#RIP koneko chan

[egletsfics]

Nyan Neko Sugar Highschool - Chapter 2

Chaptar 2: Da Neko School Festiaval

Raku-chan and Koneko chan went into Neko High School. They went to their classrooms and sat in there seats.

The teacher came in. It was... Vet-sama! She changed her job from a vet to a teacher becuz her door insurance ran out and she could not take it.

"Hello all you neko girls and non neko people," said Vet san. "As you all know today is the school Festival so there will be no class today instead you will be preparing for the festival. Go to ur assigned festival stalls and get to work, good luck out there everyneko!"

Koneko chan was distracted by Vet-sama's gigungus amazing superlative oppai which were very hot and sexy.

Boobies... thought Koneko-chan. But she shook her head around animely in order to clear her mind of such thoughts. She focused on thinking abuot the school festival instead.

As the students steadily streamed out of the classroom, talking excitedly amongst themselves as they went to their assigned posts, Raku-chan was still thinking hard about her love confession. She was troubled that she still hadn't been able to come up with the right words to express her love, but she didn't have any ideas about what else she could do.

But then it hit her - Koneko-chan! Koneko was really smart and stuff, she would know what to do!

"Koneko-chan koneko-chan desu! Watashi has to talk to anata about somthing really really important nya!" Raku chan called out, running towards Koneko-chan.

Koneko-chan was stationed at a green tea mochi ice-cream stall at the northeast end of the festival grounds, which was why she was slightly confused upon noticing Raku-chan running towards her. As far as she knew, Raku-chan was supposed to be stationed at the kawaii pantsu panty chan stall on the west side, which was funded by Kawaii underwear chan store ^o^.

"Uh, okay Raku-chan what do you want to talk about?" asked Koneko Chan.

"Uh...I want to ask... h-how would you confess ur... ur ai to sumone!!!??!?!??!?//!" yelled Raku chan.

"Oh, uh, wow," said Koneko chan, not knowing how to respond. Raku-chan was her friend. As her friend, Koneko should be helping Raku with everything she had. It wasn't like Koneko didn't have the knowledge, or the ability to help. It should have been simple to advise Raku about her feelings.

But all the same, Koneko found a certain painful bitterness welling up inside her heart, as she realized that she wasn't the person Raku wanted to confess to.

"Do u not know Koneko-chan??! Oh, sorry then for bothering you nya desu," Raku-chan apologized. It was her fault for assuming that Koneko-chan would always have all the answers to every problem, she was only neko after all.

"No, I do... I do know. I can help you," Koneko-chan said simply, an undercurrent of some unidentifiable emotion in her voice. She smiled as Raku immediately lit up, her ears perking up and sparkly shoujo bubbles filling the air around her.

This was the most she could do for Raku. Even if she couldn't be that special person Raku gave herself to, Koneko would do everything in her power to protect that shining smile.

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"A... a love letter nyan?" Raku-chan asked, confused. Koneko-chan's suggestion was better than nothing, but Raku-chan wasn't fully convinced.

Koneko-chan nodded. "I know, it doesn't seem like a really sugoi plan at first glance. However, using a love letter is actually an ingenious strategy to ensure absolute victory, and romantic success."

Raku-chan still didn't understand. "Huh? Why desu nya?"

"Because it allows you to circumvent one of the main problems faced in a confession, whether your feelings are returned or not. The simple act of holding out a love letter lets you gauge the reaction of whoever you're confessing to. You can determine whether they like you or not, and take appropriate action based on that."

"But isn't that embarrassing desu?" asked Raku-chan. "And... and what if they don't like you back? W-what then nya?"

Koneko-chan smiled again. "That's the best part of the love letter strategy. If things aren't going well, you can just rely on your backup plan—say it was just a joke."

Raku-chan's neko ears perked up and her eyes widened in amazement. "Wow... what a sugoi idea nyaaa!!!!!! Arigato gozaimasu Koneko-chan!"

Koneko-chan looked at Raku-chan affectionately as the newly reinvigorated neko hurried away to the kawaii pantsu panty chan stall with fresh determination, waving goodbye as she disappeared into the crowd.

The growing line of customers and the yells of her fellow classmates manning the stall drew Koneko-chan out of the moment. She busied herself with work for the festival, scooping green tea mochi ice cream out of the large, frozen canisters it was contained in.

It was much easier than facing her emotions.

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RATE & REVEW 4 MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[mayugoo]

nyan neko sugar girls print to go with the sticker designs i drew forever ago

[navegandoaciegas]

don’t feed it - it will come back

Pairing: Dabi x f!reader, Shoto Todoroki x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi-public sex, quickie, tw:cheating, dabi identity spoilers, slight yandere!dabi?, AU where all events are the same except they happen when class 1A are Pros already so all characters are 21+, Dabi is not a villain yet.

A/N: title and lyrics by Hozier. Minors DNI.

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it, Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.

You smelled him before you saw him, seared flesh and ashes, expensive cologne to make up for the stench, the same perfume your boyfriend wore, and that you’d bought for Dabi so that Shoto couldn’t smell another man on you.

Dabi. Your addiction, your escape.

His mismatched lips were rough on yours. The staples that patched him together scratched your cheeks, grounding you to reality before you could get lost in your own head, too deep in that special space you shared with him.

“The hell you think you’re doing?”, you hissed, “I‘m on patrol. What if Deku saw?”

You looked around the dingy alley frantically, hoping that your colleague would be busy poking his nose somewhere else. Unfazed as usual, Dabi offered you a lopsided smile, pressing his body against yours, marred forearms resting at the sides of your head, trapping you between him and the wall.

“If he saw,” he hummed, “he’d go tell his little friend how much of a slut his girlfriend is.”

You considered unleashing your quirk and blasting him into the opposite wall just to wipe that smirk off his scarecrow face. Dabi saw it in your eyes, and offered you a more gentle smile, mellow words to placate the fire in you.

“You’ve been mean,” he whispered, something resembling a pout twisting his disfigured face, “Avoiding me and all.”

You snorted at his antics, shaking your head. “I’ve been busy, ‘s all. Hero work. Patrolling, y’know, what I should be doing now.”

He didn’t relent, unbothered by your reluctance. “I waited for you the other night. Two whole hours and you didn’t show up. Didn’t even warn me that you wouldn’t come.”

“Shoto surprised me with a date.”

“Well, I’m surprising you now.”

He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum while looking like a devil himself, a dangerous glint in his turquoise eyes, skin stretched thin over his teeth, staples barely holding him in one piece.

He leaned over you, slow and tantalizing, hot breath fanning over your face.

Seeing him like this never failed to make your brain go haywire, duties forgotten, loyalty buried too deep to even feel guilty anymore.

Just like that first night together, when all the expectations burdening your shoulders had seemed too heavy to carry. When the shoes you’d have to fill had looked too big for you. Daughter of heroes, strong quirk, the public’s favor, a loving boyfriend.

People would have killed to be in your place, and all you’d wanted to do that night was to be someone else, someone whose life was not set in stone the moment they were born.

It had felt like such a dirty secret, blending in with the crowds of civilians on a Friday night, in need to experience all the things that you’d missed on. Clubs and alcohol, dancing with every man or woman that would grind onto you, it had all seemed so bright and liberating.

Then you’d met Dabi, and a drunken conversation on something you couldn’t recall on the cramped dancefloor had ended up in a hook up in the restrooms.

You’d silently cried yourself to sleep that night while Shoto slept peacefully beside you, red and white hair tickling you as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

Your mistakes had only escalated from there, something like an avalanche waiting to crush you, and the man you’d sworn you’d never seen again was the one holding you in his arms in this very moment.

You knew better than to give in, but you still did despite it, parting your lips while boring your half lidded eyes in his, letting him swirl his tongue around yours, toying with the metal bar on it.

You felt your body flush while his hands roamed over you, groping and kneading your ass, your hips, your tits through the elastic material of your flashy Hero suit.

“I bet you missed me too,” he chuckled, palming you between your legs, the heel of his hand pressing against your clothed lips.

Heat pooling in your belly, you ground your pussy on him, trying to relieve some of the tension in your fluttering cunt.

“Eager, are you? Todoroki Shoto doesn’t fuck you like you need?”

You rolled your eyes, catching yourself before you could moan in his ear.

“He fucks me just fine,” you groaned, fisting his stained white t-shirt, “Just make this quick, I got places to be,” you snapped, slotting your hand between your bodies, palming his bulge through his slacks.

“Brat,” he huffed, stifling a laugh, “and if he did you wouldn’t be humping my hand like a bitch in heat.”

Another warning glare and Dabi rolled his eyes, mumbling something about your over sensitive ass. You pulled him in a kiss to shut him up before your temper got the best of you.

He felt so different from athletic, sturdy Shoto. Slouched shoulders, thin arms, ribs dangerously poking through his emaciated skin. So frail and weak that he couldn’t even lift you in his arms to fuck you against the wall.

Maybe spending your formative years around men like Kirishima and Bakugou, and dating Endeavor’s son himself, had fucked up your standards beyond repair, and maybe Dabi was just a normal civilian with a regular body.

Whatever the case, the thought of your boyfriend was gone as soon as it flashed through your mind, and you hastily began fumbling with the buckle of Dabi’s belt. With a click it snapped open, and you undid his fly, reaching under his boxers. You pumped his hard cock, twisting the velvety skin up and down, thumb teasing his slit. You knew how feral he got when your promise ring rattled with his piercings, so you made a show of it, feeling him throb in your grasp.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hips snapping to fuck himself with your fist.

