#Toshiaki Koala

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Awesome piece by @armchairbookers from Twitter! Toshiaki Kawada’s Spirit Animal haha 😂

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MC taking care of a very drunk Toshiaki (Toshiaki Kijima x MC) (Headcanons)

It's canon that he is lightweight. I think he is the only character from Irresistible Mistakes that is canonically bad at drinking.

It's a mystery how he gets so wasted sometimes. Usually, he finds a way to avoid drinking.

Every time Toshiaki gets into this state, Shun and Yuki have to bring him home.

And every single time, MC tries to understand how Toshiaki reaches this state.

His secret is that he can get unbelievably drunk with just a cup and a half of wine.

Surprisingly, he is still awake. The only problem is that his limbs give up on him. He can lean on the wall, but he won't stay straight.

Toshiaki asks MC if she knows some business-related things. If she says no, he starts to explain them. (Do I have to mention that his explanations are as coherent as the notes I take at four in the morning for my Anatomy class? I accidentally described how ganglions are marrying and having wars.)

Now and then, he falls asleep for like half a minute and then wakes up in an even worse state than before. He is too tired to function.

He becomes a clingy koala, though in a needy way, not a cute way.

While MC tries to hide her laughs and keep an eye on him, Yuki sends her videos of what Toshiaki has done before coming home.

Toshiaki calls his friends to rant about how wonderful his wife is. He did it even when they were dating. Shun once received a call from him at three in the morning. Toshiaki told him how fantastic his girlfriend was, how she saved him from dying as a miserable man, but he couldn't tell him who it was.

Also, poor Takuro. Toshiaki is very clingy with the poor cat. He explains to him his life philosophies. Usually, Takuro doesn't get near him at least three days after this.

The gossip girl inside him awakes. Because he has an indifferent look on his face most of the time, workers think that he doesn't hear them when they talk about someone else in his presence. Though, he does. And everything he knows slips out when he drinks too much. But he is still aware of his surroundings. So, he does it only if around him is someone he trusts. MC, Shun, Yuki, and Toma are his victims most of the time.

After he gets too exhausted from being sociable, he starts to apologize to everyone who is near him, for being such a burden and a bad friend. It makes MC cry every single time. Toshiaki apologizes even harder when she tears up.

When he wakes up, Toshiaki has the worst hangovers. If he has to go to work, everyone asks him if he is sick.

MC is always cuddly with him to ease his pain.

Also, she has to make him eat something to not stay hungry for the entire time.

The good thing is that Toshiaki doesn't get this drunk most of the time. The bad thing is the same. MC sometimes wishes to see him so honest, talkative, and touchy.

[tatiejosie]

Tiny boyfriend wants to know what it’s like to look down on people. Giant boyfriend gives him a lift.

Toshiaki is fluctuating between Cute Huggy Koala and Crawly Hell Goblin

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Melee

Part 3 of the Dragon of the Yuyan

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Zuko has been living in Pohuai Stronghold for two months, and would very much like winter to be over now, please.

It had snowed a few weeks ago, just enough to cover the top of one's foot when one stepped in it, and Zuko had hated it at first sight. There was just something unnatural about how Koh-damned cold it was, forcing his inner flame to burn hotter in his chest to compensate. Most of the snow is gone now, only little piles of dirty slush left in the corners of the yards where the weak winter sun doesn't quite reach, but it is now somehow colder than it had been when the snow had first arrived. None of the other Archers are firebenders, and Zuko honestly has no idea how they cope—Kai actually seems to like it, but Kai is also mildly insane and not to be trusted.

Zuko is now triply glad that he took the Commander's deal. He gets three meals a day (plus access to all the snacks he could ever want—all he has to do is blink and people shove food at him), he'll be learning from the most badass soldiers in the entire world (although he has yet to actually start training—Dr. Atsuko says he needs to gain more weight before she'll let him even touch a bow, and Dr. Atsuko is really scary so he doesn't want to cross her), and he gets Agni-blessed warm clothes (Zuko will bite anyone who touches his koala-sheep wool cloak—Zheng and the twins make fun of him for his attachment to it, but Zuko ignores them with the ease of someone who literally couldn’t care less). And all Zuko has to do is figure out new and interesting ways of getting past the Stronghold’s security, like the voyage through the ventilation system he’d taken last week that had allowed him to access the single most secure prisoner holding cell in the entire complex without even Captain Katsuro, leader of Banli Squad and the oldest and most experienced member of the Troop, knowing where he was.

