#Yata would be so concerned

[ridiasfangirlings]

following my previous ask, imagine the same situation but in reverse, so this time we get docile saruhiko

Docile Fushimi would just be scary, imagine him all calm and agreeable and not even clicking his tongue or rolling his eyes or anything. The alphabet squad would probably be in a total panic, imagine them returning to S4 after Fushimi’s been hit with the Strain like it’s an emergency we think Fushimi-san’s been bodysnatched, look he’s smiling it’s scary make it stop. Even Munakata is thrown a little off balance by docile Fushimi, like on the one hand this is a good way to get Fushimi to play puzzles with him but at the same time a Fushimi who won’t even talk back or speak his annoyance is rather displeasing in its own way. Ultimately Munakata decides to give him the day off, because he’s scaring the rest of the squad too much and no one really knows how to handle him.

Fushimi decides it was very thoughtful of Captain to give him the day off and doesn’t argue (the squad are like what if he’s dying he didn’t even argue about all the work that still needs to be done), deciding to go for a walk all on his own. As he’s out he ends up running into Yata and imagine he just ignores Yata entirely, it’s Yata who notices that Fushimi just walked past him. On the one hand it’s good that Fushimi didn’t want to fight but Yata’s still really confused, like maybe Saruhiko didn’t see me. Imagine he’s out with Kamamoto who’s like let’s just keep walking then, we don’t need to get into a fight with him, but Yata’s like nope I’m gonna show that traitor that he can’t just ignore me. Kamamoto sighs and decides to go on ahead by himself.

Yata moves so he’s right in front of Fushimi as he’s like ‘Saruhiko,’ all threatening, and Fushimi just looks up and says ‘oh, Misaki.’ Yata’s like don’t use my first name and Fushimi says ‘sorry, Yata.’ Yata’s like that’s right you’re—wait did you just say sorry. Fushimi's like you don’t want me to use your first name right Yata, so I’ll stop. His tone is perfectly sincere and Yata’s like wait you are Saruhiko right. Fushimi says he hopes he isn’t bothering Yata, if so he’ll go walk somewhere else. Yata huffs that yeah you are bothering me and Fushimi's like oh sorry I’ll go this way then. Yata is just at a loss, he doesn’t know if he’s being made fun of or what. He’s also starting to get really worried though, like Saruhiko you’re okay right. Fushimi says he’s fine and thanks Yata for his concern, Yata’s like you know what why don’t we go to the hospital together just in case. 

[cottoncandy-cult]

Tiny Mistakes

Chibi! Misaki Yata X Reader

(Y/n) hummed softly from her spot on the couch, she was in the HOMRA bar waiting for her big brother and the other clansmen to return from their "walk". She decided to stay back at the bar, knowing well just how out of hand these "walks" could get. Little did she realize that today she would learn, she just didn't know the half of it. Not a half hour later she heard the jingle of the doors bell, everyone began filing in. Many had sheepish looks, that was when she noticed that the fire ball that was her boyfriend wasn't there. She also noticed that Mikoto, her king, had a cat carrier. Now she never thought of Mikoto as a pet person, but he was somewhat similar to a cat, so she figured he wanted a nap buddy.

That was until the cat carrier was set in front of her, she raised an eyebrow when she saw her king take a step back from the corner of her eye. The soft growling from within drew her attention, upon peeking inside she was greeted with the sight of a 6in tall Misaki Yata. Now this gave her a mix of conflicting feelings; on one side she was concerned with a million questions swirling in her head, on the other he was so adorable she just wanted to cuddle him. She turned her head and looked at her king, while the others seemed a little afraid, he was stoic as ever. "Mr. Mikoto... What is this?" She was hoping to hear that it was a prank, that it's some weird hologram or something. She watched the king take his time as he removed a cigarette from the pack he fished from his pocket, lighting it with his fire before he focused on her. "It's Yata." He stated it so matter of factly that she felt her eye twitch, she couldn't figure out if he was doing this on purpose or not. "I can see that, why is he little... And in a cat carrier?"

Mikoto took a slow draw from his cigarette, letting out a sigh. "He wasn't paying attention and bumped into some kid, he popped off and the kid gave him this dirty look before there was a puff of smoke. The kid ran off and when the smoke cleared well... There he was." She nodded her head and sighed, she warned Yata that he'd get in trouble if he let his attitude get the better of him. She rubbed her forehead before looking back into the kitty crate, before glancing at her king. "Ok but why is he in a crate?..." Kusanagi spoke up next, Mikoto meanwhile made his way to his usual couch to lay down and Anna wasted no time curling up at his side.

"Well... He bit Chitose, he tried to set Kamamoto on fire, and kept hitting Bando in the shin with his bat... Which had also been shrunk by the strain. The only way he'd calm down is if Mikoto set down beside him, but even then he kept growling a everyone. It was Dewa's idea to get his cat Mochi's carrier so that we could get Yata back here." Another sigh escaped her, when she looked back to the carrier she noticed Yata was sitting infront of the door. He watched her with big chocolate colored orbs, a blush on his cheeks. (Y/n) could only smile as she poked her finger through one of the little squares, everyone tensed up but were surprised by her giggles as Yata hugged her finger. She wasted no time opening the cage, watching him slowly walk out. He had looked around a little before looking up at her and reaching out, this brought a loving smile to (Y/n)'s face as she gently picked him up in one hand. She leaned him against her chest as one would a kitten, lightly running her finger over his back and watching him relax into her soft skin.

"Heh maybe we should have called you instead, it makes sense he'd let you hold him. You two have been dating a while." This had been Erik speaking up, he had kept his voice down though to not disturb the little cherry bomb. (Y/n) had giggled a bit, nodding her head. "I'll take care of him from here guys, I think we'll go to one of the spare rooms upstairs and take a nap." Kusanagi had chuckled as everyone dispersed to get comfortable, he himself went to his place behind the bar. "I got a new bed for the room at the very back, why don't you use that one and tell me how it is later." (Y/n) had nodded, moving to stand as she gently held the Chibi Yata. He was in fact awake, simply watching what all happened around them. "Will do, thanks Mr.Kusanagi."

With that out of her way (Y/n) carried the little bean upstairs, the whole way he watched her closely. He was like a kitten curious of it's new owner, his little hand reaching out and carefully touching her chin. This earned him a grin and a kiss to the head, he blushed darkly but did nothing more than watch her with his big soft chocolate gaze.  Before she knew it she was at the room, she slowly opened the door, and a sigh of relaxation left her when she made it to the bed. She sat on the edge and lied back, closing her eyes as Yata moved to make himself and comfortable on her tummy. (Y/N) felt instant relaxation, the bed had been beyond comfortable and the warm little mass that was Yata helped to lull her into sleep.

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(Y/N) awoke a few hours later when she couldn't move, a heavy weight held her in place. She stared groggily at the ceiling; it took a few minutes for her vision to clear. When it did, she gazed down and was met with Yata, only he wasn't a chibi anymore, but he did have his head buried in her chest and his hands certainly weren't on your hips. A deep blush struck her, but even still she stayed calm. This was the most peaceful she'd seen him in a while, he was usually a wild sleeper. A gentle smile graced her face, she reached up carefully and removed his beanie before placing it to the side. Her fingers gently ran through his hair, enjoying the soft texture.

After a few moments she felt him shift and she stopped moving, she could make out his chocolate-colored orbs thanks to the moonlight filtering through the window. He looked into her eyes a moment, though he suddenly seemed to realize their position before he jumped up to quick and fell on the floor. Of course (Y/n) laughed a bit before she sat up, even though they had been together a while he still got flustered with anything that could be considered perverse. "You ok Yata?" She spoke softly since it was a little late, Yata had sat up quickly as he now sat on the floor. His head was turned to the side as he tried to hide his blush, though she knew full well it was there. "Y-yeah.... Sorry about... Ya know..." His voice grew softer the more embarrassed he got, but hearing her laughter made him smile a bit as he relaxed. She would always be his biggest weak spot, so knowing he made her happy made him truly ecstatic. He may be a wildfire, but she was quickly becoming his oxygen.

[jokertrap-ran]

[Gakuen K] Kusanagi Izumo Route: My feelings are real Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Red Club: MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Misaki: Hey, Kamamoto! How’d you like my special Christmas fried rice?!

Kamamoto: It’s delicious! But isn’t there way too much paprika and bell peppers in this?

Misaki: Don’t fret the small things, dumbass! It’s Christmas! Garnishing stuff with red or green is the norm!

Izumo: There's plenty of food here, Mikoto. Eat up before you head home.

Mikoto: Just eating doesn't make it any different from any other day…

Izumo: Oh? Wanna sing Jingle Bells then?

Mikoto: No thanks.

Ran: (Kusanagi-san’s going on with life as if nothing's happened…)

Ran: (What should I have done back then?)

Ran: (Do I really have to give up on my love for him…?)

Totsuka: You seem down. What's up? Food not to your taste?

Ran: Oh, no… I think it's plenty delicious.

Totsuka: Really? Then what’s with the glum look? Santa's gonna run and happiness is gonna flee if you keep that up.

Ran: Sorry…

Totsuka: Is it because of Kusanagi-san, by chance?

Ran: Wha-

Totsuka: Ahaha, bullseye.

Totsuka: I love you, you know.

Totsuka: Not just you. King, Kusanagi-san, Yata, and Kamamoto too. I love the members of the Red Club.

Totsuka: That's why I was happy for you two when I learned that you were both dating. Because the people I love have found love in each other, sharing in happiness and joy.

Totsuka: But, the truth in reality isn't as sweet. I can see that you're both hurting.

Totsuka: You guys got together because you loved each other, so what happened?

