#a perfect silhouette (izumi)

[ran-orimoto]

[ Look, you have to thank @ teclajellymon if today I have remembered to post this here, because, like always, I forgot to do it yesterday at the same Ao3 publishing time and I would have probably forgotten about it forever.

Ehm, *cough*. Today I’m offering you another future Junzumi headcanon of mine in the shape of a very stupid, silly story. The essence of the matter is that I have given them a saluki hound, ok, or better, I have given Izumi a saluki hound who will eventually becomes Junpei’s as well, to his utter joy, I guess ahahah.

Why a saluki hound? Simply because they look like Izumi, I wanted an active, sportive dog for her and, most of all, they are called the singing hounds of the wind. Honestly, my first choice had been an afghan, because her appearance would have clashed even more with Junpei’s and they are the most stylish dogs I have ever seen, no lie about this ahahha. I’ve eventually found a good compromise, though, indeed, the perfect Junzumi dog because of that definition of theirs 🤣💕.

Context: We can place this story after the seamstress one, in spring. Izumi has moved in, has started her life in Venice along with Junpei, but she left a little… Furry problem behind in Japan. ]

• Liù •

People rarely claimed a man and their beloved partner were supposed to look similar, if not identical, -hell, it would have been such a scary world, if that had been true-, whereas when it came to men and their dogs, well, it was just a different story. He had heard and, recently, he had also started seeing all sorts of things, everywhere, and they wouldn’t disappear like mirages in the mist after obstinate rubs given to the lens of his sunglasses.

Therefore, he had started doing the opposite, embracing that irreparably odd reality with open arms and…And quickly regretting his choice.

Staring for too long, with too much intensity, too much curiosity . It wasn’t that ideal when it came to middle-aged women minding passers by’s business, drawn by the beauty of their dog, which, though, -better to highlight it not twice but three times!-, would never be as charming as their own.

That was objectively a bit of a stretch , in his opinion, because that Swiffer broom obediently sitting by her side wasn’t minimally comparable to his principessa . His …No, she was Izumi’s, what was he saying? It had just been a present from him and he hadn’t even been that fully convinced about her peculiar pick back then.

Whatever, in Piazza San Marco the reciprocal introduction of two furry friends, the proud echoes of refined names soon got replaced by very sharp noises. He should have glued his orbs onto the regal four-legged figure next to him, instead of focusing on the stranger’s long silhouette, on how it extraordinarily matched her pet’s.

The pigeons peacefully pecking at crumbs of bread thrown by some tourist immediately took flight at the sound of wood colliding with resistant coconut husk. He couldn’t really blame her, but he wished she hadn’t decided to use the handle of her umbrella to punish his naive irreverence. And then , icing on the cake, a chorus of annoying yapping and more powerful, -modestly speaking-, barks predictably joined the commotion, offering a musical base to a vivacious and incomprehensible ritual of curses.

This is so lovely, He had shaken his head in pain, This is so, so, so, lovely, And it really was, taken in account he hadn’t told Izumi about what he had been up to during that week off yet.

He was aware she had been too busy with her new restaurant adventure to be interested in discovering about that, about his new favourite game in which he was no one but a gentleman strolling through the streets of Venice, along with his elegant dog he didn’t share any resemblance with.

Now that he thought about it, though, every respectable detective owned a loyal companion scampering after them. Perhaps, she would look like him if he made her wear a baggy yellow raincoat.

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“I swear, you should have seen her. She had this enormous bob hardly covering her ears and it was so bloated, like a cloud. I don’t know why, but I think she might be a high school professor, even if she was speaking in a heavy dialect. I mean, a high school professor wouldn’t speak dialect like that. Especially in that way. But ok, this isn’t the point. She-“

He unwillingly arrested that blabbing of his only when Izumi placed a hand on his forehead.

“This is where it hurts?” She asked with a worried frown, her green eyes squeezed as the tips of her fingers touched the reddened spot.

“Yeah. And it hurts so much I could pass out, eh eh,” He had never been that skilled at hiding the pleasant and soothing effect any physical contact with her would provoke in every fiber of his being. Thus, his impetuous voice calmed down completely, the waves of chocolate in his eyes turned into a quiet swinging tide, his entire body abandoned itself to the miracle of her beauty…Until the gentle, impalpable wind started throwing sharp knives against him.

“Ouch!” He whined, taking some steps backwards and opening his mouth at that sudden change of mood. It had been so unpredictable and now seemed to be mirroring the shifting sky darkening outside. Her nails were so long and neatly-trimmed, so sleek, utterly perfect from the perspective of a lucky man who could hold those soft hands and observe them in bliss. However, they could also transform into the claws of an angry feline, a feral lynx and hurt without needing her to put that much effort. “What was that for?”

“ Ma io dico,” She hissed at him, her index and its minuscule weapon still raised in the air, near to the scratch they had just teased. They both were there, resting on the thumb that had helped them gain momentum. “What were you thinking…?! I have left you alone for a week, just a single week…!”

His lips protruded in a startled perplexity, he blinked twice before her scolding expression, not sure if he would find a point in coming up with a lie. Actually, there would never be one in her presence. Any attempt to hide something from her through the art of deception would get a vain result, would be an occasion to turn into a clown. It was fine to him, though, because he didn’t like the idea of telling her a fib.

“I was looking at her dachsund,” He explained with a pure externalization of sincerity and now her turn to goggle like he had before, but with even more confusion, arrived.

“At her…Dachsund?”

“Yes, her fur was all black just like her hair and she also had a very long mouth like her face. So, I was actually looking at both the dog and the woman, but I lingered on the latter for too long because, oh boy, I couldn’t believe it,” The more he talked the more it sounded like he was chatting with himself in a comical monologue, occasionally gluing his pupils to the wall of the kitchen or, -more fitting for the core of his spirit-, to a dish full of biscuits awaiting him on a drawer. He was so certain they were doing so, at least.

“Oh,” Izumi would have liked to fade at the sight of him approaching the furniture.

“And I’m still holding onto my theory it is nothing else but some weird urban legend that got way too much attention through centuries,” Only the contours of those patient delicacies finally took him to Earth and reminded him of his interlocutor. Still, Izumi understood she would be the one having to push him even more downwards, to the firm ground.

“It’s not still clear what we are exactly talking about, but what I am sure about is that I would rather have a boyfriend singing,” She managed to pull the dish away from his reach in time. “Than one barking,” And then she put it on the floor, to his puzzlement, bewilderment, utter bafflement.

“I have risked eating dog biscuits…” The realization hit home in a jiffy like a boulder fallen on him. His gaze got lost in a world where the kitchen had melted in a general nothingness. “Izumi, I have risked eating dog biscuits!” After an instant of shock, he brought himself to repeat that by adding his usual bizarre emphasis.

“Yes, you have,” She bursted in a breeze of giggles washing over his concerned expression but surpassing it, ignored. Their gusts failed at stealing his voice and chuckles through that powerful tenor register of his. “You wouldn’t have died, don’t worry. I’ve cooked them.”

“Eh…?” Joining her on the floor, he allowed his exaggerated worry to get replaced by a mixture of skepticism and soft surprise. “You can cook dog food too? You’re-“

“Don’t say that, please!” She promptly raised a palm in front of his nose, haughtily averting her gaze on purpose to make him roast on the grill. When she was sure her steak was ready, she winked at his slightly disappointed grimace. “Or better, don’t say it yet . This is my first attempt and I don’t know if she will like it. I’ve added some slices of strawberries here and there in the mixture because she adores them. Hm…” He instantly shrieked when Izumi reached out to put one of those biscuits in her mouth. Got so close to passing out when she picked another one and offered it to him, seriously proposing him to jump into her absurd sommelier experience. “Here. Taste it and tell me what you think. Is it wet or dry, in your opinion?”

“I-Izumi…! Don’t eat that stuff, c’mon,” He slipped on his backside far from her, near to biting his nails. If he had been a cat, his fur would have been rippled from his head to the tip of his tail. Observing that scene through a more entertained filter, he had to admit their interactions were really reminding him of the ones of a cat and a dog: weirdly, he was being the most reluctant, if not the most repulsed between them, whereas Izumi was the joyful dog…Doing certain kind of stuff without a care in the world.

“Aren’t you the one always telling people, My girlfriend is the most brilliant cook in the world. I would eat anything prepared by her: even, - guess,what-, dog food ?”

“I-I,” He didn’t know if he was stuttering because of her impeccable imitation of his gestures and tone or because it wasn’t her spinning fantasy that was speaking. Yes, he had, he seriously had: naively believing they would never turn up against him, he had pronounced those exact words in his confessions of endless love for her cooking. He had so many times, thousand and more. “Okay…I guess you won. There’s nothing I can do,” He sighed in defeat and extended his arm to her complacent smirk and the snack she was swinging back and forth. Next time he would have to be more careful about his hyperbolic compliments in her regards, -hyperbolic ones to the rest of the world but absolutely realistic to him-. “And after this”, He gave an uncertain glance at her before grabbing it. “Can I be the one calling her after this?”