Considering that two months ago he’d been staring starvation in the face, Zuko feels that maybe the luck that he’d used up just by being born is starting to come back.

Now if only winter would end.

Zuko is sitting with Kai and Jiyoti at breakfast in the mess, watching with increasing skepticism as Kai discourses the merits of arrows made out of ice, of all things. He’s neglecting his bao, and Zuko waits until Jiyoti distracts him with a salient point—how would one make ice arrows without waterbenders?—before swiping one. Mmm, sweet bean paste.

Kai pouts at him when he realizes what has happened, but Zuko is distracted by Commander Toshiaki coming their way.

Privates, Zuko, good morning, he greets them.

Good morning, Commander, they sign in unison.

Zuko, you need to report to Dr. Atsuko in the medical wing when you finish breakfast, the Commander informs him.

Zuko nods. Yes, sir.

Commander Toshiaki nods, the faintest trace of a smile playing at his stern expression, and Zuko feels like a million gold pieces. The Commander had been impressed with his breaking into the secure cell, and Zuko can’t wait to impress him again on his next “mission” to test the Stronghold’s security. He can only hope that nobody’s too disappointed when he inevitably proves how much of a failure he is at archery and non-bending hand-to-hand. He’s already resigned himself to never completing his firebending training, since the Yuyan are all non-benders. He’ll just have to hope that he never gets into a situation where firebending is his only weapon. He wonders if the Commander will let him continue learning the dao, since it’s a non-bending form of combat.

He still needs to be cleared by Dr. Atsuko though, so after Commander Toshiaki signs for them to carry on, and he steals Kai’s other bao (and ducks the listless protesting swipe the older boy aims at his head), Zuko heads over to the medical wing.

For once, the CMO seems pleased to see him, and within moments Zuko is stripped to his underwear and standing on a scale. He tucks his hands in his armpits and shivers in the chilly air of the medical wing.

“Good news, you’re just on the right side of healthy weight for a boy your age and height,” Dr. Atsuko declares briskly. She allows him to step down and get dressed while she scribbles on the scroll that contains his medical information.

Does that mean I can start training? He asks, smiling hopefully.

Dr. Atsuko rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes, you can start training, put that look away, you brat,” she grouses. “But don’t overdo it, understand? If I see you in here because you did something stupid, I’ll have Toshiaki triple the time you spend on the bench for recovery.”

Zuko nods rapidly as Dr. Atsuko scribbles on a small square of paper and rolls it up. “Take this to Toshiaki,” she orders, handing the note to him. “And tell the Commander that I’ll have his hide if he breaks you in ways I can’t fix.”

Zuko has absolutely no intention of telling the Commander that; he’s not a complete idiot, no matter how stupid Father and Azula and his tutors and combat instructors thought he was. He knows perfectly well that he’s exactly one screw-up away from being tossed out of the Stronghold on his ass, Zheng and the twins never let him forget it. Better to keep his mouth shut and his hands still unless spoken to directly—he’ll likely have fewer bruises for doing so when they do finally get sick of him and kick him out.

The sentiment is appreciated, though. Dr. Atsuko is scary (not quite as scary as Azula—it’s doubtful that anyone’s as scary as Azula except maybe Father—but Dr. Atsuko is close), but she cares in her own way. Zuko forms the Flame and bows, she scoffs and waves him off, and he departs.

His grin hurts his face, especially where the muscle of his cheek wrinkles the stiffened scar tissue of his burn. He doesn’t care, though—he can finally start training with the Troop, instead of watching from the side like someone’s useless kid brother! He can’t wait to tell Kai!

But first he has to find Commander Toshiaki. At this time of the morning, the Troop is usually on the target range, working on speed drills.

