday. 

Azul groaned softly, an arm over his eyes as he sniffled, glasses on the side table. 

“Ugh... the nurse says I have allergies.” 

Floyd crouches down next to the bed, laying his arms on the mattress and looking at Azul. “Mm? What does that mean?” 

Jade pipes up, smiling at his twin. “It means that the pollen from the recent spring flowers are irritating Azul’s nose and his body believes it’s an attack on the immune system.” 

Azul’s almost closing eyes snap open and flick over to Jade, still smiling that calm smile of his. Floyd lets out a soft ‘oooh’ before poking Azul’s cheek. 

“Your body is dumb Azul. Tell it to stop.”

“How long have you known that Jade?” Ignoring Floyd’s comment, Azul turns his spinning head to Jade, awaiting an answer. And then he chuckles, his smile spreading a bit wider. 

“Oh for a little while. I read it in a book that was given to me during our transition period.” 

Azul could feel his eye twitch, taking in a deep breath before turning over onto his side. 

“I’m going to sleep.” 

“Ooh! Me too, me too!” 

Before Azul can protest, Floyd quickly climbs onto the bed with him, holding another pillow and blanket he probably took from another bed. Floyd gets comfortable too quickly, arms wrapped around Azul tightly, head nuzzling into the pillow. 

“Wha-?! Floyd!” 

“Oh, let me join in.”

Jade then climbs onto bed, taking the other side of Azul, arms wrapped around Azul too quickly for him to protest. 

Trapped between two eels, wrapped tightly in their hold, and a dizzy head, all Azul could do was accept his fate and sigh. He yawned softly. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, this was quite comfy for Azul, being tightly held like this. His eyes started to slip closed, but he had no qualms about it, letting himself fall into a refreshing sleep.

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Battle on the Sugoroku Board - God Won’t Roll The Dice 8

(Location: “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” program set)

Ibara: Is everyone familiar with the “Keynesian beauty contest?”

Yuuta: ………?

Ibara: Well, it has nothing to do with idols, so you wouldn’t know it.

It’s an analogy for the stock market. In the financial market, the value of a company—its stock price, is determined not by its performance or financial soundness, but by its popularity.

A contest where a vote is held to determine the most beautiful woman out of 100 participants, and a prize will be given to the person who votes for first place—

—When gambling on something like this, voters vote not for the woman they think is beautiful, but for the person they think is beautiful on average.

That’s what we call the Keynesian beauty contest.

If the Keynesian beauty contest were held in “Battle on the Sugoroku Board,” the popularity would probably be shared between the NewDi and CosPro teams.

Popularity has nothing to do with determining who wins or loses “Battle on the Sugoroku Board”…… But it is a consequence of it.

That’s why NETV is trying to let the idols from weaker agencies win, correct?

So they can gamble behind the scenes and profit greatly from the stakes.

Rinne: Oi…… Are we the targets of gambling!?

I’d rather join their side!!

Yuuta: This gambling addict is a worthless adult.

Rinne: Whaddya mean “worthless adult.” You have a weird way of speaking, don’t you.

But that doesn’t explain it. It’s true if an unpopular idol wins, they’ll make a lot of money.

Arashi: Natsume-chan said that may be why they brought in a shady director.

It’s been a while since he last worked. He couldn’t turn down the opportunity to produce a program, right?

Madara: As a result, he couldn’t escape from this evil deed.

However, NETV is a company that distributes programs overseas, so it’s not illegal is it?

Natsume: YeS. The headquarters is located in areas where gambling is legAL. In other worDS, what we’re trying to do is a matter of feeliNGS.

A matter of feelings—nO. It might be more accurate to call it a moral issUE.

Don’t involve us in that shitty “stagING.”

Don’t look down on idOLS.

…… Just for thAT, we’re fighting togethER.

Naturally, this’ll be a blow to those invested in NETV, like Ibara-kUN.

But you don't just see idols as pawns for your businesses, riGHT?

You just want to make monEY, I’m sure there’s better jobs out theRE.

Ibara: Hmm. Are you trying to appeal to compassion?