“Hm, why not ? You two need to bond and I need to bond more with her too, after having…Abandoned her at Mamma’s and Papà’s for months…”

He knew she was still coping with persuading herself that had been the best choice she could ever do for her sake. He had tried reassuring her Liù would have suffered from a more drastic detachment from her usual life, if she had moved in at the same time Izumi had. She would have had lot of trouble adjusting without them around, spending her days alone in an unknown apartment while Izumi was too absorbed in finding her own place in the world of Venice, and he was drowning in rehearsals. It would have been kinda egoistical from their part, so Izumi’s parents had convinced her to leave Liù with them for a while, until they were ready to give her the house and family she really deserved. Now Izumi might be busy with the first weeks of her newborn restaurant, but she wasn’t fretting and rushing any more and could count on Junpei’s support, on the fact he was just at the beginning of another of his adventures at la Fenice theatre.

“Hey,” He chirped a bit too abruptly but with the sweetest intention to cheer her mood up, unnoticed. “Can I do it, now? Like, now, now, now?”

“What are you talking about?” She giggled as he got so close she risked to fall backwards.

“Can I call her now?”

“Oh, that ,” Her precarious pose propped up on an elbow, she pretended to be wanting to slither away from his grip. “Okay, but you need to follow my instructions,” She sneezed at some locks falling on her forehead as he brought her closer with an effortless pulling of his biceps.

“I don’t need those, Izumi. I have got my own method,” Once ensured she was safely sitting upright, he grinned at her sending a shivering hunch down her spine. “Look. No, listen, listen.”

“Junpei, I’m not…” She petrified with her hand opening and closing in the tense silence he created. She was blatantly aware about what was about to happen, but she found herself stuck before the view of a familiar routine of actions, with the exception of that scary ending phase in which he sent his hands next to the corners of his mouth, well splayed.

Oh no…

“Jun-!”

“Liù? Liù?” Junpei improvised a silly melody she thanked Heavens it wasn’t being chanted in his usual rumbling projection.

“Junpei…!”

“Liù, don’t you want your pappa? Liù ? Where is the bimba? The sweetest bimba ? Liù-Chan?”

His grin didn’t vanish under the might of her irritation. He only hopped on the spot, all of a sudden, having got startled by the glasses of the window being shaken by the howling mistral. To think it was almost spring!

“Liù hates noises and, most of all, hates noisy people,” Not stunned due to his loud song in the slightest, he could easily tell she wanted to slap him. Yet, some unknown force he thanked from the depths of his heart kept her from doing that. “She’s a lady and she needs to be treated as such. Are you listening to me? This is a serious matter.”

“I know it is, but I don’t think she hates noisy people that much,” He dared to shrug and the naughty shimmer challenging her anger gradually tiptoed to his right, accelerating when it felt it was being chased by her glare.

Izumi emitted a gasp, “But…Liù…!”

Silently, on her slender legs, Liù had stepped into the kitchen and closer to the dish. Scompering in that skinny body of hers, structured like a sleek curve culminating in the slope of a luscious tail, she had approached them ,unnoticed, and had sat down in front of the two humans like a well-mannered medieval damsel. Now she was obediently staring at them from her statuesque pose, blatantly trying holding her excitement in her bony bosom but being betrayed by her dashing heartbeat, which was making her ribs expand and contract; by her blonde ears; by her humid nose unstoppably sniffing in the relatively new environment.

In Junpei’s opinion, Liù was the most perfect specimen of female saluki existing in the world, -and also the first one he had ever seen-.

“Maybe she hates people not singing well, I guess?” He sniggered with too much confidence and Izumi gave him a harsh nudge right under his sternum.

“Have you already done this in the past?”

“Of course, I have,” He took a while to recover from the pain she had provoked him, but managed to reply her sooner than both had expected. “I know you had said I needed to learn one thing or two before starting feeding her. And I also remember you had told me she has got her own schedule, but, I mean, Izumi, I was sitting at the table, eating my pasta ai piselli and she was there, looking at me with those deer eyes… What kind of cold-hearted man would do something similar?”

“You fed her with pasta ai piselli ?! “His pupils almost got out of his orbits, noticing the futher point her more vicious elbow was going to take off from.

“No, of course, I haven’t! I searched for her food bags and I poured some food in her bowl. My pasta ai piselli was so full of water, my peas were soaking in a puddle. How could I give her that without making a mess?”

“Do you realize you are implying you would have given my dog pasta ai piselli if you had been a decent cook? !”

He would have started fiddling with his thumbs like a scolded kid, if Liù hadn’t tried catching their attention with a bark, as timid as a polite woman forcing a cough to make someone turn to her.

“You’re right, bimba,” He cracked a large smile at her. Then, he unfolded his stiff legs and clumsily crouched up to talk to the animal at her same height level. “You can eat. Buon appetito .”

“No, she can’t eat yet!” She gave a slap on his broad shoulder, but she eventually gave one onto her forehead as well, a bit disconsolate. At his jovial command, the saluki had gladly plunged her muzzle in her biscuits and she hadn’t been able to do anything about it. “She was supposed to stay. That is useful to teach her how to control impulses.”

“If you ask me, it’s so cruel,” He put his tongue on display, standing up to let the dog have her own meal in peace. She got back on her feet too after having thrown the snack she had been holding into the dish. “Wouldn’t you feel tortured if I told you to sit still in front of a dish of spaghetti alla San Giovanna ? My poor bimba !”

“I-“ What kind of conversation was even that?

“Imagine,” He insisted, dropping a whole jar of theatricality on his tongue, each finger of his flying up and down in an undulating choreography. “The smell of olives and tomato sauce spreading in your nostrils…”

“Oh, let me imagine…” She closed her orbs, mocking his silly game by making him believe she was actually thinking over it. By the time she opened them, he had already disappeared behind her, fumbling with her skein of spikes. “That’s what I already do as a cook. I can’t eat what I prepare. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do…” He mumbled, pensive, caressing her strands in awe, as if he was contemplating some prestigious manufacture sewn by a God. “You know, I think I will get used to this dog owner life, after all. Maybe a maltese dog would have been boring.”

“Oh please…” Her eyelid twitched at the mere memory from the year before, from back when he had announced he wanted to give her a candid ball of fur as birthday gift. She had acted promptly, had taken the reins of the situation by herself by dragging him into an adventure on her motorbike, without revealing him where they were going. From Naples to Pisa, Junpei had let her take him to that mysterious destination up through the peninsula, though he had just come from an exhausting train journey. “Don’t remind me of that ,” She playfully begged and pinched his puffy cheeks peeping out from her golden curtain.

“I know, I know. Besides, a maltese wouldn’t have looked like me, either. So it would have been the same thing. At least, though, when I take Liù out for a stroll,” He gently let some precious threads slip on the back of hs hand and pushed them forward, at the sides of her smooth neck, down her shoulders. “It’s a bit like if I’m going out with another beautiful blonde lady,” At the beginning, he had just intended to play with her, tenderly highlight about how keeping her hair like that, like a frame of gilded waves, would really make her look like a long-eared dog. Afterwards, however, after some seconds spent holding that silky fabric, he had fallen in love with its enchantment and , now hypnotized, he couldn’t just help indulging in his joke. He kept on going on and on, even in a more affectionate way when a cloud passed by her relaxed contentment. She should have been smiling , in his opinion: Liù had greatly appreciated her hand-made biscuits, hadn’t showed any sign of resentment towards her once more. What was she still tormenting herself over? It seemed like if she was fighting against so many forces coming to attack her in unison and he felt the urge to shine over her again.

“Hey, Izumi, do you want to hear a funny thing?”

“It’s not an offence, but you always say funny things. Otherwise you wouldn’t be Junpei, wouldn’t you?”

“But this is truly funny. Funnier than usual, if you prefer putting it like that!”

He tossed her tresses off his head and marched back to Liù, his lumbering steps sounding lighter despite the clumsy landing of his hops.

The dog had just finished eating her breakfast and was calmly cleaning her coat with her tongue. She didn’t seem bothered by the two humans barging into her quiet morning for a second time. Indeed, judging by the shy hints of a swishing tail, she was actually happy to see them again on a full belly.

“Liù, Liù, Liù, la bambina mia che sei tu ,” Junpei’s unique call made her stand on alert with excitement. Rhythmic claps and tappings against the tiles of the floor contributed to elicit even more trepidation in her active muscles. She didn’t take too long before beginning doing the same with her paws, the butterfly-shaped metallic medal of her collar dangling and jingling in the flow of her dance.

Once the right mood had been set, once he was certain Liù would follow him wherever he would go, he beckoned to the saluki to head for the living room. In the contagious heat of the fragment, he bumped into an agape Izumi who was witnessing the exchange between the man and the dog with incredulity.

“No, don’t tell me it is what I think it is,” Stuck in a frozen loop at the door of the kitchen, Junpei took advantage of that absent state of hers to involve her in a fleeting, improvised dance, her limp arms obeying to his eccentric desire, her hands falling in his without resistance and her hips spinning along with his like if they were a couple pirouetting in a carillon.