Commander Toshiaki is exactly where Zuko thought he would be, along with the rest of the Troop. He presents the scroll to the Commander, who favors him with a quietly pleased expression.

This is excellent news, he declares. He then assigns Zuko to Chihese Squad for PT and weapons training. Zuko and Kai exchange grins, and Zuko ignores the ferocious glare Zheng sends him.

Captain Hiroki, Chihese Squad’s leader, looks Zuko up and down. Ever touch a weapon before, kid? He asks, and Zuko can see the sarcasm in the way his hip is cocked, his half-lidded eyes, and the smirk lurking just below the surface of his stoically flat mouth.

Something about him reminds Zuko of Azula when she was fishing for something to torment him with, and his spine snaps straight. I studied the dual dao for three years with Master Piandao before my father demanded I stop, he answers, keeping his hands and expression tightly under control. Father forbidding him from continuing his studies with the Master is a memory almost as painful as that of the Agni Kai, but he powers through it, refusing to let this potential Azula-replacement have any kind of ammunition against him. My Uncle helped me continue learning, as well as helping me learn other blade techniques. Such as this.

As fast as thought, Zuko draws his pearl dagger, flips it to grasp by the tip of the blade, and throws it handle-first at the closest archery target. It hits a fraction of an inch off of dead center, buried to the hilt. The target is at least twenty feet away.

Kai looks like Summer Solstice has come early. Mika and Jiyoti are smirking. Zheng is audibly grinding his teeth, dark eyes narrow and furious. Captain Hiroki looks… impressed.

The Captain walks over to the target, pulls out the dagger, and examines it as he walks back. Zuko watches like an eagle-hawk, but all Captain Hiroki does is look it over, shine the blade on the sleeve of his tunic, and hand it back to Zuko, who immediately tucks it into the sheath in his belt.

Very nicely done, he signs, all traces of sarcasm gone from his face and body. And quick, that’ll serve you well with a good set of real throwing knives. Why did your father make you stop learning from Piandao? I thought he was supposed to be the best swordmaster in the Fire Nation.

My father didn't like Piandao, and believed that weapons were beneath a firebender's dignity, Zuko replies, and doesn't miss the sneer that crosses Zheng's face. Annoyance churns in his gut, but Zuko's been ignoring Zheng's sneers and jibes since he was able to understand the Yuyan hand-language, and he's not about to break that streak.

A firebender, Captain Hiroki signs, almost absentmindedly, hairless eyebrows furrowed in thought.

I'm not very good, Zuko shrugs.

It seems as though Zheng can no longer hold his peace. You can't possibly be going through with this, Cap! He signs, fury in every line of his body, his hands flying so fast that Zuko can just barely keep up. He's a thief! He should be shipped back to the Home Islands in chains, not be trained in our ways like he's actually one of us!

Shut up, Zheng! Kai's hands snap out. Don't pretend you're not just jealous that Zuko's better at shadow walking at fourteen than you are at twenty!

Why would I be jealous of a spirits-damned street rat? Zheng replies, sneering. He's obviously lying about studying under Piandao, wanting the Captain to fawn over him the way the Commander does, while all he's doing is using his ridiculous street rat tricks to make it seem like he's actually useful and not planning on selling us all out to the closest dirt-eater forces––

Zuko can't take it anymore. He's many things: a failure, a soft-hearted weakling, a useless embarrassment to his father and family. But he is here now in this new life because he believed, and still believes, that it is wrong to sacrifice loyal subjects of the Fire Nation as battle fodder. The idea that he could be a traitor to his people burns even worse than Father's fire-whips, or the handful of flames he'd held to Zuko's face.

He breathes, and exhales fire. The force of his rage produces a plume of reddish gold flame that roars toward Zheng like a stampeding komodo-rhino, causing everyone to jump back to avoid being burned.  

Zheng is white under his Yuyan tan. Kai once again looks like the Summer Solstice has come early, with his birthday next. Mika's eyes are wide, and Jiyoti is practically hiding behind the older woman. Captain Hiroki looks thunderous, but before he can even move his hands, Zuko is already signing.

