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thejoyofviolentmovement · 2 years ago
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Montréal-based collective TEKE: TEKE – Yuki Isami (flute, shinobue and keys), Hidetaka Yoneyama (guitar), Sergio Nakauchi Pelletier (guitar), Mishka Stein (bass), Etienne Lebel (trombone), Ian Lettree (drums, percussion) and Maya Kuroki (vocals, keys and percussion) — initially began as loving homage and tribute band of legendary Japanese guitarist Takeshi “Terry” Terauchi, featuring a collection…
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7-3-softie · 2 months ago
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Coke in the Midas Touch
UPDATED: 10/1/24
This is my first ever attempt at writing for the JJK fandom, specifically for my favorite 7:3 ratio sorcerer, Nanami. So, I hope I did the character justice. (This is also my first attempt at writing smut after having many years of reading it, so please be nice).
Summary description: Nanami Kento, after having left the Jujutsu society in exchange for a normal job as a salaryman, encounters the new hire at work who slowly becomes the object of his affections the more that she becomes the office scapegoat; Villain!Nanami.
Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that I am not Japanese, nor am I an expert in Japanese work culture. So, if there are some things wrong, or inaccurately portrayed, I do apologize.
Content warning: use of Y/N, reader insert is afab and referred to as such, sexual themes, sex between characters, violence between characters, adults being overgrown children and should behave better at their grown ages but they don't, toxic work culture, pawa-hara culture.
WC: 12.7 K (it's a novel, I'm sorry)
Minors Do Not Interact
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When Nanami Kento first laid eyes on her, he thought that she was unassuming. 
On her very first day of work, he remembers that she was stood at the front of the office with the associate manager of the sales department, making the standard introduction of any new hire.
“Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you all! My name is Y/N! I will try to do my best! Please take care of me!” Which was then followed by a full 45 degree bow at the waist. 
He noted that her eyes were bright and filled with some semblance of hope. Nanami also cynically wondered how quick it would be for the corporate overlords, demanding deadlines, and lack of work-life balance to crush her spirit. 
He had only been at this company for the past two, almost three, years, but he was already jaded to begin with. 
She was assigned to be under his supervision for the training period, which Nanami found to be somewhat irritating. It wasn’t anything against her, he just knew that he wasn’t exactly the nicest person in the office, nor did he have the patience to deal with new hires. Somehow, they always ended up under his direct supervision for training purposes. Maybe it was his superior’s way of tormenting him given the fact that he refused to engage in the locker room talk that the male employees would have about the female staff or that he didn’t partake in the after work get-togethers at the local bars where they would all drink themselves silly. Or maybe it was his superior's way of letting him know that he was doing a “great job” by giving him more tasks, because they knew that they could count on Nanami to do proper work. 
Nanami would like to think that it was the latter. However, he knew better than that. 
“Your desk is located over here, by Nanami-san. He’ll be the one that will assist you with your orientation period.” She’s led over by the associate manager to the empty desk that sits beside Nanami. “If you have any questions, refer to him. He’s been at the company for the past several years and has done a fine job of it.”
Nanami gets up from his desk to greet them as they approach. “You speak too highly of me, Akiyama-buchou,” Nanami rebukes, attempting to remain humble. His eyes fall from associate manager Akiyama to the new hire. “Nanami Kento. Pleased to meet you.” He bows. 
She bows, holding a box of items. “Pleased to meet you!” her voice chipper.
“Now, before I leave, do you have any questions for me?” Akiyama asks her.
She shakes her head. “No, sir.”
“Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it, then.” He promptly turns away, heading to his desk that was sectioned off in his own private office, leaving both Nanami and the new hire.
Alone. Somewhat.
Together.
She turns to face Nanami, placing the box of personal belongings on her desk, a small smile still on her face. “So…what should we get started on first?” 
And thus, began a somewhat tentatively professional relationship between Nanami and the new hire. Every time she saw him first thing in the morning when the both of them were coming into the office, she would be quick to greet him with a cheerful: “Good morning, senpai!” that would be followed with vigorous waving. She always attempted to make conversation with him whenever she could, included him in small talk with other coworkers around the office, got him coffee whenever it was her turn to do the coffee runs even when he didn’t request anything or want anything in particular (and she wouldn’t allow him to pay her back for going out of her way). When the days would end, if she were to cross paths with Nanami while on they’re way out, she would give him that same vigorous wave while saying: “Have a good night, senpai! Get home safely!” 
Nanami wasn’t entirely too sure if she wanted something out of him or if she was just this nice all the time. Given, however, his previous experience with seeing the worst out of humanity and in the dealings of curses and cursed energy by proxy as a jujutsu sorcerer, could one really blame him? 
Then again. Would it be too terrible for him to consider that maybe, just maybe… that out of all the shitty people in this world… that there was at least one good person that existed to make up for it? 
Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.
~
“Good morning, senpai!” Nanami was greeted by her in the break room while he was getting a cup of coffee from the communal coffee machine. 
Nanami glances over his shoulder to look at her. “Good morning.” He keeps his responses short. 
There’s a small silence that follows between the two of them, the only sounds being the steady drip of the coffee machine and the whirring of the employee communal refrigerator. For Nanami, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was actually welcome. 
“Nanami-senpai.”
He turns to face her, holding the cup of coffee in his hand, staring at her quizzically. 
“There was talk…about wanting to go out after work for drinks, and I was wondering if-”
“No, thank you. I’m not interested.” Nanami’s response is immediate, as if he doesn’t have to think twice about it. He’s beyond accustomed to rejecting the offers to spend time with his co-workers outside of work. 
The next words die in her throat as soon as she hears Nanami’s dismissal. A sinking feeling of dejection fills her chest as Nanami rejects her offer, but she’s quick to push the feelings aside, trying to not let them deter her mood.  
“May I ask you something?” Nanami can sense the hesitancy in the question, almost as if she were afraid to ask it. 
“Sure.” 
“Forgive me if this is too forward, but why is it that you never care to partake in festivities outside of the professional setting? I mean, I’ve seen you reject offers from other colleagues around the office, higher-ups like Akiyama-buchou, and even offers from Fumiko-senpai! And she’s one of the prettiest women in the office!”
Nanami squints his eyes in confusion. “Wait, how did you hear about that?”
“She talked about it one morning while she was at the copier with Aiko-senpai. I was within earshot of their conversation. She seemed pretty upset by it.” 
I would have thought that she would have taken the hint by now, given the fact that this is the fourth time that she’s asked me out, and it’s my fourth time rejecting her, Nanami thought sullenly to himself. Nonetheless, he answers her question. “Listen to me, Y/N-chan, I’m not here to mix my personal life with my professional life. I’m simply here to clock in, do what’s expected of me for my role in this company, and clock out so I can earn enough money to make at least a decent living in this hellscape of a society. Nothing more, nothing less.”
She shrinks back just a tiny bit as he speaks, fearing that she may have crossed an unspoken boundary that he had set for himself.  She continues with her questioning. “And… What about what the superiors think? Doesn’t their opinion of you matter in the long run of your employment here? I mean… don’t you want to move up in the ranks?” 
“To be frank, I could care less about what they think. They already take up enough of my time here, they don’t need to take up anymore outside of my working hours. I hate overtime.” He turns to leave the break room, realizing how much time he’s wasted there in the breakroom, talking to her. He needs to get back to his desk.
“Nanami-senpai,” she says, almost bewildered. There was a hint of admiration behind it though. To her, he had a backbone that she could only dream of. 
He pauses at the door, his hand on the knob. He glances up at her over his shoulder, a somewhat cynical glint to his eyes. “To put it lightly, Y/N-chan, there are worse things out there than upset higher-ups simply because you told them ‘no’.” His mind flashes back to seeing the bodies of his dead friends on cold metal examination tables in the morgue room of Jujutsu Tech. The wails of curses and dying humans echo in his ears as he reminisces on his times as an up and coming Jujutsu sorcerer, but he doesn’t dare falter. 
She nods, her gaze landing on her hands that were intertwined together, digesting what he had to say. “I understand, senpai.”
There’s a pregnant pause before he faces the door again, his hand turning the knob on the door. 
“No… no, I don’t think you do, Y/N-chan.”
He opens the door to see Fumiko outside. He gives her a small polite smile and a nod before making his way around her to get back to his desk.  
Fumiko watches as he leaves, a look of longing on her face. She turns to look at Y/N and a surly look crosses her face. She enters the breakroom, heading to the coffee machine with an empty mug in her hands. 
The tension in the air was thick enough that either one of them could cut it with a knife. 
Fumiko didn’t say a word to her, but Y/N knew that in her heart of hearts that she’s done something terribly wrong to grossly piss one of her seniors off. 
~
At first, it started off small. 
Her orders were conveniently forgotten when the coffee runs or lunch runs were being made. Other office workers started to hand off their assignments to her, making her workload three times what it originally was supposed to be, making late nights a near constant for her. Anytime something went wrong in the office, to miniscule things like if if the copier ran out of ink and it wasn’t replaced as quickly as possible, to major things like if certain papers or documents weren’t delivered to another department in a timely manner, then she would be a scapegoat for the blame. 
She didn’t say a word about it to anyone, however. It’s not like she was in a position to be complaining about it. She knew that if she were to say anything, then she would be called “ungrateful”, “lazy”, and that “she should be lucky that any job decided to hire her on”.
Nanami noticed fairly quickly what was going on and found himself to be disgusted by the behavior of his co-workers. This wasn’t the first time that a stunt like this was pulled on the new hires. There was an old mentality that still existed of newcomers needing to “prove themselves” or “earn their place amongst their peers”. He honestly thought that this kind of stuff would have ended the moment that he graduated from secondary school and entered into the workforce, thinking that full fledged adults would learn how to properly behave and conduct themselves in a mature manner.
Needless to say, he was dead wrong about that. Some of them get even worse with old age. 
Though he's learned to separate his professional feelings from his personal feelings, it would be untruthful to say that the current behavior towards Y/N-chan didn’t bother him in the slightest. 
He minded. He minded a great deal, actually.
She was good. She was kind to others. She certainly didn’t deserve this kind of treatment. Frankly, no one ever deserved that kind of treatment no matter who they were. 
Nanami strolls into work bright and early one morning to find her hunched forward on her desk, completely passed out. He notes that there were papers that were scattered across the surface and that there was a pen still lodged in her hand. She must have spent the night here. 
He set his stuff down on his desk before turning to her and placing a hand on her shoulder to gently rock her awake. 
“Y/N-chan, you need to wake up,” he says softly. 
He goes to stand behind her chair and places his other hand on her forehead to help sit her up, hoping that the motion and change in position will help stir her awake. 
“Y/N-chan, Akiyama-buchou will be in shortly, you need to wake up so you don’t end up in trouble.”
There’s a solid minute that passes before Nanami hears a groggy: “Mmm… senpai?” 
He lets out a chuckle before stepping back to sit at his desk. “Did you spend the night here last night?”  
“Mmhmm,” she yawns as she stretches out her arms well above her head and leans up against her chair. “I had to finish up the final reports for the department quarterly review. They’re due at the end of this week.”
Nanami pauses, then his eyes narrow. “I thought that was Kakuta-san’s responsibility to take care of that,” he says, his voice a tad stern.
“Yeah, well… he asked me to do it.”
“He shouldn’t have.”
Y/N is silent for a moment before she starts to organize the papers on her desk into a more orderly fashion. The next words that come out are small and downtrodden. “It’s not like I can say no to my superiors, Nanami-senpai.”
“Kakuta-san is not your superior, he’s your co-worker. He shouldn’t be passing off his assigned work tasks onto you. Matter of fact, none of these people in this office should be passing off their assigned tasks onto you.” He had a much more choice word to use for his colleagues but he bit his tongue. 
At this point, Nanami felt like he was scolding his own child rather than his junior.
You try telling them that, Y/N thought snidely to herself. She let his comments roll off her back. “Look, I’m almost finished with the report, senpai. It’s really not that big of a deal.” 
His gaze is hard. “You’re sure?” 
Y/N matches his demeanor, getting a little annoyed with his constant chastising. Her eyebrows slightly furrow as she sits up a tad taller, looking Nanami square in the eye. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me. I can handle it,” Y/N snaps. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work. I’ve already wasted enough time here.”
He watches as she busies herself with the paperwork on her desk, a sour taste remaining in his mouth, making him purse his lips together into a tight line. Nanami briskly turns away, not wanting to add further dissension to their discourse. 
~
Things went from bad to worse.
On the days that she was supposed to have off, she would be called into the office to work grueling hours, usually from seven in the morning until midnight, leaving her with little to no free time. Interactions with her co-workers and her superiors became more and more hostile. The shift of blame became a near constant everytime that she was in office, the accusations becoming increased in severity, some of which would have Akiyama-buchou screaming at her in front of the entire office staff which, at times, would reduce her to tears. 
The mental and emotional stress was starting to take a physical toll on Y/N. The bags underneath her eyes were becoming darker, she had no appetite to eat anything, thus making some of her clothes start to fit a little looser. Her hair was starting to slowly come out in clumps and sleepless nights were starting to become the norm.
The anxiety and fear was starting to eat her alive, and Y/N was exhausted.
Nanami was silently noticing the events unfolding before him, and found the actions of his colleagues to be reprehensible. He’s grown to care for Y/N-chan. More than he would like to admit, but somehow she’s managed to worm her way into his heart. 
He tried finding little ways to combat the workplace harassment that Y/N-chan was facing. Tiny things, nothing too grand or extravagant that would draw attention. 
