#They do talk after this and Sol gets a boundaries lesson

[tripping-tennis-ball]

Morgan doesn't utter a word. Sol has sat up by the end of his rant. His knees are tucked into his chest, arms wrapped around them. He stares blankly at a wall. Exhaustion pours off of her in waves. The silence persists for long enough that most would usually mark the conversation over by now. Xe gets a feeling, though, that she's not quite done yet. They're right, of course. Sol looks towards them, eyes wide and alert despite the medication coursing through his system. "Hayte," he whispers, "It- It doesn't think I'm people."

She doesn't say anything else. Morgan nods in understanding. They don't ask how he found out. They wouldn't. There are no reassurances xe could possibly give, not any that would mean anything. At least, not right now. Instead, they stand up. "I'm gonna grab you some water. Alright, sunshine? You stay right here." She acknowledges their departure with just a small nod. Instead electing to stare blankly at the wall again. Morgan walks into the kitchen to grab a cup. They'd known Sol had a lot more to him. Xe always had a vague sense of what could have caused some of her behaviors. It's unsurprising, at least to them, that he'd struggled socially growing up. The specifics are what interests xem. It's depressing, to say the least. The pressure to conform, to be liked, It's something Morgan has always despised. They'd rather be themself and drive people away than give in to what others expect from xem. That mindset has caused issues in the past, sure, but it's worth it. They don't think Sol would agree. For as long as Morgan has known her, Sol has been a people pleaser. It's clear in the way he holds himself around those who's opinions matter to her. It shows in how she smiles and laughs to hide any emotion that he doesn't think is "necessary." That's not to say he never shows negative emotion or that she can't assert herself. He wears anger well. When someone crosses a line or ignores a clear boundary, she isn't afraid to do something about it. They've seen it themself. Too many people have come out of an interaction with Sol with a broken nose for xem to say otherwise. Whether those lines are drawn well or if there's enough of them, however, is a different story. Not to mention the attachment.

(He's spent so long trying to be normal for other people that he practically throws himself at anyone who doesn't hate her "differences". She's so desperate for someone to know him that he lets too much slide. I think she knows that as well as I do.) By the time Morgan returns with the water, and a couple of painkillers, Sol has passed out in her seat. They smile, setting the water and painkillers down on a nearby counter for when he wakes up. They grab a blanket and place it gently over his shoulders. They'll have a lot to talk about once she's awake and sober. There's no way xe are going to pretend nothing happened, come late evening. For now, though, they'll sit and watch over her. Maybe even take a nap of their own once they process everything. Morgan glances over at Sol. "Rest well."

Sol knocks harshly on the door.

"Morgan? Morgan, open up!"

He takes a deep breath. A futile attempt to calm her already fraying nerves.

" I can hear you. I know you're in there."

"Alright, alright. I'm coming, jeez."

Morgan grabs their shirt off the back of their chair and shoves it on. They stumble a little as they make it to the door.

They unlock the door, swinging it open. They raise a brow as they take in Sol's disheveled appearance.

His clothes are wrinkled, and the bottom of her jeans damp from coming through the grass. He's breathing heavily, as if he'd been walking for a while.

"The hell happened to you?"

Xe usher her in.

[i-growl-growl-growl]

OMG OMG OMG OMG ur doing yandere now! Could I pls have a NCT yandere of their s/o trying to escape them? pretty pls with cherries on top! I love you so much!

Wow. OK. I uh…….. I…….was unaware that the yandere-verse fans would come for me so quickly. Dang!

Well, I guess I’ll get started on this for you.

Just be aware that some reactions are extremely short while others are longer in length, also also, I’m not a yandere au expert so some reactions may push the boundaries of Yandere…… or maybe I’m just being paranoid.

I did NCT ot21.

Hope this lives up to your expectations.

~Savie

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WARNING: If you’re sensitive to yandere, stalker, kidnapper themed scenarios/reactions then DO NOT read this reaction thread.

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Taeil: He can sense your intentions to escape before you even know that you have them yourself. Any time he senses something remotely off key in your guys relationship he’ll bring it to your attention and remind you that he’s the only one who loves you and doesn’t want to hurt you. He’ll tell you that he’s the only one who can protect you from all the evils of this world and if that isn’t enough to get you to stay and obey him then he’s got a trusty shock collar and long chain that he can bind you with to keep you from leaving or making too much of a fuss.

