#Mezzo Forte

[cr4yolaas]

mezzo forte — birthday boy

track 2: homesick for a person | masterlist | track 4: the horse

hajime feels heavy on her couch. his head has been pumped full with compressed air and is bound to burst if he gets up. he hates the vulnerability that comes with being drunk.

"...yeah, i'll text sakusa and have him pick haji up tomorrow. just get home safely. bye, tooru."

all he can see is her back, but he can envision the expression she's making right now — brows furrowed, the inside of her cheek caught between her teeth, and a collection of creases on her forehead. he wants to laugh. but the pressure on his body is too much of a burden to bear, so instead, he waits.

she turns around to meet his sleepy, weary face, riddled with exhaustion and ache that she doesn't want to imagine experiencing herself. "'m sorry i couldn't get you a gift," she whispers. her hands adjust the blanket she'd draped over him moments prior, ensuring the fabric reaches up to his shoulders. "i wasn't too sure what you'd like. i feel like i get you the same thing every year."

the couch dips with her weight as she sits beside him. apologies spill from her tongue, but he can't quite hear them over the ringing in his ears. "it's alright. don't need a present when i have you, anyways," is all he can muster under heavy, alcohol-ridden breaths before he falls victim to his own slumber.

there's a pause in the air. she's the only one awake to feel it.

under the influence, people are bound to say words they don't mean. they're bound to form sentences that bear no real representation of their true thoughts, thus leading to misconceptions. she figures this is one of those moments.

beneath the cave of her chest, her heart beats faster than it should — so much so that it's unhealthy. his words, construed from what she assumes to be a place of inebriation, render her immobile, and she fights a long-winded battle with herself about the truth of it all.

frankly, she doesn't want to believe it.

hajime was a straightforward man; that much was an inarguable fact that had maintained its consistency throughout the course of their lives. he expressed what was necessary. and so, if he could not — or rather, would not — voice any means of reciprocation for whatever had been boiling and bubbling in every inch of her being when he was sober, she would take that as the truth. for now.

a headache cracks away at her skull. too many thoughts spiral without any end, and she wants nothing more than to rid herself of them.

the blue light of her laptop burns her retinas, but she figures it's the reasonable solution. the safest solution. garageband slowly opens up, and a small tab of her notes sits in the corner, etched with another love letter yet to be littered throughout another melody. something in her chest aches and burns. she can't escape it.

somewhere in the middle of it all, the man beside her stirs awake. she fails to notice the soft groan he releases nor the shift of his body to a more comfortable position. he's met with the blaring screen propped up on her knees and a soft instrumental pouring from the speakers of her computer, the volume low enough that he has to strain his ears to capture it completely. his eyes fall to the lines that take up the other half of her screen.

it's different. he recalls her other lyrics being vague, hinting at a feeling that he didn't know of himself. but something is more explicit in these words, and the lines form between the dots scattered throughout his brain, albeit blurred.

in his limbo between sobriety and intoxication, hajime finds himself fighting against the belief that it isn't him. that, in the words she so carefully crafts, he isn't the one she thinks of — but he wants to be.

♪ hi i've risen from my deathbed !!

♪ i hope this chapter made sense </3 i'm not cooking very hard with the pacing of this smau

♪ yn freaked out about tooru visiting irl and got all of the excitement out of her body before texting the gc so she didn't seem too hyper LOL

♪ the bday dinner was a mess ... they didnt even make reservations bc they werent initially planning on going out to eat so they kept going around in a big group trying to see which restaurant had available seating ... it did not go well

♪ everyone kept calling iwa the bday boy and he kept drinking to distract himself from it (out of spite) but it did not go as planned clearly

♪ imo haji has a pretty low alcohol tolerance despite having a "tough guy" exterior. it's one of his gap moes iykwim

♪ yn has been using garageband since hs and never changed to any of the apps that her label recommends bc she's scared of using a different interface </3

♪ i don't have much to say i just want to work on the next couple of chapters already

♪ but i think by this point i've decided this smau isn't going to be as long as blue spring, esp bc i don't have much to establish on the main dynamics btwn oiks iwa and yn given that they have such a long history together

♪ but idk !! we'll see where my heart leads me

♪ i already feel kinda uninspired for this smau which hurts my heart bc i really liked the concept and there was sm hype for it but i feel like it was never meant to be a long story yk

♪ sorry there's my impending doom rant

♪ i hope u all enjoyed <3

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[thatanimescreencapguy]

Mezzo Forte OVA

[roseillith]

MEZZO FORTE (2001) dir YASUOMI UMETSU

[setteidreams]

Medley of Design (Yasuomi Umetsu doujinshi) is now available on Patreon.