Teeth clattering, rough hands, his breathy panting in your ear, the arousal pouring out of you. Even the fear of Midoriya catching you drove you more insane than it should have, your walls pulsing in anticipation.

Scarred hands undid your own utility belt, shoving your spandex leggings down your thighs, sliding in your cotton panties.

“So wet for me already, and I barely even touched you?” he gloated, bony fingers spreading your arousal around your folds before dipping in, knuckles deep in your warm cunt, “Sucking me in, hm? You like being touched like this, fucked like a whore, don’t you?”

His thumb roughly toyed with your clit while the rest of his fingers flexed inside you, stretching you out, preparing you for his cock.

“Fuck- God, fuck me already, I don’t have all day,” you grunted, biting his upper lip.

He rolled his eyes then, glaring at you. “You sure know how to set the mood right, koneko-chan.”

He twirled you around then, pushing you flush against the wall, a hand on your shoulder, the other pumping his cock.

Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you felt his tip prod at your entrance.

“You’re not fucking me without a condom,” you hissed, wiggling in his hold, angling your hips away from his.

“Please, just this time, I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he pleaded, shamelessly rutting against your ass.

“No fucking way, get a condom or you’re not getting any.”

“C’mon, just this once, I missed you so much, I wanna feel you all, feel your pretty pussy on my cock, please,” he whined, his hard on between your spread cheeks, “You should make it up to me anyways, y’know, for ghosting me, leaving me alone all night, waitin’ on ya. Wasn’t nice of you.”

You knew that when the blood drained from his brain and travelled to his cock, Dabi wasn’t his smartest. And you had to admit that you were curious to feel the piercings scattered on his dick pressing inside your cunt, eager to know if they really felt as good as he claimed they would.

But you knew better than to give in. Some risks just weren’t worth taking, and some things were better reserved in the intimacy between you and Shoto in some twisted, sick loyalty that you couldn’t bring yourself to breach.

“You’re not getting inside me without a condom, God only knows where you’ve been before,” you scoffed, tugging his hair to unlatch his leathery lips from your neck before he could leave a mark of his existence on you.

The smell of smoke, ash, and seared flesh you could explain. You made that work, somehow. You doubted that your boyfriend, as oblivious, trusting and lovestruck as he was, would mistake love bites for anything else, though.

“Less places than you have for sure, koneko-chan,” he snickered, trailing open mouthed kisses below your jaw, nipping your soft skin between his teeth, “The ladies aren’t lining up to get a taste of me, believe it or not.”

“Jee, I wonder why,” you deadpanned.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who hops on my dick like it’s her job.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dabi-chan,” you laughed, no bite to your bark.

You were getting antsy with his insistence and with the prospect of Midoriya walking in on you getting railed like a cock drunk whore behind a dumpster by a sketchy guy while you should have been patrolling instead.

Not very heroic of you.

He relented then, and you heard the distinct crunching sound of foil being ripped open.

He rolled the condom down his length, and you bent over, forearms against the rough surface of the wall while he angled your ass and kicked your legs open wider.

“Just sayin’, you’re missing out on me.”

You couldn’t hold the moan that erupted out of you when he snapped his hips, slanting his cock inside your soaked cunt. Your walls sucked him in, stretching around his girth.

You were so pent up and aroused that you almost came at the feeling of him sheathing himself in you, filling you up to the brim. He gave a few tentative thrusts before setting a faster pace, sliding his cock in and out of you.

Your mewls and whimpers and the sound of his balls slapping your ass reverberated in the alley.

You knew that if anyone saw you, your career would be over. The media would have a field trip, and Endeavor would lay down his life to make sure you’d be shunned from society.

And fuck, if the risk didn’t make you clench on Dabi’s dick.

You could feel a bruise form on your tailbone where he gripped you, and a few scratches and shallow cuts on the back of your thighs where his belt dug into your soft flesh.

“Fuck, your pussy is so good, you fuckin’ slut,” he moaned, hand reaching between your legs to play with your swollen clit, “You love my cock, don’t you? You whore, you love being fucked like the bitch you are, hm?”

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into his scalp as you held onto his head, arching your back so his cock could hit deeper inside you, onto that spongy crevice that made pressure built fast and steady in your core.

“And you like being my toy, my pathetic little plaything at my beck and call, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, clenching his jaw as he kept pounding into you, lips enveloping yours in a bruising kiss.

Sticky webs of drool covered your faces, mixing in with the blood that streamed down his face where the staples couldn’t hold him in place.

“I’m close, I’m so close, fuck-, go faster, yes, right there,” you moaned, feeling the knot in your lower belly get tighter with each drag of his cock against your walls.

“I-, I’m right here with you, babe, just let go, come on my cock, show me how good I make you feel. Fuck, show me he doesn’t fuck this pussy as good as I do, you were-, God, you were made for me-“

His rambling turned into low static to you while jolts of electricity travelled through your body, jerking your limbs as he continued fucking you through your high until he too came, chanting your name like a prayer.

You were the first to move away, wincing as his cock slipped out of your cunt.

Mind buzzing, you barely looked at him, hurriedly pulling your suit back on, adjusting the belt on your waist while Dabi tucked himself in, the small, blissed out smile gracing his handsome face soon twisting in something pained and darker when you scurried away without sparing him a second glance.

-

The low buzz of ambient music filled your apartment as you stepped in, and a pang of guilt stabbed your heart when you noticed the candles scattered around.

Shoto was on you as soon as you shut the door, a rare, gentle smile on his pretty round face, telling you about the improvised self care night he’d put together for the both of you.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, grimacing at the lingering taste of smoke on you.

“I know smoking helps you decompress, love. But maybe you could switch to electronic?” he asked, hopeful. You knew he hated the idea of you damaging your health as much as he despised the taste and smell of cigarettes.

The concern made your heart jump in your stomach, and when you grazed into his eyes, his turquoise eye, you almost startled yourself at the similarity of someone else’s.

Guilt was really playing tricks on your mind.

You pecked his cheek, reciprocating his smile.

“You’re right,” you sighed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bitterness in your words, “Know what? I’ll try stopping smoking altogether for you, hm?”

-

Perched on the fire escape of the building facing yours, Dabi watched his little brother hold you tenderly, swaying you around in a clumsy dance.

He crushed the cigarette under his shoe, and rose to his feet, bile rising in his throat.

He willed himself to be patient, knowing that one day, when he’d burn down the world, he’ll be the one you’ll be dancing with through the flames.

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Omg, this is my first time writing for a bnha character and I hope I did okay! Please let me know what you think of this! Your comments are what keeps me alive ❤️🥺

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

(shoves a box of homemade chocolate glazed donuts at Ruggie) Here. This is for you. I've never made them before. They don't look good, but they taste okay. Never say I never gave you anything. (then almost as an afterthought) Ah, right. Also, happy valentine's day. I love you. (blunt)

Sweet on You.

“Doesn’t matter to me how food looks or how many tries it took to make it, as long as it tastes good and doesn’t give me food poisoning,” Ruggie quipped, snatching up the chocolate glazed donuts--a hungry glimmer in his eyes.

He had already ripped open the box and plucked up two pastries, grabbing a third with his mouth. Within seconds, the hyena had wolfed down all three donuts, and stuck a hand into the container for another.

“Nishishishishi, you feed me so well. I could eat your cooking forever and ever, you know. It’s a big step up from scavenging scraps out of leftovers.” Ruggie stuffed a fourth and a fifth donut down his gullet, and picked up a sixth. He broke it in half, inspected both pieces carefully, and handed over the slightly smaller part to you. “Here, have some! Normally I wouldn’t share food, but... I figure you should get to taste more of your hard work!”

He tilted his head to one side, drinking in your final words. His lazy smile had a hint of mischief to it. “Mmmm... Now when you say it like that, I dunno if I entirely believe you, koneko-chan~”

Ruggie’s shoulders shuddered as he tried (and failed) to hold back a playful laugh. “Why don’t ‘cha try again--with more heart this time! C’mon, show me your best roar!”