“No, like I said, it’s much, much better than whatever you think it might be.”

“I don’t think so. At all,” She told him straight into his sunny eyes in a firm whisper. “Your neighbors know well who she belongs to. They won’t come yelling at you if they hear her doing that .”

“Oh, so you know she can do that,” He wasn’t surprised in the least, but it was nice to make her blush in embarrassment once in a while, turn the tables for the life-span of an afternoon nap. “All those stories about her being a proper lady…About her not liking loud people!”

“H-Hey,” She wiggled, oscillated, opened and closed her legs, raised her fists: whatever it took to escape from his tickling trap. “ Being a lady and loving singing are two interconnected qualities. They are not enemies. As far as concerns about those loud people, instead…”

“Instead…?” He prompted, his fingers flitting around her, ready for another round.

“Your opera singing is loud, but it’s a nice loud. I’ll give you that, ok ? And a dog named after the main character of Puccini’s Madama Butterfly can’t be immune to it, I guess,” He saw her nervously cracking a grin at Liù who had hopped on the sofa and was resting on a pillow. Waiting .

“Hey!” Without prior warning, he let her go to her displeasure, no matter if his tickling was more than unbearable. That would be, -to use his own words-, much better than whatever he wanted to do, sitting at his piano and lifting the fallboard with a thud. “You don’t really want to play piano right now, at eight in the morning?!”

“Of course, I want to. I’m not supposed to make a proper lady wait, am I not?” Liù had apparently got used to that term, to the many occasions she had acknowledged humans would look at her while pronouncing it. Therefore, feeling like Junpei had just called her into question, she abandoned the comforts of her pillow and reached him. She licked his hand and gladly accepted the caresses coming in response. Then, on her haunches, she put her paws on black wood and stared at him in fibrillating expectation. “Eh eh, may I introduce you to my new soprano partner? She’s also the Great Detective Shibayama’s assistant, though, mind you! Let’s say this is just the lamest side of our life as ordinary citizens.”

”Ah…Don’t use my instructions howsoever you please, Junpei Shibayama. Honestly…” At the first row of notes propagating in the hall, she sat on the sofa and aimed the bud of a glad smile at the window.

In her soul, she was just so happy he had come to quickly find out it had never been a matter of superficial likeness.

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Italian notes:

Principessa: princess

Ma io dico: literally, it means “But I say…”. Still it is just some form of interaction to express disbelief (in a negative way).

Pappa: It’s a terms we use while speaking to babies and animals. It means food, technically.

Bimba and bambina: synonym for “little girl” but we use them in affectionate contexts as well. It’s a bit like “baby” I guess. I became affectionate to bimba thanks to italian dub of Lady and the Tramp. It did stick with me in the sweetest way as possible.

Pasta ai piselli: It’s pasta and peas ahaha

Spaghetti alla San Giovanna: In my family it has always been spaghetti, tomato sauce and olives. Such has to remain to them, please.

Liù, Liù, la bambina mia che sei tu: Liù, Liù, the baby you are to me. Our structures are really not that easy to translate in english sometimes? We can be free in the order of our words, in our dispositio verborum, so we it’s not always easy to translate everything. Yet, it’s just supposed to be one of those silly tunes you sing to your dog.

[entrancingmyth]

🖤) i know your top ult romo ccs but who would you say are your top ult familial ccs?

🖤) if you were put on death row what would your perfect final meal be. "fake food" and things you can't eat count if it calls for it!

🖤) are there any plushies / figures / merch items on your priority wishlist !! also do you have images of any bc i'd love to see them

ilyyy >w< i'm not very good at these kinds of questions but i hope they're enough anyway

Nanako Dojima, Tsumugi Inuzuka, Hirotsu + Fukuzawa, Alfred Pennyworth, Mademoiselle, Hayato Kawajiri, Fink + TKO, Minami + Silhouette???? All of those are very significant family figures for me.

I have no idea bc my food desires change so much but probably a burger and lobster or crab..... maybe other things idk. A good strawberry lemonade + a dr pepper.

Right now I really want the 15!skk noodle stoppers, the miku cinnamoroll + milk figure that's not out yet, aven nendroid also not out yet, and Izumi nendroid

[ironicxblue]

I’ll show you a perfect silhouette  

semi-selective indie Sena Izumi writing in the !! era.

looking for fellow EnStars roleplayers for plenty of shenanigans and angst. oc friendly. 18+ only.

modelled by Rosina

rules | mun | ask

[vampacidic]

the narratives have. enough moving parts that are different enough that there's no possible way to get all the nuance enstars has into undertale.... since part of the point is chara is just a little bit fucked up (as kids are). and like. god i don't think there's a character in like any media that has the same narrative role as sans. because the point is you think of him as kinda There but then in genocide you're like obhhhhh he's a little bit fucked up actually (but only because i have been fucked up). like i Guess the closest is fucking keito but these two bitches do not have the same vibes. whatsoever. i think keito would kill me if he saw this

waves my hands. regardless this is more of an au for fun. someone (me) has to stop trying to make aus perfect (impossible, subjective). it means i'm playing around with character rolls a lot..... having fun with monster designs. bc undertale has such a vast variety (skeletons and ghosts to Anime Plane and Buff SeaHorse) you can kinda just do whatever........

anyway this is to say i have suchhhh a respect for tobyfox's work... his designs are simplistic yet get the point across. esp with just the 8bit black/white colors for fights (sans a few colors for emphasis here and there). like my art is always Cram so much fucking detail in there that seeing just. simple designs is so nice... (like the dog amalgamate stands out particularly. because it's such a masterful design....wonky shaped legs you realize are dog silhouettes. amazing) does make it hard to draw. bc i have to pull up 8 references. but it's sooo masterful

anyway. for character i have 2 aus: 'i want to shove these two in a box and shake them around and give them radioactivity and see what happens' vs 'similar narrative role, would work together well'. option 1 involves sticking wataru and metaton in a room together (bad idea). and tsumugi and alphys (incredibly funny idea). and midori with napstablook + vegetoid + burgerpants (literally no idea what would happen. either good or bad. give it 50/50). and izumi with tsunderplane (funny) + shinobu with froggit (frog :) )

for option 2. see i loooove war era bullshit as we all know (rei girlie) so i think. eccentric s amalgamates.... tsumugi/alphys even works with this one. it's great. see if you do that. snowdrake gets to be ritsu and i get to stick in that dialogue about how ritsu has had angst 'since his brother left'. see isn't that great. you could have so much fun with Fucked Up guys too. it's so much fun i looove eccentric angst

but see you could also potentially go eccentrics as the past fallen humans too...... many thoughts. especially in the neutral ending. how they play with the motifs for the past humans.... shrugs my little shoulders. if you go the human route then i guess that makes wataru frisk. sn incredibly funny concept. worst fucking guy ever shows up in the ruins

and with this i ammmm thinking about the symbolism in enstars for monster designs... snake ibara + bird tsumugi etc. you know the works. god you can tell i'm autistic i need to sleep

furiously trying to figure out. enstars undertale however i must first learn to draw monsters beyond anime girl with dog ears......

[awesomeuchuu]

@kinakokona​

“Kabedon” Tenn -> Sena

“...”

How had he ended up in this situation? It was so lame? For starters, him and Tenn were about the same height! He was making a fool of himself, didn’t he realize that?

And then there was the matter with personal space and all. 

“What? Will you step back already?”

[bubblegumbi0tch]

The Workout

Trainer iwa x reader

Why do you continue to do this to yourself?" Your best friend asked from beside you.

"What do you mean? I'm going to the gym." You said, laughing as she pulled up to your gym.

"Yeah exactly, we could be getting ready to go out right now, you know?" She said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You mean we could be getting all dressed up to go out with your boyfriend while I'll awkwardly be the third wheel?" You corrected, opening the car door.

"You make a fair point." She laughed. "Besides, I think I know why you come here now." She said, looking out her windscreen.

"And why is that?" You said, hopping out of the car but bending down so you could still talk to her.

"Him." She stated, pointing at the man in the doorway of the gym.

"Oh yeah, that's my trainer, Iwaizumi." You winked at her before shutting the door and walking over to him.

You greeted  

 and went inside to put your stuff away before going into the weights room to see Iwaizumi.

"I thought you weren't going to show up; it's almost eight," Iwaizumi said as you walked over to him.

"I was debating whether or not to show up. My friend was tempting me with a night out of drinking instead of a night of aching muscles." You laughed while drinking some water. "And you chose me. I'm touched, Y/N." Iwaizumi said, smiling wide, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I'm just hoping you can go easy on me tonight." You replied. "Not exactly; we're going to do a more intense workout tonight." He said, moving closer to you.

"Yay." You sighed, pushing him back and heading towards the pull-up bars.

You and Iwaizumi worked out for about 80 minutes when you finally decided that you needed a break.