You don't know a damn thing about me, you giant piece of shit. His entire body is trembling, he’s so angry he feels like he’ll actually burst into flames. He doesn't even care that he might get kicked out for this. Zheng's been a boarcupine quill in his side since Commander Toshiaki and Chihese Squad had pinned him to the storeroom wall, and Zuko is done. I stole so that I wouldn't starve, because I was dumped in the middle of Koh-damned nowhere with the clothes on my back and a single useless knife, and I didn't even make it out of the Stronghold before I got caught anyway. I was going to die. I was supposed to die, but the Commander decided to let me live because he thought I would be useful. And I will never be able to repay him for that, for giving me a home and a new life, so I will stay here and learn everything I can and be as useful as I can possibly be, and you can shut up and stay the fuck out of my way!

He can feel the force of his glare in the pressure on his temples and the ache in his scar where his left eyebrow used to be, and the expression must be something because even Captain Hiroki seems reluctant to get close to him.

A hand lands gently on his shoulder, and Zuko flinches hard before whirling around to face the new threat, which is—

Kai, with an easy smile on his face, though his dark eyes are pained. Come on, he signs, let’s go to Master Arata and get you kitted out. Cap can deal with Zheng.

Kai leads him away, and Zuko glances back to see Captain Hiroki turning on a still white-faced Zheng.

Master Arata, the bowmaker for the Yuyan Archers, takes one look at Zuko and gives him the one bow with the single lightest draw weight in the entire Stronghold. Kai laughs himself sick as Zuko tries and fails to draw the bowstring back to his chin.

The Commander finds them in one of the training areas used by the regular Army companies that are stationed at the Stronghold. Kai is showing Zuko the strengthening and conditioning exercises the Yuyan use as part of their archery training, and Zuko recognizes many of them from both firebending and sword training, so they're in the middle of a planking contest when boots appear in Zuko's vision. He falls flat on his face when he realizes just who those boots belong to.

He and Kai both snap to attention, but Zuko can't look anywhere but at the ground, shaking as he awaits the Commander's punishment for firebending at Zheng. His shoulders ache with tension. He wishes the Commander would just hit him and get it over with.

Boots reappear in his vision, and Zuko squeezes his eyes shut and braces for the impact.

And nothing happens. Slowly, the fuzzy buzz of panic enveloping Zuko like a suffocating blanket falls away, and after a few moments he gathers every scrap of courage he possesses and opens his eyes.

The Commander is crouching in front of him, his head level with Zuko's chest, looking up at him with calm dark gray eyes. In this position, Zuko is head and shoulders taller, instead of the Commander looming over him, and he can't understand why the Commander would do this because it has to be absolutely demeaning for the leader of one of the world's best strike forces to take such a position before a useless idiot child like him––

Peace, Cadet Zuko, Commander Toshiaki signs slowly, expression serene.

Oh. Duh. As if Zuko needed another reminder that he's an idiot.

Captain Hiroki has informed me of your altercation with Private Zheng, the Commander continues. As the instigator of the incident, Private Zheng has been reprimanded and assigned a punishment detail. He has also been transferred to Banli Squad, per recommendation from Captain Hiroki and Sergeant Mika. However, firebending at someone outside of training scenarios or active combat is forbidden here in the Stronghold, by order of Colonel Shinu, and I'm afraid that means that I need to give you a punishment detail as well.

I understand, sir, Zuko signs haltingly.

You are to report to the komodo-rhino barn half an hour after dawn for the next two weeks, where you will perform tasks assigned by Stablemaster Guo until the mess opens for breakfast, the Commander declares.

Zuko blinks. He can't have understood that correctly. The Commander wants him to help take care of the komodo-rhinos… as a punishment?

But he has definitely learned to hold his tongue in front of superiors, and has probably pushed his luck enough for the next year, so he simply signs Understood, sir, and bows with the Flame.

I have also spoken to the Stronghold's firebending master, and he is happy to take you on as a student, Commander Toshiaki adds. You will report to him at dawn every day after your punishment detail is complete. He wished me to inform you that he understands if you have gotten lax in your meditations in the recent past, but he expects you to resume them immediately, so that you are well in the habit once your training resumes.