[riparisian]

GG EZ (Part 1/? Yandere Yakuza!Genji x f!reader)

Warnings: dubcon, petplay, kidnapping, bondage “What do you want to play?” Genji asked through the mic, as if it was your choice. Looking at the FPS game loading on your screen, you looked at what other people on your team was picking. Three DPS, one healer, and you two undecided. You sighed...tank it was. Your character picked, you tried not to squirm too much between the cooler night air that came into your room and the discomfort of tonight’s “outfit”. The camera was on but there was only one viewer at the other end and he liked you to play in the gifts he gave you. Tonight he had you squeezed into the latest trend in kitty lingerie, to go with your cat ears headset. At least there was no corset involved this time. The air brushed past your chest through the kitty head-shaped keyhole on your chest. Minutes before, Genji had been kneeling in front of you as he attached the garter belt to a pair of thigh highs with cat paw prints on the bottom of the soles. The panties were barely visible underneath the garter belt. Locked round your neck was a leather collar, complete with a bell that jingled as you moved and a bow that kept brushing underneath your chin. You would rip it off if you could but the last time you ruined a gift, he paid you back with locking your neck in an even more uncomfortable posture collar for a week. There was also a tag but you stopped looking in mirrors a while ago. You didn’t want to see it. You already knew what was inscribed on it. Satisfied and smirking at his work, he hooked finger into your collar, first to to test it was snug enough before forcing your lips to his. With a patronizing pat to your head, he left for his room. You gamed in separate rooms, not that it mattered with his right next to yours. Between the camera and the cage, he might as well have been in the same room. 👾🎮👾 You could see the countdown for the match to start. Genji picked a healer because he liked to win, one way or the other. The match was not going well. You were half-tempted to switch to DPS to help with the damage but it was not like you could win. Your shield went down at the wrong time, busted to nothing, just as the enemy team did an ultimate attack. “That’s five spanks koneko-chan.” You could hear the smugness but you couldn’t mute him. Missing a callout was not worth it. You messed up on a 1 v 1 against another tank. “Another five. Why play tank when you can’t take hits? I know you can take a hit or two.” Now he sounded gleeful as his character kept healing yours. Between the gaming rage and the discomfort in your stomach of what his words meant, you just wanted to quit but that had its own problems. Someone on your team quit partway and you took your chance with DPS. And you were killing it. Headshot. Another headshot. “Double kill,” rang the game. Another. “Triple kill.” Another. “Quadruple kill.” And then you heard the activation of another enemy ultimate. One shot. One miss. Your team was wiped, including you. It didn’t even matter the highlight was of your quad kill of a quick succession of headshots. “I have a new toy to motivate you tonight.” Genji’s voice almost had a laugh at the end. “You need healing.” He signed out of the game and you knew he would be in your room in seconds. In those precious seconds, you let out a whimper at what was to come.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Ohkay. 2, 4, 5, 9, 11 for Can Your Friends do This?

2: What scene did you first put down?

Death and Hari sitting in the cell in Ch. 1 and Them offering to kill everyone who ever opposed her.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

This Sasunaru moment from Ch. 11.

"You're an idiot."

"Sasuke!" Ino hissed, glaring at him for probably the first time in her life.

The Uchiha ignored her and instead, looked Naruto dead in the eye. "You feel guilt over ridding the world of those pieces of trash? They were trying to kill us. For a grudge they held against a man long dead. You used a power you mostly have never used before, in order to save our lives, and are beating yourself up over not having enough control necessary to stop a creature that can't even be killed. As if a little Genin such as yourself has power over the most powerful Biju in existence."

Naruto and Ino were both gaping and though Kakashi would never admit it to anyone, he was as well.

"If you weren't strong enough to control it this time, get stronger so you can control it next time. Your father entrusted you with this burden for a reason. Remember, that everything you learn as a ninja, is just like a double edged sword. It can be used to do harm and can be used to stop harm. How you use it defines who you really are. It is not what you are that matters, Naruto, it is who you are."

This training from Kakashi from Ch. 16.

Naruto wanted no time in scaling the wall and entering through the bathroom window. The memories of his one Bunshin let him know where to go. He crawled along the wall instead of using the stairs. He didn't know what sort of condition they were in and didn't want to deal with the possible creaking.

The lounge was decorated nicely in shades of blue and brown. So even though the outside was a mess, the inside was decent enough. Naruto recognized the civilian immediately when he glanced around the corner. She was an avid, anti-demon supporter. In other words, she really hated Naruto and made her dislike of him very well known over the years. A few stones may have thrown a few times as well.

He was overcome with the urge to do some damage to her property. To pay her back for being such a horrible person over the years. However, there was just a small voice inside that was telling him it was wrong. He was there for a mission. He was supposed to be training, and his emotions should not be interfering on said training mission.

But even more important than that, were the words of his nee-chan. Hari insisted that a prank was never meant to hurt anyone. Pranks were supposed to be funny and done in good humor(unless they were revenge pranks like he did to an old Academy sensei). She had told him stories of her twin friends who played pranks but didn't do so with the intent to hurt people, unlike her father and his friends who became bullies in school because their pranks went far enough to hurt others or worse.

Naruto didn't want to be a bully. And he didn't want to be a bad person. Just because the civilian was horrible to him, didn't mean he should lower himself to her level. If she was too stupid to see him for who he truly was, that wasn't his fault. She'd simply learn her lesson when he finally became the Hokage. One day she would see.

Until then, it was not Naruto's job to play judge or jury. Being mature sucked.

Huffing to himself, Naruto slipped through the room, sneaking up behind her chair and taking the remote off the table beside where she sat. She never even noticed either. He stuck his tongue out for good measure, and then fled because his time was almost up.

"Here you go, sensei!" he said when he returned to his team, well within the time limit, offering the remote to the man.

Kakashi hummed and accepted the offered item. "Well done. You showed some admirable self-control as well, Naruto. I'm proud of you."

He flushed. Apparently his sensei had known the type of person that had lived in the house. It wasn't necessarily a mission for him to prank, but for Kakashi to see his temperament. He wanted to know if Naruto could put the objective of the mission before his own wants and desires. He wanted to know if Naruto was capable of understanding when revenge was necessary and when it wasn't.

And he probably just passed a very important test in the man's eyes, which made him beam with pride. And to think, if he hadn't had Hari-nee-chan in his life, he probably wouldn't have made the decision to be the better person in the first place.

Sometimes, Kakashi could be pretty cool.

"Naruto, wait ten minutes and then go put the remote back exactly where you found it. It'll be enough time for her to notice and get agitated. Your time limit is thirty seconds this time. If you get caught, not only do you fail and end up with horizontal training all day, but you will have to dig yourself out of the hole you fell in."

He sighed. Kakashi was still evil though.

This Hari/Kakashi scene also from Ch. 16.

The silver-haired man hummed. "Since you're training is finished for the day, would you care to help with my training?"

She sent him a bland look. "I am not sparring with you any time soon. While the last time was humorous enough as it is, I don't feel like getting wet at present. It's a bother."

"How sad!" Kakashi sighed dramatically. "Koneko-chan doesn't like it when I get her wet and bothered."

The woman flushed at the suggestive words, but did not answer his taunting. She would not let him see the results of his words. She was better than that.

"No you aren't," said Death. "You give into his teasing all the time. You like it."

Shut up!

Anyway, back onto the subject at hand. "What kind of training and what's in it for me if I do help you, Koinu-kun?"she asked in a sickly sweet tone, batting her lashes repeatedly in hopes of annoying him or at the very least creeping him out a bit. Because that wasn't her normal attitude and obviously it would be weird, right?

It didn't work. He merely seemed amused. Perhaps all the other odd Jonin he knew raised his tolerance for wonky shite. "Mah, I figure that if you could help me with this, then we can both read this lovely book I own, that you have yet to get a copy of." He held up said book. The one from the time in the kitchen. When she had him set the table while she messed around with the book and Jiraiya gaped like a fish as they argued over his porn.

"And how would we both read it if we're working?" inquired the woman doubtfully.

"Simple. I place it on the ground, and as I do my push ups, you sit on my back and read over my shoulder. You can then use your Kekkei Genkai to turn the pages. Both of us will be getting something out of it then."

She had sat on Anko's back a few times when the woman trained, but never anyone else. And this was Kakashi of all people. He wanted her to sit on him and read erotica with him, while he exercised. He she had been anyone else, she might have thought he was trying to be a pervert, but she knew better.

While it could have suggestive themes, it was a practical request and both would indeed benefit from it. He for exercise and she for new reading material. And he didn't ask her to read it aloud, which kind of negated any assumptions of him doing this out of a desire for sexual anything.

"Okay," she found herself agreeing, wanting to read the damn book. "How many push ups will you be doing?"

"One thousand."

Merlin.

"Speed run, or taking your time?"

"Taking my time."

He was suddenly even more impressive. And Hari was going to be sitting on his back for the next however long, reading erotica. She ignored the small tingle in her belly, and shrugged. Not sexual despite the content that would be involved.

"Let's do this."

Kakashi got into position and Hari gazed at his arse only for a few seconds. It wasn't wet this time so the fabric didn't cling as much, but it was still a nice view. Probably a result of the hard training he put himself through for years. Pert and firm. Nice.

"Go ahead," he urged her, and Hari was careful, throwing a leg over him and ending up straddling him. She shifted a few times, before shrugging and laying down instead. Sitting would be uncomfortable since he was ripped and she was pretty thin herself. So her butt would end up hurting. But laying on him was far more easy, and brought her face closer to the book. And if her head rested beside his own, neither acknowledged it.

And yes, she realised that this was not the position he'd spoken of, but it was just better for both of them. Besides, he was longer and wider than she was in frame, so she was easily able to lay on his back and not cause him any discomfort. Her hands couldn't even touched the ground from how her arms dangled over his sides. So it just made sense. Also, her weight was more evenly spread out this way.

"Chapter one," she announced unnecessarily, flicking a hand and watching as the page turned. "Just tell me when you're ready for a page flip."

And so went the next hour of Hari trying to divide her attention away from the rippling muscles of Kakashi's back, to the book that the both of them had managed to get twelve chapters into. It was difficult, and she only slightly regretted the position, especially when she was left feeling warm and fuzzy in the lower portion of the body.

How dare he be attractive and strong. And shame on her body for being so damn weak in finding obvious displays of strength, sexy!

5: What part was hardest to write?

All the battles during the Rebellion Arc.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

I briefly considered pairing Naruto and Gaara but my sasunarusasu heart said nope!

11: What do you like best about this fic?

Changing things little by little and yet those small changes making BIG changes later on thanks to the butterfly effect.