When Y/N-chan found herself swamped with work (realistically speaking, the work of others that they, continuously, passed onto her) and unable to leave her desk, not even to take a lunch break, Nanami would stop by the vending machines, leaving extra snacks on her desk when she wasn’t paying attention to the world around her. The mornings that he would find her passed out cold on her desk from pulling an all-nighter at the office, he would visit the little coffee shop across the street and “accidentally” order two cups of coffee instead of one. Just like the vending machine snacks, he would leave the cup at the corner of Y/N-chan’s desk for her to wake up to. When she would ask him about it, noticing that they were both from the same place, he would always say the same thing to her: “They accidentally gave me two. Rather than waste the extra on me, I figured that you would need it a bit more than I do.” which was then quickly followed by a “no, you don’t need to pay me back”. The times that Y/N would find herself alone in the office during the lunch breaks that the staff would take, Nanami would stay behind at his desk beside hers and silently eat his lunch. The days that he noticed she hadn’t brought any food with her, he would offer part of his lunch. It was second nature at this point, but she would always refuse, saying that she wasn’t hungry.
Whenever Y/N felt her emotions get the better of her, she would hide in the supply closet and take a moment to try and recollect herself. As a grounding point, she would try to think that her family and friends (what little she had of them) love and care about her, and other times, she would think of the small acts of kindness that Nanami would show towards her. 
She would be forever grateful for him. Even if she wouldn’t verbally say it out loud to him. 
At some point, though, the tension reached a head, and Nanami couldn’t idly stand by anymore. 
 One afternoon, Nanami was leaving a meeting room with the other department leaders when he heard a loud cry ring out in the office, ripping him out of his reverie. He whips his head up to see Y/N barge out of the staff break room and rush past him, tears welling up in her eyes, and a large brown stain covered the front of her white blouse that she was wearing. Alarmed, he watches as she runs to the women's restroom, the door slamming behind her. 
What caught his attention next was the sound of laughter that came from the break room. A sinking feeling of dread sat in his chest, before the subtle burn of anger began to ignite in his heart. 
His eyes narrow as he saunters towards the breakroom, finding both Fumiko and Aiko standing there, giddy as school girls. They became deers in the headlights as soon as they saw Nanami. 
He noticed that Fumiko was holding an empty mug with coffee dribbling down the side of it.
“I saw Y/N-chan run out of here. She seemed upset,” he muses. “What happened?” 
The two women stare at him like gaping fish, neither one of them saying a word. 
A beat of silence passes before he speaks again, his eyes locked onto them. “Something clearly happened.” 
The sound of the coffee machine brewing in the corner of the room catches his attention. Nanami glances at Fumiko and Aiko from the corner of his eyes, his gaze disapproving, before walking over to the coffee machine. The smell of a freshly brewed pot assaults his senses as he approaches. He raises a hand and gently presses two fingers to the side of the pot. 
It’s hot. Scalding hot, actually. 
“Judging by the behavior of you two, I’m going to assume that you intentionally spilled hot coffee on Y/N-chan’s front,” Nanami muses, as if he were speaking to himself. He turns to face them, leaning up against the counter. “Am I wrong?”
Silence. 
Nanami knows that neither Aiko or Fumiko don’t have to say anything to explain themselves. 
He lets out a loud sigh and raises a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “That’s what I thought.” 
After finally getting the answers that he needed, Nanami pushes off the counter, wasting no time to grab the first-aid kit as he exits the breakroom, heading towards the women's restroom.
Y/N is sitting on the toilet, her blouse pulled open as she applies wet tissues of toilet paper to the large burn on her chest in order to find some relief from the pain. 
She’s stopped crying, but now the feelings of embarrassment and shame are starting to set in.  
Leaning forward to hold her head in her hands with her elbows resting on her knees, all of the emotions that Y/N has been holding in for the past several months begins to boil over and comes to the forefront of her mind. The mistreatment from her colleagues and her superiors, the sleepless nights, the constant overtime (overtime that she was not adequately paid for, by the way), the endless workloads, etc. was laid out in front of her. 
Y/N never considered herself to be a downtrodden person, but having since been in this job, it was as if every single day she woke up with dread filling her chest. She tried to be a good sport about it, by trying to give herself some grace and the people that she worked with the benefit of doubt, and tried to rationalize their behaviors towards her. However, it was difficult to ignore the persistent hostility and how quick she was to be sold down the river whenever things went horribly wrong.
A lump rose in the back of her throat and tears began to well up in her eyes again. Her mind was beginning to create a snowball effect of everything that has happened ever since she started at this job. Her face crumbled, and the tears spilled over. 
A knock at the door brings her out of her mental turmoil. “Y/N-chan?” 
Nanami. 
“I have some burn ointment for you. I know it’s not much… but I hope that it will help with the pain.” 
Y/N grabs some extra toilet paper to wipe away at her face, and throws away the wet toilet paper that was stuck to her chest, before buttoning her blouse back up. She stands up and looks into the mirror, making sure that she was… somewhat presentable to her senpai. 
She cracks open the door and pokes her head out to see Nanami standing there with several packets of burn ointment presented in an open palm. 
“Thank you,” Y/N murmurs, reaching out to take the packets from him. 
“I’ll talk to Akiyama-buchou to see if you can get the rest of the day off,” Nanami says, letting his hand fall back to his side. “You clearly need it.” 
She looks up at him in worry. “N-no! That’s not-!” 
“Y/N-chan. You’re injured. You’re overworked. You need rest. I assure you that the office will not burn to the ground because you’re not in. I promise.” There was a tone of finality to his words. It was clear that there was no room for argument with him as Nanami had clearly made up his mind. 
A passive look forms on Y/N’s features before she nods once and disappears back into the restroom. 
What follows next are tense interactions and conversations had with others around the office as Nanami forcibly returned work assignments to those that had pawned off their work to Y/N. Those that protested were quickly met with an icy glare that shut them up immediately. 
The conversation with Akiyama left Nanami in a rather foul mood than he already was.
He straight up laughed in Nanami’s face when he said that Y/N would be taking the rest of the day off. 
“You can’t be serious! Since when do you actually give a shit about that little brat?” he guffaws. He looks like he’s about to start crying from laughing as if he’s been told the funniest joke in his life. 
Nanami doesn’t falter. His gaze is as hard as stone as he stoically answers, “The same way in which you fail to do your due diligence as a member of upper level management to ensure that the work environment that you create isn’t a hostile one. You’ve got the vindictiveness of a fourteen year old child. You’re pathetic, really.” 
Akiyama’s smug look quickly fades as Nanami speaks his piece, his face turning into a shade of dark red from being flustered and embarassed. 
Nanami has held in his emotions for the entirety of his professional career, but now he could give a damn. The floodgates have opened and now he’s speaking his mind. 
“Now, listen here-”
“Frankly, I don’t care what you have to say. You’re the most incompetent man that I’ve ever encountered and I’ve seen a fair amount of them. The immaturity, the lack of consideration on both a professional and personal level, the harassment that you feed your employees if they don’t meet your standards by even the most minute level. It’s despicable.”
“Nanami Kento-!”
“You’ve lost my respect… though, I never really had that much respect to give you in the first place.” 
The weight lifts off of his shoulders as he finishes speaking, though, the responsibility of getting you home safe and sound is still on his mind. 
“I’ll be escorting her home. Don’t expect to see me the rest of the day.”
“Nanami-!”
He briskly turns away before Akiyama can say anything to him, leaving the office and letting the door slam behind him. He stops by Y/N’s desk, gathering all of her belongings and putting them in her bag that hung on the back of her chair. 
“Y/N-chan? Are you ready?” Nanami asks, standing outside of the women's restroom.
“Um… I don’t think I’m really…presentable to leave the restroom…”
She poked her head out again, Nanami catching some glimpses of her white blouse with the large coffee stain on it. She looks a bit more put together, the puffiness in her face has somewhat dwindled.
Nanami pauses, before setting down both his and her items and shrugging out of his suit jacket. He gently nudges the door open a bit wider with his foot so they’re both face to face with each other as he tenderly places his suit jacket over Y/N’s shoulders, giving her a bit more coverage and allowing her to pull the sides of the jacket over the gigantic brown stain. 
A blush began to creep over her cheeks as she dropped her gaze from his, suddenly feeling bashful. 
“Thank you.” 
The two of them left, feeling all the eyes of the office workers on them as they departed. Akiyama came barging out of his office, screaming at the top of his lungs at their backsides.
Y/N startles, going to look over her shoulder at him, but Nanami stops her by putting an arm around her shoulders, forcing her to look forward. 
For the remainder of their trip back to Y/N’s apartment, he doesn’t remove his arm from around her shoulders. Nanami doesn’t know why he didn’t want to remove it from around her. Not a word is spoken between them… but for the both of them, it wasn’t uncomfortable. 
They were given strange looks by onlookers on the streets of Tokyo, but the pair were somewhat comfortable in their own little world. 
“You didn’t… have to do this, you know?” Y/N shyly says, risking a glance at him from the corner of her eyes. They’re now on the train, moving from the district of Shinjuku to Koto, where Y/N’s apartment was located. 
“I know I didn’t,” Nanami responds, looking down to meet her gaze. “I wanted to.” 
After some time, they eventually reach their desired train station in Koto. From there on, it’s a twenty minute walk to the apartment. 
“Will you come inside? I feel like I should make you a cup of tea or something…” Y/N says, shrugging off Nanami’s suit jacket to give back to him as they stand in front of the entrance to Y/N’s apartment.  
“That’s not necessary, Y/N-chan-”
“Please? It’s the least I can do. Especially after everything that you’ve done for me.” 
He ponders on it, before giving her a single nod with a small smile starting to grace his features. “If you insist, I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm. A cup of tea made by you sounds lovely.” 
She gives him a wide smile as she fishes into her purse to find her keys to let them into the apartment.
It was tiny, but that was to be expected. Slightly messy with various items strewn around the den and the kitchen areas, but nothing too egregious that Nanami couldn’t overlook. 
“I’ll put the kettle on if you’d like to have a seat. I’ll just be a moment,” Y/N says as she shuffles out of her high heels in the entryway. Trying to be sly, she immediately picks up the discarded clothes so that Nanami wouldn’t notice as she retreats into her bedroom so she can change out of the stained blouse and into a clean shirt. In a quick glance in a mirror that she has in her bedroom, she sees a rather large, angry red patch mark her chest where the coffee branded her. 
A flash of humiliation strikes through her core, but Y/N does her best to not dwell on it. Even if her chest is still throbbing from her injury, regardless of the ointment that Nanami was so kind to give to her. 
Nanami silently makes his way to the den and sits at the kotatsu table in the center of the room, letting the futon cover his lap, waiting patiently for Y/N to exit her room. 
She comes out of the bedroom, changed into a fresh set of casual clothes, and wastes no time getting started on the tea that she promised Nanami.
“I hope you don’t mind my appearance,” Y/N calls out, glancing over her shoulder to look at him. “I don’t think I could stand to be in that stained blouse another minute.” 
“Please don’t think I’m offended, Y/N-chan, I’m a guest in your home. I’d rather you be comfortable.”
Y/N gives him a toothy smile as she fills up the electric kettle with water. 
“I have sencha tea. Is that okay with you?” 
A singular nod. “Yes, that sounds lovely.”
To Y/N, it felt strange to have her senpai in her home, sitting at her little kotatsu table that he seemed rather too large for. She stole a look at him while he wasn’t paying attention and fought back a giggle, thinking of him as a bull in a china shop in her microscopic apartment. 
From the corner of his eye, Nanami noticed a pile of vinyl records leaned up against a record player. 
“Do you listen to vinyl, Y/N-chan?”
“I do, actually. I enjoy collecting records whenever I can.”
“Any particular genre?” 
“Hmm…my father was always big on music from the 50’s and the 60’s. I remember listening to a lot of cassette tapes and vinyls from those eras. He said that there was a certain romantic aspect that just couldn’t be replicated in today’s music.” Y/N comes into the den with two steaming mugs of tea, setting them both down onto the kotatsu. “However, he could be just a bit biased because that’s the music that he grew up on.” 
Nanami chuckles. “Just a bit. Thank you for the tea and hospitality, by the way, Y/N-chan. You didn’t have to do this.” He gently grips the handle of the mug and brings it to his lips, taking in a small sip. 
Y/N softly sighs, letting her shoulders slump the tiniest degree. “I felt like I needed to.” 
“Y/N-chan-”
“Senpai, I just…” She starts to wring her hands in front of her, suddenly nervous. “I just wanted to show my appreciation for all that you did for me when I was struggling. The snacks and coffees that you would leave at my desk, offering to share part of your lunch with me�� All sorts of things that you went out of your way to do for me, when you really had nothing to gain from it. I don’t know why you did it to begin with, but… I’ll be forever thankful to you that you did.” 
Seeing her be so open and candid with everything that had happened within the past several months, made Nanami reminisce on his old secondary school classmate, Yu Haibara. Perhaps that’s why he had such a fondness for Y/N. She shared a lot of characteristics that Haibara had.
Happiness. Genuine kindness. A fondness for life and living. 
Maybe that’s why Nanami was doing his damndest to try and help her.
Protect her. 
In a way that he wasn’t able to do for Haibara. 
Y/N notices Nanami’s silent reverie. “What are you thinking about?” 
“Hm? Oh… nothing in particular.”
Unconvinced, she prods a tiny bit more. “Are you sure? You look like you’re deep in thought about something.”
Nanami quickly changes the subject. “How’s your burn doing? It’s not hurting you too much, is it?”
At the mention of her injury, a flare of a dull ache makes its way to the front of her mind. She brings a hand up to her chest to rub at it. 