For the second time in as many moments, Zuko is shocked. He honestly hadn't expected to be allowed to continue his firebending training, and he could admit that a small part of himself had been just a tiny bit relieved. Before, even with Uncle's intervention, firebending training had not been a pleasant activity. No one had dared to physically harm the Fire Prince, but Zuko knew full well how the palace masters compared him to Father, to Uncle Iroh, to Azula, and never really seemed to care if he hurt himself in the process of trying to prove himself worthy of them.

But now, there's no one to compare himself to other than the soldiers who bend, and the master who oversees them. Anyone to whom he might try to prove himself wouldn't care about his firebending, because they don't bend themselves. Zuko isn't the Fire Prince, the Crown Prince, anymore, he doesn't have anyone's boots to fill but his own.

And that is a very exciting prospect.

So he grins widely at the Commander and signs Yes sir!

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Glory Days Part 10 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Eriko’s POV

With the blasting music of “Single Ladies” and finishing our drinks by bottles, we’re soon dancing crazy after Midi has turned the security off- for her sake, I seriously hope she isn’t too drunk to get the job done. My fingers are numb from the shots I’m snapping and stomach hurting from our laughs as we work on every possible sex positions in the most erotic lingerie any men and women could ever imagined.

I envy Midi, “You have the coolest mum!” But she would always roll her eyes at my jealousy and says its only because I didn’t have to live with a demanding mother. There isn’t a better come back but I would nod and still wish my selfish biological gold digger mother isn’t real or the wife my father re married doesn’t hate me, an ambitious and challenging mother is still better than the two I barely know.

“Lift your legs higher!

“Of course you can do it! I told you to join me in Yoga then you will be more flexible!”

“YES it’s a real position! You sit on a counter with the guy facing you, then you lift your legs up on his shoulders in straight V!

“Hold it! I am taking shots from the side, no, you are not showing your privates but you should totally get a Brazilian wax!”

Midi covers her heated and redden face before stumbling over to grab my phone and yelling it’s my turn. “Gladly!” Responding a tremendous yelp of joy and climb on a glass displaying table in the centre, kneeling with one hand resting on the cold glass just in front of my thong while the other plays with my messy hair.

“Jesus! Eri! Can you get any sexier!?”

“Actually, YES!” I giggle then bite my bottom lips and slightly tilt my head to one side. In between the dirty music, our hysterical laughter along with the sound of non stop shutter. Midi hasn’t missed the bell rings to see the person I invited through text earlier decided to show up after all.

“OH MY GOD! Kijima, what the hell are you doing here!” My drunken princess seems to have sobered up in a split second and sends me death glares.

“Who else are we going to ask what turns Tachibana on? Unless you prefer Maki to see you like this?!” I stick my tongue out and meet the wandering gazes of our new company. “So can you come over and lend me a hand?”