44 pages in 800dpi.

[mrawkweird]

I wanna give a quick shout out to the upcoming anime Virgin Punk

Very special for being the return of Director Umetsu Yasuomi who in charge of Kite and Mezzo Forte.

Both famous for their hardcore 90's anime pulp feel aaaaaaand the fact that they both have hardcore sex scenes.

Allegedly the only reason both of them (or at least Mezzo Forte) even got made was because the only people who would take his pitch were companies in the hentai biz, so he had to add those scenes in. It might actually be true in Mezzo Forte's case as those scenes as far as I know have no plot significance, hell, one of them was just a damn dream.

Anyways for someone who possibly hasn't directed in nearly 30 years he seems to have not missed a step

There's just that particular style where you wouldn't even have to be told who it was to know exactly who made it because if you came up during a certain period of time you would be very familiar. Thanks, Newgrounds.

That man has a clear vision in mind and ain't nobody gonna tell him anything.

[demifiendrsa]

Virgin Punk - PV1

The first installment of the Clockwork Girl anime series, Virgin Punk, will first be shown at Cine Libre Ikebukuro and Osaka's Theatre Umeda in Japan in early summer 2025.

Key visual

Staff

Director: Yasuomi Umetsu Series Composition: Yūya Takahashi Script: Yūya Takahashi Music: Yoshiaki Dewa Original creator: Yasuomi Umetsu Character Design: Yasuomi Umetsu Art Director: Yuki Funagakure and Yūshi Honjō Mechanical design: Niθ Sound Director: Shōji Hata Director of Photography: Rei Egami and Takayuki Aizu Art Setting: Shinichi Yokota Assistant Art Director: Mizuki Saitō Color design: Yasuko Watanabe Editing: Rie Matsubara Main Animator: Genichirō Abe, Maho Kando, and, Shinya Takahashi Prop Design: Naoko Kouda and Shinya Nishizawa Sub-Character Design: Keita Matsumoto 3DCGI: Cre-p Co., Ltd., Dandelion Animation Studio, Moe, SHAFT Animation Production: SHAFT

[dedtoot]

he should've been at the club

[adhdnojutsu]

tachi "movie poster" inspired by the art of Yasuomi Umetsu (Kite, Mezzo).

[ventureanime]

Mezzo TV I post anime gifs of my own production. Subscribe, friends!

[phonographica]

Mezzo Forte – Fortissimos (1991)

[cr4yolaas]

mezzo forte — homesick for a person

track 1: by the shore | masterlist | track 3: tbd

she feels his footsteps before she hears his knuckles rapping against the door. he knows it’s unlocked (it always is, despite his complaints about her safety), but he continues to knock, his consideration for her privacy at the forefront of his concerns.

a soft groan leaves her lips at the realization that he won’t let up until she gets up and opens the door herself (not that she doesn’t want to see him, but she’s afraid that she’ll lose all her flow). the wheels of her chair roll against the floor and her feet fall heavily, almost begrudgingly, on their path to the entrance of her studio.

she’s greeted with hajime’s figure basked in sunlight. clearly, the blistering heat hadn’t been very kind to him, so she ushers him in before she notices the food in his hands and his keys jangling from his pocket. neither of them say anything for a while, not until she finishes cleaning up her space and closing out the tabs. he notices the notebook — the same one he gifted her in their senior year — resting atop her keyboard. he fights the grin that crawls up to his face.

“sorry for making you wait,” she exclaims while pushing her chair back in. “i’m almost done with the rhythm for the third song, so i’m super excited. this is the third time they’ve sent it back for re-evaluation though, so i’m a little pissed.”

hajime shakes his head. “it’s all good. i just came over to remind you to take a break.”

she laughs at his response. she doesn’t realize the effect it has on him, the same way he doesn’t realize how giddy his care makes her feel. “thanks, haji. what’d you get?” she questions, her chin motioning towards the plastic bag in his grasp, a habit she picked up from him, which he picked up from his mother.