Ran: I… don't know. Kusanagi-san never told me the reason behind his decision.

Totsuka: And you're fine with that?

Ran: …

Totsuka: See, I'm the type of person who delves deep into things that have my attention. Once I jump, it's all in or nothing, and I won't leave till I'm satisfied and have all the cards.

Totsuka: I'd hate to have things that I'm being kept in the dark about remain out of reach forever.

Totsuka: The world is full of mysteries and wonders. And not even I or the Gods can unravel them all, but—

Totsuka: I believe that we can always reach out and unravel those closest to us.

Totsuka: If there's something you don't know, make it so that you are in the know. Don't give up on it till you do. Because giving up is equivalent to throwing away the future it presents.

Ran: (If there's something I don't know, make it so that I do, and don't give up on it…)

Ran: (But what would I even do once all the cards are laid out before me?)

Ran: (If I learn the reason why he hates me now…)

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Izumo: Ahh~ I'm beat… Really wasn't expectin’ clean up to take this long…

Ran: Kusanagi-san.

Izumo: Hmm? Oh, hey. It's you. What are you still doin’ here this late?

Ran: I was… waiting for you.

Izumo: Me?

Ran: You broke up with me when we went shopping last time. I'd like to know the reason why.

Ran: Because I still love you, and I can't accept it.

Ran: If it was something about me, or something I did wrong, then I'll try my best to change.

Ran: So, please. Tell me. Did I do something wrong?

Izumo: …

Izumo: You didn't do anythin’, it's me.

Izumo: I realized that I was startin’ to get too involved in the relationship.

Ran: !!!

Izumo: Despite me bein’ the one who said that I'd stick around because I wanted you to gain some self-confidence.

Izumo: I was casual ‘bout it at first, wantin’ to just stick around till the fledgling chick became a swan. Although, now that I think about it that was quite uncouth of me.

Izumo: I'd intended to let you go once you found someone you loved.

Izumo: But you were so cute, only growin’ more lovable as time passed. And the way you acted… seemed as if you really did love me.

Izumo: Before I realized it myself, you were all that I could think about.

Izumo: But, these are all just my selfish thoughts. You don't have to concern yourself with them.

Ran: Kusanagi-san… But, I—

Izumo: I'm sure you grew attached to me ‘cause I was always around you.

Izumo: Don't worry ‘bout it. You're cute, and with an illustrious personality to boot. I'm sure you'll be able to find a guy much better than me in no time.

Ran: I—

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Ran: I'm not settling for anyone else other than you, Kusanagi-san!!!

Izumo: Ran-chan…

Ran: And I'm serious about it. I really do love you. It isn't just puppy love or anything like that!

Ran: Because I already loved you before you even brought up dating!

Izumo: Wha…

Ran: That's when I realized that you didn't really see me as a girl.

Ran: But that was fine with me, as long as we got to spend time together…

Ran: But, surely, you do see me as a girl now, right?

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Izumo: …Yeah. That's right.

Izumo: No more. I won't let you go. Not for anyone; not for anythin’.

Ran: Kusanagi-san…

Izumo: I can be serious about you now?

Ran: Of course!

Izumo: I see. I won't hold back anymore then. I've given up on gettin’ over you.

Izumo: I have my own faults, but if you're willin’ to accept me… then I'll gladly reciprocate. After all, these feelings of mine— Well, they're as real as they can get.

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Next Scene: Late Christmas Present

[iluvhavingnobrain]

WARNING, A LOT OF WORDS 🤧

Today, Alastor had told me he'd be over soon to paint another wall or two, he just had to buy a new gallon of paint and some other personal things before hand. I didn't mind, he wasn't in a rush anyways. It also gave me time to relax before he came over as well, so really it's a win win. Although, last night while I was trying too sleep I heard screaming from down the sidewalk. Was more than likely the murderer, I'm thinking about moving to the other side of Louisiana..where the killer doesn't reside. But then I'd have to quit my only paying job AND I'd have to say farewell to my new friends, I didn't want that.

Not at all. But I couldn't help but feel concerned about my safety whenever I roamed the streets and sidewalks, especially during nighttime when I was coming home from work. Gender doesn't seem to matter too this so called..'Deer man' people always say that his shilloute looks like a deer..yata..yata. I thought the nickname..or..title for this killer was a bit humorous if I had to be honest, I know that serial killers are dangerous and all, but I didn't think why deserve some cheesy title to make people even more riled up.

You want people to feel safe in their own homes, not uncomfortable. I sighed as I thought about that, to be honest..there was times when I felt uncomfortable in my own home, especially when I rounded a corner in the hallway or something. I need to ask Mimzy if she could let me out of work a bit more earlier..since..according to the morning papers, six proskirts, pimps, and gang members have been found dead. Within just the last two weeks! Meaning 18 dead bodies have been found, either mangled, gutted, or just with their throats slit. The thing was..most of it was during nighttime, around the early, early hours. Or just a bit after midnight.

I tried to do most errands during daytime whenever I could. I don't know much about killers, but I do know that this one..and most, wouldn't dare kill a person in broad daylight.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, I sighed as I got up from the couch before heading over to the front door and opening it. "Oh, hey..that didn't take long." I said as I was greeted by Alastor, he simply chuckled before replying. "Never said it would." He teased as I fully let him in, I nudged his elbow. A soft chuckle escaping my lips. "Yeah, yeah. Smart alleck."

I paused for a moment, realizing something. "Hey, how'd you convince your boss to let you have an off day, Al?" I asked, he thought for a moment trying to figure out his next words. I snickered as he put his thumb and index to his chin, pretending to think really hard. "Well, I just promised him I wouldn't ask for the rest of the month. Although I only said that because I knew he'd forget eventually."

I paused at his words, did he just finesse his boss? "Ho-..Im not even going to ask."

Alastor chuckled at my reaction, causing me to huff and cross my arms. "Let's just get started." He nodded before handing me a paint brush, I gently grabbed it before dipping it into a paint bucket. Coating the brush in grey paint. I began to paint the half painted wall that we had left off on, this time, there was no messing around. Only chatting and sometimes jokes, we both had dry humor..so luckily it wasn't as awkward as it could've been.

We finished up about two walls, almost the whole living room. "Better than last time." I said with a shrug, Alastor snickered and I arched a brow. "Darling, it's...it's..if not, the same." I sighed and crossed my arms as I glanced at him. There was a difference, A very small one. "Yeah but it's still progress, and progress is progress." I hummed, Alastor shrugged and nodded. I scoffed playfully, he never took anything seriously. "Ooh! How about you stay for dinner?" I chirped, turning to Alastor. He seemed to hesitate, I seemed worried for a moment before he said.."Of course, my dear!" My eyes lit up with excitement as he said those words.

I've been contemplating the question for

the past week now, and I never thought he'd actually say yes! "Okay! Although Im not telling you what I'm making.." I teased and he sighed, causing me to giggle. "I'm sure you can wait, now make yourself comfortable..wait, actually..clean yourself up first." He paused, his smile turning to one of confusion. "Well, I don't have an extra pair of clothes." I frowned slightly, I hadn't thought of that..I should've.

"Hmm..your clothes aren't that bad.." I gently tried to swipe one of the small paint stains off of his shirt, making it smudge. "Sorry.." I muttered, he simply chuckled. "It's fine, my dear. I have plenty more sweaters like these, don't sweat it." Alastor said reassuringly, I nodded with a sigh before heading upstairs, pausing at the first step. "I'm just gonna get changed." With that, I continued up the stairs.

I could hear Alastor huff before sitting down onto the couch. I sighed quietly to myself, yes I felt a bit bad. But, it's only three splotches...he'll survive.

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I came back downstairs five minutes later to find him zoning out on the couch, seems about right. "Heeellooo...? Earth to Alastor?" After I snapped my fingers in front of his face a couple of times, he blinked before looking up at me. "Oh..hey, darling. Sorry.." I shook my head, a reassuring smile on my face. "No need, we all do it sometimes..well, most times." We both shared a small laugh before I moved away from the couch and into the kitchen. "Now, as I said before..Im not you what I'm going to make, although it will be something form my culture!" I chirped as I got the pots and pans ready.

I already had meat thawed out, originally..I was just going to cook it for me, myself, and I. But now I have company, so there might not be any leftovers.

"Is that the only hint your going to give me?" Alastor teased from the living room, causing me to giggle under my breath. "Hmm..let me think, yes!" I said back from the kitchen, causing him to playfully huff. "Yeah, well..just let me know when your done!" He replied and I nodded. "Got it!" And with that, I began to get started with dinner. ________~*✰◇✰*~______~*✰◇✰*~______

(Sorry for another time skip 😭)

I watched in awe as Alastor scarfed down the traditional dinner I had made, I hadn't expected him to like it so much! When he was done I began to snicker, causing him to arch a brow as he looked up at me from his plate. "Why, I uh..didn't really expect you to actually enjoy it.." I whispered a bit shyly, I've never been the one to cook genuine meals. I commonly made small single person sized meals, never just..actual meals!

He chuckled and politely took his napkin before wiping his mouth and the corner of his lips with it. "Why, I never said I wouldn't." He teased, I gave him a soft smile before he spoke again. "What's this stuff called again, my dear?" I thought for a moment, how could I have forgotten the name? It's such a short one anyways. It popped up into my head, I blinked as I suddenly remembered it before answering him.

"Okra soup." I hummed, Alastor thought for a moment. "Could you possibly write down the recipe one of these days?" He asked a bit quietly, I nodded and looked down at his clean plate.