If they’re not breaking the law, then I have no obligation to cooperate.

In fact, if the company I’m invested in is trying to make money like that, then, from a manager’s perspective, I’m in luck♪

Rinne: …… Oi.

Ibara: Oh! Don’t lose your temper!

Stable management also means that they can invest in the entertainment industry, where you don’t know whether it’ll hit or miss.

Profits are important for keeping idols alive when their asses are on the line.

In fact, because of this, no-name idols are being used. That fact is unshakable.

Natsume: I didn’t think you were that heartlESS. Negotiations have broken down— it looks like the NewDi team has no choice but to try our beST.

Ibara: Make no mistake, I’m not saying we won’t cooperate.

I merely told you the facts. There’s a strong will to fight together—but simply fighting together won’t solve this problem.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If you’re hit with capital, you can fight back with capital. That’s how society fights.

If the gambling house is open for us, it’s a matter of joining the table.

For example, raising the bet—what if we raised the stakes?

Rinne: Raising the…… Heh, I getcha. We’re in for a do-or-die game.

Arashi: Don’t use gambling as an example. We’re still students, aren’t we?

Yuuta: Please explain more clearly, vice prez.

Ibara: Yes, yes. Don’t worry!

This is just a hypothetical. Do you know what would happen if a bet was being held in front of you, and the person you were betting on won via match-fixing?

You know that only those who know about the match-fixing will benefit immensely, right?

So, what if that match-fixing doesn’t work, and you fail?

Those who know about the match-fixing will be wiped out. The risk and return of match-fixing are balanced because the underdog targets win.

In other words, you do two things. Stop the match-fixing, and then bet big on another candidate.

We’re going to take back the match-fixing. I have a vision in my mind of everyone involved going out onto the streets, and they’d bet so much money that they would win that they’ll consider CosPro a threat!

If we do that, they’ll never gamble again. …… What do you all think? It’ll be quite enjoyable♪

Natsume: …… I’m stunnED. I wasn’t telling you to go that fAR.

Ibara: Ahaha! That’s what it means to make an enemy out of me♪

Philanthropy! Fraternity! Benevolence!

A loving punishment for those who trampled on their love for idols……☆

Yuuta: Huh, your catchphrase changed!?

Ibara: I don’t know what you’re talking about? I’ve always had a love for idols?

Yuuta: Scaryyy…… This person’s really troublesome to make an enemy out of, huh.

Madara: I’ve accepted things like that up until now, so I think it’s fine to do whatever you like.

But, that gambling place—it’s open in secret and seems impossible to enter.

Even if it’s not a real place, but an online one.

Ibara: Well, I guess I’ll have to look into that now.

In order to ensure the fairness of the gambling, this program is probably broadcast in real time on a site that can’t be accessed from within Japan.

In fact, its real-time nature will support our plans. We can delay the response.

If we ask the complicit production director for information about the gambling parlour, he’ll tell us right away.

He seems to be talented, and just like Natsume-kun, he’s someone who just wants to make a “good program”—

“Staging” may also be accepted as part of the production.

This program, like NETV, is not pandering to existing forces. They want a program that supports the underdog…… And I think I can persuade them to do something like that.

And so, first, we contact His Majesty, who seems to be close to the staff.

If he can back it up, it’ll be the beginnings of a fun show♪

Let’s follow the example of Natsume-kun’s beloved Hibiki-shi and make it a fun event for us too!

Natsume: HmM, what kind of cruel drama (Grand Guignol)(1) are you planniNG? If you’re going to use Nii-san as a reference, you should be planning a comeDY.

Just don’t let your vice flourish. If you screw them, they’ll screw you baCK—and on that one point I’ll agree with yOU.

TL Notes:

A Grand Guignol is a play of macabre or horrific nature.

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[murfeelee]

About Full Body Tattoos & CmarNYC’s Tattoo Mod

I got an IM about my full body tattoos, which are all tattoos and not accessories. So I figured I should make a tutorial, so people understand why I keep telling y’all about CmarNYC’s Tattoo Mod.

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Welcome to Murf’s School of Crap and Crap-Making!