[fictionerd]

Good to see you, friends!

This was a little spur-of-the-moment, but I wanted to put up a post discussing what I plan to do for the spring season. I want to get more ambitious with my scope, but keep it narrowed to text rather than thinking I can produce a video every day like I did last year. Speaking of videos, however, I’m going to follow the example of a great many creators before me and rip off some one else’s format... sort of.

Those of you who have read my Darling in the FranXX posts know that I am a fan of Anime FMK over on the Fourstar Bento channel on YouTube. You also know I take exception to their snap-judgement on FranXX, but I’m not here to talk about that.

I personally like their model of starting out with a large list of shows and pruning it down as the season wears on. So I’m going to attempt to steal that format for my posts here. The plan is that I’ve gathered lists of shows airing each day and every week I will pick the weakest show from the list and judge whether to give it the axe. If I had a larger audience I might put it up to a poll, but I’m not sure I have that kind of following.

Here are some ground rules for how I will be proceeding

1) For the most part I’m ruling out the following series types...

a) Sequel series and Carry-overs that I haven’t covered previously b) Remakes/Re-adaptations (This one gave me trouble and is still up in the air.) c) Short-Form (I watch YouTube a lot so you’d think I would be fine giving these a try, but in general the list got really big so I decided to trim it down by trimming these)

2) I will be posting the day AFTER shows air moving forward rather than the day of. This is to allow ample time for me to watch shows, write the posts, and schedule them to post ahead of time.

3) Posts should be scheduled to go live during the afternoons my time so between 12pm and 4pm EST. 4) There are some series I will be watching for my own personal enjoyment that I don’t necessarily plan to cover. I may post about them on the day after they air, but I won’t make it a point to do so.

Now I’ll go ahead and post the lists of shows I have to work with so far. NOTE! These are listed by airdate. Posts will be on the day after they air as stated above.

March 31 - Gegege no Kitarou

April 1, April 8 1) Nil Admirari no Tenbin // The Scales of Nil Admirari 2) Uma Musume: Pretty Durby 3) Caligula (8) 4) Piano no Mori (8) 5) Jikken-hin Kazoku: Creatures Family Days (8)

April 2, April 9 1) Mahou Shoujo Ore 2) Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi 3) Golden Kamuy (9) 4) LadySpo (9)

April 3, April 10 Personal: Highschool DxD HERO 1) Gundam Build Divers 2) 3D Kanojo: Real Girl 3) Rokuhoudou Yotsuiro Biyori (10)

April 4, April 11 Personal: Steins;Gate 0 1)Juushinki Pandora 2) Aikatsu Friends! 3) Last Period: Owarinaki Rasen no Monogatari (11) 4) Butlers: Chitose Momotose Monogatari (11)

April 5, April 12 1) Tada-kun wa Koi wo Shinai 2) Usagi no Matthew 3) Comic Girls 4) Megalo Box 5) Saredo Tsumibito wa Ryuu to Odoru: Dances with the Dragons 6) Hisone to Masotan (12) 7) Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii (12)

April 6, April 13 1) Hinamatsuri 2) Gurazeni 3) Mahou Shoujo Site 4) Dorei-ku The Animation (13)

April 7 Personal: My Hero Academia Season 3 & Persona 5 the Animation 1) Major 2nD 2) Devil's Line 3) GGO 4) Koneko no Chii Ponpora Dairyokou 5) Layton Mystery Tanteisha: Katri no Nazotoki File 6) Kiratto Pri*chan

Now, finally for a little test. I mentioned putting series fate up to a poll. Well I’m going to do a double test. I’ve got a strawpoll set up about whether I should cover Re-make series. I’ll use the poll both to inform whether I change my mind about them and to read if Strawpolls for series elimination will work in the future. http://www.strawpoll.me/15336803

All that being said, I thank you for your time.

Until next post: keep talking fiction, friends. I’ll see you soon.

[omgwtfdondake]

62 things about Animegataris 04

50. Holy shit this dude is... pretty deep in idol hell...

I want to know more about the idol group..

NUMAZON

That is literally the worse stacking job ever what the fuck?

THAT’S NOT HOW BOXES WORK???

Why is there always... a random... clip of sporty girl?

Best OP is best.

Why is the Prez so against the Anime Club though?

Oh please stop with the “koneko-chan..”

IS THE CAT REALLY BLUSHING BECAUSE--

Holy fuck that’s a shitton of animu...

....Did Kamiigusa just “ohohohoho~”?

WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO PUT IT ALL--

WHY IS IT STACKED LIKE JENGA?!?!

Oh my gosh I am too stressed for this right now....

Why... Why... Why are you pulling out-- please no.. stop...

PLEASE STOP PULLING OUT RANDOM BOXES IT’S GONNA-

ANOSUBA?!?!?

Oh nerd time-

Oh, fingersnap--

Wh- What... who the heck would shell out for 10-fuckin copies of- Kai-Kai would.

Oh... this is actually p cool to learn...

Sakaneko Academy Private School Student Council...?

Okay...you can’t ask Minoa if she’s been watching too much anime when you are more or less shoving as much otaku culture as you can down her throat okay... that’s...

Kamiigusa... that’s.. that’s not... I don’t think you used quite the right phrase... I...

Ah... SCP back..

OH NO VICE-PRESIDENT IS CUTE HAHAHAH-!!

OHHHH fingersnap denied!

“Arisucchi”

Oh? Club Prez acting like Club Prez?

Oh snap.

Nakano you need to stop just appearing-- it’s... a tad creepy..

ONOTOKISAKA ACADEMY IDOL CLUB-- I CANNOT--

Legendary idol club-- jfc I... oh my lord..

WHOA IS THIS POSE, SENPAI-??

Whoa-- this is... something.... else...

RIP. 

DOUBLE RIP--

Did Nakano just “Imi wakannai”???

Oh god this is... a mes---

DID THE MICROWAVE JUST EXPLODE?!??

This is a total... mess...

Oh no, more infighting.

Oh no-- senpai come back-!!

OH NO SHE MADE FRIENDS THROUGH COSPLAYING 

THAT’S SO CUTE AAURHAOSFFF-

Wait wh- why does the idol have goggles--?

Why are there... axes--- WHY ARE THEY CUTTING DOWN TREESS??

What the fu-- DID THEY BUILD A HOU-...

Is... Is Nakano seriously... wow Nakano you need to... calm......

Holy shit this dude is... pretty deep in idol hell...

YEAH LISTEN TO MY DAUGHTER, SENPAI!!

Determined senpai is cute..

Wow cutting it... stupidly close aren’t you?

Student Council needs to chillllllll..

Oh damn, Nakano fingersnapped--

HOLY SHIT-- LOOKIT THOSE COSTUMES???

Oh come on--

Oh shit-- OH SHIT OH NO-- OH NO BABUS--

What happened to Tsubaki though??

HAHHAHAHAH-- Quick way to get your clubroom renovated: blow up a microwave.

300,000 yen worth of... jesus fucking christ Kamiigusa....

Cutest ED is cute.

[omgahgase]

Bonrin Week: Day 2 Secrets

I’m happy that I get to participate in Bonrin Week this year. This is my first time posting a fanfic I wrote. I normally don’t contribute to these sort of things, but for my demon fighting boys I will! I hope you like this one-shot as much I liked writing it. Please enjoy!

 Let Me See Your Phone

Rin knew that he could be caught at any minute, but at this moment, he couldn’t care less. He was studying with Suguro because Yukio decided to give the exwires a quiz the next day. Sometimes Rin thinks his brother gives the class surprise tests just to pick on him. The boy forgets Yukio’s mineral water once and suddenly he’s out for blood.

Suguro was helping Rin memorize the different arias needed in his dorm he shared with Shima and Konekomaru. They were sitting on the floor, papers and books scattered around them when Suguro said he’d be right back. Rin didn’t question why he needed to leave, only responding with a simple, “‘Kay”. Once he heard the door close shut, Rin sprang into action.

As he rummaged through Suguro’s desk drawer looking for his old flip phone, he thought back to why this became a sort of obsession. It started one week ago after the exwires returned from a simple mission. Rin was walking back to campus with Shima, who was trying to get a date with Izumo, when he noticed something on the ground. “Oh hey, it’s Suguro’s phone. He must’ve dropped it.”

“Dude, lets order some pizza,” said Shima. “By the time we get to the dorms, it’ll be here.”

“For the first time, this idiot actually had a good idea,” Izumo snickered at her own remark.

Shima clutched a hand over his heart. “How rude, Izumo-chan!”

Rin laughed at his two friends. “A pizza does sound pretty good right about now.” He was about to flip open the phone when a hand shot out and snatched the device away.

“The hell you think you’re doing Okumura?” exclaimed Suguro. “Don’t touch my phone!”

“Sorry. I was just gonna-”

“I don’t care, don’t touch my phone!” With that the taller boy marched off to join Konekomaru who was in a conversation with Shiemi.

“What crawled up his ass?” Asked Rin.

“Dunno, he’s been like that for a while now,” said Shima rubbing his chin. “Everytime me or Koneko got too close to his phone, he’d close it and stuff it in his pocket.”

“Maybe he’s hiding something,” stated Izumo. “Probably something dumb.”

A smile grew on Rin’s face. “Well whatever is it, I’m gonna find out.”