It still amazed me on how quickly he had finished that, and yet somehow..he still stays pretty lean. "You want me to take care of that for you?" I said with a quiet snicker. He glanced down at his plate, seemingly had forgotten about it. He just dismissively flicked his wrist. "No, it's okay. I can do it, I am the guest after all." A small tingly feeling rose to my cheeks, was I seriously blushing right now? I shook my head subtly before nodding at his words.

"Just put your plate into the sink, I can take care of it later." I said to him as he got up with his plate, I watched him leave the dining room before gently slapping my cheeks. As if trying to slap the blush away, yeah I know..pretty stupid.

I immediately stopped when Alastor walked back in, standing up from the table and grabbing my own plate as I did so.

"Heyyy..Al." I said quietly, he arched a brow at me. "Are you okay, darling?" He asked worridly, I nodded reassuringly. I didn't need him worrying about me, I hope.

"Yeah, of course I am!" I blurted out before covering my mouth. "I mean..I am, yes I am fine." I said a bit more quietly and politely, Alastor blinked before laughing. I huffed in embarrassment, putting my hands on my hips as I did so. "What? You've done the same thing once or twice whenever you talk to me!" I exclaimed, causing him to laugh even harder. I groaned and got my plate before heading into the kitchen and rinsing it off.

"Yes, yes. But it was still humorous!" Alastor called out from the dining room, I grumbled under my breath. To be honest, anything was humorous to this man. "Yeah, yeah.." I grunted under my breath before drying off my hands. I walked into the living room and sat down next to him. "It's still barely 8o'clock. There anything you wanna do?" I asked as I lazily leaned back. Alastor thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No, not really." I nodded before a question popped up in my mind.

"What time are you looking to go home?" I asked as I sat up, he stayed silent for a moment, odd. He's usually a chatterbox, maybe not today..I hope that's all it is. "Al?" He flinched as I said his name, his eyes wide for a moment before he glanced over at me. "Sorry..I just..sorry." I shook my head. "No, it's okay..although that's twice now." I reached to put my hand onto his shoulder before stopping myself, I needed to ask first.

"Do..you mind if I?-.." I whispered, gesturing to the way my hand was hovering over his shoulder. He shook his head and I placed my hand onto his right shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting way.

We sat in silence for a moment, both of us drowned in our thoughts before he spoke up. "Would it be alright if I were to stay the night?" Alastor asked hesitantly. I paused, that was unexpected. Especially since it was coming from him,

He never really wanted anyone to pity him or..he'd never really ask for comfort at all.

"Is there any reason on why you'd like to stay the night?" He shrugged, a longing look on his face. "No..well, yes. I just..you don't have to say yes, I can go back home if you like." I shook my head at his words. "Nonsense, you can take the couch for the night. I have extra blankets in my closet." I stood up from the couch and headed upstairs to my bedroom, I opened up my closet..I had a special velvety blanket. I usually kept it too myself, but..it's only for one night.

I grabbed the large and warm plush blanket before heading back downstairs into the living room. "I could wash your clothes for you, if you'd like." I said gently as I approached him. His posture was slumped and he looked defeated and tired. Poor guy.."That'd be nice, thank you." He said as he stood up from the couch, I nodded and turned around to give him some privacy as he undressed.

"You've asked me this question a bunch, so..now it's my turn to ask..are you okay, Alastor?" I asked quietly. He was quiet for a moment..the silence was uncomfortable and tense. I didn't like it, it made me anxious. "No." He said quietly, I froze..he'd never down right admit the truth when it came to his feelings..so why now?

"Can I turn around now?" I whispered, causing him to hum in response. I saw him in only his boxers, although I didn't care about that. I only cared about why he wasn't feeling well. "Why don't you feel well..mentally?" He seemed awfully hesitant to answer..although eventually he did. "I wouldn't like to share on why.." He muttured, I nodded and guided him back down to the couch, I then untucked the blanket from underneath my arm and handed it too him. "If you need anything, I'll be upstairs."

And with that, I headed into my room..his words plaguing my mind.

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HALLOO I BEEN PREPPING FOR COLLAGE ND STUFFS, SO LIKE..IM GON BE UPDATING SLOWLY 😔😔

Like I promised..

Word count: 2246

Shh, it's good trust trust 😔🤘⛓️🖤

[itsuki-minamy]

"LOST SMALL WORLD" (NOVEL)

TRANSLATION & RAWS: NARU-KUN

PERIOD 3: 16-17 YEARS OLD

MISSION 2 (PAGES 277-290)

Five days have passed since the Minato brothers stayed at the bar. Fushimi heard that Shiotsu was still under house arrest.

It seems that there is a man who used to be Shiotsu's subordinate and now farms in the northern Kanto region. The former members of Habari's clan were now out of work. Shiotsu and Kusanagi, who were concerned that the treatment of the twins would worsen, sent them to the northern Kanto region to check on the situation.

The nominated members are Chitose, who can drive, and Fushimi, who is fully regarded as Kusanagi's assistant in this matter.

"Why me?" Chitose said, but was persuaded by Kusanagi, "You're a hot-blooded bastard, so if you happen to be up against a blue suit, you'll be even more irritated."

The problems overlapped, and at the same time, a dispute occurred with an organization that included a Strain on the island of "Homura", and the "hot-blooded monsters" that make up the majority of "Homura" were summoned to resolve that problem, or rather, just to fight. Kusanagi himself didn't go to North Kanto because of that problem.

Along the way, they received a call that "hot-blooded freaks" had gone berserk against the organization.

As for the results, Kusanagi's concerns were unfounded and had nothing to do with the twins. He seems to have used his power to move a tractor he was driving on a farm road, so he had them take a record. Hearing the witness's story, both Fushimi and Chitose were disappointed, but still, just to be safe, they made sure that the blue clothes hadn't come on a business trip before returning.

In terms of whether he had a lot of blood or a little blood, he felt that his blood was thin here and there... he felt dizzy. He got dizzy. He heard that he had to go through a very mountainous road. Northern Kanto was too rural. Chitose's driving was generally tough. Speechless.

It was when he returned to the front of the multi-tenant building, lining up grievances in his head, that... again...?

Fushimi stopped and turned around. He felt like he was being watched again. However, there are no people around. Feeling the gaze of a stranger, he maybe he was too shy... he sighed and shook his head.

He reached into his pocket and suddenly looked up as he reached under the PDA for the key.

Directly above the floor where he lived with Yata, the second floor of the multi-tenant building had been empty since the previous tenant moved out. All luggage had been removed and the inside of the window pane was empty no matter how hard you looked at it.

A chill ran through his body.

And, behind the empty glass, there was a figure looking at him.

With a heartbreaking laugh, he said something.

Saruhiko~

If there was a voice, he would have screamed. But the air got stuck in his throat. He ran to the door, inserted the key, turned it impatiently, rolled in, locked, and chained it as soon as it closed.

"Misa-..."

When he turned around in the room and tried to call,

"Hahahaha. That's funny!"

A cheerful voice was heard from inside.

Fushimi was stunned, with his back against the door and breathing on his shoulder.

Yata and one of the twins, Akito Minato, were eating snacks under the kotatsu. Akito braced himself for a moment at the violent noise, but when he looked at Fushimi, he made an "Ah." face, and lowered his guard. Yata, who had not a trace of wariness on his face, silently grabbed a potato chip with one hand and said, "Oh, Saruhiko. Thank you for your hard work."

He couldn't help but think that he was telling him that to make him angry. So he got angry.

"What are you thinking? He's a wanted man by the blues. The blues couldn't get their hands on him because he was in another king's territory. He doesn't make sense to take a single step out of the bar."

"We're here for him. You weren't here today, so you don't know. Akito was also involved in today's fight. He wanted to at least lend a hand in gratitude for being in our debt. And then, the frantic work of the lion! Of course, I can't be late either, so I created a highlight."

"Who is in your debt? They only wanted to attack the Strain. They refused to restrict their abilities and attacked "Scepter 4"."

When he pointed at Akito's face, Akito also took offense and objected.

“I am very grateful that someone is looking after me. Also, I know that I am causing trouble for the acting commander…”

"How long are you going to call him acting commander? Shiotsu is no longer an acting commander, and there is no such position in the world. The current head of "Scepter 4" is Reisi Munakata. You are the rebels of "Scepter 4", only protected by the mercy of the "Red King". If you don't want to get caught, get into his territory."

"Saruhiko? Why are you nervous? Don't worry, Hayato is in the bar, and the Blues think they're both locked in there, so they set up a shop. Totsuka-san said it's okay if he doesn't come out. If something happens, you can run to the store and Mikoto-san will be right next to you, so there's no one to bother you."

"Huh. No one to bother him..."

Fushimi looked at Yata with colder eyes. There was a happy flower blooming on his head. He was sick and tired of having to deal with this tepid obsession with peace.

He was really disappointed in Yata.

"...Do what you want. Don't enter my territory."

He thought it was useless to say anything. He dragged himself to the attic while Yatta looked at him worriedly.

"Yata, I'm going back to the bar. Fushimi is right."

"Hey, come on. Stay the night, I'll call the other guys. It's safer if everyone gets together and it'll be a camouflage. He's smart, that's why there are times when he thinks too much. The way he talks is also easy to misinterpret, but he's not a bad guy. I'm sorry."

Don't follow me out of nowhere. He nudged the loft ceiling with his elbow and climbed onto the futon. Cursing, he braced his elbows on the futon.

Ten minutes after calling, four or five people, including Kamamoto, appeared looking for bags of drinks and snacks. Every time a person arrived, the exchanges were repeated: "Where is Fushimi?"

"He got car sick. When I got home, I thought he was fine but his face looked pale. Let him sleep."

"It's not because of the way you drive. You're famous for getting drunk."