“I don’t want anyone or anything to happen to you baby, please stay with me. If you choose to be a brat then I’ll have no choice but to force you to stay with me”

Taeyong: This man will build a fortress if he has to to ensure you can’t escape from him. He’s smart and he’ll think of any possibly scenario that could play out before he even approaches you. He might give off too strong of a vibe for you to be comfortable around him? That’s OK, he knows how to play cute and innocent for you. You might hesitate in agreeing to being in a relationship with him? That’s OK, he can just manipulate you into believing that no one else would ever want to date you. You might find out about his obsession over you and try to leave? Nope! Not on his watch! He’ll just have to lock you up in one of the rooms that has no windows and can’t be unlocked without a scanner card or code lock.

There’s no way for you to escape from him, mentally or physically. Before you know it, he’ll have every part of you wrapped around his finger, completely dependent on him for survival.

Johnny: You wouldn’t even have a chance to escape from Johnny no matter how much you wanted to. He’d make sure that you never left his sight from the moment you fell for his trap and started a relationship with him. Even if it meant that he’d have to follow you into the restroom, he wouldn’t allow you to leave his sight.

Sorry sweetie, but you’re SOL if Yandere Johnny sets his sights on you.

Yuta: “no no no sweetie pie, you can’t leave me that easy. If you don’t want to be punished more than you already will be then I suggest you turn your butt around and head back home. Actually, why don’t you come with me, we’d get there such much sooner if we both just ride back in my car. I wouldn’t want to risk you running away any further if I drove home on my own.”

Kun: Kun was right in front of you before you even knew it. For a moment it seemed that you would actually succeed in escaping as you ran down a long, windy road that lead back to civilization after escaping from the house he’d been keeping you hostage in but, unfortunately, you had chosen to escape while Kun was just taking a long stroll.

He was able to notice your running figure approaching him as he began walking back home. He wouldn’t panic upon seeing your escaped figure because he knew that there was still quite a ways to go before you’d hit civilization even if you managed to get past him (which wouldn’t be possible).

He continued to walk towards you at a steady pace as your figure came closer and closer, still at a full sprint since it seemed as though you had failed to realize that the man you thought was going to be your savior was actually your captor all along. Once you were close enough to realize that you weren’t saved but, instead, were face to face with your ‘boyfriend’, your legs gave way and you began screaming for any help possible as you kneeled on the pavement with exhaustion and fright, tears streaming down your face.

“Hey there darling, glad you decided to join me on my daily stroll. You must be exhausted from all that running to catch up with me. Let’s get you off the ground and get you back home, this is more exercise for you than you’ve had in quite a while, we wouldn’t want to push you past your limits too fast now would we? Oh C’mon now, there’s no need to cry, I’m here now. You managed to catch up to me. Everything’s OK so wipe away those tears OK”

Doyoung: Today was your chance to escape, your boyfriend-turned-captor had finally left you alone after so long of being pent up in this apartment with him always by your side. He’d left to go get groceries since supplies had been running low recently.

You’d be reaching for the door knob to the front door of your shared apartment with nerve-racking chills pulsating through your body at the thought of being caught. This has been the closest to the door you have ever been since Doyoung brought you here and has held you hostage. You imagine all the times that he’s told you that he’s doing this for your own good, that the outside world is too dangerous for you, that there are people who want to steal you away from him as your hand grasps the door knob and begins to slowly twist it open. Most people would be in a rush to escape but the overwhelming sense of anxiety washing over you was telling you that this all seemed too easy and that something, or someone, could be right behind the other side of this door- preventing you from seeking your freedom.

You’d come to far to turn back now, besides, who knew when you’r next chance to escape would be? It was now or never, if you don’t leave now then you may end up being stuck here with Doyoung forever.

Once the door knob has been twisted completely open, you prepare to dash out of the door once you manage to calm yourself down a bit. Low and behold, your paranoia had been right. Upon opening the door you only manage to take a few steps out the door before you’re being held up, held up by no other than Doyoung himself with a large gun aiming straight at your chest.

No no no, of course he wouldn’t actually shoot you, even if he would- fortunately for you-this gun is unloaded- but you were’t aware of that and he knows it. He wouldn’t say anything as he tilts his head, placing his finger around the trigger. “I suggest you get inside sweetheart, I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

A cold sweet would break out over your body at his stern voice that was filled with warning. All you could do was begin taking steps back while keeping your eyes trained on the gun being pointed at you. “That’s right darling, keep going, get back inside where it’s safe.”

He’d follow you into the apartment until you were in his bedroom before putting the gun down. “I’ll go and get the groceries later. First I should punish you for being such a bad baby.”

Ten: hoooooooo hooooo, god forbid anyone try to escape from ten, they’d be regretting it forever!

Lucky for him, Ten knows he has a charm like no other, one that has you stopping in your tracks and staring into those deep, dark brown eyes of his, getting lost in the beauty of them. Those eyes, along with his sweet voice, can hypnotize you into doing anything he wants, even obeying to go through any punishment that he sees fit to teach you a lesson.