School Motto: Prepare to be tortured! For Science!

Lesson #23: Beautiful tatts, all over my back! Makes me so proud I'm gonna shout it out loud: I got another tattoo, baby! ♪♫♬

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Ok, so we got functional tattoos in the Ambitions EP, but good ole EA in their infinite wisdom decided to relegate them to the lamest locations imaginable. No sleeves, no full body tattoos, like wtf. #EAYouSuck

Y’all can read about the wack default locations & busted functionality on Carl’s Sims 3 Guides: https://www.carls-sims-3-guide.com/info/create-a-sim/looks.php

But as usual, the simming angels over at Mod the Sims came in C L U T C H, and CmarNYC created the incredible XCAS Core Mod: More Tattoo Locations.

☆ ☆ This mod expands a LOT of different CAS features, and most importantly adds more tattoo locations. ☆ ☆

It’s a core mod like AwesomeMod, so it conflicts with those mods, but the late great Twallan made a non-core version for those of y’all who use AwesomeMod. I use CmarNYC’s default core version.

There are a ton of different Basic or Full versions. I forgot what the difference is between Full & Basic, but I use the Full version.

The zip file includes a ton of flavors, that you can pick and choose from. It’s a lot, I know, so this is my setup (I’m on Origin 1.69 like a loser).

Once you have the mod installed in your Packages folder, and nothing’s conflicting, crashing or doing other satanic crap, now you’re ready to give your sims Full Body Tattoos!

Noah’s full body tribal tattoos, which my sim Nasir always wears, also require CmarNYC’s tattoo mod, and work the same way.

I feel like it’s more important to know about CmarNYC’s tattoo mod, because:

☆ ☆ There really is nothing different with Full Body Tattoos, than regular tattoos! ☆ ☆

If you know how to make regular tattoos, you already know how to make sleeves, full legs, back, torso & body tatts.

You can use ANY tattoo with CmarNYC’s tattoo mod, to apply tattoos all over the body--they’ll just rescale in weird ways, unless you’re explicitly making the tattoos to fit neatly over a sim’s arms (sleeves), legs, backs, torsos, or entire body (full). So I’ll show y’all how to go about making those--the same rules apply.

All the other tuts I’m seeing use Tattooinator, which I never used, I just use TSRW to make all my tatts.

I start out in GIMP with the image I want to turn into a tattoo.

It helps to have EA’s default skintone texture in the lower layer, so you can accurately scale the tattoo.

Then turn all the colors into the standard RGBY, so your tatt’s recolorable in CASt.

Then make an all black background, and add an all black Alpha channel.

Save the image as a DXT5 Interpolarted Alpha dds.

In TSRW, start a New Project, and go into Clothes > Human > Young Adult > Male > Naked (so TSRW doesn’t take 10 effing years loading all the clothes options).

I always clone EA’s Green Plumbob tattoo, I dunno why, LOL.

Import your texture in the Core section.

You’re not gonna be able to tell what’s going on, cuz TSRW’s preview viewer is hot garbage, and the texture’s alpha channel makes the texture look invisible until you go in-game.

Make sure to enable the Mask channels from False to True. so it’s recolorable. (Enable all 4 Masks Channels only if you use all 4 RGBY colors in your dds texture. Otherwise, just enable 3 if you just used RGB.)

And you’re done! Export your tattoo, install it, and have your sims regret all their life decisions!

Because they’re Ambitions tattoos, you can change size/scale, transparency/opacity, and of course CASt colors.

And best of all, Full Body AMB tatts won’t take up an accessory slot (even better: they won’t blur textures if you layer ACCs with Master Controller).

And that’s that!

[ecemichi]

In My Own Way, As I Am chapter 1

Midori: Haah... ughhh~...

Hm~m, what should I do... Haahh...

Tetora: Midori-kun, Midori-kun, you’ve been sighing a lot more than usual recently. I’ve already heard you sigh 30 times today.

Midori: I'm sorry... I thought I was free to sigh as I wanted, since I’m with you guys and all...

Shinobu: That in itself is not an issue. However, both Tetora-kun and I would like to learn the reason behind this behavior, Midori-kun.