“It’s manageable.” 
He gives her a knowing look before getting up from the kotatsu and goes into the kitchen, grabbing a handful of paper towels and running them under cold water.
“Here, this should help.” He offers her the wet paper towels, but she simply stares at his hand. 
Y/N glances at his hand and back up to his face, before she reaches out to grip his wrist and uses his arm as leverage to pull herself up into a standing position. She doesn’t let go of his wrist.
“I hope… that you’ll allow me to thank you. Properly,” Y/N says, peering up at Nanami, a certain… emotion displayed that he wasn’t able to place his finger on. She takes a step closer to him, decreasing the distance between them. 
All Nanami could focus on in that moment was the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears and the sudden warmth that flushed into his cheeks, all of which led to one question in his mind: Where was she going with this?
“Seeing as how we’re being personal and open with one another, would it be silly of me to admit I sort of… developed a little bit of a crush on you?” Her eyes drift down from his for a moment, maybe due to embarrassment, before raising her eyes to meet his, a slight blush starting to color her cheeks. “I didn’t want to say anything at first, especially considering how you always preached about how you always separated your personal life with your professional life… but now feels like a good time to come clean.” She reaches up and gently places a hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth that his skin offered as her thumb tenderly stroked his cheekbone. 
Nanami’s heart feels like it's in his throat, unintentionally tensing up at the feeling of her hand on the side of his face. “Y/N-chan.” 
Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? This wasn’t the first time that a woman tried to be physically close to him, and all those other times he was able to gently reject their advances with ease. 
Why was she suddenly the exception to this rule? 
“Are you… uncomfortable with this?” she asks, unable to gauge his current state of mind due to his stunned silence. The last thing that Y/N wanted to do was encroach on his boundaries. 
Nanami remains silent, his eyes still locked onto her face. 
Y/N takes that as a sign to halt her advances. She begins to pull away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things awkward-” she begins to apologize, but finds herself cut short by the feeling of another mouth covering hers. 
Nanami, finally snapping out of his trance, allows himself to feel something for the first time in a long time. Gripping both sides of her face, he bends down and pulls her into a rather heated kiss, their teeth accidentally clacking against each other from the force of impact. 
Y/N, startled at first, melts into the kiss, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck to try and pull him closer to her, his hands sliding from her cheeks to thread his fingers through her hair, allowing him just a bit more grip on her. Y/N’s chest aches at her burn site at the friction of Nanami’s body against hers, but she could care less about it in the current moment. 
With her lungs screaming for oxygen, she pulls away, gasping. “Nanami-senpai!”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” he gasps out, trying to catch his breath. 
“Don’t be.”
They remain still for a moment, just taking in their presence. 
Nanami leans down to press his forehead against Y/N’s, closing his eyes. “It’s no secret that I’ve come to care for you, Y/N-chan. Perhaps, a bit more than I initially let on.” 
A breathy chuckle escapes from her. “Is that so?” 
He gives a small nod, a gentle smile forming on his face. “Yes.”
One of his hands, still entangled in her hair, falls from her head to softly grip the side of her neck, his thumb gently rubbing alongside her jawline. 
“I should have asked you this properly, before I got physical with you,” Nanami whispers. “Is this something that you would want to pursue, Y/N-chan? A relationship… with me?” 
A slight pause as Y/N digests his proposal, before she smiles and nods. “If you’ll have me.”
“I’ll always have you, so long as you put up with me and my broody behavior.” 
“You’re not broody.” She reaches up to softly push back several strands of hair that had fallen in his eyes. “Matter of fact, I find you to be very kind and considerate. I have all of the ‘extra coffees’ and vending machine snacks to thank you for.”
Y/N grabs at the hand that’s on the side of her neck and guides it down so that Nanami is now cupping one of her breasts through her shirt. She glances up at him, sucking in her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting to see what his next move will be. 
Filled with new found lust, and a rush of heat down to his groin, Nanami closes the gap between the two of them, pressing his lips to hers once more, allowing his tongue to slip past his lips and into her mouth, massaging hers with his own. There’s urgency to their motions now, their exhaled breaths coming out much harsher and heavier than before. 
Nanami’s hands slip underneath her shirt to fully cup her breasts, allowing him to roll her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. 
Y/N lets out a little squeak at the sensation, but takes it all in stride. She grabs at his clothes, attempting to undo his tie and the buttons to his shirt, but struggles at the Windsor knot on his tie, unsure how to loosen it. Nanami, lost in the moment, comes to at the sensation of her prying hands and quickly undoes his two piece suit at a much faster rate than Y/N ever could, stripping down to be completely bare and vulnerable in front of her. 
Y/N truly began to appreciate what a fine specimen Nanami was. He’s toned. He’s muscular. He’s built like a Greek god, if she was being totally honest with herself. 
She looks down at Nanami’s cock, sucking in a sharp breath when she notices how girthy it was. It wasn’t fully erect, but Y/N remembers some of her old friends from university going on about how some men are “growers”. Their words, not hers. 
“Can…can I?” she stutters out, her eyes locked onto his growing erection. 
“God, yes, please.”
She sinks to her knees in front of him, coming face to face with his cock. The sight alone makes Nanami’s respiration become labored. 
With gentle hands, she reaches out and grasps him at the base and points him upright. Her eyes glance up at him, trying to gauge his reaction, before pressing a kiss to the head. One hand goes to stroke the length as the other falls to massage his testicles. With a deep breath, and a whole lot of fraudulent courage, she sinks her head onto him, trying to take him in as much as she could without activating her gag reflex. 
“Y/N-chan…” Nanami gasps out, the warm, wet sensation of her mouth sending shockwaves through his core. His hands twitch by his sides, wanting to bury his fingers into the crown of her head, but he restrains himself, not wanting to rush her into things. 
Slowly, Y/N finds her rhythm. She begins to bob her head up and down his length with added vigor, her hand stroking the parts that her mouth cannot reach. Saliva begins to dribble from her mouth and down her chin, the more that she bobs her head. The sound of squelching fills the room as Y/N continues her assault on Nanami. 
Nanami’s head had fallen back and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. “Fuck, Y/N-chan,” he gasps out, foregoing his original plan of self control and reaching one of his hands to grasp at the back of Y/N’s head, desperate to try and hold onto something. He begins to move his hips, just enough to thrust forward to meet her mouth. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he tilts head forward to look down at Y/N to see her eyes locked onto his face as she persisted with her movements. She pulls off his length, but with the tip still in her mouth, she wraps her tongue around the tip and simply sucks. 
Nanami’s vision goes white for just a moment, and he swears that he had died and gone to heaven in that second. 
Y/N pops off his member, strings of saliva attaching from her mouth to Nanami, gasping for breath. He stands fully erect now, his cock now slapping against his abdomen the moment that Y/N lets go of him, and the tip begins to ooze with pre-ejaculate. She offers him a cheeky smile, meeting his wanton gaze with playfulness. “Is this to your liking, Nanami Kento?”
She leans forward and suckles one of his testicles into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his face. Something inside Nanami snaps, and he can no longer hold himself back anymore. 
“You little minx,” he rasps out, reaching down to push her shoulders back, putting some distance between the two of them. He pulls her up into a standing position, before reaching down to grasp at her hips. He pulls her into a feverish kiss, his lips entangling with hers. He lifts her up into the air, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist, giving him the freedom to blindly make his way from her living room to her bedroom. He gently sets her down on the edge of the bed, pulling away from the kiss. 
“Can I take your clothes off, Y/N-chan?” His hands grab at the hem of her shirt, waiting for her approval to do so. 
She nods, lifting her arms up over her head, making it easier for Nanami to pull her shirt off, leaving her bare-chested in front of him. The cool air hits her skin, making goosebumps start to rise throughout her trunk. 
Nanami takes in everything that she has to offer. Every curve, contour, stretch mark, including the large burn on her chest. A flash of anger flares up in his chest at the sight of it, but he does his best to extinguish it. He doesn’t want to sour the mood with a foul mood. 
Feeling his eyes on her, Y/N can’t help but become self conscious in his observant gaze as she instinctively raises her arms to cover her chest to make herself as small as possible. Nanami, however, notices her attempts to cover herself up and catches both of her wrists in his large hands, stopping her from doing so.
“Stop. You don’t need to hide yourself in front of me,” he says, nearly chastising her as he forces her arms back down to their sides. “I want to see all of you, as you have seen all of me.” He sinks to his knees in front of her and leans forward to press gentle kisses to her chest, making sure to linger his lips on her injury. “Will you allow me to make you feel good, Y/N-chan?” he asks, peering up at her with tender eyes. 
Y/N gives him a soft smile, threading her fingers through his hair. “I’d like that.” 
He returns the smile, before he presses his lips to hers once again, only this time it’s not as rushed and frenzied as before. It’s slow and reposeful, as if they don’t want to rush the moment to its end. 
Nanami, still on his knees, reaches up with both hands to cup her jaw, his thumbs smoothing at her cheek bones as he continues to kiss her. He begins to gently guide her back further onto the mattress, allowing her to lay down and for him more room to explore her body. He lets his hands trail from the sides of her face down to the hems of both the bottoms that she was wearing and her underwear. He pulls away just a fraction of an inch from her lips, looking into her eyes as he gets more of a hold on the clothing, silently asking her permission to remove the rest of her clothes.
Y/N instinctually lifts her hips up, giving Nanami the freedom to remove the rest of the barriers, leaving her totally bare in front of him. 
He sits between her legs, his eyes narrowing down on her center, before glancing back up to meet her gaze. “May I taste you?”
She nods, watching with heavy anticipation as he changes position so that he’s now flat on his stomach, now faced with the most intimate part of Y/N. It wasn’t an understatement to say that she was incredibly nervous. It had been some time since she last had sex with another man. 
Noting her silence and her tense position, Nanami asks her, “Are you alright?” 
His question pulls her out of her silent dilemma, realizing that he was locked in on her face.
She nods, not trusting her voice right now.
His eyes are quizzical, but he doesn’t push it any further. “You’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable, yeah?” 
She nods again.
“I think I’m gonna need a little more confirmation than that, Y/N-chan. I need you to actually say something.” 
A flush of heat makes its way towards her core at his command, arousing her a bit more than she would like to admit. “I… yes. I promise I’ll say something,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. 
He gives her a smirk. “Good girl.”
He hooks his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to him, his face now just mere nanometers away from her center. Maintaining eye contact with her, he flattens his tongue on her clit, massaging it with smooth, languid strokes. 
Y/N lets out a gasp at the sensation of his tongue on her, her head falling backwards on the pillow, letting the pleasure build from her core and flow throughout her body. 
Nanami starts out slow, letting her adjust to the stimulation before he begins to flick her clit at a rapid pace, trying to build on her satisfaction. His eyes never leave her face as he continues with his movements. Reaching further around, he uses his hands to spread her lips wide open and sucks her clit between his lips.
“My god, Nana-mi-senpai,” she moans, her toes curling at the feeling of him sucking her in. Unable to make sense of what to do with herself, her hands fly to her chest grabbing at her breasts. She begins to pant now, the pleasure beginning to build upon itself as Nanami’s tongue continues to ravish her. The waves are crashing over each other now, and the familiar coil within Y/N’s abdomen starts to tighten, alerting her of her impending orgasm. 
Switching tactics, Nanami diverts his attention to her opening. Replacing his tongue with this thumb on her clit, he gently prods his tongue through, thrusting it in and out.
“Nanami!” Y/N cries out, jerking at the sensation. She squirms and twists at his ministrations, unable to maintain her composure anymore, before he uses his other hand to flatten it on her abdomen, in an effort to hold her still. She glances down at him to see his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his fingers splayed out on her abdomen, a warning look in his eyes, as if to say don’t move. He brings his mouth back up to her clit and presses a single kiss to the sensitive nub before, for lack of a better word, devouring her. He engulfs her entire clit into his mouth before suckling on it and his tongue furiously stroking her, trying to fully push her over the edge and bring her to orgasm. 
The coil within Y/N tightens further and further the more Nanami’s mouth works her, the pressure within herself mounting to an almost uncomfortable point. Her hands fly down to grab at Nanami’s hair, desperately trying to anchor herself to something, but she’s quickly getting swept up into shockwaves of ecstasy. 
With one final suck, the coil snaps and Y/N is rendered completely helpless as her orgasm comes crashing over her in waves. She lets out a loud cry as her abdomen clamps down on itself, her body shaking with each pulse of her core, her hands becoming a vice grip in his hair. 
Nanami’s moans at the feeling of her hands in his hair, releasing her core free from the confines of his lips, panting out several breaths before going in with his tongue again to lap at her release. Y/N jerks at the sensation, slowly becoming overwhelmed with the constant stimulation.
As Y/N comes down from her high, she looks down to Nanami giving him a weak, breathy chuckle, gently untangling her fingers from his hair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 
He leans away from her, flashing her a relaxed grin. He kisses his way up her abdomen, gently pressing his lips to her skin as he makes his way to her face. Once he reaches his intended destination, he captures her lips into an all-consuming kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist in an effort to pull her as close to him as humanly possible. In response, her legs go to encircle his hips, pressing her lubricated center to his leaking cock. 
Nanami lets out a hiss at the contact, a flash of pleasure striking through him, making him almost recoil from Y/N’s body. 
She looks at him, concerned. “Are you alright?” 
“Yes, I just… I’m a little more sensitive than I initially thought,” he reassures, leaning up to press a kiss to her forehead. 
“Well… I’m yours for the taking.” She spreads her legs open, sending the message to him wide and clear. 