So, when you decide you couldn’t be with him after finding his hidden shrine filled with photos of you that he’s taken over the years (the years before you even knew him) as well as some of your clothes and trinkets that had gone missing laying at the bottom of the shrine, you’d run to your room and pack a bag of clothes. When he’d get home and find you in the midst of your packing he’d ask what was going on an get an answer he’d hoped he’d never hear.

He wouldn’t panic because, as mentioned, he has his hypnotic charms and can easily have you unpacking your bag and laying on the bed in wait for him to come and punish you without you being consciously aware of it until its too late for you.

“You won’t leave me. You can’t leave me. No one can. You belong to me. I won’t let you leave. now unpack you bag and lay down before you get hurt.”

Jaehyun: He had been reading the emails and texts that you had been sending to your friend who had agreed to put in a good word for you at the business that they worked at (which just so happened to be a rival business of Jaehyun’s.)

Let’s just say that these emails and texts did not make Jaehyun happy in the slightest. What made it even worse is that you had sent the emails through the office computers while using your office email so he was able to monitor not only who you were sending the emails to and what the emails consisted of but, also, he could tell that you were planning this while you were supposed to be working.

He’d call you into his office immediately and have a long talk with you about how unprofessional you had been and how you owe him by staying in his company AND by going on a date with him.

“All this time I thought you were my best employee, turns out you’re nothing but a slacking backstabber. Here’s the deal, I’ll forgive you for being so unprofessional if you agree to stop this nonsense and stay with my company. You’ll also have to be at my beck and call whenever I wish, however I wish. If you disagree to these terms then I’ll send in a report to any company that you dare to apply for telling them that you steal corporate fundings and slack off on the job. You wouldn’t want anyone believing that you’re that bad of an employee would you? No? Good. Glad we could sort this out. I’ll see you for our first date tonight after my shift.”

WinWin: tears would be streaming down your face as you fought against the rope wrapped around your hands. A long section of it was being used as a leash to lead you back to the room that you had just escaped from.

WinWin was obviously at the other end of the rope, tugging it harshly to get you back into the room. It was shocking how much he seemed to be enjoying this. He didn’t seem mad at all that you had just tried to escape in fact he seemed happy about it. A big smile was plastered on his face as he continued to drag you back into the white room that had come to be your personal hell ever since the bubbly “innocent” boy had first trapped you here.

“C’mon y/n! c’mon back to your room where you belong. Don’t you miss it?”

Jungwoo: Jungwoo is such a clingy person, good luck to anyone who wants to escape from him. The only way to escape from him is if you find a way to kill him then pry his dead hands away from you.

“I love you y/n. I want to hug you and feel your warmth forever! Lets be together forever OK?”

Lucas: you knew you were screwed as soon as you saw the look on Lucas’ face when he found you just hours after your escape.

“well well well my pretty, someone has been very naughty haven’t they? Play time is over, no more Hide N’ Seek for you. Lets get you back home so that I can teach you a lesson about how to behave hm.”

Mark: “I can’t say that I’m surprised about this y/n. I always had a feeling that you were lying about reciprocating the feelings that I have for you. No worries though, after I teach you a lesson you’ll know better than to hurt me like this ever again. Now, if you don’t want this to be so painful I’d suggest staying still otherwise I may end up braking more bones than I intend to.”

Xiaojun: “here’s the deal y/n, I’ll lessen your punishment for trying to leave me but only if you get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness and tell me why you’d try to leave me. I don’t deserve this. I’ve been nothing but kind to you. I’ve done nothing but love you. How dare you try and rip my heart out of my chest as if our relationship means nothing. Start begging!”

Hendery: “hey babe, where do you think you’re going? Oh, you thought you could escape? Well, I’ve got some news for you.”

Renjun: He was less than impressed to come home to an empty apartment. When he went to your room and saw that some of the drawers had been ransacked and a luggage case was missing he lost his mind! He’d scream out your name and go from door to door asking if any of his neighbors had seen you. With no trace of you left he knew that he’d have to start out with obvious places that you’d think to go and, if it turned out that you weren’t at any of those places, then he’d have to search high and low for you.

Renjun wouldn’t hesitate to tear down the city if he had to in order to find you and bring you back home.

Even if it took him months to find you again, he’d wouldn’t give up his search. He had to make sure that you were safe and that no one would hurt you or steal you away from him……….. maybe that had been what happened in the first place.

He’d begin to think that maybe someone had found you and wanted you for themselves so they found a way to sneak into his apartment and kidnap you from him.

A few months would go by with no trace of you when suddenly, he’d find a familiar figure sitting at a booth in a restaurant that he had decided to stop by to get some lunch. He’d take a better look at the figure and find out that it was you. You looked different since you had cut and dyed your hair but that didn’t bother him one bit. He had finally found you!