Tetora: Yep yep, we might be able to give you some help, and I want you to reach out to us before you go worrying about stuff all on your own.

Midori: Thanks... Actually, I've heard rumors around the agency that it might be my turn to get a personalized outfit soon…

Shinobu: Ooh! That is indeed something to celebrate!

...Hmm? But if it is something worth a celebration, then why are you so depressed, Midori-kun?

Tetora: Lemme guess. Are you struggling cuz you keep thinking about what kind of outfit you wanna go with?

Midori: I guess that’s kinda accurate…

They'll definitely ask me what kind of outfit I want, right? So once I heard the rumors, I tried thinking about it myself...

Tetora: So that's what you're so worried about? That's pretty optimistic of you! Good boy, Midori-kun ♪

Shinobu: Midori-kun, I request more information on the type of outfit you chose! ♪

Midori: Uuu, you two have gotta stop looking at me with such sparkly eyes. I'm really not that optimistic at all...!

I’ve thought about it countless times, but I can only come up with outfits I don't want to wear.

Midori: "I don't want that" , "I dislike that too". Ugh, I hate how I can only come up with negative approaches for this. I just feel all gloomy...

Tetora: Ah~ I get it. That's why you're depressed and sighing.

Midori: Yeah. You must be disappointed that it's not something I should be making such a big deal out of, right...?

Shinobu: Everyone has problems of their own. We won't be disappointed because of that.

That aside, I am quite curious about what you meant by "outfits I don't want to wear". What don't you want to wear, Midori-kun?

Midori: "Outfits I don't want to wear" might be a bit misleading... Maybe I should say, outfits that would make me feel restless if I wore them and looked at myself in the mirror...?

Like something that shows my skin from my chest to my belly, or something so formal I'd suffocate.

Like, I'd be anxious thinking about how the outfit is wearing me instead... I wouldn't want something like that to end up as my personalized outfit.

Whenever I wear cool clothes for photoshoots, my fans praise me lots and it makes them happy.

But, every time I just end up feeling weird because it's not the real me...

Tetora: H~mm. I don't have as much experience with those types of jobs as you do, so I don't totally understand your feelings, but―

If that's how you feel, what about thinking of outfits you want to own instead? If it’s something you’d want to own yourself, that probably means you want to wear it too.

Midori: Outfits I want to own...?

Ah, I've been wanting to buy shirts or sweatshirts that have mascot characters printed on them...♪

Tetora: ...That sounds like loungewear. It would be hard to use it as a reference for your personalized outfit.

Midori: S- So cruel! After I went through the trouble of proposing something!

Shinobu: Calm down now, you two. I believe I may have an idea…

Midori&aTetora: …?

Shinobu: What Midori-kun heard of was just a rumor at best. We can't be certain it's actually his turn yet…

In other words, you're worrying about something of unknown authenticity​. Aren't you simply wasting your time?

So what if we start with Anzu calling Anzu-dono to ascertain the authenticity of this?

Midori: (It's just as Shinobu-kun said. It'd be pretty embarrassing to get swayed by rumors. I should check the truth with Anzu-san)

(I've heard that she was in StarPro's office, but...)

(Ah, there she is. Looks like she's working by the windows—)

...!?

(Wh- what should I do? The moment our eyes met, Anzu-san stood up and started heading straight towards me...!)

(Maybe she wants to talk to me about my personalized outfit? I mean, it has to be that, right?)

Good work Anzu-san, do you have something to talk to me about? Is it about my per—

Eh? Product exhibition stage event? What's that…?

...You want me to perform in that event, so you wanted to talk to me about it?

(Anzu-san wanted to talk about a job instead of my personalized outfit. Does this mean all the stuff I’ve been hearing about my outfit was just rumors after all?)

...I seem to have my head in the clouds. I'm sorry, I'm fine. I hear you loud and clear.

You were talking about the product exhibition in autumn right? Lots of local veggies and fruits will be sold, and mascot characters from around the area will be there too.

What am I supposed to do there? You said it was a stage event, but...