A sinking realization dawns on Nanami as he looks down at his bare self, now just coming to terms that he’s missing a very key component to this whole encounter. “Y/N-chan, I… I’m sorry, but I don’t have any protection on me,” he whispers. “I don’t want to end this moment with you… but I don’t want to risk you getting pregnant for my own selfish desires, either.” 
Y/N props herself up on her elbows, leaning over to the nightstand beside the bed and opens the drawer, pulling out several packages of condoms, making Nanami do a double-take. “An old friend of mine from university gave them to me as a gag gift for my birthday before I started to work at the office. I really haven’t had the opportunity to use them… well, up until now at least,” she explains, a bit of a sheepish grin gracing her face as she hands them to Nanami.
“Some friends you have,” he says, ripping a package open, grabbing the plastic wrapping before placing it on his tip and rolling it down his length. He doesn’t question it, he’s just thankful that he doesn’t have to stop. He positions himself between Y/N’s legs, sitting back on his haunches, as he grabs hold of his length and guides his tip to her slit. “Are you ready for me, Y/N-chan?” 
She inhales a deep breath. “Yes. I’m ready, Nanami-senpai.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Kento.” 
“Hmm?” She looks at him, confused.
“I think we’re way beyond the point of just acknowledging each other by our surnames, Y/N-chan. All things considered.” 
“I suppose you’re right… Kento.” 
With one hand, grabs hold of her hip, while with the other, he slowly guides his tip into her entrance. When he has the assurance that it won’t slip out, he pauses his motions. “You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much, yeah?” 
She nods. “Yes.” 
“Good.” 
He softly guides his hips forward, pushing his cock past her opening and letting him be enveloped by her warm, wet walls. He almost has to stop himself from getting ahead of himself and snapping his hips in. A thin layer of perspiration begins to form on his forehead as he concentrates all of his will power into not burying her into the mattress and pounding into her in that moment. Nanami looks to her, trying to gauge where she was at in terms of comfort after fully sheathing himself in her. 
Y/N was in a bit of pain, to say the least. With the stretch of Nanami as he penetrated into her, came the uncomfortable burning sensation of almost being split open. She lets out a hiss and closes her eyes, immediately tensing herself up. Nanami was not small, by any means necessary. Matter of fact, he was much more well endowed than any of Y/N’s previous partners or one night stands, leaving her uncomfortably full with areas that Nanami was touching that had initially been left undisturbed. She could feel the tip of his member twitch inside of her, causing her to unintentionally clamp down on him. 
Nanami stutters out a groan, nearly throwing his head back in pure, unadulterated pleasure, but he forces himself to hold steadfast. He knows that she needs to adjust to him, and he would not move until she gave him the say so. 
The seconds that pass feel like years to Nanami as he remains stagnant. His selfish desire is eating away at his restraint, but he deliberately ignores it, instead focusing all of his attention on her. Gritting his teeth, he gently squeezes her hips, trying to draw her back into the current moment. “Are you alright, Y/N-chan?” 
With her eyes still closed, she nods her head. She reaches down and grabs at one of his hands on her hips, relocating it to her center, with his thumb just barely brushing up against her clit. He slowly begins to swipe at it, hopeful that the stimulation of it would overcome the pain. She repositions herself now, letting her legs interlock around his hips with her ankles linking together, giving him the nonverbal permission that he so desperately required.
Slowly, with careful precision, he begins to roll his hips forward, each time burying himself to the hilt of her. Her warm, velvet walls encasing his cock made his vision nearly go white every time that she clamped around him, whether if it was intentional or not.
Y/N goes slack jawed, the motions painful at first, but the more he pistoned his hips against her, the constant pulsing of his cock within her, the warmth that he offered her, and the haphazard stroking of her clit with his fingers, the more she began to enjoy herself. Her arousal slicked her walls, further lubricating her, loosening her up as Nanami continued with his assault on her. Some of it began to seep out and dampen his pelvis where it met hers, with strings of her connecting them to each other in more ways than one. 
He could have cried right there, if he wanted to.
Nanami’s hips pick up the pace, now slapping against her, filling the room with body parts colliding with one another and uneven breathing and soft moans, and the aroma of sex beginning to flood the enclosed space. Wisps of his hair fall into his eyes, somewhat blocking his view on her as she falls apart underneath him, slowly becoming a pile of jelly and limbs. 
“Y/N-chan, Y/N-channn…” he cries out, his hips now slamming against her, his hands gripping her in a vice grip as he chases the high that he so desperately craves. The motions cause the bed frame to shake and rattle with the headboard starting to bash against the wall. His eyes are locked on her, watching her as she is completely lost to the pleasure that he’s feeding her. Her eyes are closed with her eyebrows furrowed as if she were concentrating on something, her body jerking with each thrust that he plows into her, her breasts even more so, and her hands are white-knuckling the bedsheets. 
It’s a sight truly to behold in his eyes. 
The tension in his abdomen is building to an uncomfortable tightness, the coil close to snapping as his orgasm nears. His hips start to buck into now, the pace almost inhuman. 
“Y/N-chan…I’m close. I’m so close, I can’t…ha…I can’t hold back anymore…Y/N-chan!” 
“On me…I want it on me…” she moans out, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes in a lustful gaze. The corner of her mouth turned upward into a small smirk. 
His brain nearly short-circuits at the thought of his seed painting her abdomen and chest and face. 
It takes everything within Nanami to stop what he’s doing and pull his cock out of her. He rips the condom off, replacing it with his hand as he starts to vigorously stroke his hand up and down his length, a piss poor replacement for her warmth. He leans over her, putting his free hand by her head, locking eyes with her as he continued to masturbate, the sound of her wetness filling the room as he rapidly stroked up and down his length. She, in a heated second, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down to press her lips to his, eager to feel his mouth on her again. He doesn’t stop his movements, as he slips his tongue into her mouth, eager to explore her mouth once again. 
The coil in his abdomen snaps, causing warmth to flood through him in waves throughout his entire core, with his seed finally spurting out of his red, angry tip. He has to stop, pulling away for just a moment as a gasping moan slips out of his mouth.
Y/N startles at the feeling of his heated droplets as they spray onto her abdomen and chest, some of them going as far onto her neck, but quickly relishes in the feeling of it. The majority of it pooling onto her abdomen as it flows from his tip. Nanami stutters out a groan as he slows his hand down, sitting back on his haunches, looking at the canvas that he painted on Y/N’s body, his slowly deflating cock twitching at the sight of it. 
Feeling mischievous, Y/N props herself up on her elbows as scoops up a glob of his seed off of her body. In her post-coital gaze, she maintains eye contact with him as she sticks her tongue out of her mouth, bringing the dollop of seed up to her mouth and places it onto her tongue. Nanami’s eyes nearly dilate to the size of quarters as she pulls her tongue back into her mouth, as this may be one of the most erotic things he’s ever encountered in all of his years. 
Y/N lets out a squeak as Nanami grabs hold of her hips and roughly pulls her down the mattress, fully placing her core against his length.
“If I remember correctly, I don’t think you came around me as we fucked, did you Y/N-chan?” 
Stunned at the sudden motion, all Y/N can really say is: “I, it’s fine Kento, I-”
“Bullshit.” 
“You made me come with your mouth, it’s fine-”
He shoots her a glare. “Let me do this for you. I want to make sure you feel good.”
He reaches up past her to grab a pillow at the head of the bed. “Lift your hips up for me,” he instructs. She follows his command wordlessly and he stuffs the pillow underneath her, placing her pelvis at a bit of an upward angle.
He leans forward over her, placing his hands on either side of her, and places his cock straight onto her clit, and begins to thrust upward, using the external stimulation of his member to rub on her, trying to get her to orgasm once more for him. 
Y/N lets out a soft moan at the feeling of him on her, the filthy sound of her slickness filling the room as Nanami thrusts up on her. She grabs onto her breasts and squeezes them against her chest, desperately trying to ground herself in the moment, but with Nanami’s relentless assault, she finds herself drifting further and further away into the pleasure of it all. 
“I want you to come for me, Y/N-chan,” he growls out, his eyes animalistic and unflinching. “I want you to come undone on my cock. I want you. In every sense. In every way.”
Y/N, once again rendered to a helpless pile of mush, finds herself unable to respond. The feeling of Nanami’s cock on her clit begins to tighten her abdomen once again, causing white hot sensations to build within her. Her toes curl, she grasps onto Nanami’s forearms with her nails digging into his skin. He lets out a hiss, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t dare. 
“Come for me, darling. I want you to come for me. Can you do that for me? Be my good girl and come for me?” 
His words send her into overdrive with flushes of heat making their way directly to her core, more slickness slowly oozing out of her and dampening Nanami’s cock the more he moved against her. He can feel himself hardening again, but he couldn’t care less. 
The more the heat and tension built within Y/N, the more that she squirmed and thrashed into the mattress. All of it mounting up to the point that Nanami was desperately trying to get her towards. He maintained his pace, but he leaned down onto her, smearing his seed on his chest, his lips right at her ear now. “You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
“Kento, I… Oh my fucking… Christ!” Y/N cries out, wrapping both her arms and legs around Nanami’s trunk. “Please! Please, god! I can’t take it anymore!” 
He teasingly licks the outer shell of her ear. “No one’s stopping you, Y/N-chan. Come for me.” 
As if her body were waiting for verbal permission from him, even though he had given it to her several times before, her abdomen collapses on itself, making her vision go white and her ears ring. She loudly cries out, her body jerking with each pulse of her orgasm. He can feel it on his length, and he swears he could have orgasmed once again just as he was. 
He pulls away from her ear and looks at her blissed out face, her eyes closed as she tries to regain control of her breathing. He reaches up and gently cups the side of her face, tenderly brushing the sweat-dampened strands of hairs from her face behind her ears. “Are you okay?” he quietly asks. 
She nods, her eyes still closed. 
“Look at me, Y/N-chan.” 
She tiredly opens her eyes, looking at him blearily. 
He offers a warm smile, before pressing a kiss to the center of her forehead before kissing his way down to her mouth, carefully tender pecks to where he could place his lips. He leans his forehead down, resting it upon hers. “I want you to stay home from work tomorrow.”
She looks at him in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing. “What? Why?”
“There are some things that I need to take care of in the office. I would rather you not be there to witness them. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, Y/N-chan.” His eyes are unfaltering, his tone absolute. There was no room for argument with him.
She hesitates, trying to digest what he’s telling her, a sinking feeling of unease starting to fill her abdomen. She trusts him, though. 
And against her better judgment, she nods, a frown forming on her face. 
“Will I see you later then, after work?” she asks, almost timidly. 
He leans down and presses another kiss to her lips. “I’ll do my best to see you, that is, if Akiyama doesn’t have my head on a silver platter,” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 
There were people that still needed to be dealt with. 
~
He left her apartment early in the morning, while Y/N was dead asleep to the world. A sense of longing fills him as he looks upon her sleeping form, not wanting to leave her only for her to wake up alone, however, there was urgent business that needed attending to. 
On the elevator ride to the floor where the office was located, his briefcase weighed a bit heavier than it normally did. As soon as he stepped into the common area where all of the other employees were, the majority of them did double-takes at him, all their gazes locked on him as he slowly stalked his way to Akiyama’s office. He didn’t bother to knock on the door or wait for any notion that it was okay for him to enter into the enclosed space, he simply barged in, catching Akiyama off guard as he sat at his desk, tapping away at his computer.
“Nanami-san!” He jumps, startled at the sudden intrusion, before a rather sour look crosses over his face as the memories of the day prior begin to flash through his mind. He regains control of himself, and puts on a rather tight expression on his face. “Have a seat. We need to have a discussion about your petulant behavior yesterday.” 
“I don’t think I will. I’ll remain standing for the rest of this conversation,” Nanami cooly responds. He knows that it’s not going to last long.
“Fine. Stand for all I care.” 
Akiyama then goes on a tirade about how Nanami’s behavior yesterday was inexcusable, how it’s totally unprofessional for him to speak to his superior in the manner that he did, and how he has grounds to fire Nanami and Y/N for abandoning their work duties with unexcused work absences, and so on, so forth. 
The more Akiyama ranted, the more Nanami’s hearing started to drown out due to a loud whistling sound in his ears. Red, hot anger was flooding in his chest, making both his heart rate and respiration rate increase in rhythm. 
Though Akiyama can’t see it, the blue glow of cursed energy started to fully envelope Nanami’s body the more that his anger grew. He wasn’t on overtime, but his emotions were getting the better of him, not allowing him to think clearly and making him tap into his excess cursed energy that he stored within himself. 
Akiyama, clearly not paying attention, continues on, now going on about something that Nanami can’t hear due to the whistling in his ears. His eyes analytically looked at Akiyama’s face, the invisible ratio line starting to form on his center, beginning from the base of his jaw to the tip of his receding widow’s peak. The increment markings began to form, and the seventh ratio line formed at his glabella, the point in between his eyebrows and just above his nasal bone. 
Nanami sets his briefcase down on one of the chairs. 
Akiyama can’t make it to another point as Nanami’s fist connects to the glabella and smashes his face and skull inward. 
The impact of the blow is fatal. 
Incident Log # 207
Multiple casualties were reported on the seventh floor of the Fujimoto Office Complex in the ward of Shinjuku, in the prefecture of Tokyo. Thirty two bodies were accounted for out of thirty four employees. Seventeen men, and fifteen women. The nature of injuries closely correlate to that of a sorcerer instead of a cursed entity. Residuals of cursed energy left behind strongly indicate that of former Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College student and graduate Nanami Kento. Nanami Kento is an employee at the Fujimoto office and has been missing since the attack occurred. The only other survivor is Y/L Y/N, as she had not been reported to be at the location when the incident transpired. 