You’d feel an eerie presence all of a sudden as you sat at the dining table, waiting for your lunch to be delivered to you. After a figure approached you and stood at the end of your table, you decided to look up from your phone- imagining that it was the waiter who was here with your food. When you did look up from your phone what you saw wasn’t the waiter that you had been hoping for but rather your worst nightmare, Renjun.

You’d see him staring down at your frightened self with a blank look before a smile would swipe across his face and he’d wave at you.

“Hey babe! Long time no see huh!? I hope you don’t mind if I sit here with you…. well of course you wouldn’t I’m your boyfriend after all lol .So, what have you been doing all this time? Why haven’t you called me? Haven’t you known how worried I was about you? I’ve missed you so much! I can’t wait for us to catch up during lunch then head home. Home hasn’t been the same with out you. Oh, speaking of home not being the same, I’ve made some adjustments to it that I thought would be necessary for when you return home. I’m sure you’ll like them. You’ll feel much safer than you did before and no one will be able to steal you away again. What?…. What’s wrong? Why are you shaking so much? Are you scare?….. Oh no no no, that can’t be it. You’re probably just so happy to see me again that you’re getting emotional. Yeah, that must be it. Well, no worries, I’m happy to see you again to.”

Jeno: “an eye for an eye y/n. You keep trying to leave me so all I can do is keep finding ways to prevent you from doing that. All I want is your love. Is that too much to ask for? I love you, why can’t you just love me back. Can’t you see that punishing you hurts me as much as it hurts you? I don’t want to do any of this to you. I want us to be happy together.”

Haechan: high or low, near or far, sun or snow. No matter what, no matter where, no matter when, Haechan will never be far behind you. The love he has for you will never end and it will always lead him to you. You’ll never be able to completely escape. It like there’s a tracker planted in you or something, he always manages to find you any time you try to get away from him. Yandere Haechan is no joke! He’ll track you down until you give up and agree to be with him and never leave him.

Jaemin: He had known what you were planning on doing because he had been secretly reading the messages on your phone that you’d been send to your family for the past three weeks.

Obviously, your plans to escape wouldn’t fly with him. One night you’d fall asleep in his arms, everything seeming to be going normal, but the next morning you’d wake up to find a long chain wrapped around one of your feet with the other end being locked around leg of your bed.

You’d look over to Jaemin’s side of the bed and see him holding your phone in his hand. He’d look at you, seemingly upset, before telling you that you weren’t going anywhere as he sat up on the edge of the bed, ruffled his hair, then pulled out a hammer from the drawer next to him and smashed your phone to pieces.

“I told your family that we talked things over and everything is fine so don’t expect anyone to come looking for you anytime soon.”

YangYang: He’d be less than impressed with your attempts to escape. Each time you tried his punishments would get worse. Eventually he’d lock you away in a dark, soundproof room with no windows or furniture other than a mattress for you to sleep on. There wouldn’t be a blanket since you’d be trapped in a straitjacket that he had somehow gotten his hands on. He’d leave you in there for a few days to think about what you’d done before you’d get any form of human interaction, food or light.

Chenle: He’d block the doorway as you tried to get away, essentially rendering your attempt to escape futile.

You’d stop dead in your tracks and immediately begin to beg for mercy upon seeing the evil glare that he was sending your way. You may even try running back to the room he’d been keeping you hostage in for the past week in hopes that he’d drop it and not punish you, but ohhhhhhh would he still punish you.

“I’ve been nothing but kind to you, I’ve done nothing but love you and this is how you want to repay me?! By running away! Oh no cupcake, that’s not happening on my watch!”

Jisung: Jisung would stand over your unconscious body as he catches his breath from the long swim that he had just endured.

He had arrived back at the cabin he had bought for the two of you to find you swimming away, far off in the distance within the large lake that wasn’t too far from the house.

He’d drop everything he had and sprint into the lake, swimming as fast a he could to catch up to you and bring you back home before you’d possibly drown. Once he caught up to you he’d wrap his long arms around your body and try his best to tow you back to land. You’d struggle and scream at the top of your lungs as he succeeded. Once he got you back to land, he’d begin dragging you towards the cabin again, whispering sweet nothing into your ear in hopes that you’d calm down but you’d only fight against his hold even harder.

Before he could get you completely out of the water you’d manage to squirm you way up of his grasp. He’d try grabbing at you again but you’d run as best as you could in the other direction (back into the lake). You wouldn’t get far however because you’d end up tripping on a large submerged log and fall into the water, your head hitting the rocks hard enough to knock you out.