From then on, Rin has been trying to get a peek at Suguro’s phone. He’s tried looking over his shoulder during lunch, which only resulted in earning him an earful about personal space. He’s tried stealing it off his desk in class, he came close once, but he didn’t grab the phone. Instead of grabbing the phone Rin grabbed Suguro’s hand, he couldn’t look the boy in the eye for the rest of the day. He’s even thought about pickpocketing him but backed out once he realized that his hand would be too close to the dudes ass. He wasn’t about to take that route just yet.

The fact that Suguro doesn’t let anyone near his phone has Rin ripping his hair out. He thought that by asking the boy to help him study in his dorm was his only chance to finally find what’s on that phone. The only problem with his plan was that he couldn’t find the damn thing. Suguro could come back any minute and find him ransacking his room.

As Rin looked under the bed, he didn’t hear the door open. Suguro entered the room with a bag of chips and a six-pack of soda in his hand. He took one look at the boy and yelled, “Oi, Okumura! What’re you think you doing?

Oh shit.

The half-demon sprang to his feet, slamming his head on the side of the bed in the process. “H-hey Suguro! Back s-so soon?” he stuttered.

“Yeah I went to get food,” he said holding up the chips. “What were you doing under my bed?”

Rin’s face was blazing as he fidgeted in place. “Oh nothing! Just, uh, looking for my pen!”

Suguro dropped the food on the bed and stepped closer to him, making the other step back. “Really?” Rin nodded his head. “Then what’s this?” He reached out to pick the blue pen that was nestled behind the shorter boys’ ear.

Rin’s cheeks was the color of a tomato. With such close proximity and Suguro’s hand by his face, he wanted to melt into the floor with embarrassment. Who the hell did I piss off to deserve this?

The taller boy stepped into Rin’s personal space, earning him a small squeak of surprise when Rin’s back hit the wall. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. His face was too close and his breath smelt like…was that chocolate? The bastard had candy and didn’t share? Fucker.

Suguro could feel Rin’s discomfort radiating off of him and he was loving every minute of it. It’s not everyday he could make Okumura squirm. He’s gonna take as much as he can get. But sadly he’s a decent guy, so he should just end the tormenting.

Suguro leaned down so they were eye level. Their noses almost touching. “What were you looking for?” he screamed in Rin’s face.

Startled, Rin pushed him away and grabbed his books off the floor, stuffing them in his backpack. “You know what? I gotta go. I need to, uh, feed Kuro!”

“But what about the test? You didn’t study enough!”

“I’ll just fail!” With that Rin ran out of the room, slamming the door shut.

Suguro let out a chuckle. “What a dork.” He picked up his pillow and grabbed his phone. “I knew he was looking for this.” He flipped it open and smiled at his background picture. It was of Rin and him at his sixteenth birthday party. Suguro was wearing a Burger Kings crown with Rin’s arm slung around his shoulder. Both of them had cake on their faces but they were smiling ear to ear. Best friends aren’t supposed to keep things from each other, but this is one secret that Rin will never find out.

[hsj-scenarios]

Could I request “Plenty of room under the blankets…” for Hikaru from HSJ? Thank you! 😘

Title: Truth or DarePairing/Relationship: Hikaru/ReaderRating: GWarnings: n/aGenre: Neighbors, Fluffy stuffs! Type: Oneshot

Summary: An issue with your apartment finds you staying with your friend, Hikaru, who lives across the hall.

Koneko (子猫) means kitten/kittenish, ~ chan （～ちゃん）

Koneko-chan=adorable or cute kitten

You hadn’t really started your day off expecting to end up sleeping at your friend Hikaru’s place. In fact, that wasn’t even remotely on your radar. That said, it was a little bit exciting to be there, to be in his space without a group of people. On the rare occasion you’d been to his home you’d always been surrounded by all of your friends. It was easy to imagine this on a normal basis, you and him, eating dinner together, enjoying your favorite television shows together, just spending time with each other so casually.

You’d come home from work to find your door open with the complex manager and a group of contractors in your apartment. Apparently, the water pipe going above your apartment into your neighbor’s upstairs burst. Looking at the disaster area that once was your home, the entire ceiling of your living room open so that you were able to look into your neighbor’s kitchen upstairs–such a mess. You were quite thankful that you kept a tidy house given the nature of your unexpected visitors.

The manager said that the repairs should be done in a few days, basically telling you that you needed to get any belongings out you wanted, so that they could come in and work–that it was entirely too dangerous for you to stay in the apartment while they were doing the renovations and repairs.

You’d planned to travel out of town and stay with your family for a few days. Your only concern being your two cats, who you certainly couldn’t take with you due to family allergies, and you knew you’d be worried about them with people coming in and out of the apartment working. You would, of course, lock them in your bedroom, but if they needed access to that room, then your kittens might escape.

Hikaru had offered for you to stay at his place, it was almost offhanded the way he did it when he’d arrived on scene and took a look at the destruction. You had to consider if he was just being polite or something–but no, he pushed past you into your apartment, giving your cats a wide berth, of course, went to your bedroom and came out dragging all of your pillows and blankets.

“Let’s go, Koneko-chan!” he called as he exited your apartment to go across the hall.

You stared after him, blinking as he used the nickname he’d given you the day you’d moved in when he came over to introduce himself, and discovered there were two ‘man-eating creatures straight from the pits of hell’ which had clearly snuck into your house when you weren’t looking. You’d told him that they were actually your pet kittens, and he said you would have to come to his house or get rid of them if you two were going to be friends. You’d reached a compromise, locking them in your bedroom when he came to visit instead.

You turned gathering your kittens, and shutting them safely into the bedroom, jumping when you turned around and Hikaru was back at your door again, “Well, I’m not even joking, let’s go! You’re not going to go back and forth to work and to check on those savage little monsters, fifty miles each way, for the next week, forget it. You’re staying with me!”

Realizing there was really no point in arguing because if you knew anything about Hikaru it was that he was far more stubborn than anyone you’d ever met, and once he’d gotten something in his mind, that was it. So, you followed him out of the apartment, locking your door and stepping across the hallway into his home. He gathered up all of the bedding that he’d apparently dropped on the ground when he discovered you weren’t following, walking away from you.

You weren’t sure what you should do, never having ventured past his living room and bathroom, so you just stood in the entryway considering your options, nearly jumping out of your skin when he called your name.

You cautiously walked down the hallway, not having been to his room before, and were relieved to find that he apparently kept all of his home neat and tidy and the mystery of what his room would look like was solved. It was very warm and inviting, dark cherry wood furniture with accents of soft browns and blues on the comforter and window treatments. It was really very nice.

“You gonna stand there and watch me work or what?”

You jumped, having been lost in your thoughts, startled to see that he was ripping the bedding off of his bed and preparing to put yours onto it.

“Hikaru, what are you doing!?”

“Making your bed, what does it look like?” His eyebrows rose, as he smiled at you, his mouth turned into a smirk, “Go ahead, play dumb to get out of work.”

“No, I mean,” you turned to look down the hallway, gesturing to the living room, “I was going to sleep in there, it’s perfec–”

“Listen,” his voice took on a tone you rarely heard, stern and absolute, “My Momma might not have taught me everything, and some of it I’ll admit I choose to ignore, but one thing she made clear to me was to treat a girl like a ‘princess’ and there’s no way letting you sleep on that couch out there would be treating you properly!”

“But…I…”

“Hey, if you want me to call my Momma so she can tell you the what’s for, I don’t mind, but I’m not getting into trouble with her just because you’re stubborn.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone and holding it out in your direction.

“Oh, knock it off, I don’t understand why you’re being so dumb, I can sleep just fine anywhere! I’m already imposing enough without taking your bed!”

“Don’t be crazy,” he huffed, stacking the pillows on the head of the bed, “I wouldn’t ever let you sleep on that couch out there, even if my Momma hadn’t told me to do better than that!”

“Why not!?” you grumped right back at him.

“It’s the singularly most uncomfortable couch in the world!” he shrugged, “I don’t even know why I still have it…too busy to get a new one I guess.”

“But you want me to be okay with you sleeping out there?”

He laughed lightly, “I’m not the princess here, you are.”

The way he was looking at you, it was so different, and it was so sweet and gentle and you felt like you could feel his eyes like a caress, but then he was smiling, his normal Hikaru smile and it was easy to believe you’d just imagined it because it happened so fast.

You crossed your arms, knowing there was no way to win this battle, watching as he stood back, examining his handiwork with the bed, satisfied that it was good enough, he glanced at the pile of pillows and bedding he’d removed and shrugged as if having an internal conversation with himself. He moved across the room to take your hand, dragging you down the hallway to the kitchen, “I’ll bet my payday that you missed dinner thanks to all of the chaos, didn’t you?”

Glancing at the clock, you realized that you had indeed missed dinner, and suddenly your tummy was protesting, making it clear that you were positively famished. You didn’t have to say anything, he knew and immediately set to work.

You didn’t even know he knew how to cook, and yet, for all intents and purposes he looked right at home in the kitchen. While he cooked you ran to your apartment, gathering up some of your belongings you would need for the morning, feeding the kitties, and wanting to cry over the mess, the ruined things, so much in your apartment destroyed. You were glad you had insurance, and also glad that most of the things you cared the most about were on the far side of the house away from the leak.

…when you returned to Hikaru’s apartment the smell hit you and you couldn’t help but smile, because whatever he’d made it smelled so good!