Special Grade Sorcerer Gojo Satoru is assigned to the case.
The natures and causes of death are reported as followed: 
Akiyama Hinata, aged fifty seven, nature of injuries: concave trauma to the frontal lobe of cranium. Cause of death: blunt force trauma to the head.
Fumiko Asami, aged thirty one, nature of injuries: body sliced in half at the anterior inferior iliac spine of pelvis, causing bilateral femoral arteries to be cut open and massive blood loss to occur. Cause of death: blood loss and hypovolemic shock.
Aiko Marina, aged thirty, nature of injuries…
Y/N can’t even stomach her way through the rest of the report and she throws it onto the table in front of her. She’s sitting in an interrogation room with a silver haired man that sports a blindfold over his eyes. He’s introduced himself as Gojo Satoru, the main investigator on this case and she’s been presented with pictures of the crime scene and surveillance footage of the office as the attack went down. She watched as Nanami, for lack of a better word, butchered the entire office as he wielded a giant blunt knife that was wrapped in a white cloth with black spots all over it that was secretly concealed within his briefcase that he brought in that morning. 
She wants to vomit. 
“Is there anything else that you might be able to tell me involving this incident?” Gojo pries, as he leans back into the chair, placing his feet on the edge of the table. “It was reported that Nanami Kento did have a bit of a soft spot for you leading up to the attack. Is there any chance that he might have mentioned something to you about it?”
Y/N shakes her head, her eyes locked onto two pictures of Nanami that lay on the table. One of him when he was a student, with his long, sandy blonde hair that swooped over both of his eyes to one side, and the other looking as if it had been taken yesterday, with his hair in a professional side part, dressed in his regular two piece attire. “He didn’t mention anything like this. To be frank, I didn’t even know that he contained such power within himself.” Which, to be fair, wasn’t a total lie. Y/N didn’ know that he was a jujutsu sorcerer to begin with. “He was very big on keeping his personal life separate from his professional life.” 
She doesn’t dare tell them of the intimate moments that she shared with him the night before. She doesn’t tell them of the note that Nanami left her in her apartment that morning that sits in the back pocket of her pants. To her, in that moment, it feels as if it weighs over a thousand pounds.
It’s the last thing that she has of Nanami. She won’t give it up. Not now, not ever. 
Gojo sighs, before taking his feet off the edge of the table, letting his chair lean forward back into its normal position. He digs into one of his pockets and offers her a contact card. “If you remember anything at all, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I’d be more than happy to meet you in a different place than this dreary old place.” 
He tries to make her laugh, but it’s futile. 
“Am I free to leave?” 
He nods. “You were never imprisoned here to begin with.” 
She gets up, does a 45 degree bow at the waist, and quickly takes her leave, eager to be off the campus of the Jujutsu Technical College campus. There’s a sense of unease that fills her the more time that she spends there. 
On the train ride back to her apartment, she pulls the note out of her pocket and reads it through, like it’s the first time. His handwriting is scribbled onto the paper, his characters completely lacking the neat and orderly fashion that she’s so accustomed to seeing from him. 
Dearest Y/N,
By the time that you’re reading this, I have no doubt in my mind that the news stations will be reporting on what I’ve done to our co-workers. Or should I say “former”. 
I’m sorry that it took me so long to stand up to the rest of them, especially for the sake of what they were doing to you on a daily basis. You didn’t deserve to be treated like you were nothing. You didn’t deserve to be humiliated and bullied by them. I will always be forever regretful that I allowed it to continue on for such a long period of time. I wanted to make things better for you, Y/N. 
I’m sorry that this is the way things have to end between the two of us, even though our relationship had only just barely begun. You are the first woman that I’ve encountered in my life that made me want to better myself. Be kinder. More tender with my actions and how I interacted with the world and the people in it.  
It’s a shame that I’m reduced to such callous actions on my part. 
I’m a coward for running away. I know I am. I know that they’ll be looking for me. They most likely will try to interrogate you, coerce information out of you. I won’t begrudge you if you did. You would be doing the right thing, of course. With the actions I’m about to commit, it surely would be the only way. 
I love you. 
I should be saying this directly to you, and softly caressing your face while I do so, but this is the next best option. I love you. Granted, we only spent so much time together, but as I’ve said previously before, I’ve grown to care for you. Much more than I initially let on. 
I can only hope to see you in the near future, but I don’t know if that will ever come to fruition or not. 
Please take care of yourself, Y/N-chan.
-Nanami Kento
Thank you for reading 💕
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Cyd Charisse (The Bandwagon, Brigadoon, Singin’ in the Rain)—LEGS LEGS LEGS I would sell my soul for the legs of Cyd Charisse - she oozed style and glamour and sex appeal!! And she could DANCE! She was dancing next to the greats - Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire but they are never who you're looking at because why would you when you can look at her. I will only sit through too long ballet breaks for her. If there was any woman who you could call sex on legs it was her. These dances are everything to meeee (she comes in at the minute mark) and this dance too of course is iconic. In the words of Fred Astaire 'When you've danced with Cyd Charisse you stay danced with'
Suchitra Sen (Harano Sur, Chaowa Pawa)—Suchitra Sen! She had a 25-year career in Bengali films, and was at the height of popularity for a solid two decades as half of the wildly beloved pair of Uttam-Suchitra, who were practically the entire romantic genre of Bengali films by themselves. She acted in literary adaptations, romantic comedies, (melo)dramas and inspired-by-current-events films. She was the first Indian actress to receive an international award at the Moscow International Film Festival. In 1978, after the release of her last film (a box-office flop) she pulled a Garbo and put herself out of the public eye completely. She made no appearances, gave no interviews, refused awards, all of it. She didn't even show up for her daughter's or grand-daughters' debuts! She was taken for funerary rites in a covered hearse! The glamour! The mystery! That blinding smile!
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Not to take away from her costars in Devdas (1955), but the great Indian cinematic tradition of Tragic Romantic Yearning would not, I argue, be what it is without Suchitra Sen's performance in that film. I root for things to turn out better for her every time, even though I know how things are going to go.
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A Bengali cinema icon. Liked crows (per Gulzar, "It was an astonishing sight. The crows used to pick at the grapes from her hand").
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She once rejected Raj Kapoor's movie offer (one of the most successful actor and director at the time). She was quoted saying, “In men, I don’t look for beauty. I look for intelligence and sharp conversations. I had refused Raj Kapoor’s offer almost immediately. He came to my residence offering a lead role and, as I took my seat, he suddenly sat near my foot and offered me a bouquet of roses while offering the role. I rejected the offer. I did not like his personality. The way he behaved – sitting near my foot – did not befit a man.”
Legendary poet, lyricist, director and writer Gulzaar had this to say about her "Glad that my ‘Sir’—that’s what I call her— got the Dada Saheb Phalke award during her lifetime. Contrary to people’s perceptions, Suchitra Sen is an extremely warm and very very friendly person. I adore and respect her. But she has the right to choose her friends. Surely she’s justified in keeping away from every Tom, Dick and Harry. She’s the only example of such quiet dignity in show-biz. That’s why the media compares her with Great Garbo. Suchitra Sen is my Sir. I’ll explain. During the shooting of Aandhi she started calling me Sir. Everyone in Kolkata calls her Madame. Since I’m her junior I requested her not to call me Sir. But she insisted. (We always converse in Bengali). So I call her Sir and she calls me Sir.”
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Photos do not do Cyd Charisse justice, unfortunately, because she is at her hottest while dancing, which she was exquisitely good at. Just go watch her first number in Singin' in the Rain, in that green dress; nothing I could say here will be more convincing that that.
She had amazing legs, and she knew how to use them! You probably know her best from the dream sequence in Singin' In The Rain. She was such a stunning dancer, and all her dance scenes are hard to look away from.
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She's an amazing dancer and my favorite from the period. Here's her and Fred Astaire in the Band Wagon:
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I just like a woman who's there to be really incredibly good at dancing.
One of the most talented female dancers in Hollywood history, but what sets her apart from other competitors for that title is that she...umm...well let's be blunt, she was the dancer who put sex into it. The one who said "Hey, you know that A+ leg tone that naturally develops from doing this for a living? Why don't I let people see that? Like at every opportunity?" She reportedly insured her legs for five million dollars after hitting it big, which just goes to show that fame makes you crazy. It should have been ten million.
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Arguably the Best female dancer of her time, she supposedly insured her legs for $5 million dollars. Stole the show whenever she had a dance number, even if she went uncredited. Musicals started to go out of fashion so unfortunately she didn't have as many big roles as she should have, but those she did are unforgettable. The Broadway Melody number in Singin' in the Rain - the green dress!
She could pirouette in pointes or tear it up in taps. Fred Astaire called her "beautiful dynamite" and wrote, "That Cyd! When you've danced with her you stay danced with." Gene Kelly partnered with her three times. Her legs were (reportedly) insured for $5 million in 1952 ($57.8 million in 2024 dollars)! Everyone in this poll will be iconic, but for raw physical grace, Cyd is up there with the best.
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Legs for days, beautiful dancer in the most iconic scenes of Singin in the Rain. She's glorious. As some guys sung to her in It's Always fair weather, 'baby you knock me out!'
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Incredibly, Cyd Charisse only started learning to dance as a rehab exercise to strengthen her body after a childhood bout of polio. She was in high demand as a dance partner, Fred Astaire called her beautiful dynamite and said "When you've danced with her, you stayed danced with". She was one of a few leading ladies to dance with both Astaire and Kelly, declaring them both delicious. Kelly apparently was stronger, while Astaire was more coordinated. She also said her husband would always know who she had been dancing with because Kelly left her bruised, while Astaire didn't leave a mark. She's better known for her dance numbers today, but she was a leading lady in her time! Her Scottish accent in Brigadoon leaves a lot to be desired, but compared to the other actors in the movie, it's almost good. She appeared in The Harvey Girls alongside Judy Garland and Angela Lansbury in her first speaking role, but she really burst onto the scene with Singin' in the Rain and her infamous Broadway Melody Ballet number with Gene Kelly (no one could handle a length of fabric like Cyd Charisse). She was brought in because Debbie Reynolds wasn't really a dancer and Kelly was notoriously a stickler about his Vision. After that she starred opposite Astaire in The Band Wagon, which was a bit of a flop but created some enduringly incredible dance numbers. She went on to star in a number of MGM movies, and was one of the last of the Studio era stars to remain on contract. Since we've got up to 1970, I'm including her opening routine in The Silencers (1966) to show just how long she was making a splash - she's into her 40s here and still a siren:
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aoyama-division · 4 months ago
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Aoyama is back again. Aside from the birthday of Nike all those months ago…seems like High Class is next on our little agenda…
This should be quite amusing…
It all started when Tomi Choten got home from his honeymoon. Everything appeared…normal for once. Congratulated by his teammates and even his own wife…what was there not to like anyway…?
The moment he stepped in the living room, the lights easily went out. Disgruntled at who was in on it, Tomi noticed the surrounding of an unknown area on his TV, with a figure sitting in the foreground…Tomi knew that this has happened to other DRB contestants. The only difference…? Eko wasn’t silhouetted, the socialite seeing his Cheshire Cat smile across the monitor.
“Hello Choten, you probably were expecting this hm…?” Eko asked. Tomi had a slight glare, wondering why exactly he was there in the first place.
“I thought so…’What do I want?’ Easy enough…here’s some friendly advice - stay out of my team’s way and we don’t have to get our hands dirty~.” Eko proposed, knowing well with this message, he could tell Choten wasn’t taking the offer.
“Then again…getting your hands dirty wouldn’t work for such a rich “Pawa-Hara” like yourself…a shame~…” Eko sighed, his acting really paying off.
“But anyway…I’ll see you eventually, let’s see if your little ‘money code’ can surpass true ambition~!” Tomi’s TV shut off immediately as the lights turned on. Not only that, a small box was right next to him…
Inside…was a bottle of red wine…with a too sweet taste.
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As the lights went off, Tomi growled, already feeling his stress level rising and a headache forming. Not even home an hour and already the idiocy was starting. Ever since he entered this D.R.B., he had been the victim of so many schemes, it wasn't even funny. Was it too much to ask for just one birthday where he didn't have to deal with peons' idiotic pranks, rude gestures or sorry excuses for asinine gifts?! Apparently so.
Looking at this television came on and a strange, yet familiar individual appeared, smiling like some silly animal from a fictional fairytale. He had probably seen him on some magazine before. But apparently, he wasn't important enough for Tomi to remember, so he didn't bother trying.
Frowning, the socialite listened patiently to the strange man as he subtly threatened him and his team. If he wasn't for the lack of decorum (and because he'd have to hear his parents' mouth), he was tempted to throw something at the T.V. just to shut him up. But as stated, such a thing would be completely out of character for him.
As the individual's threat ended, Tomi looked as the lights came back on, and the individual disappeared from his T.V.
"Master Tomi!" Hino shouted, rushing into the living room. "Are you alright, sir?"
"I'm fine, Hino," Tomi answered, shaking his head.
"I must say, that was quite strange," Hino said, looking up at the lights, a bit worried. "The servants check these lights every week. They shouldn't have all gone out like that. I'll see to it that they are reprimanded for this, sir."
"Don't." Tomi ordered, surprising the butler. "It wasn't the fault of the servants. It was just another peon upset that I have what he and his followers could only dream about."
"...I see."
Bowing to his master as he passed by, Hino raised his head and noticed the bottle of wine off to the side in a box.