"I'm surprised. Well, when it comes to techniques that get girls drunk."

"Shut up."

"Oh, so Chitose and Saruhiko were together today? How was it?"

"Nothing really happened, but as a bodyguard, he gave me a sense of security, right?"

It was hard to breathe.

Did no one really doubt it?

Maybe he was tampering with his PDA at that very moment to call the Blues.

Was there really no one who suspected that?

Why was he so short of breath? Being regarded as a monolithic fellow was… In other words, is it possible that one day they would find out that he was a traitor and beat he up? Are they afraid of those things? He would only take revenge. Otherwise, he didn't want to disappoint those smart and good-natured people…?

"Ahh, since when did you have such a warm head, my cute monkey?"

"......?!"

He hit the ceiling with all his might this time as he jumped off the futon.

A loud sound rang out, and the people who were crowded around the kotatsu looked up at the loft with surprised faces.

Kamamoto, Chitose, Dewa, Bando, Fujishima, Akito and Yata. That was it. While he held his head, he looked at everyone's faces from the top of the loft and mention their names.

Whose voice was that?

"Fushimi. What's wrong? Do you want to go to the bathroom all of a sudden?"

Bando laughed, and the temporarily hardened atmosphere broke apart, and laughter erupted from the surroundings.

Yata laughed with him, but when their eyes met, his smile softened a bit and he tilted his head as if to say, "What's wrong?"

"Yata, right now..."

Did he hear it? When he was about to ask, "Wait, Fushimi, let me go first. I've had too much to drink and I'm about to pee."

"It's my bath! Don't let it spread!"

After Yata yelled at Bando while running to the bathroom, he looked at him, but at that moment something had gone completely wrong with Fushimi.

It was enough. It had been like that all along.

When he looked down from the loft, he saw Akito walking away from the kotatsu and putting a PDA to his ear.

Akito said, "It's Hayato.".

He raised his hand to the kotatsu people, asking them to wait a moment, then turned his back on them and put the PDA back to his ear.

After a brief exchange, he looked up with an unrefined look on his face. He then said a few more words to the PDA and hung up.

"Yata. Hayato asked me to come back, so I'm going back to the bar."

"Hmm? Really?"

Something hit Fushimi. From above the loft, he yelled, "Yata. Let's go everyone."

"If this guy is caught, Kusanagi-san's negotiations will be meaningless. I can't let him go back alone. In other words, it's better not to move until midnight."

How could they look at each other? Some people wondered why he was in charge from above, but no one objected and they began to raise their hips, saying, "I'm sorry.". Even those who were moderately drunk had a firm face once they changed.

Fushimi watched Akito closely from above the loft. Akito also narrowed his eyes and looked at him as if he was going to speak.

In the noisy room, their eyes met coldly for a moment, but he looked away from Akito.

"Ok, what Fushimi said makes sense. We'll join him later. Let's drink again."

++++++++++

When he opened the window, the billowing wind rushed in and nearly took his body away. The ground was far away and he felt dizzy. Second floor? Why? That's supposed to be the first floor of a multi-tenant building.

"Saruhiko~! He's your friend, right? What are you sneaking about?"

He went up the stairs. He was closing in on his prey as if he were slowly cornering him, his pointed leather shoes flapping.

"Misaki, hurry up."

"Good, see you tomorrow."

When Fushimi pointed to the front of the window, Yata, who was carrying the handle of the school bag on his back like a bag, climbed onto the window frame. There was a strange nostalgia for the word school. Even though he didn't go to high school, there was a sense of incongruity that was strange, and he naturally nodded "Yeah, see you tomorrow.".

The moment Yata put his foot on the gutter that ran through the wall just below the window, he put his weight on it and exposed himself to the outside.

"Misaki!"

"Gak..."

Yata's face blurred vertically and disappeared from his sight. Just in time, Fushimi grabbed Yata's wrist. He attached a heavy weight to one arm and was dragged out the window, slamming his belly against the window frame. He stopped as his body doubled over, but for a moment he stopped breathing and his eyes flickered.

That was the escape route he used earlier. However, that day it appeared that the screws holding the gutter to the wall were loose. The rain gutters, which were about to detach from the walls and hang in the air, creaked. Yata looked down at his legs, which were trembling in the air, and then looked up with a face that seemed to be about to burst into tears.

"Saru..."

The rain gutter was about to break and fall into the driveway below. However, there was still no news of the air incident on the causeway. If the car was a bit taller, the rain gutter would hang close to the roof like the car, but the cars were speeding past one after the other just below it.

"Kuh..."

He gritted his teeth and endured it, but he didn't have the strength to lift Yata. On the contrary, his hands began to slip little by little.

"Misaki... hold on with that hand..."

"I can't do it; I can't do it."

Why were they so powerless? He should have the power to lift him easily. Although Yata should be able to land as an acrobatic trick if he fell from the second floor, he was now whimpering with a desperate face.

"Gyahahahahaha!"

And, a shrill laugh fell on his back. Gritting his teeth, Fushimi barely turned his head and looked around the room.

Niki Fushimi, who looked the same as two years ago, pointed at him at the door and laughed. "What's wrong? You're about to lose your friend! Did you do something you felt guilty about, like throw him out the window? You know, I thought you were prepared to do whatever it took to bring a woman back. Gyahahahahahahahaha... I'm so hungry! What the hell is that friend with a girl's name who keeps playing with the monkey? Thank you."

"Stop standing there and give me a hand!"

"Give you a hand? Are you really ordering me around?"

Something thin flew at him and a small pain shot up his shoulder.

Unbelievable, Fushimi looked at Niki's hands. Niki was holding a plastic gun with a rubber band attached to it.

"I bought this as a souvenir for today. I thought I'd play police with the monkey. But since I only have two, I can't let your friend have one. So how about a game where whoever catches your friend first wins?"

Niki pointed the barrel of the rubber gun in that direction and fired without hesitation. Pyun, that flew up again and hit Fushimi's ear, who was stunned and speechless.

Pyun, flew up again and then hit his cheekbone. Fushimi never closed his eyes. He craned his neck, clenched his teeth so hard his mouth tasted of blood, and looked at Niki.

"Hey, can't you help it? Can you let go of his hand? If your friend fell, what would your friend think of you? Hey, what do you think?"

Bachin.

Something exploded in his head when the rubber band hit the center of his forehead.

"Hey, Saruhiko..."

He glanced at Yata, who was pleading for help with teary eyes, and…

He released his hand. Yata's wrist slipped from his hand, releasing his weight. He couldn't even look down anymore. Now that he thought about it, there was no way the current Yata would fall from that height and get hurt.

And now he didn't need to feel threatened by this guy. Even the height wasn't much different, right? Above all, he now had "power".

He sat in front of the window and faced the man who smiled and shot him with a rubber band gun. When he lightly removed the rubber band with his hand, it instantly burst into flames and gave off an unpleasant odor. He tossed the knife into his sleeve with his hand.

The knife only stuck into the bedroom door. Nikki had disappeared.

There was a sharp screeching of brakes and a crash under the window.

He was startled and turned his gaze to see a car in the driveway below crashing into an outside light and spewing smoke. The sound of horns rang out, and the road immediately became noisy. It was Niki in a white hospital gown, not Yata, who was lying on his back on the windshield with cracks running through it like cobwebs.

With one hand, Niki yelled at him, lifting the IV stand that was connected to his body with a tube.

"Why didn't you come visit me even once, Saruhiko? Frankly speaking, I'll die of boredom, I'll definitely die. After all, I have to anger the monkey once a month."

"Just die and stop talking nonsense."

He threw two knives in a fit of rage, but Niki easily knocked them over with the pillars of the drip stand. The knife bounced off the two beams of white light. Fushimi clicked his tongue, pulled out the knife from his waist, kicked the window frame and jumped into the air.

Niki caught the knife balanced on the IV stand. The steel rod and the knife blade collided with each other and made a loud sound. Niki wasn't the one near him with the tip of his nose as if he was biting it.

Minato Akito. Akito was receiving the knife, with the edge of the saber that had not been drawn.

At that moment, the roadway with its horns and the crashed car with its broken windshield disappeared from the surroundings. It was a room in a multi-tenant building that he was used to living in. He could tell by the vague arrangement of things, but his vision was blurry as if he were separated by rain-stained glass. He knew right away it was because he wasn't wearing glasses.

His boiling head cooled quickly. He was just sleeping in the attic, and if it wasn't a dream or an illusion, there was no way he could see his face or the scenery in that room clearly with his naked eyes.

Dreams, ghosts, or otherwise.

He felt that the people who had been sleeping under the lights that had been left on were getting up. Some were still half asleep and muttering "Mmm? What?", but the situation where Fushimi was riding Akito at knifepoint immediately caused a stir.

"What are you doing?! Fushimi?!"

In a hurry, several people jumped up and began to separate them. "Let it go!" Fushimi reflexively resisted, but he was tied up and the knife was torn from him.

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

MAP 3 [Courtyard] Kamamoto Rikio

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Kuroh: I never thought I'd be walking around aimlessly. Should I have chosen to train with a sword?

Saya: Now-now. It's like a continuation of our exploration of the school, I'm enjoying it.

Saya: (…Huh. The one that just came out of the bushes is…)

Saya: Kamamoto-kun.

Kamamoto: Oh, it's you guys. What are you doing here?

Kuroh: That's our line. …Why did you get out of the bushes?

Kamamoto: That's…

Kuroh: Is it something you can't say? …Something you're ashamed of?

Kamamoto: Not that I'm ashamed of it…

Saya: Then why?

Kamamoto: …I'm looking for Yata-san.

Saya: Yata-san?