"Why are you stopping?" Iwaizumi said, catching his breath.

"You weren't joking when you said this was going to be more intense than our other sessions Iwaizumi." 

You said, collapsing onto the ground. Iwaizumi just stared and snickered at you. "You're mean Iwaizumi, I don't think I can move." You breathed, looking at the ceiling.

"Here." Iwaizumi said, sitting beside you to give you some water. "Tonight's workout wasn't even that intense. It's like a walk in the park." He said, suddenly making you choke on your water.

"Are you insane a walk in the park?" You asked, shocked. "Not even Satan wouldn't have made me do anything that you've made me do tonight." You said, grabbing onto Iwaizumi's shoulder.

"That's a tiny overreaction (y/n)." Iwaizumi laughed, following you out of the room.

"No, you're wrong. I'm one thousand percent certain that right now I'm a ghost, and my corpse is back in there." You said, pointing to the room, trying to conceal your smile.

"Oh really (y/n)?" He asked as you stood outside the women's changing rooms. You nodded, and he shook his head. "So I take it we're done for tonight." He said as he looked around the empty gym.

You two usually worked out late when the gym was basically empty, you didn't like to work out in front of many people, and he preferred to just focus on you.

"Don't expect to see me for a month; I need to relax." You laughed, opening the changing room door.

"Good. That means no more late nights." Iwaizumi laughed; you pushed him slightly, not finding his joke funny. "Are you going to belong? I have to lock up." Izumi smiled sweetly at you.

"I'm going to take my time ok. I need to wash all this sweat off me".You said, smiling sweetly back at him.

"I happen to think it looks great on you." Iwazumisaid winking. "You're the only one that gets to see me like this." You said, winking back before going into the changing room.

Once you grabbed your bag from your locker, you undressed and put a towel around your body. You headed to the shower, making sure it was warm enough for you.

All you wanted to do was have a bath when you get home, but you couldn't wait that long feeling as gross as you do.

While you were in the shower, Iwazumi went back into the room you two were working out in. He packed some things away and noticed your sports jacket that you took off because you were too hot.

He picked it up so he could give it to you when your phone fell out of the pocket, the screen lit up, and a message from your best friend appeared. Actually, a few did.

F/N: Hey, what time are you finishing? Do you want me to pick you up?

F/N: I'm assuming by your lack of response, you're still working out.

F/N: Or is handsome taking you home? God, he's gorgeous.

F/N: Your workout can't be keeping you this busy.

F/N: Or is he keeping you busy?

F/N: Are you two doing it? You can tell me. You know I won't judge; you know sex is classed as work out.

F/N: You're a terrible friend for not replying. I'm just going to have to assume you're banging him. Call me later. I want some details later.

Iwaizumi laughed to himself after briefly looking at the messages and decided to go and give it to you.

He knocked on the changing room door and didn't get a reply, so he just assumed you were either changing or in the shower; he quietly opened the door and walked into the room.

He saw your bag lying out with your workout clothes next to it and placed your phone on them. As he went to leave, he heard you singing softly in the shower.

"You know (y/n) I like the song when the actual artist sings it," Iwaizumi said, startling you. 

"Iwaizumi, what the hell are you doing?" You shouted, looking around.

"Don't worry, I'm not staring (y/n)." He said, calming you slightly, not that it helped in any way.

"I meant what the hell are you doing in here." You said sternly.

"I was giving you your phone." He stated. "Do you want a lift home?" He asked out of the blue.

"Yes, please, after I've gotten dressed." You said as you started to turn the shower off.

"Clothing isn't optional." He said, and you could practically see his smirk.

"I'll follow your lead." You said, smirking to yourself as you grabbed the towel. You didn't hear Iwaizumi's reply, but you did hear some shuffling.

A few moments later, you saw a silhouette come through the steamed room.

"Iwaizumi, what are you doing?" You asked, walking towards him. You both stopped a few centimeters from each other, and Iwaizumi lifted his hand, turning the shower on.

Having a shower." He stated obviously.

"But I-Iwaizumi, this is the women's locker room." You said, trying to keep your eyes on him and nowhere else.

"You're the only woman in here, and you don't seem to mind." He said, whispering. You stared at him, trying to decide what to do. "Your towel is wet. You should probably get a clean one." He said lowly. You nodded in agreement and went to walk around him. "Later, though." He said, pulling you towards him.

You’re lips crashed in an instant; you didn't know whether to kiss back or pull away. No warnings were going off in your head, so you kissed him back. Your hands went to his neck, one of his went to your back, the other your front when he untied the towel from your body, letting it fall to the floor.

You both pulled away, staring at each other with intensity. You moved forward, putting your hands back around his neck, pulling him to your level where you kissed him. One of his went to the back of your head, the other your ass as he squeezed roughly.

Iwaizumi smacked your ass, making you moan, giving his tongue a perfect chance to explore your mouth.

You stayed like this for a while, your wet naked bodies tangled up, hair sticking everywhere, tongues battling for dominance, hands now wondering every inch of each other. You loved every second, and so was he.

Both of Iwaizumi 's hands found their way to your ass as he squeezed tightly; you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, one hand in his hair, the other on his face as you pulled him close into the kiss.

He spun you around so your back was against the wall; his kisses moved to your jaw and neck as he made his way to your breast.

He pulled the nipple with his teeth before sucking on it. He removed his mouth and blew gently; the feeling of the cool air on your erect numb felt terrific against the steam-filled room. He did this to your other nipple, then all over your torso. Sucking on the skin then blowing.

His face was level with yours once again, and you continued to kiss some more.

Izumi's hands still rested on your plump ass; he moved one hand under you. So he could access where you needed him; he played with your clit first, rubbing it gently before taking two fingers and entering them inside you.

You moaned, pulling away from his lips and arching your back as he continued to move in and out of your core; your legs tightened around his waist, and he moved his other hand to the wall beside you while he continued with his other hand.

You were close, the warm feeling starting up in your stomach, but you knew you weren't there yet. Iwaizumi then added another finger, going even harder and deeper, showing no sign of slowing down.

His movements were destroying you, but he wasn't done as he started to rub his calloused thumb against your clit, determination, and lust in his eyes as he stared deeply into yours.

"Iwaizumi ." You moaned, getting closer. His moves were now quickening. "Iwaizumi !" You moaned even louder, his actions getting deeper. "Iwa-oh my god!" You screamed, shuddering beneath him.

He held you tight, still keeping his fingers within you as you rode out your high; your mouth was open as he started to pepper kisses all over your face.

"Woah." You said, catching your breath looking at him.

"We're not done yet (y/n); this is part of your workout." He said, taking his fingers out of you and putting them in his mouth. He tasted you, his eyes still on you; he slowly took his fingers out of his mouth and pulled you into a deep kiss, it was gentler, but you could still feel the need in it.

He removed his hand from the back of your head and put it under you, this time grabbing his rigid member and rubbing the tip against you. He looked at you for reassurance as you nodded your head, and he slowly entered you; you started to sink down on him, so you were meeting him halfway.

Iwaizumi stilled, waiting for you to adjust; when you had, he placed one hand on your back, the other on the wall beside your head and pulled back, slowly moving around in.

He kept at this pace for a while until you started to moan; he then moved faster, moaning as well.

Your moans got louder as his hips snapped faster, going deeper.

Iwaizumi moved you from the wall, carefully placing you onto the floor as he filled you again;. However, the ground was slippery; it didn't seem to bother him as he began pounding into you again.

He found your g-spot and decided to not leave it as he continued at the same pace and depth, being sure to hit it every time.

As he continued this, your moans turned to screams that then became deep breaths as you could no longer make a noise.

Your back arched, and Iwaizumi moved down to put your nipple in his mouth once again. You pulled on his hair as one of his hands moved between you both so he could rub your clit.

He hit deeper and deeper, and you were starting to feel your second orgasm of the night.

With each hit came a new feeling of euphoria. You started to clench around him; your nails found his back making sure to mark it as he continued to pleasure you.

Iwaizumi lifted his head from your breast, and he captured your lips in his silencing you as you came; soon after you came, he came as well, slowing his movements but not completely stopping, not until your breathing was restored.

When you both could breathe adequately, Iwaizumi got up and helped you up too. You both stood under the shower and cleaned yourselves up. Iwaizumi turned to help you because you were sore, then he guided you over to your clothes.

You got changed into some clean joggers and a hoodie, and he changed into what he was wearing earlier.

"That was some workout." You said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah." Iwaizumi chuckled, staring at you. "We could do that instead if you want to." He suggested walking over to you so he could help tie your shoes.

"It's way better than what you had me doing earlier." You laughed as you filled your bag.

"Tell me about it." He said, getting up from tying your shoe. "Do you still need a lift home?" He asked.

"Yes, please." You smiled. He smiled back, placing an arm over your shoulder as you both walked out of the changing room.

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[emilycollins00]

omg it's now open!! can i ask for the tenma and izumi's sister street act pretty please? hehe uwu thank you very much!