"And what shall be done with this, Master Tomi?"
Turning back to look at the bottle which had been left behind, a bored look on his face, Tomi waved it off.
"Keep it, or dispose of it, Hino. I've no need for rudimentary gifts."
"Very well, sir." Hino answered, bowing once more. Watching his master leave the room, Hino took a look at the bottle and realized it was a very good vintage. Smiling, he decided to take it for himself, knowing better than to let a good gift go to waste.
"Thank you dearly, young Master."
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itsuki-minamy · 4 years ago
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“CHILDREN MEETING”
* Mini Episodes KFCN (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters
Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia
That day, Reisi Munakata was visiting his parents' home for the first time in a long time. He was invited to the birthday of his nephew, Kai Munakata. He managed to handle a complicated schedule like a puzzle and dense like Anko, which Seri Awashima loves, and barely had a three-hour margin.
However, while staying at his parents' house, he didn't feel hard work, and wearing casual clothes like chinese pants and a cashmere sweater, he chatted with his brother, parents, and sister-in-law with alcohol, and Munakata played board games with today's protagonist Kai Munakata and his sister Umi, enjoyed handmade birthday cakes and treats.
He was exactly the "ideal" uncle who came to celebrate his nephew's birthday.
By the way, birthday gifts are neither too cheap nor too expensive, and it brought toys that firmly maintain the current trends and tastes of children.
Kai was so happy that he took his uncle to the room he shared with his sister. Kai loves his uncle from the bottom of his heart because he even nominated him as a birthday guest. The same happened to Umi, an older sister with a slightly more victorious personality than her unassuming younger brother, and the two began reporting the recent situation to Munakata in quick succession.
He's not good at playing, and the athletic competition in kindergarten is coming up soon. Umi complains that she has a bad friend.
On the other hand, Munakata,
"Race time will change dramatically with improved form. I will send you a video explaining the best training method in an easy to understand way, so it is a good idea to practice with it."
And,
“The difficulty of human relationships exists in all societies. Understanding and getting closer to the other person is the most recommended means, but it is also a good way to maintain a certain distance while respecting the other person. The important thing is what you want to do, Umi."
However, he responded to the preschool children seriously.
Honestly, he's saying something pretty difficult and advanced to kids.
However, the sincere attitude of his uncle, who looked at, but never treated them as children, had something to do with children without knowing why. The two mastered it together.
And in the midst of that, they heard that Munakata should not be abandoned.
"Well my dad forgot his lunch the other day so I went to deliver it comfortably.", Umi said.
Munakata's older brother runs a gardening business. He went to a nearby park to bring lunch to his father, who is a brave gardener, in his simple words.
"Oh. Where did you go?"
Munakata replied casually. The so-called "first comment." It was nice.
"Hmm."
He put his hands on his head like a child and tried to remember the word.
"Mipashira Pawa!" He shouted.
"No, it's Mihashira Tower!"
Umi corrected him like an older sister. Munakata was unusually speechless. By the way, her brother also managed the garden on the top floor of the Mihashira tower.
"Did you go to that building? Did you go in alone?"
When Munakata asks his nephews,
"Yes."
"My mom sent me halfway, but we walked comfortably in the garden!"
Kai and Umi answered very easily.
The level is too high to "do it for the first time".
As he always thought, his brother is probably a great player who cannot compare. For him, the neighborhood park and the Mihashira Tower, which has maximum security in central Japan, are just one of the places of work.
"So, were you okay? Did you deliver his lunch without delay?"
When curiosity arose and Munakata asked,
"Yes, but when I was coming home, I got a little lost. Then I met a very big old man at the pond!"
Umi responds. Munakata sighed.
"Was he a very large old man on the rooftop of the Mihashira tower?"
There is only one person like that.
"Yes. I thought he was a scary person, but when I told him that I was lost, he kindly helped me."
Umi says it's nice and traumatic.
"Hey, and he gave us candy."
"Yes. He gave us a cup of tea in a small house. The tea was a bit bitter, but the sweets were very good!"
Umi explained. In other words, the tea was served in a remote tea room.
"Then he called the guys who were wearing rabbit masks and sent us to where my mom was waiting."
"Then we say goodbye to the old man."
"But when I look back, it wasn't there anymore. When I got home, I don't think it was a dream because I had the candy that he gave me as a souvenir."
The two try to confirm each other. The way of meeting is like a ghost or a hermit in folk tales.
"Well, unexpectedly, it may be that kind of person."
Munakata gently loosened his cheeks.
Reisi Munakata left his parents' house exactly at the scheduled time. He says goodbye while looking at the clock.
"Now, do I have a meeting with him after this? Let's go back to headquarters and put on clothes that aren't rude. It's a good story too."
He laughed out loud.
At that moment, the gentle uncle's face turned into the boss of "Scepter 4", who maintains the security of the city.
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kimonobeat · 3 years ago
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DREAMS COME TRUE Lyrics: Ureshii! Tanoshii! Daisuki! (うれしい!たのしい!大好き!; So Happy! So Fun! I Like You So Much!)
English translation and romanization below the cut.
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Things have felt different ever since we first met There’s somebody inside me, poking at my heart I’m having a hard time explaining the source of all my energy to my friends “I’m in love” just doesn’t feel Like it covers it I bet that was it I’ve crossed paths with the person I’ve been searching for all this time I feel like yanking up the hat I’ve pulled down low over my face
“I knew it’d turn out this way for a while now, always have” They’re half-laughing as they listen to me talk But I’ve got solid proof. Ever since we held hands for the first time My right hand immediately became Something super and special Of course, that must be it. It was you. So happy! So fun! I like you so much! I feel strength well up in me, making me feel like I can do anything
Let’s be honest, you knew it too ‘Cause you’ve liked me from the very start
Of course, that must be it I’ve crossed paths with the person I’ve been searching for all this time I’ll feel this happy forever and always Darling, you got it, it was you! So happy! So fun! I like you so much! Of course, that must be it. I’ve crossed paths with you So happy! So fun! I like you so much! So much!
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hajimete atta toki kara chigau mono kanjite’ta jibun no naka no dareka ga kokoro wo tsutsuite ita tomodachi ni umaku ienai kono pawa- no minamoto wo “koi wo shite’ru” tada sore dake ja sumasarenai koto no you na ki ga shite’ru kitto sou nan da meguri-aeta ‘n da zutto sagashite’ta hito ni mabuka ni shite’ta boushi no tsuba wo gutto agetai kibun
“wakatte ita no mae kara kou naru koto mo zutto” watashi no kotoba hanbun waratte kiite’ru kedo shouko datte chanto aru yo hajimete te wo tsunaide kara sono ato sugu ni watashi no migi te su-pa- de supesharu ni natta mono yappari sou da anata datta ‘n da ureshii! tanoshi! daisuki! nandemo dekiru tsuyoi pawa- ga dondon waite kuru yo
honto wa antaa mo shitte’ta hazu saisho kara watashi wo suki datta kuse ni
yappari sou da meguri-aeta ‘n da zutto sagashite’ta hito ni itsumo konna ni shiawase na kimochi mochi-tsudzukete irareru anata ga sou da anata datta ‘n da ureshii! tanoshi! daisuki! yappari sou da meguri-aeta ‘n da ureshii! tanoshi! daisuki! daisuki!
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littleeyesofpallas · 5 years ago
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BLEACH - Sternritter Schrift
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The Love (ザ・ラヴ → Za Rav’)
愛 = “Love”
I think I’ve mentioned before how Japanese phonetics all fall into a neat little table, but that that table has some holes in it.  One specifically is that there aren’t actually any natural “v-” sounds, and so typically the “b-” sounds are used instead, as the sounds are essentially the same, save for degrees of hardness/sharpness in your diction.   There have also been attempts to create new katakana in the past but none ever really took off and are mostly obsolete now.  But in some cases loan words will use combinations like ヴァ:“Va”  and ヴィ:“Vi.”  I don’t think I’ve ever seen ヴ  by itself like this though, because that’s a diacritic mark added to the katakana ウ:“u” and I don’t know how you’re supposed to pronounce like a sharp alternative to the “oo” sound...
Kubo and his weird weird fixation on giving black men “Love” themes... It’s neither flattering nor consistently insulting, so I honestly have no grip on what kind of tone is behind this.  Like, Aikawa “Love” Rabu is a pretty cool guy and not creepy about his love themed name.  Zomarri’s Amor is sinister but not like gross creepy, and still really cool.  And then PePe is just weird and gross like a black Master Roshi.
Given the way he was introduced I feel like he was supposed to be The W: The Watcher, what with all the emphasis on him watching the Sternritter as they squabbled with each other, like he was going to  tell on them, and the eyeball staff.
The Miracle ( ザ・ミラクル → Za Mirakuru)
奇跡 = “Miracle”/“Marvel”/“(a) Wonder”
Interestingly the compound here is of 奇 → “Strange” and 跡 → “Marks”/“Prints”/“Tracks,” so their word for miracle literally refers to evidence of the unknown.  Which is more specific in how it defines what a miracle is.  It is the tangible real world effects of some unseen or unknown mysterious power.
There is also some chance that this was actually a big silly word and image association from Marvel’s Thor character 
Also totally unrelated apart from vague American superhero comic ties, but when the CW show, Arrow, wrote in a plot about a WWII Japanese super soldier serum they idiotically named it “Mirakuru” and tried to explain that it was “the Japanese word for miracle” and when I saw that episode for the first time the sheer failure of whatever writing room intern tried to google that gave me a splitting headache.
The N
Robert Accutrone, despite being one of the earliest Sternritter to appear, he never got a named Schrift before having the flesh melted off his bones.  Although unlike BG-9 he wasn’t named for the longest time nor showed up again either, so it’s a little less surprising that Kubo just didn’t bother with him.
The Overkill (ジ・オーヴァーキル → Zi O~va~kiru)
大量虐殺 = “Massacre”/”Genocide”/”Mass Murder”
from the root words 大 → “Large,” 量 → “Number,” 虐 → “Cruel” and,  殺 → Murder
Another pretty straight forward one
The Power (ザ・パワー →Za Pawa~)
力 = “Power”/”Strength”/”Force” 
There’s nothing to say about this one, really.  At least not linguistically
It is kind of funny that he chose the most simplistic construction and kanji for this one, though.  It makes it really kind of unassuming, which is in a way fitting for Meninas’ kinda ditsy demeanor.
The Question (ザ・クエスチョン →Za Kuesuchon')
異議 = “Object”/”Protest”/”Dissent”
Despite never being used I actually really like the detail in this one.  Of note, and totally missed in English translation, is that this is not the noun, “Question” as in something you ask.  It’s the verb Question, as in to be skeptical of.
A potential interpretation of this is that Berenice Gabrielli’s power was to basically make their objections fact.  In effect forcing logic to apply where ever they could point out holes in logic.  Which is why they fought Zaraki, and why Kubo had them killed off screen by facetious contrivance.  Basically making a joke that he doesn’t care about how little sense his powers or character abilities make.
Other Schrit posts: [A-E] [F-K] [L-Q] [R-V] [V-Z]
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marianablackart · 4 years ago
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All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. -Chinese proverb It’s been a tough two months! After causing much distress by slowing down on me to absurd levels, my iMac finally decided to throw in the towel and properly die off. I’ve recovered. Thankfully everything was backed up, and I’m now working on my laptop, attached to the Wacom Cintiq … which seems to be trundling along really well and the only problem is getting the colours right. But I’m finally getting back into art mode again which is a relief as I’ve missed it. First things first, after two whole months here’s the final page for the pieces that I’m doing for PAWA. It’s taken a while to get there but I’ve now completed all 10. I’m still trying to figure out the way forward with art, so will continue exploring and experimenting and diving into wonderfully messy therapeutic spaces along the way. I don’t have a plan, I’m just going to flow ... This is the tenth of a series of 10 art journal pages based around a ‘plant, grow, flourish’ theme, for a #PAWA10Give10 challenge (check out http://pawa-london.org/ or @pawalondon for more info).  _________________________________________ * The full video is up at: https://youtu.be/NvFWKbpPkUA All art and bullet journal process videos are up at Mariana Black Designs on YouTube: http://bit.ly/MBDyouTube All links via my profile page. _________________________________________ * SUPPLIES I USED @citrusbookbindery Chrome B5 Bullet Journal @schmincke_official watercolours @escoda_brushes @staedtlermars @edding_uk @uniball_uk Signo white pen _________________________________________ * #floatinglemonsart #artjournal #positiveart #artprocess #creativejournal #watercolour #arttherapy #creativetherapy #illustratedquote #joyfulartcreation #doodleaddict #dailycreating #selfdiscovery #mindfulness #EmPowerMeArt #selfempowerment #consciousawareness #editorialillustration #magazineillustration #illustrationNow #flowmagazine #PAWA10 #pawalondon #plantgrowflourish #artforcharity #educationforall #eleanorrooseveltquote #chineseproverb https://www.instagram.com/p/CE6fh0mHWtZ/?igshid=1ts2o3u1ngro9
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Organize special evenings set aside to screen films with themes on urban life.
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Urban Nights is a collaboration effort between UN-Habitat, Slum Film Festival, Urban Bites, Udada Festival and the Nairobi City County Government.
In 2015 “Urban October” concluded with World Cities Day on 31 October under the motto 'Designed to Live Together'.