Kamamoto: A girl from the first year talked to me a while ago . Yata-san was so surprised that he ran away.

Kuroh: …That's why you came out of the bushes?

Kamamoto: Of course it's because I was looking for him, right? I thought he might be hiding. In fact, I've found him here before.

Kamamoto: But this time it looks like I was wrong. I wonder where Yata-san went.

Saya: Do you want us to look for him too?

Kuroh: Oi. It's not the time to do that…

Saya: I know, but I can't just leave someone in trouble.

Kamamoto: Oh, don't worry about me. Yata-san runs away from the girls all the time.

Kamamoto: If he finds out that I asked the Silver club to help me find him, it would make Yata-san angry.

Kamamoto: But I appreciate the thought. See you later.

Saya: Kamamoto-kun…

Kuroh: …About what you said earlier.

Saya: Eh? Ah, umm…

Saya: (What should I do, I wonder if he'll get angry…)

Saya: You see…

Kuroh: I'm sorry.

Saya: Eh, why are you apologizing, Kuro-kun?

Kuroh: You tried to help someone in need, I shouldn't have said such things to you…

Kuroh: I'm really sorry.

Kuroh: I was only concerned with what is before me. I'm still lacking in training.

Saya: D-Don't be so depressed. For now, let's just look for something that Shiro-kun asked us to find. Okay?

Kuroh: Oh, right. I can reflect on that later.

Saya: Yeah-yeah, that's the spirit. Let's look for it cheerfully!

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[arkadiaasks]

Looking at the Yugioh wiki(because Yugipedia is still down), it came to my mind that very few of Judai’s “signature” cards had any meta relevance during their time. Matter of fact, the only ones I can think of are Metamorphosis and Card Trooper. The rest either only became meta during the Synchro or Xyz era or were not meta relevant at all. Why is that? Yugi had cards like Summoned Skull, Mirror Force, Swords of Revealing Light, and so many more cards that were meta staples of their era that were banned IRL; Yusei had Junk and Quickdraw Synchron, Stardust Dragon, Starlight Road, and a good portion of Junk Synchros that became popular during the Edison Era; Yuma had Gagaga Cowboy and a shocking amount of cards that would be part of the Rank 4 spam decks; Yuya had numerous cards that tore the meta a new one as part of PePe; and let’s not even mention the hell called Firewall Dragon or the rest of the generic link spam Yusaku brought to the table. But Judai is the outlier for some reason. Even counting the protagonists of the Rush Duel era, Yuga had SRM, Thunderbold, Amazing Dealer and Dark Liberation. Why would they give Judai so few signature cards with meta relevancy if he’s the protagonist?

GX was a highly experimental period when Konami and NAS didn't know what made Yu-Gi-Oh! Yu-Gi-Oh! and there weren't any real solid rules or tendencies.

That and a lot of card design was under done during GX because of concerns of the sheer power Goat Control Chaos and Chaos Yata Lock had.

They did give Judai sorta meta relevance but it was more in 5D's and ZEXAL with his manga Fusion strategy and later Masked HERO.

Which is sort of a Judai thing to do anyways, being late and what not.

[sociieties]

occasional glances turns to his entire attention settling on her / she begins speaking and his black gaze turns to an analytical stare. she's going to try lying to him, nothing more than impulsive ( yata knows the way takehiko thinks in most cases. he knows about how she doesn't like feeling weak, or how she'd sooner choke down her own suffering before burdening someone else ), but what she tells him isn't what he thought she'd actually say.

two, three, four seconds pass and yata breathes out, slow and evenly as he puts his own controller off to the side. a hand comes out, fingers slipping underneath his beanie and he's scratching at the back of his head. " ..... " lips part, breath hitched before silence overtakes his thoughts for another second. judgement / he's fully aware that she can feel the way it wafts off of him. " that's the stupidest shit you've ever said to me. "

he's swift in the way he stands up, eyes no longer on takehiko, but looking around the room.

" where would you even get that from? kusanagi got you that because you're in pain, " — attention is back on takehiko, gesturing mildly towards the way she sits, " and nothing else was helping you. not because he thought you'd take it for the fun of it. " while it's a reasonable concern, it's so stupid that he can't help but to stare down at her. " take your meds, hiko, don't be stupid. " / @valkyrrhic

[animegirl1363]

Title: Say my Name

Fandom: K Project

External: AO3

Summary: Hidaka accidentally says Fushimi's name.

Based on this ask by Ridas

It was another day at work. No strains to catch so everyone was doing office work today. Which means that Hidaka was busy fantasizing instead. By now in their relationship Hidaka was calling Fushimi by his name in his fantasies.

"Hidaka!" Fushimi calls, snapping Hidaka back to reality. "Pay attention!"

"Oh, sorry, Saruhi-... Sa- Saru-..." Hidaka takes the notebook on his desk and hits his forehead. "Sorry Fushimi-san."

Fushimi is giving Hidaka a look that is asking him to drop dead. At least that is how Hidaka interprets Fushimi's irritated look at him.

"Tsk. Get to work." Was all Fushimi said before he walks away. Once He was gone the members present all huddled around Hidaka for a much need comfort huddle.

Doumyouji has giving his congratulations for surviving saying Fushimi's name without dying. All while giving him a pat on the back. "That was so brave of you to say his name. And you lived!"

"You both have been dating for months now I'm surprised that you aren't on a first name bases." Enomoto says. "Maybe it was awkward because it was at work."

"This is Fushimi-san we are talking about. Makes since why they are not calling each other by their names." Goto says.

"Hidaka have you talked to Fushimi-san about this?" Kamo asks.

"N-no." Hidaka replies.

"Of course." Benzai shakes his head.

"Another example of Hidaka jumping the gun with Fushimi-san again." Akiyama couldn't help but smile as if this was just a normal occurrence.

"You've done way more embarrassing things at work before." Fuse adds.

Hidaka groans. His friends really were not helping him feel better.

-

Meanwhile in his office Fushimi was busy typing away at the computer, but he was having a hard time focusing. He kept thinking back to earlier with Hidaka. Yes they have been together for six months now, but Fushimi was always telling himself that it was not going to last. Now he is in this weird position of having to come to terms with the fact that Hidaka isn't going anywhere and this relationship is really happening. He would rather pretend this slip up didn't happen but Hidaka is going to confront him sooner or later.

He let out a sigh, pushing the keyboard back.

The infuriating part is that Fushimi can't for the life of him hate that Hidaka did that. Maybe it's not so bad to hear his name from Hidaka's mouth.

There was a light knock at the door. Slowly, enters the last person Fushimi wants to see right now.

"Fushimi-san...?"

"What?"

Hidaka closed the door behind him and slowly walked up to Fushimi's desk.

"Um... well... about earlier." Hidaka's eyes were shifting from wall to wall, trying not to land on Fushimi.

"Forget it. It doesn't matter." Fushimi says.

"Ah! Thank you for not being upset Fushimi-san." Hidaka was relived.

"I just said it doesn't matter. You can keep saying it if you want." Fushimi looks away from Hidaka with a tint of red on his face.

Instantly Hidaka brightens up, like he is absolutely beaming. Fushimi was unprepared for when Hidaka ran around the desk to hug him and rub their cheeks together.

"Saruhiko-san you are the best!" Hidaka pulls away looking at Fushimi as if he was waiting for something. Fushimi looks away slightly embarrassed.

"A-Akira...." This earned Fushimi a tighter hug from the taller man.

"Oh Saruhiko!"

-

The next day in the office Hidaka was in a state of bliss. The others were concerned for him but they knew what was going on. They figured he patched things up with Fushimi and is happy about it. They let him be.

"Akira!" Fushimi grumbles. At that everyone in the room froze up. It was shocking to hear Fushimi call anyone by their first name outside of Yata. "We are going on patrol later. Get ready."

"Yes, Saruhiko."

The rest of the Special Forces operatives were happy that Hidaka didn't mess everything up somehow.

-

"It is great to see everyone get closer to each other." Munakata says. "Seri-kun-"

"No Captain...."

[sociieties]

she looks him over again and he pays little mind to it, once against very quickly slipping into some disconnected mental state as she moves around, bothering clothes and flesh and whatever else it does until voice sounds. something about muscle, he doesn't know, and heavy lids fall as she continues working in silence. more than anything now, yata's tired.

it's the exhaustion that flows through him that gets him, not the pain, still hopped up on adrenaline but slowly coming down as there's the briefest mention of water. it's barely even registered before it actually hits him, breath hitching as what's expected to sting does. still, it's more of the general startle of going from nothing to something that causes him to move, huffing out shaken breath as exhausted eyes slowly open again. the water is bad enough, leading him to try looking over his shoulder to spot her, threatening a nasty glare just for takehiko to turn his head straight again, lest he hurt himself any further.

he hates every second of this and it's only to get worse.

yata, however, chooses against thinking about it in such a way.