Eh? The MC of a stage event where mascots will appear...!?

—I'll do it! I'll gladly do it if it’ll be an opportunity to get closer to mascot characters!

Lately, I've been feeling very down and wanted to heal myself with something. That's why it'd be great if I could get mascots to heal me.

I bet my parents would be happy about a job where I get to promote fruits and veggies, too. I can't wait for the exhibition...♪

(In the end she never talked about my personalized outfit. Maybe it really was just a rumor.)

(Most importantly, a product exhibit stage event, huh. It’d get pretty noisy if all of Ryuseitai went on stage together, though...)

(...Huh, but then isn't it weird that I'm the only one who got to hear about the job if all five of us are going to participate? Is she going to contact the others afterwards?)

Well, whatever. At least it’s guaranteed that I’ll have a chance to spend some time with mascots.

Let me go look up which mascots will be making an appearance... ♪

JP Proof: moricchiichan 

 EN Proof: honeyspades

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[solipsistful]

Hello! I would like to write down some thoughts and observations and predictions about WOE.BEGONE so that if any of these things turn out accurate then I can point to them and show off how smart I am/we are ( /^ω^)/♪♪

So I am thinking about three things in particular: Hunter was who kicked Mike into Latvia; Hunter knew much earlier on that Mike was eventually going to do awful things that would make him feel awful; Ty was surprised by Mike's appearance and does not seem to realize there is anything special or weird or suspicious about Hunter.

And there are a lot of possible ways to link those things (and probably a lot more that I am not even thinking of because this podcast is very delightfully difficult to predict!) but one that I think would be fun is if Hunter knows that Mike will be made to do awful things by the Flinchites but there is some way in which those actions then turn against the Flinchites themselves.

And so metaphorically imagine Hunter throwing a "wrench" into the Flinchite compound, and that wrench is named Mike Walters. And that just sounds like a fun idea to me because it is another case of exploiting Mike like a tool, but like a broken tool that you are throwing to your enemies to be used?

But of course we don't entirely know what the Hunters want or what they think about the Flinchites or if they even know about them, except that Hunter teleporting Mike basically to their doorstep is definitely something that will need to be explained.

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[rae0fsunsh1ne]

The Order S2E07

I’m rewatching The Order for the 4th time and basically just gonna live blog it so if you don’t want to see my blabbering posts about each episode you can block the tag #Rachel obsesses about The Order

2.07

Jack the Amazing Life-size Chia Pet

Honestly, I do feel bad for Alyssa, that detox has got to be rough

“Except you have wolf powers to help heal you. And she’s a Grand Magus. Probably a robot.”

“I should count the most!”

Honestly I think Jack’s right, most of his relationship with his grandfather was their quest for revenge against Coventry. but i think i’ve made my thoughts on Pete pretty clear already lol

“A dress code!?” “You could use one.” rude.

Cassie told Hamish ‘everything he needs to know was in the journals’, but like what if they get all the journals back and read everything and find out that the Knights DIDN’T originally serve The Order and it was all a lie concocted by Vera to keep them on side

a wild conspiracy but i kind of want the Knights and the Order to be separate again

“Don’t you get feelings from Greybeard?” “Just hunger.” “It’s probably a tapeworm”

When in doubt, beer pong!

wooooahhh Jack just smacks that ping pong ball away without even looking!

Randall uses his middle finger to put his fingerprint on the contract, ♪ that’s so Randall♪

“So how do we acknowledge this momentous life altering event?” “I’ve got a two-for-one pizza promo!”

Wait is Orbin a student at Belgrave? Was he always a student there?

Y’know I wonder if they will bring back Orbin again

but if they did it would probably be as some kind of love-triangle plot which is blehhh

“We felt the emotion you shared. Come on, those lips?” “They’re not…. that great.”

Wait where the is the den even located, before this scene I had thought it was just like completely off in the middle of the woods somewhere

Did Salvador already have her sights set on Alyssa or was this the moment she made that decision?

Only the coolest parties have a friggin bouncy castle

SNAP AND SHINE!

“I don’t want you to change for me” all you’ve ever done is push for him to be on your side and now you’re up on some weird moral high horse?