The United Nations, national and regional governments, learning institutions, non-governmental organisations as well as private individuals have lined up a series of events to mark this year’s World Habitat Day which is being commemorated today. Celebrated on the first Monday of October every year, the purpose of World Habitat Day is to reflect on the state of our towns and cities, and on the basic right of all to adequate shelter. It is also intended to remind the world that we all have the power and the responsibility to shape the future of our cities and towns. The main event for this year is being commemorated at the United Nations headquarters in New York where Orhan Pamuk, the 2006 Nobel Prize for Literature winner, will deliver the keynote address. The theme for this year’s event is ‘Public Spaces for All’ and it dovetails with the general theme of “Urban October” which was launched by UN-Habitat in 2014 to emphasize the world’s urban challenges and engage the international community towards the New Urban Agenda. This year’s “Urban October” will conclude with World Cities Day on 31 October under the motto ‘Designed to Live Together’. In New York, UN-Habitat, the Consortium for Sustainable Urbanization, the American Institute Architects New York, UN Women, the Institute of Global Homelessness, the United Cities and Local Governments and the Permanent Mission of Grenada to the United Nations are collaborating in holding a high-level discussion, which will cover key developments in the area of public space design. In the years leading to the HABITAT III Conference, and the post 2015 development agenda solutions will be sought for the challenges, in an era of ever increasing urbanization. This event will bring together high-level experts and representatives from national and local governments, non-governmental organizations, institutes, foundations and industry, who will present case studies from around the world on public spaces. For the first time ever and in a true reflection of United Nation’s rallying call of ‘Delivering as One’, this year’s World Habitat Day will see UN-Habitat joining hands with its sister agency, UN Women. This partnership is done under the aegis of HeForShe, which is a global UN Women initiative that aims to engage men and boys, one half of humanity, in removing the social and cultural barriers that prevent the other half of humanity from achieving their potential. This partnership examines and promotes the role for men and women alike in the active creation of gender-equal public spaces for all. In Nairobi, the day will be marked with the premier of ‘Urban Nights’ which are special evenings set aside to screen films with themes on urban life at the PAWA 254 Studios in Nairobi. Started by celebrated activist journalist Boniface Mwangi, PAWA 254 is an arts hub based in Nairobi that offers workshops, training, forums and events for all artists who are creating for social impact.
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thejoyofviolentmovement · 4 years ago
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Lyric Video: JOVM Mainstays TEKE: TEKE Releases a Mischievous and Frenetic New Single
Lyric Video: JOVM Mainstays TEKE: TEKE Releases a Mischievous and Frenetic New Single @killrockstars @girlieaction @seeshannon @delkin03
Featuring a collection of accomplished, Montreal-based musicians, who have played with and alongside the likes of  Pawa Up First, Patrick Wilson, Boogat, Gypsy Kumbia Orchestra and others, the rising Montreal-based Japanese psych punk septet TEKE: TEKE – Yuki Isami (flute, shinobue and keys), Hidetaka Yoneyama (guitar), Sergio Nakauchi Pelletier (guitar), Mishka Stein (bass), Etienne Lebel…
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phgq · 4 years ago
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ASF plagues 2 more Leyte towns
#PHnews: ASF plagues 2 more Leyte towns
TACLOBAN CITY – The African swine fever (ASF) continues to spread in Leyte province with two more towns listed as affected areas.
Department of Agriculture Eastern Visayas regional information officer Francis Rosaroso said on Tuesday samples taken from pigs in three villages of Pastrana and Burauen towns tested positive for ASF.
All hogs within a 500-meter radius from the confirmed cases in the three villages would be subjected to depopulation immediately to prevent the viral disease from spreading.
“Our appeal to every local government unit is to step up further their respective border security. We can win this fight against ASF if we will not be complacent,” Rosaroso told the Philippine News Agency (PNA).
Pastrana Mayor Maritess Marcos announced the confirmed cases in Jones and Calsadahay villages in a meeting with the town’s 29 village chiefs on Feb. 19.
A day earlier, Burauen Mayor Juanito Renomeron received the laboratory result from the Department of Agriculture showing that a sample from Pawa village tested positive for the animal disease.
The Burauen local government has extended the implementation of Executive Order No. 01-2021, banning the entry of live hogs and pork products from other places as well as the selling of local pork products outside of the town.
Initial investigation showed the ASF virus could have been transmitted to local farms in Leyte through an infected boar used for natural mating and by hog traders who may have fed their stocks with contaminated food products.
Earlier, ASF cases were detected in Abuyog, La Paz, Javier, Dulag, Tanauan, Palo, and MacArthur. At least 4,000 hogs have been culled in the province since January.
Leyte is the first province in the Visayas that recorded confirmed ASF infection. The first case was recorded on Jan. 14 in Abuyog town.
On Feb. 18, the DA-Bureau of Animal Industry has sent a team to primarily assist the DA regional office in determining the extent of ASF infection in Leyte.
The team has been visiting the "green zones" or areas where no single incident of ASF has been reported yet to help local governments alleviate their fears through technical assistance in blood sample collection and testing for free and train local government technicians on how to effectively collect samples.
Pigs affected by ASF usually show high fever, distinct reddish areas on the skin of the neck, chest, and extremities, plus bleeding of internal organs that could lead to death within two to 10 days. (PNA)
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* Philippine News Agency. "ASF plagues 2 more Leyte towns." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1131578 (accessed February 23, 2021 at 11:00PM UTC+14).
* Philippine News Agency. "ASF plagues 2 more Leyte towns." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1131578 (archived).
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thewrosper · 5 years ago
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New light on an astonishing political turn in India’s history
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Much water has flowed into the Arabian Sea since the formation of the Maha Vikas Aghadi (MVA) government in Maharashtra by the Shiv Sena, the Nationalist Congress Party (NCP) and the Congress, but it remains one of the most astonishing political turns in India’s post independence history. A new book on the whole chain of events, “35 Days: How Politics in Maharashtra Changed Forever in 2019” (HarperCollins) by senior Mumbai journalist Jitendra Dixit, says Prime Minister Narendra Modi had, in a famously guarded meeting with NCP chief Sharad Pawar, offered an alliance to the latter as the Shiv Sena was unwilling to give up its demand for sharing the Chief Minister’s post. The book goes into the minute details of the five weeks that preceded the MVA’s government formation, but the two stand out details pertain to the Pawar uncle-nephew duo of Sharad and Ajit Pawar. According to the book, when Prime Minister Modi met Mr. Pawar senior in Parliament on November 20, 2019, publicly the meeting was conveyed as being one where the latter asked for help for floods in Maharashtra, whereas some other, political matters were also discussed. “After finishing the discussion, as Pawar was about to leave from his office, Modi requested him to wait and told him ‘I will be happy if we work together’. Pawar replied, ‘We have good personal relations and it will remain that way but from a political perspective working with you is not possible’,” states the book describing the encounter. On being pressed further, Mr. Pawar reportedly said, “I will oppose you on issues, not for the sake of opposing, but working together is impossible. I run a small party. I have given a direction to my people and I cannot deviate from it,” he said. While this was revealed in an interview by Mr. Pawar later, the reason why Mr. Ajit Pawar first deserted his uncle is also brought to light in the book. At a meeting of all three MVA parties to hammer out a common minimum programme, while there was no dispute over Uddhav Thackeray as Chief Minister, the Congress objected to the NCP getting the Deputy Chief Minister’s chair. After a bout of hot words, Mr. Ajit Pawar left the meeting to go to the washroom talking on the phone, followed by some of his loyalists .Within 48 hours, he had extended support and was sworn in as former Chief Minister Devendra Fadnavis’s deputy. That Mr. Fadnavis was deceived on the level of support Mr. Ajit Pawar enjoyed among the NCP MLAs was soon apparent and the MVA government was formed. Read the full article
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nhouvang-blog · 5 years ago
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Guess what’s clicking with to-wed couples? Instagram! Yes, that’s right – the popular photo-sharing app has become a crucial resource for couples, events planners, and hotels. Thailand is one of the most popular destinations which has been showcased extensively on Instagram, especially when it comes to weddings. But which are the properties that are tried-and-tested jewels in this tropical paradise? We asked leading Indian wedding planners for their recommended Thailand hotels and resorts for that wow Insta-worthy wedding. Here, they share their choices based on celebrations they have orchestrated there.
Splash Beach Resort in Phuket stands out because of its youthful vibe that it offers to its guests, which instantly matches the lively mood of an Indian wedding. We worked with Innaz Communique to plan Kunal Samtani’s wedding with Divya at this property, and everyone was left impressed by the way the property complemented the designs we created. The pheras, in particular, were a standout affair with a grand mandap on the edge of the waters. The imposing structure was decked with flowers in shades of pink, white, and lavender. This was one of the most romantic setups we have ever designed and it was a hit with everyone.”
Wizkim Wedding Design and Styling.
Amar & Mitra’s Wedding in Angsana and it turned out to be stunning affair. The Concept based around travel, included a Thai-themed welcome dinner, Tokyo-inspired after party, San Francisco- Under the sea inspired Mehendi, Pittsburg-Seatlle Sangeet, Traditional South Indian Wedding with Banana Leaf Lunch, Empire State of Mind -New York inspired Reception, ending with a Parisien Champagne Brunch. Every venue of Angsana added to the exquisiteness of each of the celebrations.”
I Do Etc. says, “A grand celebration calls for an impressive setting which one can find at Sheraton Hua Hin Resort & Spa. For Naseha and Manshrur’s engagement hosted here, we created a beautiful backdrop of a castle. We created magic under the stars with a perfect proposal where a drone carried the engagement ring towards the couple. It was a fairytale affair, and this was followed by a colorful haldi ceremony the next morning. The sangeet had a ‘Mughal Mystic’ theme and used elements that added a modern twist to aesthetics evocative of the Mughals. On the wedding day, the beautiful bride arrived on a boat and made her way to the glorious mandap which lit up as soon as they said the words ‘Qubool Hai.’ The reception was conceptualized like a celebration in the skies with decor features that looked like clouds and dove-shaped elements hanging from the ceiling.”
Talisha and Neil’s recent wedding that we hosted there, we made use of all their distinctive venues which matched the moods of the various themes. The sangeet was all about bringing in the Middle-Eastern flavor to the Land of Smiles which we did through a Moroccan-themed affair. Richly-hued drapes, Moroccan lamps, and panels of jaali work, all came together beautifully for this event. The wedding against the open waters was steeped in elegance with its white color palette that was accented with lush foliage, while the reception was a regal affair with lots of drapes, flowers, and candles.” shares Neha of Foreign Wedding Planners.
Divine Events says, “We hosted a wedding at Dusit Thani Hua Hin that showcased diverse moods according to the versatility of the property. Be it an outdoor wedding ceremony, a Thai-themed sangeet inside the property’s ballroom, or a mesmerizing all-white engagement that was aglow with the light of crystal chandeliers, we had it all. Out of all the events hosted here, the most spellbinding one was the couple’s garlanding and pheras ceremonies that were hosted on the banks of a large water body that surrounded the lawns. The bride arrived in a boat for the garlanding that took place on a stage situated above the water, and the mandap was set up at the end of an aisle that connected this stage to the lawn. As the Vedic chants filled the air, and the sun set over the horizon, the atmosphere was truly incomparable.”
Pink Palki team shares, “A boisterous Indian wedding will find no backdrop more scenic than the Le Méridien Suvarnabhumi, Bangkok Golf Resort & Spa. We hosted Silkeena and Rahul’s wedding at this property and received a lot of positive feedback on the various setups that we created. The mehndi and the wedding were the functions that made big statements. The former was bursting with bright colors and made use of elements such as sunglasses and pineapples that were quintessentially tropical and extended a quirky vibe. The latter, on the other hand, was all about romance and sophistication. Pink and white were the colors that ruled this function, but we added a local touch to it by making use of leaves typical to Thailand, and the results were gorgeous!”
The Palayana Hua Hin and Avani+ Hua Hin Resort. We recently hosted Vranda and Chirag’s wedding at the Novotel Hua Hin Cha Am Beach Resort And Spa and the beachfront retreat with picture-perfect views lent itself wonderfully to the upbeat vibe of all the events. Of all the functions we hosted there the welcome dinner was the most enchanting. Themed ‘The Moon And The Sky’ the event saw decor elements such as lanterns, led lamps and moon-like features which added an ethereal touch to the festivities.” shares Ritu of Urbana Weddings & Events.
Shanaya Celebrations shares, “Nikhil and Roshni’s wedding that we planned at Bangkok Marriott Marquis Queen’s Park was very different from most Indian weddings that Thailand sees. Instead of choosing a far-flung ( Can we have another word instead of this) resort, the couple chose to highlight the breathtaking cityscapes with the choice of their venue. The celebrations that we planned for them had an undeniable contemporary feel to it that was united with decor that epitomized romance. Be it the mehndi, sangeet, or the wedding, the functions were all about maintaining a modern stance and being true to the couple’s personalities.”
To plan your insta-worthy destination wedding in Thailand, click here.
The post Thailand’s Most Insta-Worthy Destination Wedding Locations appeared first on WeddingSutra Blog.
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kimonobeat · 7 years ago
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Love Live! Lyrics: Jun’ai Lens (純愛レンズ; Pure Love Lens) (Toujou Nozomi solo)
English translation and romanization below the cut.
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Believe... in the moment your heart fluttered Believe... your pure love lens is right
Approach him! Charge, step step step! It’s my rule, so charge, step step step!
What’s the problem? You’ve got a one-sided crush on someone? I guess I’ll help you out with my mysterious powers!
What are you real motives here? He’s the only one for you? Close your eyes and whisper his name softly
Let’s pray for you Those feelings you want to come true? Build up even more!