He’d rush over to your unconscious body and heave it over his shoulders, carrying it as far back to land as he could before having to put you down so that he could catch his breathe. Once he did he’d pick you up again and take you inside, tying your unconscious form to the bed before he’d break down crying breathlessly.

“Why would you try to leave me y/n? I thought we loved each other? Have I ot been showing you enough love? Why would you do this?”

[r95irth]

I went back from work listening to the aristocat french song ‘apprenons nos gammes et nos arpèges” and so i wrote this. It has no purpose but it was cute and i wanted to share it. Plus it had been a long time since i wrote anything cute about the better care family xD

A Momo and Satoru’s bonding time ahead =D Be warned (slight todomomo at the end but it’s really not much)

It had been a long day of work for Momo. She was tired and already dreaming of an evening with a book, and Shouto by her side on the couch. But the day was not over, and she did her best not to look as tired as she felt. As the leader of Peace office, she couldn’t be seen as anything less but perfect. So she nodded to the worrying parents in front of her, and gave them the best smile she could afford:

-Tsubaki had been doing very well in the program, I assure you. He causes absolutely no trouble.

The program was supposed to protect heroes’ family while they were on duty. The boy was one of the very few that came every day, even during school time, to be looked after by side kick and pro heroes. Momo wasn’t in charge of the said program personally -she was already a pro hero and the leader of the main office- but she was sure that if the boy had caused any trouble she would have heard of it before the day’s end. They began to walk through the corridor to the second building, where children were playing in a guarded place.

But when they entered the main room, full of little kids, there were no sign of Tsubaki. The boy’s pink hair were always under a big hoodie, that made him stood up even more: he was definitely not there. His mother began to panic immediately.

-Tsubaki? Sweet heart?

This was useless, the boy was mute. He had not said a word for years, and it was one of the reason his parents put him into the peace program. They had feared that, if he ever was attacked by villain he would not even be able to call for help. As Momo was beginning to see herself as a mother, she could understand that fear very well. Imagining her child in trouble and not being able to help, heck, even know he needed her, was a torture.

-Wh-where is he? Asked Tsubaki’s mother, her eyes already widen by fear.

But Momo was not scared, there were still plenty of room for the boy to be. There had been no break in the security so he had to be somewhere, inside the facility. She explained so much, and gave, again, the best comforting smile she could do.

-Let’s look for him, shall we?

It only took a few minutes. As they were passing near the cafeteria, they heard a beautiful sound coming from a closed door. Piano. They had a music room for children in construction, paid by their newest sponsor. She didn’t notice that instruments were already put into place, waiting to be used.

Tsubaki apparently had noticed though. He was the one playing piano, his expression closed as his hands flew, making magic. He looked more peaceful than Momo had ever seen him. Tsubaki didn’t even see them enter the room, so focused he was on the music. Satoru, on the other hand -the boy Momo was starting to consider as her son- did. He had been sitting on the floor, listening to the music, and as soon as adults entered, he stood up.

-Tsubaki, your mom is here, he simply said.

The music abruptly stopped and Tsubaki turned around, looking at the ground rather than them as if he was about to be punished. Momo quickly stepped in to say, with the softest voice she managed:

-This was beautiful Tsubaki, I didn’t know you could play.

Of course the boy didn’t answer back, he simply got back on his feet and walked to his mother’s side, taking her hand, as he always did when they left peace office. The mother let out a relieved sight -or maybe a disappointed one- and she gave Momo an apologetic look. Whether she was sorry for her fear earlier or her son’s behavior was up to interpretation.

-We shall go, she said, Tsubaki, say goodbye to Creatie and your friend.

Tsubaki waved his hand, still looking at the ground rather than her.

The mother voiced a thank you, and went away without adding anything else. Momo was just glad there wasn’t any accident -the program was still new and so fragile. Even the tiniest problem could destroy it. She felt all her tiredness came back and hit her like a train, and let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding back.

Satoru looked at her, questionably.

-You don’t have to worry about Tsubaki, you know, he’s a bit weird but he’s okay.

She smiled at him.

-I’m glad you get along with him.

When the boy had been put in their care, she asked Satoru to keep an eye on him. Thanks to his mind quirk, she assumed he could do more than most of them, but she didn’t want to pressure him to do so. She wanted them to be friend, yes, but she would rather prefer if they did on their own free will. Satoru shrugged.

-I like silence, he simply said, it changes me to have a friend that doesn’t talk a lot.

But then his eyes fell on the piano and he looked to be lost in his thoughts suddenly.

-It’s not like he can’t talk, it’s more like he doesn’t want to talk…I don’t know, it feels more like he likes the sound too much, like he treasures every single note and doesn’t want to do make one that is not perfect, you know?

Momo was surprised.

-Do you read that in his mind? She asked.