" fuck you... " such words are only muttered, mostly to himself, drowned out by the sound of water falling down the drain. it may just be him, but it's louder than usual -- he's again yanked from his thoughts as shoulder is touched and he breathes out a mute sigh.

things could be worse. things could be so much worse.

he could be the one dead ---

little mind is paid to how she checks his head anyway, some distant part of him aware that it's probably more from concern than doubt. that upfront logic is lost on him as he feels fingers against his scalp and his own fingers curl, gripping the edge of the tub. he wants to move. the water gets shut off and it takes everything in his being to continue sitting still, thinking the exact same thing takehiko voices.

this is going to be the worst part.

how bad would it be if he just.... kept it there? he won't, but still.

there's a belt shoved in his face before he knows it, stupidly blinking at the way it's folded into itself and out of sheer curiosity, yata peers over at her. if she has to gag him, then this is going to be so much worse than originally anticipated. ( the nature of the knife in his back is completely forgotten, only positively aware of the fact that there is one lodged in him. nothing more. nothing less. )

he bites, first swallowing down what spit had accumulated as to not choke himself. the worst part is the waiting, looking forward with baited breath -- he has to remind himself to breathe. gaze settles on nothing in particular, soon losing focus as nothing happens / waiting for something to happen while takehiko seemingly thinks she has all day for this. irritated, impatient grumble of something sounds from underneath the belt. ( hurry up. )

brace / yata does, biting down more just from being told so / even more so after searing pain comes to him. it's that mixed with the very natural urge to move that causes him to nearly snap the belt and if it weren't for the overbearing pain in his back, he'd surely be concerned for his teeth. his own muffled scream takes him by surprise, eyes squeezing shut as he has to will himself from moving -- jerking away comes very close every eighth of a second and he's mentally cursing takehiko for everything she's ever done to him. some friend. they had to do this sober? she couldn't have left him to die? no, surely takehiko's been plotting against him for something, why else would she be doing this?

these thoughts, naturally, are all delusion and born of pain-based hatred.

why it has to go on for so long, he knows not, not in the current state that'd have him very easily and very stupidly yanking the knife out just to get it done as soon as possible. it's a good thing that takehiko is not yata and that yata is not takehiko.

everything else is ignored -- more accurately put, very swiftly sidestepped for the very apparent and demanding sensation of being branded in the worst way possible -- up until the knife drops and aura fades. even then, it takes a good two, three seconds to focus on anything else, coughing into the belt that's still barely holding on / yata heaves out breath, eyes wide and teary as takehiko settles in front of him. maw remains snapped shut, rakish breathes ripping through him as she speaks all too soon.

he's trying to find his mind again. trying to find a reason to not attack her for her so-called help.

even the worst of sinners couldn't be so cruel.

name is repeated and yata leans forward, grimacing as he blinks eyes back into focus, sniffling as he shakes his head. ( he's not bitch, he's not crying. ) slow breath is taken as single eye twitches, maw slowly loosening to drop the belt from his mouth and the second it does, he falls into a coughing fit. " no, " groaned out between trying to catch his breath, hands balled into fists for who knows how long / he'd only now noticed. " no, i don't want to. " like she said, he's in agony. " no. "

there's a faint sound of exasperation which leaves her in light of his response / minimalist at best & evasive at worst, but who is she to argue semantics when the answers aren't entirely incorrect? the noise is accompanied by the bite of teeth upon the insides of lips & careful tugging of his sweatshirt to the crest of one shoulder's curve / bulge of his deltoid before she's slower & more deliberate in her action. she bunches the fabric in a hand, held fast to prevent jerking by the clench of a fist; other hand works to gently prise fibres ( more than she's expected with her once-over ) from within the deep gash that runs diagonally downward from shoulderblade toward chest. she's certain it stings / doesn't comment on it 'til its pulled free across the length -- "i think this managed t'avoid muscle," the statement is half murmured to herself, and after she pulls the sweatshirt to his elbow, careful digits root on either side of the gash.

takehiko can only guess within so much accuracy / her only experience is what she's seen in the guys when a raid got hairy…

… even so, she has to guess by her judgement / observation of the wound's nature, that it penetrates the fat beneath his skin & no deeper. a pain, regardless.

a distracted glance to his face / to his forearms -- she notes the wounds there are of similar nature. saruhiko's attacks had been long, slashing motions… at least all of these. he'd relied upon his rapier… eyes narrow slightly, and she focuses on pulling the sweatshirt / gently / all the way off his arm & dodging the cuts of his forearm as she does. if saruhiko had simply wanted to cause yata pain, he likely would've relied more upon his knives -- like the one stuck in her friend's back -- but, long gashes like this…

she steps around, the same meticulousness of the first arm applied to the next as she tugs fibre from the laceration…

… saruhiko had fought to kill, as well.

that's her assessment, anyway.

takehiko exercises great care as she pulls the sweatshirt's frayed edges from the longitudinal gash that runs from half his deltoid to five centimeters short of his elbow… and there's a silent thanks prayed to the kami ( as if they watched, anyway… bullshit, ) that the cut seems to fall where the muscles of his bicep / tricep braid inward & fold deeper beneath his skin -- braid inward & become millimeters more difficult to reach, that which makes the difference between injury she can care for adequately & that she cannot.

a breath she doesn't know she's held is released when she pulls that sleeve off & is able to tug the ruined sweatshirt from his lap / tosses it to sit before the vanity / on the ground. "remind me to elbow you in the ribs for bein' a smartass when you're better," it's for his comment earlier, but despite the veiled threat of her words, her lips attempt to form a smirk. but takehiko's somewhat unconvinced / part of her demands to check for herself, lest yata be numbed to what all's happened.

she works more quickly with the tanktop; simply stretches the arm holes wide enough there's no chance she can brush any injuries, and pulls them down his limbs one at a time, before it, too, is tossed to join the sweatshirt. "okay…"

deep breath taken, she steps into the tub / behind him, looks to the most serious & attention-demanding wound. she doesn't want to jostle it, yet all the same she needs to be able to see its entry point as clearly as possible. "…water." it's warning she gives before a hand is placed upon his shoulder, and the other reaches for the tub's nozzle / flips it on. she's decisive in her movement: movable showerhead reached & taken in her grip, it's angled toward porcelain when she hits the lever to direct flow of water into it. she lifts it so that it can hit his lower back / three seconds / midback / three seconds / before she lifts its to upper & parallel to the wound.

she expects it stings, and can't help the attempt at a motion meant to ease: thumb brushing his shoulder lightly as water flows against pierced tissue & surrounding skin. "gonna check your head anyway…" she admits it quietly, slips the beanie off & lifts hair clump after clump -- no blood, no obvious damage, as he's assured -- there's relief which flows through her, and as she puts the beanie flat atop his head, she reaches over & turns off the water. "…this part's gonna suck."

the whole time, she's run through a thousand different ways she could do this /

how this could go /

what could be right /

what could be wrong…

her decision rests in the one she believes to have minimal possibility for heinous error.

takehiko stands straight, is quick to wrench her belt from its loops / undo the buckle. it's folded in one hand, four layers of leather sandwiched together before she shoves it in front of his face, her hold on it making her intent obvious. "bite on this so you don't bite off your tongue. 'cause gettin' this knife out… 's really gonna hurt, yata." i'm sorry in advance.

when he glances at her / amber eyes meeting with pink, indication of the aura's rise in her body / she uses her gaze to urge him. takehiko doesn't need to wait long, as he's able to comply & pushes teeth into leather -- she can see the muscle in his jaw jump. accepting this as the best precaution she can manage, their flame cloaks her hand…

though her eyes remain open & focused, her mind falls into a reverie as though she's blinked.

she sees the gentle flame dance in totsuka's palm, lift into a butterfly. she remembers her awe of his precision, control… [ "you have to tell it what you want," ] his voice echoes / a laugh in his words, as though one could actually curb the inherent nature of the slate's blessing upon them.

( gentle. )

after a moment of stillness, she reaches forward.

her thumb lays against the the top of the blade / index & middle finger on the bottom.

( contain it. )

rather than an immediate spread / a wildfire within metal, the obvious heat is slow to trickle. it creeps a millimeter at a time, stretches forward from her grip in increments so petite she cannot see it move on its own / can only observe that it has.

"brace…"

the red-hot glow which takes over the metal at last reaches the line of his skin & she can hear the sizzle, sickening, as it works to sear the flesh / fat / muscle that touches the blade & no more. yata's roar & excruciated, choking scream are muted in the background / this time her eyes do close & she reaches into the heart of her flame…

[ "you can know it more than you think, take-chan~" ]

and for a fleeting moment / all she needs: she can sense the precise expanse of her aura across the blade of the knife. she senses, as it covers the entirety of the metal, that it has done so -- and that's when she knows to pull. she does not yank / she does not move at a snail's pace. instead, as she pulls, she somehow knows to do so in a manner that slides the perforating edges out from between his muscle & re-sears any damage she inflicts in the instant of its movement.

her free hand moves without her conscious urge to do such / it slides from yata's shoulder where it's gripped him to steady the man ( perhaps offer reassurance of her presence, care ) and up to the wound, where thumb & fingers split on either side of the puncture as she withdraws the knife. it's as the angle of its edge passes back into open air ( the flame tells her in its final act, ) that she applies pressure with her free hand -- pushes torn skin / muscle together and allows the merciless heat to cauterize the wound shut.

as the knife's tip leaves the skin ( cauterized, unfavorable scent of recently burned flesh ) her aura ceases / the knife drops & she's in front of yata in an instant -- crouched, looking up, yes faded back to gold / concern racks her for more than a dozen reasons. "yata. yata -- hey." a hand finds its place on undamaged skin on an arm, and fingers tap lightly against flesh, "lift your arms. one at a time if you gotta. please. i know you're in agony but please do that --"

[ridiasfangirlings]

Saruhiko's daughter being scared of Yata and the rest of HOMRA cuz they do look like those bad guys from cartoons with gang tattoos and weird clothes.

Can you imagine how crushed Yata would be by this, that his best friend’s kid thinks he’s a scary monster. Like imagine this as maybe Everybody Lives AU where Fushimi didn’t have his kid until after leaving Homra so they’ve never really met her. Kusanagi keeps encouraging him to bring her by sometimes, he’ll make her a snack. Yata wants to meet her too but then the first time he stops by Fushimi’s place she immediately runs and hides from him. Poor Yata is immediately crestfallen, like hey I’m not scary, but she refuses to come near him. Fushimi asks her about it afterward and she says that he’s like ‘the bad guys from cartoons,’ which Fushimi will later relate to Yata in between bouts of snickering. 