Sitting your things down on the table, then moving to sit at the bar to watch him, surprised when he slid a bowl and plate across the table to you immediately. You looked at it, blinking, smiling when you realized that he’d made you tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Certainly, not something you had expected to be in his recipe book, not at all, but one of your all time favorite comfort foods.

You glanced up at him, finding his eyes fixed on you, his expression unreadable, and you grinned, trying to make sure he knew you appreciated what he’d done here, “I…Hikka, thank you–I didn’t know…I had no idea you knew how to make this…” You trailed off and then looked at him again, “How did you know?”

“Truth or dare,” he laughed lightly, raising his eyebrows up and down to tease you about some of your more embarrassing escapades.

“What?”

“Truth or dare, you once took truth and someone asked you to name the two foods you thought went together like couples should…and you said tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

You glanced down at the food again, amazed that he remembered such a trivial detail from months ago, then back up to meet his sheepish smile, “But…my grandmother, she made this, how did you…even know how to…I just…”

“I emailed your Mom and she told me,” he smiled then, seeming quite proud of himself, “Your mom is really nice.”

“You emailed my Mom for a recipe?”

“Yep!” he took the rag from the sink and began wiping off the counter, “Better eat that before it gets cold!”

You nodded, confused by the revelation that he’d even known your Mom’s email address…though the last time she had visited they had seemed to hit it off fairly well, and had even spent an afternoon together while you were at work one day. Still, this was a lot of trouble for him to go through–even to the point of having the ingredients right there in his kitchen…he was such a good friend. Your mind wanted to consider more, but you admonished yourself that you shouldn’t allow yourself to think like that–you were thankful for his friendship, and not willing to risk it.

“Mmmmmm, ohmgffffggoooodddd, Hiikkka,” you knew it was rude to speak with your mouth full but you just had to let him know, almost busting out laughing at how closely he’d apparently been watching you when you’d not noticed, nodding your head.

“It’s good then? Like your Nana made?” He was looking at you again with those same eyes, and you felt like you might choke on the food if you kept staring at him, so you glanced down at your food, taking another big bite to distract yourself.

“MMMFFFF, yes!!!!” you nodded again, as it was absolutely divine, the perfect hint of garlic, the soft tender melted cheese and the perfectly crisped toast. The soup had the right balance of sweet and tangy with basil infused throughout, and when you dipped the two together…it was exquisite!

By the time you’d finished eating he’d cleaned up the kitchen and you glanced at the clock realizing it was far past your bedtime and you had work in the morning. You’d worried things might be awkward to say goodnight, but it wasn’t at all. He’d come into the bedroom and picked up his bedding, showed you the remote to the lights, and said he’d see you in the morning. Smiling sweetly as he closed the door.

You’d changed into your pajamas, settling into the bed, surprised at how soft and squishy it was because it felt like you were laying on clouds. So this is what kind of mattress you can afford on an Idol’s salary. You’d never seen Hikka flaunt his position, fame, or income–in fact, the truth was he was one of the most down to earth guys you’d ever met, proven by the fact he lived in the same apartment complex as you did. 

That said, he clearly didn’t skimp on the quality of his mattress.

You turned the light off and finally, fell into a deep sleep from your exhaustion of the day you’d just had.

You felt hands around your neck, squeezing tightly, and your eyes were fixed on a point over the dark shadow’s shoulder where there was a hole in the ceiling, red colored liquid you had to imagine was blood pouring out of it into the room where you were.

The hands were shaking you, calling your name so loudly in your ears, and then suddenly you were batting at the hands, and heard someone speaking softly, “It’s okay, hey, you’re okay, you’re having a bad dream!”

Your eyes opened, panic still echoing in your mind from the dream, to find Hikaru holding your shoulders, his eyes filled with concern and worry, “Are you okay? You were…you were crying in your sleep, calling out.”

You glanced around, realizing where you were, light from the hallway illuminating the room, and looked at his eyes, trying to find words, but then just felt relief when he sat down on the side of the bed, grabbing you and hugging you when a tear fell down your cheek.

You didn’t know why you were crying, maybe the stress from all of the crazy from the day before, and of course, sleeping in a different room, and just everything, but Hikaru was holding you, his hand lightly rubbing your back as he cradled your head in his other hand, whispering soft words of comfort as you tried to get your balance back.

It was easy to be lost there in that moment, with him holding you, and you wanted to stop the way your mind was racing, not about the dream but about him. You’d spent a long time in denial about the crush you’d been harboring on him, because he was such a good friend and like the age old cliche you were worried it would destroy your friendship if you admitted to such a thing. 

That said, you felt warm and glowing in his arms, and you tried to memorize it, because you could smell him, and it was such a unique smell, you tried to place it–something clean and crisp with a note of sweetness like apples. And his arms weren’t hard like you would have thought, rather they were soft around you.

His breath was warm on your skin, and you wanted to stay there forever, taking in a shuddering breath as he moved back, the feeling of loss hitting you instantly as he looked at you, “Are you okay, Koneko-chan?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, looking down, your eyes widening in surprise when he lifted your head with a finger under your chin, “Are you really  okay?”

You blinked at him, and seeing him, his eyes so close and the way he was looking at you, it would be easy to imagine that he might feel something for you too, but that was just wishful thinking and would lead to nothing but heartache.

“I’m okay, Hikka,” you sniffled, “I’m really sorry to have bothered you.”

He shook his head, “Hey, it’s no bother…it’s not everyday a girl is calling my name out in the middle of the night.” 

The moment the words came out he blushed, realizing how scandalous it had sounded, laughing out loud before he spoke, “I mean–I just…wow…just pretend that statement didn’t come out of my mouth okay?”

You spoke through your laughter, poking fun at him, “What no lady friends spending the night with you, Hikka?”

His expression became serious, and you sobered instantly when he spoke, his tone so firm, “There’s only one person I would want to spend the night with me.”

You swallowed, feeling like you’d done something wrong, and then he smiled brightly, the mood changing again as he reached over to click a button on the remote, a soft light from the corner turning on, “Sometimes I need a nightlight, so maybe that will help.”

He studied your face, and then his voice was tentative, “If…if you want I can bring my blankets in here and sleep on the floor, if you think that would help? It’s probably more comfortable than that couch out there.”

You knew you didn’t want to be alone, but was that okay to ask? He was offering after all, wasn’t he? 

You nodded, and he smiled, a kind of soft smile that made your heart skip a beat, “Okay,” he ran his finger across your cheek, the motion so soft, so tender, his eyes held what felt like affection, and your own grew wider, “I’ll just…”

He took a deep breath, standing up quickly, his hands clenching and unclenching, then moved around the bed, “I’ll go get my stuff.”

“Hikka?”

He stopped at the doorway, turning to look at you, humming softly in response.

“There’s…” you pulled your blankets back, not sure what you were thinking, not sure what you were doing, but tired of not acting on the feelings you had, you patted the pillow beside you, gesturing at the space, “There’s plenty of room under the blankets…”

His eyes widened, staring at the empty space next to you, then looking at you, his expression unreadable, his eyes seeming to look far beyond the room you were in. It seemed like a long time passed, and you felt like you were waiting for the world to explode for the way your body was in complete panic mode, literally screaming at you ’what have you done!?’

He took a step toward the bed, and you noticed for the first time that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, his muscles toned, his body fit, and a pair of plaid pajama pants hung low on his hips, and you took a deep breath, swallowing hard. 

He’s so beautiful.

“Sleep…in the bed with you?” he asked, his voice laced with equal parts of trepidation and anticipation.

“I mean…yes? We’re friends right?” you hedged, your nerves spiking, “Friends…they can do that,” you smiled tentatively at him, not really liking the way you were chickening out after being brave only minutes before.

“Friends…” he murmured, his eyes studying yours as if he was trying to find an answer to a question long asked.

Suddenly, he moved forward, his knee hitting the bed, propelling him toward you, the bed bouncing softly from his movement, and he was right there, your head tilting up to see him as he stood on his knees. His hands reaching down to hold your face, his thumbs stroking across your cheeks, and his words flowing across your skin like the softest fluttering of a heartbeat, “Koneko, what if I told you I didn’t want to just be friends?”

“I–I wha…” you were having trouble thinking with the way his thumbs were moving, the way he was so close, the way he was looking at you, “I..what are–what are you saying?”

His mouth was pinched closed, a clear tension flowing from his shoulders to his body, and then he blinked, and he smiled, so cute, so Hikka, so perfectly, the sweetest most endearing smile of all smiles, and then he leaned forward, and his lips lightly touched yours.

Your eyes were open staring at him as he moved his lips tenderly against yours, in the most gentle of kisses before he drew his head back, blinking at you, “I don’t want to be just your friend anymore,” he whispered softly, his eyes studying yours for any sign of what you were thinking.

Your mind was reworking all of the memories, all of the things he’d done, all of the kindnesses, all of the thoughtful gestures, and then you realized how blind you’d been to not see how hard he was trying all along to get your attention.

“Then…I–I–I would…” you tried to think of the right words, when all else failed, you said the one thing that felt like it fit this one moment in time, your voice soft with emotion as the words left your mouth, Hikaru smiling broadly, already leaning into to capture your lips as he understood the meaning of the words before you’d even finished speaking them.

“I would say, there’s plenty of room under the blankets, Hikka.”

[askingexorcists]

Can you do head canons for how the Exwires and Yukon would react to being infected with Vampirism.

Rin:

Freaks tf out

Doesn’t know what to do

He doesn’t wanna go to anyone for help

So he ends up asking Kuro

But ofc Kuro can’t help him because he’s a cat??