Satoru shook his head.

-No, I’m not close enough for that, I try not to touch him, he reacts badly. It’s…more of an inch? I don’t know, I felt that way when I heard him play. He seemed to really enjoy it.

-Maybe it can be a way to bond with him, she said. -Maybe I could come and play some piano so he could open up to us.

It had been a long time since she played. She used to do it when she was around Satoru’s age, barely ten. It had been part of her education, and Momo hadn’t been very good at it. She had more of a scientic mind than an artist’s creativity. Still she enjoyed her lessons when she had some, and there had been a lot of private, sweet moment with her own mother, as they played piano together.

Suddenly, Momo’s heart clenched, and she realized that she didn’t want to play piano with this Tsubaki boy. She would rather do it with Satoru, her son, her little boy. Those little moments in front of the piano with her mother hold a special place in her memory, and she wanted to share it with someone she cared about. Awkwardly enough, she wanted Satoru to know everything about it: how her mother would put her on her laps, and took Momo’s little hands in her so she could lead the way they played. How, as she grew bigger, Momo started to have her own partition -simplier one- and only played when her mother gave her a sign, a smile or a nod. She remembered songs, and the first music she ever played from beginning to the end with her.

How sweet, it would be, to do it again, but with the little boy she came to love as her own. Would he enjoy it as much as she loved it when she was young? Would he cherished the memory as he grew up and think dearly or her?

There was only one way to find out. She sat in front of the piano and caressed the piano’s keys, as she turned to Satoru.

-Do you want me to teach you how to play?

The boy looked surprised by her proposition, then, as he always did when he was embarrassed, he looked away and blushed, whispering:

-I’m not sure I would be good at it…I-I don’t want to ruin your precious memory.

Of course he had known, the boy’s power was as impressive as ever. But she wasn’t going to let him thought that, he would never ruin anything.

-You’ll be as good as anyone who started learning, she simply said. -Come here! Don’t worry about my memory, we are starting a brand new one.

Satoru hesitated, then shyly obeyed. He sat beside her, but didn’t dare put his hands on the piano. He was so nervous that Momo thought that maybe, it was not a so good idea anymore. He looked at her, as if waiting for a sign and suddenly she saw young self in his stead. She had been the same, insecure, wanting nothing but not to disappoint her parent.

She barely resisted the urge to hug him.

Instead, she decided to to the exact same thing her mother did, she started with a song she knew he already heard of. She huffed a bit, and started to sing as she let her fingers ran across the key, in an old dance she didn’t know she remembered:

-Do mi sol do do sol mi.

Satoru looked up, his face enlightening as he recognized the first notes. She took his hands in hers, and he let himself be guided. She smiled at him:

-Every truly cultured music student knows…

-You must learn your scales and arpeggios, the boy barely sang, more whispered.

She knew he had a nice voice, she had heard him sing to himself, and hum, when he thought he was alone. But she was not going to push him out of his boundaries. Instead she focused on his hands and made sure he saw how she made it move, which key she pressed, so he could remember, feel the rhythm and reproduce him later by himself. She kept singing.

She did the hard part, the solo, but when she went back to the refrain, Satoru, as smart as he was, had memorized which key to press. He sang along with her this time:

-Do mi sol do do so mi?

She nodded and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead -making the boy miss a key and stare bewildered.

They did continue to play though, again and again. Not the same song, but a couple of other. She did show him which key was Do, and Mi, after a couple of try. The boy’s memory was good, but it was better if he understood how it worked rather than learn by heart.

When Shouto came back from work, and didn’t find Momo or Satoru in the Peace office like planned, he was surprised. And a bit worried. But that didn’t last long, as he wandered around the building, trying to find them he heard. Laughs, tiny bit of songs, but mostly laughs. Just like Momo earlier that day, he entered the room, not even remembering that there was already instrument inside, and looked at the scene with surprise.

Momo was doing most of the job, her fingers running on the piano and sometimes pressing the wrong key, as she remembered badly the note, but that didn’t stop her. Her gaze was locked on Satoru, who was awkwardly moving in rhythm with her, more humming than singing. Sometimes Momo gave him a nod and he played, a couple of note that sounded good, and then Momo smiled, and he smiled back proudly.

Shouto was not an artist, and he certainly nothing about music, but he swore that day that it was the best sound he ever heard. He didn’t interrupt, closed his eyes, and listened until the end. Making sure to carve this scene into his memory and protect it like the treasure it was.  

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Weekend Planner: 20 Awesome Things to Do in Los Angeles

Gallery 1988 opens a new show featuring works by Dan Mumford. | Image: Courtesy of the gallery and artist.