Believe... in the moment your heart fluttered ‘Cause meeting him’s a coincidence you couldn’t’ve chosen Believe... you whittled it down to him with your pure love lens He’s got the brightest smile you’ve ever seen I can feel how strongly you feel about him... I’ll be rooting for you!
Approach him! Charge, step step step! It’s my rule, so charge-- Let’s go Approach him! Charge, step step step! If you like him, then work hard to get near him!
You need to talk? You cried over your first love? My special powers’ll cheer you up
Are you really okay? You wish you could forget him? Open your eyes and use up all your hope
Accept this power that doesn’t have a shape The power to win at whatever comes at you next
Just waiting... won’t change a thing when it comes to love No matter what you choose, your situation’ll change Instead of waiting... take off flying If you can get him to turn around and look at you, that’s a success Let him know how strongly you feel about him... Let’s practice!
Snap a photo, snap snap snap With my lens snap snap snap, Let’s go Snap a photo, snap snap snap It’s a pure love! I want it to turn out!
Believe... in the moment your heart fluttered Believe... your pure love lens is right Believe... in the moment your heart fluttered ‘Cause meeting him’s a coincidence you couldn’t’ve chosen Believe... you whittled it down to him with your pure love lens He’s got the brightest smile you’ve ever seen I can feel how strongly you feel about him... I’ll be rooting for you!
Approach him! Charge, step step step! It’s my rule, so charge, step step step! Approach him! Charge, step step step! I’m all for making pure loves happen!
ROMAJI
shinjite... kokoro ga tokimeita shunkan wo shinjite... anata no jun’ai renzu wa tadashii yo
sekkin shichae Ton ton to tosshin mai ru-ru de Ton ton to tosshin
mondai wa nan desu ka? katakoi wo shite’masu ka? fushigi na pawa- de otetsudai shiyo ka
honne wa dou desu ka? kare janakya dame desu ka? me wo tojitara sotto namae wo tsubuyaite
inorimashou anata no tame ni kanaetai kimochi yo takamare
shinjite... kokoro ga tokimeita shunkan wo datte sa deai wa erabenai guuzen sa shinjite... anata no jun’ai renzu de kiritotta kare no egao no mabushisa wa saikyou da omoi no tsuyosa kanjiru... ouen shimasho ne!
sekkin shichae Ton ton to tosshin mai ru-ru de Ton ton to tosshin sekkin shichae Ton ton to tosshin suki nara chikadzuku doryoku!
soudan mo ari desu yo? hatsukoi de nakimashita tokubetsu pawa- ga anata wo hagemasu
hontou ni ii desu ka? wasuretai to negaimasu ka? me wo hiraite motto nozomi wo dashikitte
katachi no nai chikara uketotte kore kara wo kachitoru chikara wo
matte’ru... dake de wa ugokanai aijou mo docchi ka erabeba kawaru deshou joukyou ga matte’ru... sore yori tobikonde icchai na kare ga anata ni furimuku to seikou da omoi no tsuyosa tsutaeru... renshuu shimasho ne!
satsuei shichae Pa pa pa pacchin mai renzu de Pa pa pa Let’s go satsuei shichae Pa pa pa pacchin jun’ai da mon minorasetai mon ne!
shinjite... kokoro ga tokimeita shunkan wo shinjite... anata no jun’ai renzu wa tadashii yo shinjite... kokoro ga tokimeita shunkan wo datte sa deai wa erabenai guuzen sa shinjite... anata no jun’ai renzu de kiritotta kare no egao no mabushisa wa saikyou da omoi no tsuyosa kanjiru... ouen shimasho ne!
sekkin shichae Ton ton to tosshin mai ru-ru de Ton ton to tosshin sekkin shichae Ton ton to tosshin jun’ai nara minorasetai mon ne!
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Kanchanjunga to Makalu via Lumba Sumba Pass Trek
Lumba Sumba Pass Trek is the new trekking route located on the eastern part of Nepal. The trail derived its name from the Lumba Sumba peak, which is one of the major attractions of the route.
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Along the route of this trekking trail we can trek towards the base camp of Mt. Kanchanjunga(8,586m) and Mt. Makalu(8,201m). Throughout this route we can able to observer the Tamor and Arun River awe-inspiring views,their major tributaries of the enormous Sapta Koshi River.This route encircles alpine grass land, rocky outcrops, dense temperate and sub-tropical forests and low river valleys.Aside from the natural beauty, trekkers can observe the cultural heritage such as monasteries,Chhortens,tempale andprayer walls,add to the flavor,where the festivals of all of these people living in tranquility that makes their native culture energetic.
Detailed Itinerary:
DAY 01: Arrival in Kathmandu(1340m)
Arrival in Kathmandu and transer to the respective Hotel in Kathmandu.
DAY 02: Kathmandu to Bhadrapur flight/ Taplejung by Jeep (1780m) 7-8hrs driving
Early morning drive to Kathmandu airport then take the domestic flight to Bhadrapur. We drive same day to Taplejung by Jeep through beautiful tea gardens of Jhapa and Illam.
DAY 03:Trek Taplejung to Mitlung(910m) 5-6 hrs walking.
The first day trek starts from Fungling, Taplejung district. The trail passes through beautiful cardamom fields and Alnus trees until Hangdewa village. On the way, there are small tea shops at Asangpati Tole, Gaigode Tole and Panisar Tole that can be used for alternative accommodation as they provide home stay facilities. From Panisar, the trek is downhill until the suspension bridge that acts as a border between Hangdewa Village and Furumbu village. A walk of 10 minutes takes us to Pawa Village for lunch.  After lunch, the trek continues along the banks of Tamor River to Mitlung – a walk of around two hours. Mitlung is our destination for the day as it has good camping sites with facilities like kitchen and dining hall.
DAY 04: Trek Mitlung to Chiruwa(1250m) 5-6 hrs walking.
The trek passes along the banks of Tamor River on the second day. It is a pleasing walk until Furumbu village. From Furumbu, the trail is uphill for half hour then descends through Ulnus and Schima wallachiana mixed forest to Siwa Bazar (950m) at Linkhim VDC. We can reach Siwa Bazaar in three hours from Mitlung. Siwa Bazar is a good place for lunch. It is a small market with facilities like medicine store, groceries and a police station.  After lunch, the trek runs along the Tamor River until Tawa Village.  Tawa Village (1150m) has a small tea shop. The trek runs uphill from here until we reach the KCAP Entrance Gate (1300m) at Thiwa Village. From here, the trek gradually descends until Chiruwa – our destination for the day. Chiruwa is a small market with couple of lodges and good camping sites.
DAY 05: Trek Chiruwa to Lelep (1690m) 6-7 hrs walking
Today the trek runs along the mighty Tamor River. At the start of the trek, there are two big stones with religious significance. The trek passes through Ulnus trees passes until we reach a big landslide that takes around half an hour to cross. After a walk of two and half hours from Chiruwa through beautiful cardamom gardens, we reach Tapethok (1340m) for lunch. It is a small market with some tea shops. There is also a KCAP checkpoint at Tapethok.After lunch,it is a pleasing walk for about an hour until Pembu (1485m). From Pembu, it is an uphill climb for about two and half hours to Lelep our destination for the day.
DAY 06: Trek Lelep to Ela danda (2150m) 5-6 hrs walking.
After breakfast, the trek runs along the bank of Tamor River through dense forest that offers good habitat for different wildlife species. We cross a suspension bridge after a walk of about an hour from Lelep then it is an uphill climb through pine forest for about half an hour until we reach a monastery. From there,the trek gradually descends after about half an hour and we reach Gowatar (1800m) for lunch. Gowatar is a small settlement with a few houses.Near the village,there is a big stone and it is believed that only the religious people can move them. After a walk of around half hour from Gowatar, we reach a place that offers spectacular views of two waterfalls about 100 meters tall. A walk of about half an hour walk after here takes us to Phedi.After crossing Tamor River, it is an uphill climb for about 45 minutes until we reach chautara.Another 20 minutes walk will take us to our camping site at Ela Danda.The place offers panoramic view of snowcapped peaks including the Small Kasturi Peak and Tamor River.
DAY 07: Trek Ela Danda to Selep Kharka (2525m) 5-6 hrs walking.
Today the walk is pleasant as it passes through Ulnus and Rhododendron forest for about an hour until we reach a suspension bridge. After crossing the suspension bridge, the trek passes through dense bamboo groves. This place is popular among trekkers as the habitat of red panda. If you are lucky, we might catch a sight of red panda from the trail itself. We reach Maguwa (2435m) for lunch. After lunch, the trail passes through maple and Ulnus forest. There is a big landslide on the way before we reach Selep Kharka(3210m).
DAY 08: Trek Selep Kharka to Olangchung Gola(3210m) 5-6 hrs walking.
Today we trek along the banks of Tamor River leading to a place called Jongim, a flat land surrounded by snow capped hills, after a walk of about 2hrs it takes us to a suspension bridge. Then we climb uphill from the suspension bridge,reach Ramite (2685m) for lunch. We continue the walk as getting higer then we catch the first glimpse of Olangchung Gola from the waterfall. After a climb of about 40 minutes, we finally reach the camping site at corner. Olangchung Gola is a beautiful Sherpa village with around 45 houses, a 465 years old monastery with golden manuscript and KCAP office. There is also a sub-health post, a primary school and a border police station at Olangchung Gola.
DAY 09: Trek Olangchung Gola to Upper Langmale Kharka (3890m) 6-7 hrs walking.
The trek from today onwards will pass through complete wilderness.The trek passes through pine and rhododendron forests. After a walk of two and half hours,we reach a place called Jadak (3630m) for lunch.Then we walk of other valley towards Lumba Samba three hours on rhododendron and mixed forests take us to our camping site at Upper Langmale.
DAY 10: Trek Upper Langmale Kharka to Pass Camp (4750m). 6-7 hrs walking.
The trek can be interesting today as snow leopards have been sighted numerous times from this trek. The trek runs along the small river side lies dense rhododendron forest. After a walk of about three hours, we reach Tangchetar (4200m) for lunch. Another three hours walk after lunch we get to our camping site at Pass Camp.
DAY 11: Trek Pass camp to Yak Kharka (4590m) 6-7 hrs walking.
This would be the most difficult yet most memorable day of this trek.Today the trek will pass through the Lumba Sumba Pass (5200m). It is better to start early as it will be difficult to cross the pass after noon. After a walk of about four and half hour from Pass Camp, we reach the Lumba Sumba Pass which offers panoramic Himalayan views of eastern Nepal including Kanchenjunga, Jannu himal and Makalu ranges.The we descend down to Yak kharka for camping.
DAY 12: Trek Yak Kharka to Thudam(3500m) 6 hrs walking.
The trek is downhill from Yakkharka as we arrive to civilization after tiring walk for three days. A walk of about 6 hours takes us to Thudam for village. Thudam is a small isolated village with around 30 houses of Sherpa people.
DAY 13: Trek Thudam to Kharka (2875m) 6-7 hrs walking.
Today the trek runs along the bank of Chujung Khola. The trail offers panoramic view of peaks in the Makalu range. On the way you see lot of small bushes and bamboo groves – the best habitat for red panda. The walking through many up and downs we reach to Kharka for the camp tonight.
DAY 14: Trek Kharka to Chyamthang (2230m) 6-7 hrs walking
The trail passes through dense rhododendron forest. As there are no villages on the way and also there are numerous side trails. After a walk of about three hours from Kharka, we reach a place called Chaurikharka for lunch. From Chaurikharka, we can clearly see Chyamtang , Arun River. After lunch, the tril goes all downhill for about three hours until we reach Arun River. After crossing the suspension bridge over the Arun, the trek is uphill for about an hour until Chyamthang – our destination for the day. Chyamthang is a small yet beautiful village with stone houses.
DAY 15: Trek Chyamthang to Hatiya(1560m) 6-7 hrs walking.
The trail passes through rhododendron forest from Chyamthang takes us to Gimber Village for lunch.  Gimber Village offers spectacular view of snowcapped peaks in the Makalu range. From Gimber, the walk is easy and after a trek of about three hours we reach Hatiya for the night’s stay. Hatiya – a small village of Bhote people – is the entry point to the Makalu Barun National Park.
DAY 16: Trek Hatiya to Gola (1410m) 5-6 hrs walking.
The trek runs along the banks of Arun River today. After a walk of about two and half hours from Hatiya, we reach the confluence of Arun and Barun rivers. After having lunch near the river confluence, the trek progress toward Gola – our destination for the day. A walk of around two and half hours after lunch takes us to our camping site at Gola.  Gola is a very small village.
DAY 17: Trek Gola to Ghadi (1800m) 6-7 hrs walking.
The trek passes through paddy fields that we are at lowlands now. The walk is pleasing as the trail makes a short descent, but again makes a short climb. After a walk of about two and half hours from Gola, we reach Pathibhara for lunch. The trail after lunch passes through agricultural land and we can find plenty of water sources and small settlements along the way. We reach Gadhi for our destination of the day.
DAY 18: Trek Gadhi to Num and drive to Tumlingtar (400m) 3 hrs walking and 4 hrs driving.
This is the last day of our trek. From Gadhi, the trek is about an hour downhill till the Arun River. After crossing the river, an uphill climb of about 2 hour takes us to the Num village. As Num is linked with road, we take a jeep to Tumlingtar. A drive of around 4 hours on dirt road takes us to Tumlingtar where is an airstrip.
DAY 19: Fly back to Kathmandu(1340m) 35 minutes flight.
After breakfast we fly back to Kathmandu then transfer to the hotel. Free afternoon in Kathmandu.
DAY 20: Final departure.
Drive to the International Airport and departure back home.
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