Eventually tells Yukio

Who is pissed as hell his brother managed to get himself turned into a vampire

Rin worried about if he’ll have the urge to drink blood

Stays away from his friends 

Shiemi tries to come near him and he nearly looses control

Feels so overwhelmingly guilty so he locks himself in his room so he can’t hurt or nearly hurt anyone 

Probably spends an hour straining himself trying to turn into a bat

“Nii-san, I’m pretty sure that only happens in the movies.”

“No Yukio! I can feel it! I’m growing battier! Do my arms look longer to you? Are my wings growing?”

“Nii-san, please…just stop, I’ve had enough of your shit, oh my god just kill me. Drink me dry”

Yukio:

Would probably ignore it

Pretend it isn’t happening to him

Deny it to anyone who guesses

Go’s on with normal life

He’s been through too much that he doesn’t want anything else to fuck up

He would repress all new feelings and urges he’s having

Which isn’t the best because it makes him break even more when everything comes crashing out

Has to contain himself in secret

Will say he’s going on a mission or training or something

Searches everywhere for a cure before its too late

Shura realises somethings wrong eventually 

But he still won’t tell

Ryuji:

Won’t believe it at first

Worried af

Looks up a way to cure himself

If he can’t find one he’ll ask for help

He doesn’t want to risk hurting anyone so he stays off school/away from people for a while

Konekomaru would freak out

Convinced Bon is going to hell

Renzou’s surprised as hell but not as concerned as Koneko

Bon shrugs off Koneko’s hell talk

The urges for blood give him terrible migraines and he can’t concentrate on his work

Nemu:

May be a little aphrenrsive 

But embraces it

Doesn’t tell anyone

But that’s only cause he doesn’t speak??

He becomes the bloodthirsty, heartless monster of Tokyo

But is discreet about it and knows how to get away with his crimes

He’s in the order so he’s able to cover up his tracks

Fantasies about ripping peoples throats out during class

Pursuing a girl online he’s took a liking too

Planning on some netlifx & kill

Konekomaru:

Is beyond scared

Immediately asks for help

Connived he’s going to hell

Admits sheepishly that he feels the urge to drink blood

Shima of course makes jokes about it

“Hey, Koneko-san, why don’t you just eat a stray cat to hold ya of for a while?”

“SHIMA I COULD NEVER!”

Would probably go to Mephisto for help as he believes he will most likely know the best solution 

Renzou:

Also freaks out

“I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!”

“Shima-kun, vampires can’t die…”

“OH RIGHT! This is fine then!”

Is kinda cool with it just a little stunner till

Thinks about how girls are totally into vampires 

Embraces it

Cosplays as Mika from owari no seraph/serpah of the end

“Girls are totally gonna be into me guys! Guess who’s totally getting laid tonight!!!”

“Urrrr….Shima-kun….if vampires are undead then how can they get an errection?”

“Um…well they seem fine in the movies? Maybe vampires have magic dicks??”

“Probably more along the lines or magic blood…but okay.”

Izumo:

Is shocked

& scared

But won’t admit it

Summon her familiars for help 

Research them in her exorcist textbooks

Ask Paku for help when she can’t find a solution

Paku convinces her to tell the other exwires

They’re all freaked out but decide to help her instantly

Shima has a billion dirty thoughts in 0.4 seconds of Izumo wearing nothing but black stockings and a vampire cape

She has her own fangs now

Shima is begging her to bite him

“I wouldn’t bite you even if I were starving to death!”

“Bite me, Izumo-chan!! Let’s live eternally in each others embrace!!”

Shiemi:

ignore the ‘I’m so happy!’ part

Is really worried about what she might do

Doesn’t want to hurt anybody

Still determined to do her best and help everyone out if they’re in trouble too

Has bad anxiety about it

Go’s to Rin and Yukio for help

Tries to create her own remedies in her garden

May also ask Mephisto for help

Thanks to @foxpurrito for giving me a few ideas for these (SM, KM,RS)!!

[akaluan]

Zapakutou Rebellion, DE maybe-future-drabble

Kaito grimaced as the rogue Zanpakutou reached into him and /yanked/, pulling his three spirits free with a brutal disregard for his comfort. Still, he refused to show the pain, even as Ichigo, Shiro, and Zangetsu all materialized around him.

Ichigo grumbled, crossed his arms over his chest, and gave Muramasa a gimlet stare. “I don’t care who or what your purpose is, leave us the hell alone, bastard.”

“Yeh!” Shiro broke in, “We jes got fuckin’ comfortable inside Koneko again, an’ ya had ta rip us out like that!”

Zangetsu said nothing, but he stepped up behind Kaito and gave the rogue Zanpakutou a disapproving stare.

Muramasa’s face was a study of confusion, as he stared between the three spirits. “Wh— why are you not obeying me? Don’t you want to be free?”

“Look,” Ichigo declared firmly, “I don’t care what the hell your grief is with your wielder, but we /like/ ours.”

“Koneko-chan’s finally been trained right!” Shiro ignored Kaito’s startled ‘hey!’ except to shoot a smirk over his shoulder at Kaito. “We get ‘ttention, get ta fight whenever we want, an’ he don’t bother us fer shitty things!”

“He is quite pleasing,” Zangetsu finally added, when Muramasa turned his confused gaze on him. “Now, I suggest you leave before we show how complete our teamwork actually is.”

Muramasa’s expression flashed through anger and disbelief and straight into a blank mask that revealed nothing of his thoughts. “We’ll see how you feel about that. I’ll deal with you four later.”

Kaito narrowed his eyes as Muramasa fled, wondering what, exactly, had driven the other to do that. Based on previous encounters he had been told about, fleeing before he had achieved his goal was very much unlike the other, especially without a fight. He exchanged cautious glances with Ichigo, finding his friend just as pensive and wary.

“What. The hell.”

All four of them froze as a /very/ familiar voice spoke up from behind them. Almost as one, they turned to confirm who had spoken up.

Kurosaki Ichigo had approached them at some point, and was currently standing with his face blank in shock, sword nearly touching the ground in a loose grip.

“Kurosaki,” Kaito greeted the other flatly, before movement off to the side caught his attention. With a grimace, Kaito watched Ishida stepping out from around a tree and approach them. “And Ishida.”

“Kaito, what the /hell/?” Kurosaki asked, as he pointed at Ichigo. “Why does /he/ look like /me/ with striped hair?!”

Kaito and Ichigo exchanged uncomfortable looks. None of them had considered /this/ would be how they were revealed; in fact, they had been attempting to avoid Muramasa completely for just this reason. Unfortunately, that plan had worked out about as well as some of this /other/ plans had gone. That is to say, not at all.

“I would assume,” Ishida spoke up into the uncomfortable silence that was starting to grow, “that he looks like you because he is you. Or… a form of you.”

“Wh— did you /know/?!”

“No. But looking back, it makes far too much sense.” Ishida shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, looking between the three spirits and Kaito. An uncomfortable cast settled across his features, eyes pinched and unsettled. He addressed Kaito directly, then,  “You’re me, aren’t you.”

Kaito bit his lip against the hysterical laughter that was bubbling up in his chest; at his side, Shiro didn’t even bother. The spirit broke out into maniacal laughter, pointing at Kurosaki’s blank expression and clearly finding great amusement in it.

“Shiro, shut up,” Ichigo grumbled, as he thumped Shiro over the head.

“Hah!” Shiro gave a last few cackles as he straightened up, then gave a toothy grin. Before Kaito could do anything to stop him, Shiro said, “Looks like th’cat’s outta the bag, eh Koneko-chan?”

Kaito groaned, pinched the bridge of his nose, and wished he was anywhere but here. /Anywhere/.

[star-crossedfidelity]

~ Jealousy ~

(Mun!Yuki: I am very happy to have finally finished it!!! ;w; Ever since @diabolik-yuko asked about Hisoka being jealous and I got inspired by my writing commission from her, I had this tendency to write Hisoka and her jealousy. :3 For day 4!!! ENJOY!!!!! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙)

It was a quiet clear night at school. Footsteps clicked as the brunette girl walking up stairs; Although looking composed, her eyes was dull, showing just a glint of mercilessness.

And there was only one reason why.

‘I’ll make sure this time.. that the bitch keeps her hands off of Ruki-sama..’

~

Hisoka was tired and ready to go home, despite the day not being over yet. All assignments from her classes were turned in and completed. “What should I do when I get home? Cook? Clean?” ‘Maybe ask Ruki to have some coffee with me and discuss about that new book..’ Hisoka blushed at her thought.

It has been some time now since Hisoka declared her loyalty to Ruki; However, their relationship was not well-known yet in the school, although people have noticed them together more often than usual and Hisoka’s hostility towards him was now replaced with kindness. Currently, Hisoka is separated from her master, to search for her childhood friend, Yui. Now that she has proclaimed herself to no longer work for the organization as a vampire huntress, Hisoka resumes her duty as a watchdog for her dear friend.

As she was about to turn the corner, Hisoka spotted a familiar, pretty girl from her class, chatting with her small group of female friends, and glared at her when she backed up.

‘Her again…?’

Because of the brunette and the eldest Mukami has been seen together more often, A female classmate has been trying to start something with her, bullying her quite often. At first, Hisoka ignored it and figured the naive girl would give up eventually; However, it continued on. From tripping her intentionally, to attempting to spread ugly rumors about her, to sabotaging the essays she worked very hard. And she always pretends to be innocent, to a point where she even try to play as a victim.