Wish I could hug you so bad love, I’m so sorry this one took so long!

I’ll be honest, I had for a long time an idea but I just wasn’t feeling it, didn’t like it. So I waited to get some other ideas and honestly I’m much happier with this version! Hope you like it too.

Note this is another short of the Izumi’s sister!reader Series. I know for sure it will be a mess if I start to link each previous post, so I will put the link to my Masterlist HERE and if anyone wants, you can look for the previous parts there.

Once again, thank you so much for your patience 💕 Please enjoy! 

Izumi’s little sister! Reader. Pt. 4. Street act and thoughts

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“Wait, you mean THAT'S why everyone keeps Masumi from talking to me?”

Izumi laughed awkwardly inside her coat, small clouds coming out of her mouth due to the cold. “It's fine, Y/N. He’s a good kid and most of the time it only gets a bit weird.”

“Most of the time?”

“Anyway!" Izumi clapped her hands and looked at you with a big grin. "I'm so excited you are staying tonight. We should have done this sooner!"

You raised your eyebrows. It was as clear as day she was trying to get out of the conversation. Sighing, you decided to humor her and let it aside for now. “Are you sure it’s fine though? You said the winter troupe was rehearsing for the upcoming perf-”

“Of course it’s fine! Everyone was delighted when I told them you were coming,” she insisted as you both crossed the Veludo district. “Besides, thanks to you we’ll even get to have curry sooner than I counted for!" as she lifted some bags, you couldn’t help but laugh at her expression.

“You look more excited about the spices and ingredients I brought than me staying over, you know”

“Hey! Not true" Izumi pushed you lightly with her hips, making stumble and giggle. You had been sceptic, but it felt nice having some sibling quality-time with your sister again.

A few minutes later, you two finally arrived at the dorm’s entrance. Izumi took out the key to enter when someone slammed the door so loud you even let out a shrill screech.

“Yes! Yes, I am deeply sorry!” you blinked with a mixture of worry and wonder at the manager of Mankai talking on the phone feeling a deja vu. How could someone bow so fast while moving around? “Of course! Yes, I'm already on my way!"

“Matsukawa-san?!” Izumi called out worriedly, but he was already out of her reach. The man did seem to hear her though, turning slightly but not stopping.

“Everything’s fine, director! Please don’t worry, I’ll make sure…!”

Neither of you got to hear the end of the sentence, the silhouette of the man getting smaller and smaller. You saw your sister looking at the distance with a tired expression “You don’t look surprised”

Izumi shook her head at your comment, pulling the door knock and allowing you to enter “If I had to question everything that happens around here I... Anyway, let's-“

“Here comes the tour guide! Here comes so don’t move another step!”

She pressed the bridge of her nose.

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“Ah, welcome back you two,” you heard Omi’s voice coming from the kitchen as Izumi opened the lounge door with you behind. “You arrived just in time. I’m finishing some scones.”

“Omi-kun, did Matsukawa-san say…”

“Y/N-pi!” Kazunari’s voice vibrated from the living room’s couches. “Come here, we missed you! I’m sure you’re looking as bomb as always though!”

“Took you long enough, Wild Currian Performer.”

Tenma turned to you as well to talk but stopped halfway. “What the hell.”

Looking up, you were thinking the same. Kamekichi had yet to move from your head “Uh, thank you for… bringing me inside.”

The bird flapped its wings vigorously. “Of course, took you long enough! I am the tour guide!” after that, he took fly and left.

You stared at the hallway visibly confused. What was up with this dorm.

“Wait, was he waiting at the entrance all this time?” a blond man with a phone frowned from the couch. “No wonder I couldn’t find him to bring me- shit, advertisements,” he groaned, glancing at you and then turning his attention back to the screen. “Anyway, nice to meet you in person, Y/N-san. Although Citron and Sakuya talk so much about you I feel like I was there the first time.”

“Uh… thanks?”

As if summoned, the spring leader popped his head into the room “I heard the door, did- Y/N-san! Welcome back, I’m so happy you could come to visit us again!”

You smiled at the boy.

“Okay everyone, help yourselves, there’s more if you want.” Omi walked towards the table and left the plate of scones in the middle, allowing everyone to grab a piece.

You took one, humming delightedly at the sweet flavor. The autumn member chuckled “Would you like anything special for tonight’s dinner, Y/N?”

“Ah, we already covered that, Omi-kun! Y/N brought spices from home, this curry will feel so nostalgic!”

All the actors in the room flinched.

“I see…”

“F in the chat. Why am I not surprised” Itaru mused to himself.

“I-I am sure it’s really good…!”

“You two really are family uh…no, wait!” Tenma shook his head. “Forget about curry!”

“Hey! What’s with everyone dissing curry?” you frowned as you cleaned the rest of the crumbs from the scone, raising your eyes to everyone in the room.

“That’s not what I mean” he rubbed his forehead. You and director were too alike. At your confused stare, he pointed at you indignant “You owe me a street act, remember?”

“Ah, that!” taking another scone and biting it, you nodded. You hadn’t really done street acts before, but you would lie if you said you weren’t interested. “Sure, if you still want?”

“You bet I do.”

He had heard Taichi and Juza commenting on your acting during that autumn rehearsal too- there was no way he would pass the opportunity to test it himself.

“U-um!” Sakuya stood up, his eyes shining “If you are going out to do a street act, I’d like to join too!”

You tilted your head at the boy, curious why he seemed so eager. Didn’t they usually do acts outside?

“All right then, let’s do this.”

Tenma smirked walking towards the door, looking somewhat excited too. Well, they wouldn’t be living in a theatre dorm if they didn’t enjoy acting after all, you concluded shrugging it off.

“GG guys.”

“Tenten, do your best!”

“Yeah, try not to embarrass yourself, hack.”

“What does that mean?!”

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By the time you all three walked out of the dorm, jackets and everything on, the sun had started to set up. You shivered. Maybe you should have brought more clothes.

“Was the winter troupe in rehearsals?” you turned to the troupe leaders walking alongside you “Izumi told me they are doing a mystery play of some kind.”

“Yeah, Hisoka-san is the lead and whenever he’s not sleeping he’s pretty good… so they’ve been going all out.”

Sakuya agreed at Tenma’s statement “I’m excited to see them perform!”

As you all continued sharing some light talk, you arrived at Veludo. Looking around, one could see winter was almost there. There weren’t many kids around, just adults and teens returning home walking faster than usual given the time and cold weather.

A bit later, you finally decided to stop on a roundabout next to a fountain to perform.

“What do you guys usually do?”

“We normally just pick a theme and go along with it!” the spring member answered smiling while Tenma stretched. “Do you have anything you’d like to do, Y/N-san?”

You looked around humming. You weren’t usually given the freedom to choose so nothing really came to mind except… “How about doing something similar to the winter troupe? There are not many people around, but maybe we can engage them.”

Sakuya might as well have started jumping.

“A winter-like street act sounds perfect! I don’t think I’ve ever done something similar to what they do. What do you think, Tenma-kun?”

“Not bad. Let’s go with mystery for our theme.”

“Wait, I know I just said that but if the point of a mystery is to solve it, shouldn’t we plan how to-”

Ignoring you, Tenma walked to the middle of the road and turned to you and Sakuya knowingly. His eyes shone with expectations.

You frowned confused still. None of you hadn’t decided anything, was he really-

“You can’t be serious!” Tenma’s tone of voice changed, cutting through the somewhat calm street like a knife. You also noticed his whole demeanour turning hostile, making people look his way. "I have better things to do than wait here to be murdered!”

Even faster than you had anticipated, Sakuya ran to him. "P-please wait, uncle Miles! I won’t move from here until I know who killed my brother. I’m sure the detective must have a reason for having us stay here!"

“Oh?”

“What’s this, a play?”

“Hey, these guys are from Mankai!”

As expected, people stopped noticing the performance.

You felt a thrill in your stomach, engines already turning inside your head. So you had indirectly gotten the part of the detective and therefore in charge of being the one to solve it uh.

Walking slowly, building anticipation, you placed yourself in front of them, blocking out the noise.

Tenma and Sakuya were awaiting, as well as the crowd surrounding you now and it was a strange feeling, if you were honest. Who knew what their next sentences would be after you spoke? You had no idea what could happen, and somehow, that made you smile. This really was a street act.

And so, you chuckled dryly but with elegance “I can assure you, gentlemen, this won't be a problem.”

She’s good. "HA!” Tenma crossed his arms, looking grim “Bet this is just another plot, typical of Marshall and his-”

“Uncle, please!”

And so, it began.

You didn’t notice how long you had this push and pull of allegories, fake names or places. At this point you were just a detective in charge of solving the death of Marshall Jones, a fraud who had been the successor of the Jones Industries.

...And that the biggest suspects were the two people in front of you; his younger brother, William Jones and their uncle, Mr Miles.

“This is stupid, I have men working for me on the government! They will turn a blind eye if I command it I-!”

“Just tell us who did it! I need to know who killed Marshall!” Sakuya trembled anxiously.