“food from home. mostly for you.”

it’s serene. the sun still rests high in the sky, its strings of light filtering through her windows and drenching every crevice of the studio. it’s just them.

she almost finds it ironic, how his name is etched in every page of notes and her affections for him are inscribed within the lyrics she was scribbling down moments before he arrived, and he sits beside her oblivious to it all. instead, he stuffs a spoonful of adobo and rice into his mouth, all while signaling for her to eat. she recognizes the recipe, one curated by his lola (but not the one with the arroz caldo recipe), its signature load of peppercorn graciously littered throughout the bowl he’d prepared for her. something in her heart jitters, and her stomach jumps in unison. her eyes fall to the space beside her, occupied by the one who she can’t seem to get over. she realizes how homesick she’s been, but not exactly for her home — rather, for him.

they eat in a comfortable silence. hajime hunches over on her couch, his grasp on his own bowl firm. she’s much slower in comparison, but he doesn’t complain. he waits. just as he always has.

“you wanna make up for friday?” he asks as she packs away the tupperware. he’s staring at her, and she’s painfully aware of it.

“yeah, of course.”

——

the café is loud. more than usual, despite it being a weekday.

“…iced matcha for her. thank you.”

she reaches into her phone case for her card, the plastic peeling off the device with a small pop. hajime already has cash in his hands, however, and before she can protest, the money is already inside the cash register. she nearly deflates.

“you should’ve let me pay,” she argues, albeit lightheartedly, as they traverse through countless bodies and tables to find a seat of their own. “you know i don’t mind.”

“‘s not an issue. it’s a little rude to make you pay after i’ve forced you outside, anyways.”

she clicks her tongue, but there’s no genuine displeasure on her features. they sit adjacent to each other. hajime’s leg bounces up and down, and her fingers find solace in their fidgeting.

“how was your trip?” he asks. his hands are crossed against his chest and he leans back against the chair, but his eyes are entirely on her. “the pictures you sent looked really nice.”

her back straightens up, and he knows he’s about to sit through a ten minute long ramble. he doesn’t mind, not one bit. he listens to every detail — the granny that reminded her of his own selling desserts on the roadside, the quality of the melons, the plethora of flower fields that stretched on for miles. he wants to experience it himself, but he decides that hearing it from her is more than enough.

there’s a pause as they take sips from their own drinks. iced black coffee for him, and an iced matcha latte for her. another constant in their relationship. he watches the tips of her fingers wrap around her straw as she takes long sips, the skin marred with blisters and indents. she watches him hold his cup from the rim, the straw sitting between the space created by his hand.

she releases a content sigh before copying his position, forgoing the crossed arms and instead opting to let her hands rest on her lap. “are you doing anything for your birthday?” she asks, although, for once, she isn’t looking at him. he follows her gaze out the window to see a little boy donning a paper hat, the printed decorations signifying a celebration.

“‘m not sure,” the man muses. in truth, the thought of his birthday hadn’t crossed his mind for a while, given the stress of the olympics. “i don’t have anything specific in mind. honestly, with how our schedule is right now, i don’t even know if i’d have the time to celebrate.”

a small hum escapes her lips before he gets up to discard their cups. the thought reverberates for a while, and she finds herself stumped at the situation laid out before her.

♪ i was too lazy to change the contact names for sho and kou for the planning gc but just know that tooru has silly names for them on his phone

♪ haji has more lolas than he can count tbh (i'm projecting). sometimes they show up at his and his parents' house unsolicited and sleep over for weeks on end, but they cook good food and bring lots of souvenirs from the philippines so no one complains (i'm projecting again)

♪ i hope u guys understand the peppercorn struggle </3 i loveee adobo but the rare occasion that i bite into a huge peppercorn and my mouth goes up in flames and bitterness is the worst

♪ msby 4 was so thankful for haji's normalcy they were all about to skip practice for a week if it went on

♪ haji didn't just drop her off at her place, but he walked her up to her apartment and gave her roommates a small serving of adobo <33 he's so man core

♪ also as soon as the group landed yn took her own taxi to her studio she was brimming with ideas LOL. the gfs are used to it so no complaints from them

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[zumicho]

You are officially my favourite favourite writer ever. Stamped, amazing, life, changed.

Ok love you girl don’t die 🫶🎀🩰

HELLO? THANK YOU NONNIE WHAT??

[memeing-trombonist]

I have confirmed that this has happened to other people as well.

[anju45]

𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝘼𝙍𝙔

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[avaneshop]

Mezzo DSA gashapon figure of Mikura in Waitress outfit

(available here)

[dedtoot]

realest easter egg