It was obvious that it was all because the self-proclaimed ex-huntress was living under the same roof as Ruki, and it has gotten worse after her relationship with Ruki slowly becomes recognized. ‘Jealousy sure is ugly..’Hisoka thought to herself. Before she backed up more and attempted to walk a different direction, her ears captured a bit of the conversation the group of girls had.

“You’re really going to confess to him?! Isn’t he dating Kuroi-san?!”

Hearing the mentioning of her last name, Hisoka stopped dead at her tracks, and decided to stay still as she leaned against the wall and eavesdrop.

“‘Dating’?; Don’t you remember Kuroi-san saying before that she wants nothing to do with Ruki-kun, remember?” Hisoka heard the voice of her bully, making her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, but that was literally three month ago; Anything could happen between then and now.” Said one of the voices from her bully’s group of friends. “Still, Ruki-kun deserves better; Kuroi-san is weird and is so stuck-up; Her only friend is that 2nd year Komori girl; I mean, come on, Who would really want to go out with a bitch like Kuroi-san who that acts like she’s too cool for everyone and is always so rude!” Hisoka nearly scoffed, ‘Look who’s talking, Hypocrite…’

“When are you planning to confess?” Another voice asked. “Tomorrow! In the classroom!” Her bully giggled, making the brunette’s ears want to bleed and decided this was enough information for her and leave the other direction.

‘Tomorrow, in the classroom…’Hisoka took note inside her thoughts, ‘Confessing to Ruki, huh…’The thought of her bully’s plan made the brunette grit her teeth and be fueled with anger. Possessiveness overwhelmed the self-proclaimed ex-huntress, and her hands balled up into fists, quickly turning her knuckles white. Even the thought of her bully laying a finger upon her master made her want to rip her to shreds.

A dark look then appeared upon Hisoka’s face, as her blue eyes had a murderous glint,

“Over my dead body…”

~

Her newly found anger became noticeable to Yui right away once the brunette found her in her classroom; It was like whenever she doesn’t drink coffee, but she was still trying to keep her cool; And Yui felt a cold, dark aura surrounding her best friend.

“Hisoka-chan?” Yui’s call seems to have brought Hisoka back to reality, but only was given a “Hm?” as a reply, “Did.. something happen?” The blonde girl asked. “What makes you say that?” Hisoka questioned, however her eyes still remains murderous. “W-well… you haven’t said anything since you came to get me, and it seems like something was bothering you…”

“Is that so?” Hisoka’s response remained short, this is where Yui decided to make her friend talk. “Hisoka-chan, you know you can tell me if something is bothering you; Please?” Yui stopped and have her friend lock her blue eyes with Yui’s pink ones. “I hate it when you don’t tell me things that are bothering you..”

Right in the heart, Hisoka felt a bit of pain mixed with regret. She knew she should tell Yui. But this time, she needs to handle things herself and make matters into her own hands. “I promise I will tell you; But now is not the time..” Hisoka looked to Yui’s eyes with her eyes narrowed, showing her seriousness, “For now, let’s hurry to the others; I don’t wish to keep them waiting, especially not Ruki-sama.”

The moment Hisoka called Ruki “Ruki-sama”, it clicked. Yui wasn’t stupid, she knew how much her best friend was in love with the eldest Mukami. Even going as far as to give up everything for him; Such as her title, her status, her goals, her ties with the organization and her grandmother, even being a huntress all together. However, the blonde knew if the brunette called her master by “Ruki-sama”, what made her friend become like this must have something to do with him.

‘Hisoka-chan…’Yui looked at her friend worriedly as they continued to walk.

It wasn’t long until they met up with the Mukami brothers in the hallway. “Oi! Took you long enough, Inoshishi!” Ignoring Yuma, Hisoka simply turned to walk away. “Ne Koneko-chan~ Where are you going~?” Kou questioned, making the brunette stop. “I need to go back to the classroom for something important;” Hisoka turned to Ruki and asked, “Permission to do so?”

His eyebrow arched as the ex-huntress asked. Certainly something happened if she was going to just drop her dear friend off with them and leave immediately; He was already informed that the brunette was caught up in her assignments, so for her needing to go back to their classroom was rather suspicious.

“Yes, Permission is granted.” Ruki nodded. With permission granted, Hisoka continued to be on her way.

~

Before the last class of the night came in session once more, Hisoka arrived back early with a black note in her hand, placing it upon her bully’s desk. Once it has been placed, The brunette thought, ‘You will know better… than to fuck with me..’

Unknowingly to her once she has left with multiple thoughts in her mind, there was a pair of grayish-blue eyes watched her from behind the scenes.

~

Now it was present time.

The more Hisoka thought about the reaction upon her bully’s face, the more she wanted to burst out laughing. The moment Hisoka walked in, she saw her giggling and talking excitedly with her group of friends, even glancing at the brunette and smirked slightly during class; And by the end of the night, Hisoka’s bully was the first one to run out the door. ‘That’s probably what happens when you forge someone’s handwriting and write down a note telling someone to meet here to talk about something important.’

Now Hisoka was on her way to go to the rooftop. Where she was waiting.

~

Once Hisoka made it on top of the rooftop, quietly opened the door and closed it. She saw her bully was in front of her and has turned around with a cheerful smile, only to disappear and be replaced with a frown. “Kuroi-san? What are you doing here? I was expecting to see Ruki-kun!” Her bully demanded. “Glad to know you have proven yourself to be stupid enough to not tell the difference between a legit handwriting and a forged handwriting.” Hisoka has tried to forge Ruki’s handwriting to the best of her abilities. It wasn’t exactly perfect as she only excelled forging Yui’s perfectly, but luckily it was able to fool her bully into believing that it was his.

“But at least you actually came up here like the note said; I did want to have a talk.” Hisoka bore her eyes into her bully’s, making her bully shudder but keep her ground. “Yeah? Make this quick.” Her bully rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Alright, I was going to cut straight to a point anyways; Plain and simple.” Hisoka stepped forward, making the girl in front of her step back.

“Don’t act innocent and sweet towards Ruki-sama and throw yourself at him anymore.” The brunette glared, “It’s gross, and it is clearly obvious he isn’t interested in the likes of you at all; That’s why I’m here to do you a favor before you do something stupid.” Of course, This made her bully react negatively.

“Excuse you?! How dare you tell me what to do! Just because you live together with him, doesn’t mean you can boss me around and act as his personal bodyguard! You are nothing but just a dog, aren’t you?! What makes you think you’re so special?!”

Hisoka waited and waited until the bitch was done. And once she was, the brunette thought ‘Oh, is she finally done?’ Well, Hisoka already predicted this being the case.

Now it was time for the dog to bite.

“Hmm.. I see.. so you’re going to be stubborn and refuse to listen to reason? So, That’s how it’s going to be, isn’t it?”

The bully flinched as she heard Hisoka’s voice became cold, dropping the temperature colder than it already was. The brunette quietly walked towards to the girl, who found herself backed up against the wall and felt intimidation from the dark aura coming from Hisoka. Once she got close enough, Hisoka lifted her arm and quickly launched forward to the bully’s face, who wasn’t able to flinch, prepared for the punch.

Only there was there a hard smash. The bully slowly opened their eyes to see Hisoka’s arm trail to the wall beside her, and her knuckles covered in blood from the punch in the wall with cracks. “I’ll say this one last time…” The bully turned to the brunette, as Hisoka spoke in her low, cold tone, “Stay the hell away from my Master; Otherwise, I will bite…” To finish this up, the brunette leaned in beside the bully’s ear and growled, “Are.we.clear?”

Without a word needed to be said, The bully sprinted off, terrified, leaving Hisoka there to watch her run and look at her bloody knuckles. It hurt a little, however she paid no attention as she felt accomplished in completing her job. It wasn’t long until she felt a familiar presence behind her, making her turn to see it was none other than Ruki. “So this was what you were hiding.”

Feeling embarrassed, Hisoka looked down, “I made it too obvious, didn’t I?” She questioned. “It became obvious the moment you immediately left Livestock to us and left.” Ruki answered. His eyes saw the dripping of blood from the ex-huntress’s knuckles. “You didn’t want to share your master with anyone; That’s why you did what you did and use intimidation.” Hearing this from her master, The brunette blushed and bite down her lip. It may be true; However, it was just embarrassing to hear it coming from the eldest Mukami himself. “You even chose to forge his own handwriting too; Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about this?”

“I-I just..” Hisoka gasped as she felt Ruki’s hand grabbing her hand covered in blood. “You have cause a lot of trouble; And you even ended up bleeding.” The eldest Mukami lifted up the brunette’s hand and started to lick off the blood, making Hisoka blush crimson red and try to look away. “I didn’t order you to look away, did I? You will look and you won’t stop unless I say so.” His grayish-blue gaze made her spine shiver as he spoke, “I order you to watch.“

After being given the order, Hisoka watched as she was told to do. She didn’t want to give up this man. He was the man that Hisoka vow to remain loyal to until the day she died. The Man whom she once hated yet came to love with all of her being.

Now she was sure of it. Mukami Ruki was her master, and hers alone. Kuroi Hisoka won’t give him to anyone for as long as she lives. Not to any other girl, Not even to Yui.

‘Just as I said… Jealousy sure is ugly..’