You just nodded calmly at both of them “You are right. This has taken too long and I apologize for it.”

Tenma and Sakuya both held their breaths. Acting with you was being a mental workout to keep up, but none of them could dismiss the thrill that came with it.

“However, I feel like I shouldn’t be the only one apologizing. Isn’t that right, Marshall?”

‘What?’

Confused, Tenma followed your pointing finger towards the crowd, and Sakuya almost let a gasp when a shadow made his way towards them. The crowd whispered furiously at the sudden change of flow of the act.

‘M-Misumi-san?!’

‘Since when was he there?!’

While they stared at the summer member, Misumi didn’t look that surprised, to which you inwardly breathed in relief.

Everyone’s eyes laid on him, his attitude perfect for the act, gloomy and mysterious.

Nothing like the happy young man who had wanted to show you triangles the first time you met "I was wondering if you would call out for me at some point, detective."

"Thought I would let you enjoy yourself for a while" you shrugged, and Misumi laughed huskily at your comment.

“Thank you for taking the job.”

“Yeah, yeah. Next time just try to not hide in such a melodramatic way.”

“B-brother? Is that really you…?" Sakuya walked slowly to Misumi, almost making it look like he was about to break into a cry.

Tenma took advantage of the situation to step in. He wasn’t about lose there "Y-you were supposed to be dead! I made sure of-!" he stopped half-way, covering his mouth. "Shit."

“Turns out you should have stayed in the room to check the works of the poison, Mr. Miles.” you made it look like you pulled two sets of handcuffs “As tender as this familiar reunion after death might be, I'm afraid you will have to accompany me. You are both been placed on a charge of murder… and inflicted fraud.”

And scene.

A few seconds passed and you swallowed. Had this been too much?

As soon as the first stupor faded, the now quite big surrounding crowd erupted in applause.

“T-that was amazing!”

“Wait, what?!”

“Didn't think another actor would be hiding!”

“That was Mankai, right? Wanna check their next performance?”

After thanking the audience, you hurried to the boy with a triangular earring, embarrassment running through you, noticing now what you had done. “I-I’m sorry for pulling you in! My body moved on its own and when I saw you…”

Tenma just scoffed, but you could tell he was proud. “Yeah, well- if there’s someone who shouldn’t have any problem with what you just did, it’s him.”

“It really was great!” Sakuya approached you both. “I almost broke character for a second there. Where you watching the whole time, Misumi-san?”

“Not really! I was looking for triangles and then I heard Tenma’s voice… and when I got closer I saw you guys acting!”

“Still, sorry for...”

“Mhm! It’s okay, it’s okay!” suddenly, Misumi started patting your head. “Good job, detective Y/N.”

You felt a blush rush to your cheeks at the touch and so you stepped back, laughing embarrassed. “I-I was also surprised how good everyone is! I mean of course you are, you guys are real actors but-”

"Let’s do another one."

“Uh?” you squeezed your eyes at Tenma. Maybe you hadn’t heard correctly. “But we just-“

“We have time. Misumi, you stay too."

“Okayyyy!”

Turning back to Sakuya the boy laughed nervously, but didn’t look surprised.

Ah, you were so screwed.

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The streetlights started lighting up when you made a decision to finally head back to the dorm.

“That was great!” Sakuya was moving as if he had received a burst of energy “It’s so much fun acting with people outside Mankai, isn’t it!”

“Everyone’s applauses were really suuuper loud too!”

“…and you say you only go sometimes to your theatre club?" Tenma saw you nod and shoved his hands into the pockets of his winter coat, groaning. "Just what's up with people like you and Misumi?"

"Hmh? Y/N and I are similar? Yaaaayy!"

"Misumi? it didn't sound like a compliment to me."

Sakuya laughed at the exchange. It truly had been an amazing experience. "Did you do theatre with director when you two were younger?"

You hummed, thinking about it. To be honest, theatre had always been around but you hadn’t really... When was it that you started acting again?

A scream stopped your train of thought.

"M-Misumi-san?!"

“You scared the daylights out of me, Misumi!"

Turning to the young man, you noticed him making a triangle with his hands and, while using it as a telescope, suddenly speeding up the pace. "It's a triangular cloud!"

"Misumi-san, please don't follow the cloud, we’ll be late for dinner!"

"Tri-triangle, tri-tri-triangle…!"

"Oi Misumi, quit singing and stop! I know you can hear us!"

Watching the interaction, you couldn't help but laugh, running after them.

They were a weird bunch… but in an endearing kind of way.

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“Oh? If it isn’t our cute Y/N” Azuma smiled softly as you all walked in.

“Did you guys go do street acts?” Tasuku lifted his head from the script in his hands. Sakuya nodded eagerly at the older actor, explaining the performances and the audience reaction.

Tsumugi laughed after the spring leader finished. “Seems like you all enjoyed yourselves out there.”

“Ah, youth! If only time would let us stop our bodies to enjoy the real pass of time of our souls!”

“Arisu… you’re annoying...”

“Okay everyone, let’s call the rest and start plating everything, okay?

You spent the rest of the night with the majority of the dorm. 

You had a banter with Masumi about not giving your blessing, being cut by Citron’s weird proverbs and him being at the same time stopped by Tsuzuru. You laughed at Banri’s and Juza’s not so passive aggressive comments, heard some more stories about everyone and of course, you talked about acting and performances.

You shook your head amused. They really were acting addicts.

By the end of dinner, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

Closing your eyes, you splashed water in your face, deep in thought. “Living in this dorm must be amazing though…”

They all seemed to work so hard on any act they did… that it confused you. Izumi had always been insistent about you doing theatre and, while you appreciated it, you never took it seriously.

You enjoyed it, sure, but was it maybe because it came naturally to you? …What if you chose to act for real and then didn’t feel the same way after seeing the bad aspects of it?

Your mother was another matter too. She had made it clear she wouldn’t say anything, but you could tell it didn’t… exactly enthusiasm her. She barely mentioned Izumi’s work at home.

However, acting with everyone in Mankai had been fun. Every time.

Even you were surprised. Just how many street acts had you done after the first one today? You hadn’t practiced that much improv in a long time, not even in your theatre club.

It wasn't as of you didn't enjoy your own theatre activities, but surely there had to be a reason why you found yourself so awestruck by everyone here.

Or maybe not. Your mind was a mess. Closing the bathroom door, you sighed before noticing a figure walking towards you.

“Hey, I got the money ”

Without skipping a beat, you ‘tch’ed at Tenma. “First you’ll have to show me the body.”

“I have to see the money,” he pointed at you with his chin.

“First the body… or yours.” A few seconds passed and you both finally sneered. Tenma sighed, shaking his head.

“Thought I could get past you, dammit. You really should consider acting.”

Bullseye.

“Actually- Tenma, I was thinking” you faltered. “Um, did you… always want to be an actor?”

“Well- I was pretty much always in the industry since I was young, so yeah, I’d say so?”

“You never thought it could have been your parent… you know, telling you how you had talent what might have made you start acting?”

The summer leader thought about it, looking at the ceiling. However, he soon shrugged “If so, what?” noticing your confusion, he kept talking. “I mean, I guess they did have some influence… but in the end it was me who decided to stay. For me, not for them.”

You nodded. That made sense.

“Why the question?”

“Ah, nothing it’s just- I think Izumi tends to overreact saying I am like dad, you know, with acting and all. I didn’t think much about it until these acts made me feel…”

“Fulfilled?” The summer leader finished for you. Seeing he was right by looking at your face, he shrugged again in response. “I don’t know Yukio-san to say you are a copy of him, but yeah, you are good. Still though, you should do what you want above everything else.”

You nodded again.

You both headed back to the living room as a heated karaoke discussion between Citron and Banri while a few others tried to act as mediators.

Izumi turned to you and smiled “Everything okay?”

You faced her. The thoughts about acting and theatre could wait. As Tenma said, you didn’t have to rush and for now. You decided to let it aside and enjoy the warm feeling of being reunited with your sister and her weird, but lovable group of actors.

You took her hand and squeezed it. “Yup!”

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Hope you guys liked it. Have a wonderful day!  💕

[jackalopetears]

Silhouettes

This was probably the weirdest date I had ever been on. I was walking through the city in the middle of the night with my girlfriend, I knew what we’re doing out there, I knew what I agreed to. I just didn’t know what place she picked out.

When she finally stopped, I looked at the place she decided on. “Not bad, especially for a city.” Was all I said about the building in front of us. Fairly big, abandoned by the looks of how rundown the building is, and quite secluded, on the far edge of the city... Perfect place to burn. “Thanks, I’m glad I even found a building. There are a lot of things to consider when it comes to this.” The brunette next to me said. That’s my girlfriend, she has chocolate brown hair that lands about halfway down her back, Emerald green eyes that shine brighter that any gem, and a love for flames. It’s one of her guilty pleasures, she may be a hero, but even she gives in to temptation every once and a while.