Adorable drunk Randall is adorable

“Do I have to call Vera “mom”? Cause I will!”

HAMISH GOT A TEXT FROM VERA THAT SAYS ‘i could use a drink’ AND OFF HE GOES

♪ Gratuitous Karaoke Moment….. ♪

“Sing, bitch.”

Vera was always hot but now she’s on fire *ba dum tss*

Why does Praxis use the sticks for their magic?

lol during the Instagram live the other day, they said that this scene was hard to get through because they kept laughing through the line ‘they sound like angels’ because Adam Dimarco kept whispering it suggestively into Jake Manleys ear lol i need a blooper reel

It is cool to see other rooms in the Den, i kinda want to see everyone else’s bedrooms

If Alyssa’s gonna cut all emotional bonds with Jack, she might as well get her rocks off one time first

Consent is important!

“Was I wearing a cheerleading outfit?” please, no. no more cheerleading

Gabrielle wearing Randall’s shirt is cute af tho

Jack is the only one still worried about graduating

How can Vera heal her face like that without ‘paying the price’? actually there’s a lot of times where people do random magic without cutting their hand or anything and nothing bad seems to happen

Everyone is safer if Vera is in charge. The Devil you know, as they say.

“I like to improvise.”

I love how this show doesn’t give a fuck about sexualities, Alyssa just throws out that she had a relationship with a ‘Shelly’ which is generally a female name and it’s not a big deal at all

“I admired Edward Coventry, as a mentor…” shut up you totally had the hots for him

Whenever someone gives a long slew of directions for how to get somewhere I’m like okay but how are the other people supposed to remember all that

Describing Jack as “smart but dumb” is So. Accurate.

“If I actually get through to you about one thing let it be this: Ethics and Morals are not the same thing.”

that LOOK that Hamish gives Vera when they bring in Foley

“We’ll never be on the same side.” no because you’re a flip floppitty ass bitch and constantly changing your alliances

It’s so fascinating that Foley changed ‘the magic words’

Another Ethics professor killed, Is it like the Defence Against The Dark Arts job in Harry Potter or the probation workers in Misfits? are they going to kill the next ethics prof in the next season?

yeeeesh a lot happens in this episode

damn it now i want rice krispy squares

[mikarashis]

Haunted Dollhouse - Chapter Nine

School Festival ☆ Tamayori’s Haunted Dollhouse - Chapter Nine

Season: Spring

Location: Grounds

Mika: *sniff, sniff* ...ah, somethin’ smells good...♪

Shu: ......

Mika: na~?  Oshi-san, why’re ya starin’ at me so hard?  ‘s a little embarrassin’.

Shu: you’re too self-conscious.  I wasn’t looking at you, but rather looking past you.

Mika: yep, Oshi-san only looks at works o’ art, after all.

Shu: well, if one were going by looks alone, you are certainly worth looking at.  It’s when you open your mouth that the illusion is broken.  Moreover, I thought you were looking for food, but you won’t be hungry at dinner time if you eat now.

Mika: ah, ‘s a good point.  I wouldn’t like it if I couldn’t eat the food ya made.  

Na?  Oshi-san, they’re sellin’ okonomiyaki*~ ♪

Shu: have you already forgotten what I just told you?  Well, if you really want some, you don’t need my permission to go and buy it.  

From now on, you can eat okonomiyaki as much as you want, and you won’t have to worry about eating what I make.

Mika: naaa, I don’t want that!  Yer sayin’ weird things; I gotta lighten the mood~!

Shu: I wasn’t really that offended.  But I do wonder if you’ll receive proper nutritional value when you eat things like that.

Mika: eh...?  Then perhaps Oshi-san...is worried about me... ♪

Shu: that’s not it.  This crowd is making me feel ill, and if you eat something like that next to me, my mood will only get worse.

Mika: na~  Oshi-san, I know ya don’t like crowds.  ‘m sorry fer bringin’ ya to a place like this.

Shu: don’t apologize, it’s busy everywhere.  It’s impossible to find a quiet place right now.