Fushimi isn’t sure about bringing her to Homra in that case but he’s convinced to let her meet Anna at least. Except when he gets to the bar with his kid some of the other Homra guys are there and she’s immediately concerned, imagine she points to Kamamoto and says he’s a bad guy, Kamamoto almost cries. Kusanagi tries to calm her down and she points at him too and is like ‘sneaky villain!’, Kusanagi coughs and wonders what Fushimi’s been teaching her. Even Totsuka makes her suspicious, he tries to come over all friendly and she hides behind Fushimi as she says that’s a sneaky looking villain. Yata is like come on we can’t all be villains, what are you teaching this kid Saruhiko. Suddenly Mikoto appears with Anna and imagine Fushimi tensing, all the old nervous feelings coming back as he expects his kid will be extra scared of Mikoto. Mikoto doesn’t even look at them, just lays down on the couch with Anna sitting next to him. Fushimi’s kid hesitates and then slowly walks over and without a moment’s hesitation plops herself next to him and starts napping on his chest. Fushimi is just boggling like wait of all people Mikoto-san isn’t scary, he doesn’t understand kids at all.

[dasomlimie]

hey so like what’s up. i burned me self?!? how would baji react to his s/o getting hurt?!?! i’m so frolicking smart - yata yata

%% HOW BAJI WOULD REACT IF HIS S/O INJURED #!

character ; Baji Keisuke

a/n ; how did you managed to burnt yourself ? :O, make sure to take care of yourself!! (ㅠ᎑ㅠ ) hope you enjoy this! again sorry for late and short answer

first ofc he would be panicked when he saw your pained (is that even a word) face and the first thing he would ask was

"are you okay?" with a very concern face when you nodded he know you're not, he start to use his brain to think then remembered when Mitsuya help him with a lot of his injury

lets say you got burn ( first degree burn ) not bad but enough to make you feel pain

he remembered what Mitsuya did and start to do the same

he would wince when you wince and keep apologize

and let me tell you this is the only situation you would see him like this all gentle and full of concern

and when he finished he would kiss the bandage like you did to him everytime you patch him up

he would keep his eyes on you all the time until your injury fully healed

he would also realised how you feel everytime he come back home with little injury here and there

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[homras-mother]

K Project was all just a dream Mikoto had... Or was it?

A gasp. The sound Mikoto makes as he awakens, covered in sweat before looking around, noticing he's in his room. In his bed. His hands would then go to his chest and stomach. No stab wound. Is he dead? He's gotta be, right? He remembers dying, he remembers his own flames burning him before Munakata killed him.

Then Totsuka comes to mind. "Totsuka." He whispers before throwing the covers off and running down the steps. To find *him*. Among the other members, the bar was full of life, while Mikoto was full of confusion. Anna walks up to him with her head tilted.

"Mikoto. Did you have a bad dream?" She noticed his ruffled hair and the wild look on his face, the look full of terror that was replaced with confusion. He'd look down to her and blink, his confusion still overwhelming him before he pats her head with his hand and moved towards his goal: Totsuka. The sweet boy playing his guitar and teaching one of the members to play.

"Totsuka." Tatara pauses strumming his guitar strings and looks up to see a disheveled Mikoto.

"Ah, hey King. Is something wrong?" Mikoto remains quiet to the question, gently taking the guitar from Totsuka's hands and setting it on the bar before pulling Totsuka to his feet. "King...?" Now his eyebrows were raised in surprise and confusion as Mikoto cups his cheek before kissing him. Totsuka was here, in his arms. He was alive.

Once he pulls away, Totsuka's face is a bright red as he stands there in shock, surprised as to how Mikoto just came up and kisses him in front of everyone like that. Something he's never really done before. "K...K-King-"

"I love you."

Then comes the night of December 7th. Totsuka was getting ready to leave to record the night for Anna's birthday, but Mikoto was quick to stop him from leaving.

"King, what's wrong?"

"Don't go." He held Totsuka's arm to keep him from moving further away from him.

"Ah-? But I have to get the stuff I told you about on tape, or I won't have anything special to show Anna."

"No."

"King... Why?"

Because you'll die. Because I'll lose you. A few different answers ran through Mikoto's face as he stares at Tatara's face becoming more concerned from Mikoto preventing him from leaving. "Don't. Go." Is all that could leave his lips, through gritted teeth this time. Tatara turns to Mikoto, deciding he could just find something else that's just as special once he sees the desperation in Mikoto's eyes. He just nods and slips his coat off, wrapping his arms around Mikoto who he could feel sigh a breath of relief. He needed answers and he was going to get them out of Mikoto, but not tonight. Not when he seemed so.. panicked.  

Mikoto didn't allow Totsuka to go back to his apartment either, making him sleep with him up in his room for that night. Neither of them could sleep for most of that night. They watched one another and Tatara decided to just start talking because he couldn't push away the concern that plagued him. "King. I need you to talk to me." He notices Mikoto freeze up and turn away. "King. Please." He scoots closer to Mikoto, closing the distance between their bodies, his way of trying to keep Mikoto from escaping. "You're worrying me."

"You died tonight."

"What?" Mikoto goes quiet after his three words, leaving Totsuka more confused. "King?"

Mikoto turns over to pull him against his chest, his grip on him tight. "I can't... lose you again."

"Lose me again? King, you never lost me--"

"You were fucking dead. Kusanagi and Yata brought you back. I..." He trails off, burying his face in Totsuka's hair. "You're not allowed to go out by yourself anymore."  

It must've been a nightmare, Totsuka figured as he hugged Mikoto, going quiet at the explanation that left him still confused but figured it was nothing more than a dream. A cruel dream. "It's okay, King." He presses a kiss to Mikoto's shoulder. "With you here, there's no way anyone can hurt me."

Dream or not, it was real. All too real. Mikoto remembered the blood from Totsuka's body, taking his earring, burning his body, being stabbed. The two would remain quiet for the rest of the night as the images run again and again through Mikoto's mind. Perhaps having Totsuka here would change things, keep him from dying. Change their fate, if that was possible. The pain of losing Totsuka was the worst pain he could have ever felt and he can't go through with it again, or else he'd completely lose his mind before he could have gotten revenge again.

He continues to hold Totsuka tightly, taking in his sweet scent, taking in the fact that he's still in his arms, alive and breathing and talking. The two would remain silent for the rest of the night, falling asleep as they held one another.  

[ofdraiocht]

roleplay-abiogenesis2​:

In the back, Totsuka maintained a quiet grin on his lips that did not quite reach the eyes. Maybe he’d crossed the line a little just now. He knew all too well that bringing up Yata’s name had still an effect on Fushimi, and was more likely to get the boy to comply to their request. It was a white lie… he’ll make up for it to Fushimi later, hopefully~

As for Fushimi himself, he did not give a verbal response behind the usual noise of irritation. Following at his own pace the car towards the parking lot, he waited for the two - three, actually - to get off the vehicle and follow him inside.

What they found through the doors to the main offices of Scepter 4 HQ was nothing sort of mayhem. Every bit of the room seemed to have been converted to an improvised nursery. Everywhere, blue clansmen ran back and forth, nearly bumping into each other, trying to tend to so many, TOO MANY infants enclosed in small pens between the tables and chairs.

And right there, at the middle of it all, the Blue King stood like a beacon of light. Completely placid and at ease in that hell of screams and babblings, while in his hands he cradled a blond little one with piercing blue eyes.

“Ah, there you are, Fushimi-kun. And I see you’ve brought in more guests.” He said with a calm smile that only faded in the moment where the baby in his arms made eye contact with Kusanagi and immediately began to wail a cacophony of sorrows. “Oh my, it seems Awashima-kun is not pleased. Fushimi-kun, will you please go fetch the bean paste for her?”

“… Again? Captain… is that even safe for a baby…”

“A little more will not hurt her stomach. And it’s proven effective in calming her nerves.”

“… Gross.” Saruhiko could do nothing more than turn around to handle his new mission. Sneaking his way past frantic fellow clansmen, he left the room. At least he’d be spared from all the noise for a little.

And so, it was the Blue King’s turn to address the founders of Homra. While absently cradling Seri, his violet eyes were already pointed on the small thing in Totsuka’s arms.

“Would you like at that… It seems Homra is in for quite the predicament.”

He’s a little more than concerned at the silence they got in response. Seeing the sight before them though, he understood. He’d never seen the place so chaotic before and that was saying something with how often they tended to cause problems for the Blues. Crying babies everywhere. Adults running every which way to try and appease them. 

Why hadn’t they hired child caretakers to help?

Ah-- You know what, word getting out about this probably wouldn’t be good. 

“Aha....Is that Seri--- She’s a cute baby. Too bad just looking at me seems to make her cry--” Which you know, rude? Did she recognize him even as a baby? He was going to point that out the next time she decided to get a drink at the bar. 

He glanced back at Totsuka, making sure he still had their leader secure in his arms before he turned his attention to Munakata. 

“We’re not in as much of a predicament as you are.” He pointed out, arm gesturing to just about....everything. 

“We were hoping to fix our little problem since you had the strain in question but it looks like she’s not in much of a helping mood? Good thing she didn’t get you. This would be a lot harder to deal with.”

[itsuki-minamy]

MEMORY STORIES: REASONS TO HAVE FUN

* Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"You are a mess, Misaki."

Fushimi, who was also out of breath, said that to Yata, who was breathing on his shoulders. He staggered a bit, but he reached over and picked him up.