“Are we going to light this place up or what?” I questioned with an almost innocent look on my face. She just smiled and started towards the building. I’m the shorter of the two of us, so I can’t keep up very well sometimes. “Izumi! You know I have short legs! You fucker, wait up!” All I got in response was a giggle. By the time I was next to her, she was already working on lighting a match, which she did in one try. Setting the match near the wood, I started to back up, Izumi doing the same soon after. The flame slowly built-up consuming the building.

Staring at the flames in almost a trance and they flowed in the wind reminded me of something, I turned to Izumi, took a bow and offered a hand, “May we dance?” I glanced up to see the other with a slight blush on her face. “Seriously Aurora, you know I get embarrassed when you act formal to me.” She muttered. Carefully, she set her hand in mine and when I rose from my bow, set a hand on my waist. We took a second to get comfortable and started to dance with each other. There wasn’t any music in the background, but we didn’t really mind. I lead us through the door of the burning building, making a path and clearing in the flames with magic.

And when all the floors above us fell, you could only see our silhouettes in the middle of the flames and smoke, waltzing to the crackle of the fire.

Something I wrote that I have no clue why I’m posting. Aurora is a character of mine, but Izumi is not, she is a friend of mine’s. The story was something I wrote with the prompt “Arson” in mind.

[moonlightjinko-kun]

Sparks

YAY I finish in time for D7 of @atsukyouweek!

Characters/Pairing: Nakajima Atsushi & Izumi Kyouka // Atsukyou 

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Rating: General

Prompt used: Free day! - Fairy AU (potential Winx AU) 

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: Kyouka was a young girl with magical powers and the potential to transform into the Fairy of Lightning. She was playing in her secret cave when a thunderstorm happened, terrifying her. Atsushi came running to the cave to look for her.

Read it on AO3!

A/N 1: The result of me binging Winx Club all the way to Butterflix (bless me idk what season that is, but I hanged on for the unicorn) made me want to do a fairy AU, but I have no idea what other fairies are like so I made a Fairy AU with references to Winx. 

The afternoon sun hung in a cloudless blue sky, beating down on her mercilessly. Kyouka squinted into the sun, and found herself smiling. The weather was hot but perfect for a trip down to their special cave. She trekked the familiar path across the forest, a melodious hum flowing from her. The trees grew close with their limbs stretching in every direction to form an interlocking canopy overhead which provided her a temporal shade from the relentless sun. The short trek through the forest brought her to the mouth of the tunnel, and she wiped away the sweat that had beaded on her forehead before stepping into the tunnel.

A draft of wind blew from ahead, cooling the tunnel. She took small and soft steps, not wishing to disturb the silence in the cave. A familiar soft glow emanating from ahead served as her guidepost, leading her closer to her spot - a small rough rock outcropping which served as a small ledge fit for two. The tunnel opened up ahead to her spot and she took her seat. Her legs dangled freely in the air as she took in the magnificent view ahead of her. Crystals of varying shapes and sizes grew on the rocks, illuminating the small cavern with a soft hue of blue. A sense of calm swept through her, and any tension and stress that she had felt throughout the week faded.

She conjured a small ball of bright white light in her palm and flicked it to the middle of the cavern. The light from the ball fizzled and crackled as it reflected on the crystals close to it, and there was a burst of rainbows stretching and filling the small cavern. With another flick, the ball drifted down to the floor of the cave, to the spot where she knew the prettiest rainbow would form. It took a second but the ball never failed. The arc of colours stretched from the cave floor, reaching to the top of the cave, cutting through the soft blue hue from the rest of the crystals, a beautiful mix of colours with the soft brightness of the blue. She felt her lips tug up in a small smile at the beauty of it. The perfection in the arch of the rainbow and the soft glow had stirred a wistful desire in her for him to be here to see its perfection – her masterpiece, before it disappears.

-ackkk.

The sound was faint, but it had caught her attention. She froze, her legs stopping in mid-swing and waited, hoping that the sound would not return.

CRACKKKK.

With all her attention on it, she heard it clearer now – the distant crack of a thunder. She shifted back into the tunnel and turned to look back down the way she had come. She heaved a sigh of relief at her realisation that she was too far from the tunnel mouth to see the flashes of lightning. She looked back to the cave and saw that her rainbow had disappeared, leaving the cave bathed in a blue glow again. The unnaturalness of the blue glow brought a slight prickling over her skin as uneasiness crept up on her. Images of the past few days of practice flashed through her mind - the bluish glow to her mother’s bolt of lightning and her own reluctance to shoot a bolt of lightning, her mother’s clear disappointment and her cowering under her blanket. She stopped herself there, not willing to see the next image that came, and pulled her knees to her chest, burying her head in them with her eyes and ears closed.

Time ticked by. The roar of the thunder had been replaced by a soft patter of rain a while ago. Her eyes darted to the mouth of the tunnel and she contemplated if she should take the risk and dash back home. She swept her gaze across the small area, while she weighed her options. If she waited the storm out, at least she would be -

“KYOUKA!”

His voice was loud and it echoed down the tunnel to her. Her gaze flickered back down the tunnel, but the tunnel was too dark to make out his silhouette. She strained her ears, and heard a faint tread of footsteps coming her way.

“ARE YOU HERE, KYOUKA?” He called again, his voice reverberating in the tunnel. The echoes sounded frighteningly eerie, yet it did not mask the concern in his voice.

“ATSUSHI! HERE!”

She stood up and waved wildly. She could make out a dark silhouette some distance ahead of her. He ran down the tunnel, his footfalls loud and hurried in the tunnel, as he called out that he was coming. She felt some of her uneasiness slipped away as he slowly came into focus. He stopped in front of her, his breathing short and raspy.

“Glad… glad you’re … okay,” he croaked out between breaths.

She forced the tear of relief trapped in her throat back down and nodded. Atsushi stood to a side, clutching the wall, as he sucked in deep breaths. His wet hair was plastered to his face, and he trembled slightly from the cold. His blue cape was dripping droplets of water into the ground, forming a dark wet patch. With his breathing finally steadied, he pushed his hair back and drew his hand across his face, wiping it as dry as he could. His eyes met hers and a sheepish grin formed on his face.

“It’s just a little rain, don’t worry, ‘kay?” He paused, his eyes shifting to the glowing space. He took a few steps ahead and stopped at her spot. “It’s still as beautiful as the first time we found it, huh?” A small chuckle followed his words, as he stared off into the space.

She joined him and flicked her hand. The small ball of white light appeared again, fizzing with energy as it hovered in mid-air. The change was quick, and a few small rainbows stretched out from the crystals near the ball. She heard a sharp indrawn breath of awe from him and felt a slight grin tug at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes closed for the moment, listening to his steady breathing and his soft ‘wow’. Her eyes flew open at a slight touch on her hand and shifted down to see his hand resting against hers. Slowly, she closed her hand around his, the heat of her hand warm against his cold hand. Like he was snapped out of a reverie, his gaze turned and locked onto hers. The flash of surprise in his eyes was quickly replaced by what seemed to be shocked happiness, and then embarrassment. There was a tinge of pink in his cheeks and she could feel a flush heating her own cheeks too. An awkward silence stretched out between them as she fixed her eyes on him. Even with his head turned now, she could hear the cogs in his brain working up something to say, and she waited, wanting to give him the chance. She heard a low muttering from him, and bit back a question that was already forming on her lips.

Atsushi took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Um, actually, I came back to the kingdom, because um… I needed to tell you something.” He paused for a moment, and took another deep breath. “Kyouka, I like you. Will you come -, no wait, will you be my –”

The rock underneath her feet started to vibrate, its intensity increasing by the second. She looked around and saw the cave shaking. The cave was rumbling and vibrating with an intensity she had never felt before, and as the ledge they were standing on quaked even harder, she heard it - a loud crack. In that split second, she felt a hand shoved her backwards and her hand reached out blindly to grasp only air. She stumbled back into the safe confines of the tunnel with her hand still outstretched. She waved the swirling cloud of rock dust away, and looked over the edge. Her eyes went wide with horror.

“Atsushi!” She cried out, before she leapt down after him.

                                                                                        ―――――

There was a dazzling flash of bright light above his eyes. He saw her, a transformed fairy now, flying towards him with her hand outstretched. He could hear her shouting something, but he was too stunned to react as he continued to fall. “She’s beautiful…” was all he could think of as he stared blankly at her outstretched hand, now inches from his. He could just reach it if he stretched. She was still shouting something at him, though it was getting clearer.

“-my hand, take it! DAMN IT, ATSUSHI!”

Something in her voice jolted him, and he found himself stretching his hand out to meet hers. He felt her hand clasped around his, followed by a sharp pull, arresting his falling momentum. His eyes darted around wildly at the realisation that he was inches from the cave floor and that Kyouka had saved him again. He gazed at her with gratefulness in his eyes, as she set him down on the ground below before falling to an exhausted heap beside him.