Mika: (ahaha...right now, ‘s almost like Oshi-san’s bein’ kinda gentle.  Well, usually he’d jes’ say somethin’ about how I’m a ‘failure of a doll’  Normally he wouldn’t even come with me t’ a place like this.  But even if it’s a little busy, ‘m glad yer with me.  

Even though y’ didn’t want t’ do the ‘school festival’ at all, y’ had a change o’ heart.  ‘n then ya went t’ see yer friends perform, and it really did seem like ya were enjoyin’ yerself; it was nice t’ see ya that way.  ‘s always more fun t’ enjoy somethin’ than t’ have bad feelings, and it makes me happy t’ see Oshi-san happy~ ♪

Though, speakin’ of fun ...’s the last festival fer Tsumu-chan-senpai as part of Switch, and when we joined they mentioned wantin’ t’ make fun memories.  At th’ time, I wondered whether Oshi-san might be thinkin’ the same thing, but maybe ‘s not really like him.  

I think I understand, now, though - mebbe fer him, goin’ t’ see what his friends are doin’ and wanderin’ around like this are those kinda fun memories, even if he doesn’t admit it)

Shinobu: thank you for waiting-de gozaru!  Here’s some yellow cotton candy-de gozaru~ ♪  Eh, it’s fluffy and delicious?  Ehehe, you saying that makes this all worthwhile-de gozaru!

Mika: (naa, that tiny child is workin’ hard.  He’s makin’ cotton candy... he’s tryin’ his best, it makes me wanna support ‘im when I see that ♪)

Shu: Kagehira.  What is it?  Do you see something good?

Mika: uh...I’m... O-Oshi-san!  There!  Would ya look over there!?

Shu: don’t yell.  Are you telling me to look because of food again?

Mika: nope - here; here, a lottery stall!  Ya get a stuffed animal fer excellent luck~  Medium luck gets ya a little stuffed toy, ‘n ya get a mascot fer small luck!  They’re real cute so I’d be happy t’ get one, but the mascots are kinda cute too so any prize is good... ♪

Shu: cute?  You have no eye for beauty; those toys and mascots are quite plain.  That sort of description would only be accurate for a doll like Mademoiselle.

Mika: yep, Mado-nee is really beautiful ‘n cute.  Speaking of which, though, where is she?  I haven’t seen ‘er since we went on break.

Shu: I didn’t want to bring her out here, so she’s resting back in the green room.

Mika: yeah.  There’s people everywhere t’day.

Shu: regardless, do you want to try the lottery?

Mika: y-yeah...um, I’d like t’ do it t’gether, if ya wanna... ♪

Shu: I don’t really have a right to say otherwise; you accompanied me to the theater club performance, so it’s only fair if I draw the lotto with you.

Mika: uwa, thank ya kindly, Oshi-san!

‘Scuse me, can we get two lotto draws, please... ♪

Ah, ‘s better if ya draw with yer favorite paper, right?  *rummaging sounds*... well, here it is

Shu: .......

Mika: Oshi-san, are ya done drawin’?

Ehehe, I wonder what we got, my heart’s poundin’ in excitement  ♪

Eh, small luck?  Didja get the same?  ‘m happy t’ get the same as Oshi-san~ ♪

Ah, I c’n choose my favorite mascot?  N~... if that’s th’ case, I’ll pick this one!

Shu: once again, you’ve picked the most unappealing one.

Mika: really?  Ya don’t think this zombie mascot is cute?  I thought it was kinda appropriate seein’ as how we’re puttin’ on a haunted house ‘n all.

So?  Which one’re ya gonna pick?

Shu: I don’t need any.  Choose whichever one you’d like.

Mika: wah, really?  Um, um ...~ yep, I’ll get this one!  There, I got two cute ‘n scary mascots.  ‘m gonna decorate my room when we get home~ ♪

(Goin’ around the ‘school festival’ with Oshi-san and drawin’ the lotto t’gether, those seem like pretty good memories t’ me.  Fer the rest of my life, I won’t ferget this day... ♪)

Translation Notes:

* - okonomiyaki is essentially a type of savory pancake

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