Here are 20 primo events happening in L.A. this weekend. Want the 411 on additional events and happenings in LA? Follow @christineziemba on Twitter or Instagram. 

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FRIDAY, DEC. 8

DAN MUMFORD (Art)

On Friday night, from 7-9 pm Gallery 1988 presents Chroma, a solo show from artist Dan Mumford. The show features a collection of visual movie references. The works will be on view through Dec. 30. 

ASIAN AF + FILIPINO AF (Comedy)

Asian AF Presents: Filipino AF (Special Holiday Edition!), a comedy show that takes place at UCB Sunset - Inner Sanctum Cafe on Friday at 9:30 pm. Hosted by Joy Regullano, Erich Tamola and Allyn Pintal, the night features comedy, music, dance and video sketches by Tess Paras, Marques Ray, Alfred Aquino II and many others. Free admission. 

JANE’S ADDICTION (Benefit concert)

Rhonda's Kiss Benefit Concert 2017 featuring Jane's Addiction takes place at the Palladium on Friday night. The show benefits the Rhonda's Kiss charity with profits going to the Cedar Sinai Samuel Oschin Comprehensive Cancer Institute. The Hellcat Saints also perform. You never know what special guests are bound to drop in throughout the night. 7 pm. Tickets: $83-$5,000. 

MUSEUM OF FAILURE (Art)

On Friday at 7 pm, The Museum of Failure at the A+D Architecture and Design Museum presents a one-night-only lecture on Learning from Innovation Failure - Lessons from the Museum of Failure by founder Dr. Samuel West. Tickets: $15+ fees.

Cirque du Soleil’s latest show Luzia opens in Los Angeles. | Photo: Matt Beard / Costumes: Giovanna Buzzi / 2016 Cirque du Soleil

CIRQUE DU SOLEIL: LUZIA (Performance)

LUZIA - A waking dream of Mexico opens under the big top tent at Dodger Stadium on Friday and runs through Feb. 11. The touring production’s theme takes its lead from the title, a surrealistic journey in a “waking dream, where light (luz in Spanish) quenches the spirit and rain (lluvia) soothes the soul.” Tickets start at $50.

SHUK (Food pop-up)

Shuk is a Middle-Eastern-Israeli street food pop-up that opened yesterday in Santa Monica (2424 Main St.) and offers dinners Thursdays through Sundays through Dec. 17. Shuk, developed by Chef Gregg Drusinsky and executed by Chef Sandy Ho, is inspired by the open-air markets of Jerusalem. The pop-up offers dinner for eight nights with dishes like Brisket Rendang Tagine accompanied by fresh laffa bread; Falafel Stuffed Charcoal Pita or Shawarma Chicken Wings and Green Labneh with Roasted Mushrooms. Tickets: $55 per person. 

SATURDAY, DEC. 9

Create your own wrapping paper at Self Help Graphics Holiday Marketplace | Image via Facebook

SELF HELP GRAPHICS & ART'S HOLIDAY MARKETPLACE (Shopping)

Self Help Graphics & Art's Holiday Marketplace runs from noon to 5 pm on Saturday. Check out the art, gifts, food, music, workshops and printmaking demos through the day. Participating artists include Lalo Alcaraz, Sol de cobre, entre studio los angeles | jennifer g.m., Alvaro D Marquez, Heart On and dozens of others. Free admission.

EXTREME BEER FEST (Drinks)

Extreme Beer Fest celebrates craft beer creativity and brewers who push the boundaries of brewing. Hosted by BeerAdvocate and sponsored by Dogfish Head Craft Brewery, Extreme Beer Fest takes place at the California Market Center in DTLA on Saturday. There are two sessions to choose from:12-3:30 pm or 6-9:30 pm. Ages 21+. Tickets: $60. 

RENEGADE CRAFT FAIR (Shopping)

The Renegade Craft Fair takes over Los Angeles State Historic Park on Saturday and Sunday, featuring the talents and crafts of more than 250 makers from 10 am to 5 pm. The free shopping event also features music, food and free craft workshops. It makes a great stop to do holiday shopping while supporting local artists. 

THE ROOM (Film + Q&A)

The Room is Tommy Wiseau’s independently financed, directed, acted and edited cult hit screens twice at The Egyptian on Saturday night. In the film, Wiseau plays a banker whose fiancee has an affair with his best friend. Wiseau’s work directly inspired The Disaster Artist, James Franco’s homage, out in theaters now. Wiseau does a Q&A after the 7:30 pm screening and sticks around to intro the 10 pm show. Tickets: $15, $13 Cinematheque members.