Toshiaki’s POV A part of me wishes I had known what I was sighing myself up for when I received an odd, obviously half sober text message late at night instructing me to come to an address in a part of town I hadn’t heard of before - the display of two women I’d seen my fair share of in the last few days gallivanting around a small boutique store in nothing but lace, mesh and leopard print. From the number of bottles which were empty on the display cabinet in the middle of the store along with the the one Midori had her fingertips wrapped around, I coughed loudly to clear my throat - eyebrows raising and lips pulled taut as I tried to grasp what exactly was going on. “Kijima what the hell are you doing here!” “So can you come over and lend me a hand?” Both women seemed to have mixed ideas and views on my presence being new company and after sighing - releasing tension for what I was well aware could turn out to be a long, long night, I reach out to grab Midori’s wrist and  pry the bottle she’s still managing to drink from away from her. “First things first - Shun likes his women sober, well most of the time.” The comment is enough to evoke a smile from her which is near childlike as she quickly complies and hands over what she’s holding. I shake it - mhmm, empty. “Eri how much has she had to drink?” “I’ve only had like.. a few glasses”, Midori manages to answer for herself, “ 2 or 3. 9 maybe - what comes after 9…” I can’t help but laugh at her innocence as Eri keeps snapping photos and sliding up to and onto various mannequins and displays. She looks good - exactly how I figured she’d be not hiding beneath her clothes but nonetheless; I wonder if she has a habit of not wanting to leave things to the imagination. “You girls need to get dressed and then I’m taking you both home before security comes and finds you like this.” It’s unexpected to feel fingers tickling at my sides and the material of my shirt rising up and up further onto my chest as a very, very drunk little lady forcefully tries to take it off - struggling with a quiet groan which I respond to by rolling my eyes and lifting my arms up to assist. I’m aware that this is a bad idea but I know better than to try bargain with a drunk woman. “ERIIIIIII I GOT TOSHI’S SHIRT OFF!” Watching utterly puzzled, Midori skips over to Eri where they share a high-five and chuckle, both glancing back at me which in turn subconsciously-nervously  makes me scratch the back of my neck. Midori’s POV “He’s cute!”, I whisper towards my best friendwhich with how tipsy I am probably comes out as more like a scream, and shimmy myself into the oversized shirt which I’ve just acquired, it’s length making it a dress on me. I’m eager to grab another drink after having the last one taken from me yet the moment I get even close to the bar fridge I’m scooped up and thrown over someone’s shoulder - kicking my legs and sulking. “PUT ME DOWN!” “No.” “ERRRIIII SAVVVVEEE MEEEE!” “She’s not saving you.” “You’re no fun Kijimaaaaa no wonder you’re singggllleeee” Hands out, I try to reach for Eri; my attempts unsuccessful as Toshiaki instructs her to get dressed to - explaining how he’d be happy to help if we weren’t drunk or tipsy or inehbrieted or something and escorts us both out of the store within minutes of getting there. The second we step outside, a cool wind breezes by and causes me to shiver. “I’m colllddd!” “No shit Midori, at least you have a shirt on.” In between Eri’s laughter and whatI can see of her dancing on the street alongside Toshiaki what seems like seconds fly by before we’re in front of a door I’m not familiar with. Sighing because he’s not able to fish his keys out of his pocket; Toshi kicks at the door as I wiggle and squirm trying to get out of his grasp and as it opens with Maki on the other side, I almost drop and hit the floor. “WOOOOPS!”, Eri exclaims before walking in as if she owns the place. “Where are we? Why is Maki here? Is there any icecream? I want waffles and chocolate and ooooooohhhh can we go buy a puppy?” It takes a few attempts to try and scramble back onto my feet and when I do, I’m met face to face with a guy which I wasn’t expecting to see. Yukihisa’s POV “MAKKIII!” Midori’s yelling of my name makes me freeze on the spot and I only just notice Eri dash right past me and into the kitchen, a clear sound following her of someone rummaging through the fridge. Embraced into a half hug, half koala hold; everything is fine, everything is under control, everything is sweet until I have some words whispered into my ear hot and heavy. “Eri’s wearing leatherrrrr… It’s so tight that the only way you can take it off is with your teeth.” The slurred explanation alone is enough for a tightening to start developing in my jeans as the high spirited girl paces around the dorm as if she’s trying to find something. More than likely - someone. “TACHIBANA. WAKE UP. YOU’VE GOT COMPANY!” With my public service announcement complete - I shake my head at Toshi who is already pulling on another shirt and head straight into the kitchen to find it a mess. Beer bottles across the table, a cereal box spilt on the floor, a few vegetables the guys and I probably brought with the intention of eating healthy but will more than likely just be thrown as we just can’t be bothered dealing with that kind of thing.. it’s the sight of Eri with her hand in a jar of nutella; finger swirling around the chocolate spread which she brings to her lips and sucks on that reminds me instantly that this girl is up to no good. Resting against the doorframe, I clear my throat loudly and knock my knuckles against the kitchen wall. It doesn’t seem to take much more to get the girl who obviously got herself redressed in less than a minute to turn around and glance at me. “Are you planning on spreading that on something you can eat or all over yourself?”