"You are too, Saruhiko."

Yata laughed as he stood up, holding his hand back and yelling "Good job." They had arrived on time.

"It hurt…"

Their cheeks hurt and the blows they had received. Some of his clothes were dirty or torn.

"I'm tired."

"Well, it was 20 people."

Yata was satisfied and Fushimi looked around with a cold gaze. Men in black fell and groaned everywhere in the back alleys.

"Hehehe, we did it."

Yata proudly put his hand on his waist and stretched out his chest. Fushimi took off his glasses, saw that were cracked, and frowned.

"I don't know. Is it because of the power I got from Mikoto-san? Besides, I have received many additional attacks."

"But…"

Yata screamed as he stroked his mark.

"It wasn't a big deal, even though we did this for the first time, right?"

The pain he felt from the actual battle also seemed to be great.

Fushimi clicked his tongue, put the damaged glasses back on, and then said...

"Well, sure. There are still problems, but I feel like I have understood how to use the power. It was not bad in that sense."

He laughed a little.

"Mmm..."

Fushimi silently slapped a hand as Yata raised it, and the two exchanged high-fives.

++++++++++

That night, a drinking party called "Newcomers Yata and Fushimi Comfort Party" was held at the HOMRA bar. After the store opened, they brought cheap chu-hi and low-malt beer bought from Kamamoto's store, and friends who were properly assembled were scattered throughout the store.

However, among them were Izumo Kusanagi, who was in charge of the bar, Tatara Totsuka, one of the executives of "Homura" and, rarely, Mikoto Suoh, the "King" of the red clan. Of course, they didn't have a particularly deep intention, they just wanted to interact with the newcomers, or they were there on a whim, but their glowing faces were like "barking" to the promising rookies Yata and Fushimi. It also seemed to be an expression of the general expectations of "Homura" as a whole.

"Well, well done. Yata, Fushimi, you saved me."

Kusanagi said it in a good mood and toasted. It was Kusanagi who had recently sent Yata and Fushimi to investigate the real situation of the drugs flowing towards Shizume. After about two weeks of sneaking around with the inside information, they destroyed the criminal organization that handled the drug with the power of almost two people.

After the flashy exchanges, the evidence stood firmly, and the entry route and background relationship were clarified (mostly after Fushimi's post-sale follow-up), so it would be too good for the first team. The place was naturally lively.

"Then the enemy boss hit me on the cheek with a stun bar."

Yata told the story with gestures and emotions.

"But, I really get really excited."

The "Homura" members looked at Yata with a smile, and a trustworthy look. It was the night that he was accepted by the team as a symbol of "Homura's" "future".

And in the meantime, there was a person who sat half away from the party.

It was Saruhiko Fushimi.

Naturally, Fushimi was the other lead that night. The meticulous and detailed information gathering ability, the courage to face the actual battle, and the fighting power did not appear to be teenagers at all. The success of that mission depended solely on his power. However, he was not as lively as Yata in front of everyone, so he gradually spent more time in the corner of the banquet.

Even if adult members like Kusanagi and Totsuka were actively talking about his difficulties, he didn't respond much.

And he finally he left the bar alone. He had nothing else to do nor did he intend to go home.

However, he felt suffocated for no apparent reason and wanted to breathe the outside air. He reached into his pocket and looked up at the sky.

Is it because it was winter? Unexpectedly, he was able to see the stars in such a city.

For a moment, he was silent.

(Do you really want to go home?)

When such feelings arose,

"Uh. What happened, Saruhiko?"

They called him from behind. Looking back, Yata stood there, he seemed concerned.

"What happened? Did you feel bad?"

"Hmm? Oh, I just wanted to feel the wind."

"I see."

Yata smiled.

"Then let's go back. Kusanagi-san wants to talk to you more."

"Ah…"

Fushimi did not have a solid reason to push for the proposal. He followed Yata, who started walking towards the store again.

At that moment, Yata said...

"I said it a long time ago, "I'll never forget those days", it's probably everyday life."

"......"

"It's fun."

Yata clasped his hands behind his head. Fushimi looked down.

"Oh, it's true."

The voice was cracked and somehow empty, but Yata, who was in front, could not hear it.

++++++++++

One summer afternoon. Yata and Fushimi went into their favorite izakaya and ordered draft beer for Yata and Malibu Cola for Fushimi.

"It's weird that you ask me to drink."

When Yata pointed that out while he was wiping his hands with a hand towel,

"I promised you would be excited next time."

Fushimi replied softly, looking at the PDA.

"Eh? Really? Is that so?"

Yata made a fuzzy voice. Fushimi raised his face and finally laughed.

"Well, okay, so I'll give you half. Actually, I was criticized a bit because I got rid of a stupid job that I had been doing for a long time."

"Oh, I will. So today it's your chopsticks."

"Cheers."

The two hit each other and toasted with a glass that reached the table. Yata was in a better mood than ever that day, and Fushimi was always on a fast pitch, probably because his shoulders were relaxed and he felt better.

Finally the drunk Yata shook from side to side with a red face.

"It's fun!"

He was happy and said so. Fushimi was drinking Malibu Cola, and said coldly ...

"Idiot."

Yata moved his mouth in dissatisfaction.

"It's fun because I'm hanging out with you. I don't always enjoy it like an idiot for no reason. Don't you know?"

Fushimi stopped raising the glass to his mouth as if he had been beaten.

"......"

Then he slowly said...

"Ah."

Like biting something.

"Unexpectedly, you may not have understood."

Yata, who is relatively innocent, did not notice Fushimi's childish appearance.

"It's fun, Saruhiko."

He repeated it while he smiled. Fushimi smiled softly.

"That's right, it's fun."

He answered that and drank again.

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Yata Misaki Route Translation

Ability is “superhuman strength”?

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Totsuka: Heh, you broke the grip strength meter?

Saya: Yes. Claudia-sensei said that I wouldn't have to pay for it, but I'm sorry.

Kusanagi: You didn't break it, because you wanted to, did you? You don't need to be concerned about it.

Totsuka: That's right. It's the grip strenght meter's fault for not mesuaring properly.

Saya: Thank you. That's what the teacher said. But I don't know the cause.  

Saya: There was nothing like this at my previous school. It was just a normal score.

Totsuka: Is that so? Say... Did you notice anything unsual before you measuare it?

Saya:  Anything unsual?

Totsuka: Yes. A different feeling. Like hot or gravity.

Saya: Oh, come to think of it.

Saya: When I put some strengh into it, I felt my fingertips getting hot.

Kusanagi: Fingertips?

Saya: Yes. Just a little bit.

Totsuka: Eeeeh. Kusanagi-san. Doesn't that make you shiver?

Kusanagi: Until you think about it, it does.

Saya: What do you mean?

Kusanagi: That's...

Totsuka: It means that you have “a special ability to destroy the grip strenght meters"!

Kusanagi: ...

Saya: ...

Kusanagi: Totsuka, come here for a minute.

Totsuka: Ah? What? Ouch!

Kusanagi: Don't make a mess with her serious question.

Totsuka: I made a mistake. Sorry-sorry.

Kusanagi: Sorry about Totsuka's words. Let bygones be bygones.

Kusanagi: How to call this ability...I can't find the right word for it, but, pardon me, I think it's "superhuman strengh".

Saya: Superhuman strengh?

Totsuka: Kusanagi-san, isn't "superhuman strengh" sounds a bit harsh for a girl?

Kusanagi: That's why I said "Pardon me".

Kusanagi: It seems that you have some sort of physical-related ability.

Saya: Huh, physical?

Kusanagi: Our clan has the ability given to us from Mikoto.

Kusanagi: The Red clan has the ability to hold the flame in the body. You have the ability to put the strengh in your hands.

Kusanagi: Just because they're different doesn't mean they're not alike. So I don't think it's strange that you have that ability.

Saya: Kusanagi-san...

Totsuka: You had it when you took the physical fitness test, but then you could't use it again?

Saya: Yes. Nothing happened when I held a pen in class afterwards.

Totsuka: I guess they haven't grown yet. From now on, you'll have to learn how to use your ability properly.

Saya: Yeah. It would be bad if I break anything again...

Kusanagi: Haha. It's good that it doesn't usually activates.

Kusanagi: Yata-chan, what's the matter? Your face is all pale.

Yata: Kusanagi-san...I can't stand it.

Kusanagi: You mean the situation where you lost to this girl in the grip test? I've heard the story, don't worry that you couldn't win against special ability.

Yata: It was a special ability!? ...I don't care about it anymore. Take a look at this.

Saya: This is the...test schedule?

Yata: Yes, but for me it's.... execution day!

Kusanagi: Execution day. I've four of them and died many times.

Yata: It's all subjects! You know that I'm no good at styding, right?

Kusanagi: Stop yalling... If you get depressed about it every time you should study harder.

Yata: I can't!

Kusanagi: Hey, Yata-chan. Study hard, or do you want to end up like Mikoto and become a "stay-at-home-king"?

Yata: Like Mikoto-san...

Yata: ...I want to be like Mikoto-san! Is it okay if I don't study?

Kusanagi: Nope. You need to study!

Yata: Ugh...

Saya: (Yata-kun is having a hard time. I wonder how bad he is in styding...)

Saya: Oh. Hello, Suoh-senpai.

Mikoto: Oh. ...So crowded today.

Totsuka: It's always like this~ So, King, how's the study going?

Mikoto: I don't know.

Totsuka: That means, King...you haven't done much. You're going to repeat the year again, aren't you?

Yata: That's right! As expected from our Mikoto-san, he's amazing!

Kusanagi: Mikoto... Sometimes I think your presence is not good for education...

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