GIANT ROBOT POST-IT SHOW 13 - 2ND DROP (Art)

The 13th annual Giant Robot Post-it show continues at Giant Robot 2 - GR2 Gallery on Saturday with a second drop of Post-it art works. The show features more than 400 artists and 3,000+ works of art on Post-it notes, and many artists whose work is sold out last weekend will be doing more for this weekend. All works are $25 each. Part 2 starts at noon. The show closes on Sunday. 

FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS (Family fun)

Silverlake Independent Jewish Community Center (SIJCC) holds its Festival of Lights on Saturday from 10 am to 2 pm. The event—one of the biggest kid and family-friendly festivals in Silver Lake area—is open to the entire community, regardless of faith or background. The day features live performances, food vendors, arts and crafts, and other activities for kids of all ages. Tickets: $15 for children 2 years of age and older. Adults are free.

MARINA DEL REY BOAT PARADE (Holiday)

Marina del Rey’s annual Boat Parade takes place on Saturday starting off at 5:55 pm with a brief fireworks show, followed by the decked-out boats parading around in the Marina from 6-8 pm. There are family activities before the parade from 12-6 pm at Burton Chace Park.

SUNDAY, DEC. 10

JUST IN CASE YOU FORGOT - A GUN CONTROL FUNDRAISER (Comedy)

Comics Nick Skardarasy, Jon Zucker, Andrew Michaan, Byron Bowers, Emily Heller, Alice Wetterlund, The Lucas Brothers and Zack Bornstein team up for Just In Case You Forgot, A Gun Control Fundraiser on Sunday night at the Satellite. Doors at 8 pm, show at 8:30 pm. Tickets: $8. 21+. 

Happy birthday, EIT! Celebrate with them on Sunday at The Regent. | Image: EIT

EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE (Video + fun)

Everything Is Terrible! (EIT!), the found footage collective, celebrates its 10th birthday party on Sunday night at the Regent Theatre. Since its founding, EIT! has “fed the internet 3,000 videos of cat massages, moms on the 'net,' evangelical robots, dinosaur pedophile hunters, and Duane!” EIT! is also the group behind the infamous Jerry Maguire Video Store, where 14,000 VHS copies of the VHS were on display. On Sunday at the Regent, EIT! presents videos, EIT! Live puppets and costumes, giveaways and more. Special performances by Mike Diva, LA City Municipal Dance Squad, Alan Resnick, Caroline Goldfarb, Robby Rackleff, PBDY (DJ Set) and more. If you have a Jerry to spare, bring it in for donation. Doors at 7:30 pm, show at 8 pm. Tickets: $20-$24. 18+.

CIDER MANHATTANS + ORNAMENTS (Cocktails + crafts)

Cocktails + Craft presents a workshop on Sunday from 3-5 pm at The Great Society in Long Beach.They’ll be teaching decoupage ornaments and drinking cider Manhattans while crafting. Tickets are $45 and includes 3 glass ornaments, one cocktail, all materials and personalized instruction. 

SPACELAND PRESENTS PEE CAST BLAST '17 (Comedy)

Spaceland presents Pee Cast Blast ‘17 on Sunday at 3 pm The Theatre at Ace Hotel in DTLA. Comedy podcasts team up for a "Monsters of Rock"-style event with: Comedy Bang! Bang! (featuring Scott Aukerman, Paul F. Tompkins, & Lauren Lapkus); How Did This Get Made? (with Paul Scheer, June Diane Raphael, & Jason Mantzoukas); Improv4Humans (with Matt Besser), Hollywood Handbook (with Sean Clements & Hayes Davenport); Who Charted? (with Kulap Vilaysack & Howard Kremer) and Playing Games with Jimmy Pardo (with Jimmy Pardo & Matt Belknap). Doors at 2 pm, show at 3 pm. Tickets: $50-$125. 

STEVIE WONDER (Benefit concert)

Stevie Wonder, the legendary singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, performer and humanitarian, holds his 21st Annual House Full of Toys Benefit Concert on Sunday at Staples Center. Wonder performs his albums Talking Book and Innervisions with special guests Andra Day, Dave Matthews, Pharrell Williams, Savion Glover, Tony Bennett and Music Director Rickey Minor. Tickets: $49.50, $65.50, $99.50 and $159.50.

HOLIDAY SHOW (Music)

There’s a holiday show on Saturday night at The Lexington in DTLA that features live music by Brother Sister, Sweater, Holy Oak, The Cabin Fever and Boardwalk Brass Quintet. Doors at 7 pm. Tickets: $10. 21+.

CICLAVIA (Open streets)

CicLAvia brings back its Iconic Wilshire Boulevard route for its last open streets event for 2017, held on Sunday between 9 am and 4 pm. The streets are closed off to cars and opened it up for everyone else (bikers, skaters, walkers and runners, etc). The route runs between Koreatown, Westlake and Downtown Los Angeles.

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