She was gorgeous in her fairy form. Her outfit was a simple yellow ombre off shoulder dress with sparkles that shimmered, and it was completed with an orange ankle heeled boots. Her dark blue hair flowed to her waist and a white headband with what seemed to be golden stars sat atop her head. But it was her wings which drew his attention. The wings were a translucent blue with what seemed to be an intricate pattern of forked lightning paths along the edges of her wings ending with a ball of light at each tip. She looked ethereal, like an angel from the heavens descended onto their kingdom to grace him with her beauty.

“What? Atsushi, stop staring.”

He turned away, a blush warming his cheeks. “Sor-sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

She heaved a sigh. “It’s fine. Give me a minute to catch my breath.”

“Okay,” he paused, realising what it was that he had heard from her voice. “Sorry for scaring you, and, and thank you for saving my life.”

Her breathing was loud in the silence that followed, as she settled them into regularity.

“Please, don’t, don’t ever do something like this again.” He heard the trace of fear in her voice, despite her clear efforts to suppress them.

He nodded and took a glance at her. Though she hadn’t complained, he could see the exhaustion in the sagging of her shoulders. He looked up to the small hole, where they had been earlier. It was high, and it would take her some effort to get them both up. He had to look for an alternative way out of here instead of exhausting her even further.

“Kyouka, can you stay here for a moment?” Her eyebrow arched upwards at his request. “I’m just going to take a quick look around, and see if there’s any other way out. I’ll be back in a mo-mo-, what?” He had stopped at the frown on her face.

“I’ll just fly us up later. Just let me rest a little first.” She answered in exasperation, while she shifted to lean against the face of a rock that was jutting out of the ground.

“But-” he started to protest.

“Atsushi, if there is no other way out, you’re going to tell me to just fly up on my own right?” His eyes went wide at her words. “As I expected. Well, I’m not taking no for an answer, okay? So, come sit here for a moment.” She patted the ground next to her, a wide but tired smile stretching her mouth, and he found himself settling into the small space next to her.

His gaze slid to her and he heard a voice in his head nagging at him to ask the same question he had asked her every year. The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Kyouka, do you want to come to Alfea next year?”

A moment of silence followed his words as she furrowed her brows in thought. “No.”

Surprise flitted through him at her answer. “Kyouka, but… but you’ve earned your fairy form! You should come –“

“No. I don’t want this power, I’m just-“ Her words trailed off into silence.

“Just what?” He prompted tentatively.

She bit her lower lip, and withdrew her knees to her chest. She locked her gaze with his, as though hoping to see something in them. When she spoke again, her voice was soft like a whisper and with a hint of uneasiness. “Just… just that I’m scared. I never liked the lightning, and it’s as if the heavens are playing a cruel joke on me by giving me this power. It’s like I’m being punished for what happened back then, that horrible day.”

She looked so small and vulnerable with her eyes closed, cowering in her own fear. He knew of that day, and he knew of her fear. What she hadn’t realised was that she was the one who had saved him that day. Her mind, too young to process the horror of that day that had unfolded in front of her, had sealed the memory in its deepest corners and in doing so, she had suppressed her own magic, limiting it to a small lightning ball. That was what the Queen had swore him to secrecy about a few years back. He looked at her shuddering small frame, and realised that he can no longer keep this a secret. He knew he had no rights to reveal it to her but she deserved to know. With his mind made up, he shuffled toward her to close the short gap between them and put his arm around her.

“Kyouka, listen to me for a moment, okay?” He paused. “That day, you didn’t injure anyone. You saved them.”

She shook her head. “Lies.”

“Kyouka, listen. I was the boy you saw!” There was a sharp intake of breath from her. He held up his hand, and continued, “The lightning... it’s trajectory, it was about to hit the tree I was hiding under. I saw the people running towards me, shouting at me to run towards the bubble that was floating towards me, but I was too scared to. My legs had turned weak, and I fell to the ground. I was so scared of the bolt that was to come, and I closed my eyes, thinking that it was the end. But the bolt never came. Do you know why, Kyouka?” A smile stretched across his face as he looked at her.

“Me?”

He nodded. “Yes, somehow, you, who had been watching the whole thing from the window, had subconsciously directed the lightning away, shooting it to the next tree. The queen had been so shocked when she saw it, but before she could even say anything, you had cried into her arms, and try as she might, she could never convince you to believe otherwise. It was like, you had sealed yourself off to the truth.”

“My mother? So that bolt, it never killed-?”

“Never. The bubble reached me in time and it shielded me from any other lightning attacks on my way back into the palace.”

A shocked silence followed, and he could see her face scrunched up, her mind processing the information he had just revealed,

“But why did she stop telling me about it? Did she lie?”

Hesitation slipped into his voice. “I think... I think she just wanted to protect you. You didn’t want to remember it, and she didn’t want you to hurt anymore, so....”

He let his words stretch into silence, giving her the time to think.

“Atsushi, I can’t say I definitely want to go to Alfea, but if I do… will you… will you help me?”

“Of course, that’s what, us, specialists do.” A smile entered his voice as he patted her.

“Even… if I lose control and become too scared?”

“Especially then.”

“What if… a storm happens and I’m… I’m too scared?”

“I’ll go to you and stay with you until you feel better.”

A small chuckle came out from her. “Are there no rules in Red Fountain?”

A laugh entered his voice, as he replied, “Well there have been seniors who have done it, so I don’t see why I can’t. I’ll risk it.”

Their laughter rang in the resounding silence, filling the small cavern. He looked at her to see that the fear and uneasiness from her had dissipated. He gave her a small pat on the head. “Kyouka, we should go.”

She nodded and got up. He took her hand and she carried them up past the remnants of the ledge and into the tunnel, stopping a short distance away from the mouth of the tunnel. There was another flash of light and she transformed back. Kyouka waited for him to stand before asking, “Ah, Atsushi! I just remembered, what were you about to ask me? You know, before you fell?”

His cheeks flushed red and he walked away quickly, mumbling, “I don’t remember!”

“Atsushi, hey, Atsushi!” She ran the few steps and caught him by his hand, pulling him to a stop. Her voice was a silky whisper as she teased him.. “The answer is yes, by the way.”

She ran ahead, laughing, stopping at the mouth of the tunnel with a bright smile on her face. He stood frozen in shock, his eyes locking with hers as a flush of heat warmed through him.

“Atsushi!” She called from where she stood. She looked so beautiful with the sunset framed behind her, the last rays of the sun stretching to reach her, bathing her in its remaining glow. Her smile was wide and bright, it was as if the storm in the day and the uneasiness she had felt earlier had not existed. She was like a ball of happiness and joy now, waving and smiling at him. He liked that about her, being able to smile with so much warmth. He ran up to her and pulled her into his embrace, just as another shower of rain fell upon them.

A/N 2:  Thank you for reading to the end and I hope you enjoyed this! Likes and comments are always welcomed, and I would love to hear any thoughts that you might have :3 This is the second AU I did for this week that I really like and I'm so tempted to make Kyouka be a fairy with Sirenix transformation (yes I am changing it to a winx au probably and taking out Believix)

[yuzusorbet]

Sendai Holiday 2019, Part 5: An Unexpected Journey

A fan told me about the special edition Yuzuru Hanyu subway card that came with 3 postcards and I quickly went to the Sendai subway station office to buy it.  The beautiful subway card was a one-day pass, unlimited rides.  Many fans used it to to get to International Centre Station where Yuzu’s Olympic Monuments are, and also to Izumi Chuo Station which is near Ice Rink Sendai, but I had already gone to these places before I knew about this special pass.  Well, I could always just keep it without using it but, somehow, I felt I had to make good use of this pass that has Yuzu’s SEIMEI silhouette on it.     

There is a 3.11 Memorial Community Centre located in Arai Station 荒井 at the end of the Tozai subway line 東西線.  The name popped up when I was searching online about Sendai travel.  I have never heard of this place before but since I could use my Yuzu subway pass and learn more about 3.11, I thought it was perfect.  Arai Station is just 6 stops away from Sendai Station.  (3.11 refers to the Great East Japan earthquake and tsunami, also known as the Tohoku earthquake, of 11 March 2011.)  

I arrived at Arai Station and there was a big sign pointing to the 3.11 centre.  It was within the station itself, at one end.

‘This post-earthquake restoration memorial facility opened in February 2016.   As a gateway to the eastern coastal area, which suffered tremendous damage from the tsunami, this memorial community center conveys the history of the region, the memory of the disaster, and wisdom and lessons derived from it to the world and to future generations.’ (credit)

On the first floor, there is a big 3D map that shows the extent of the coastal area ravaged by the tsunami.

On the 2nd floor, there are photos of the affected areas, in a timeline from the Showa period til present day, showing the devastation of March 2011 and restoration efforts.

The captions are all in Japanese but there are booklets that give the translation in English, Chinese, Korean and Thai.  You can hold the booklet and read the translated caption for each picture as you move along the wall.

There was one photo that struck me in particular.  People on the rooftop of Arahama Elementary School, with the black waters of the tsunami below.  They were students, staff and nearby residents who had fled there.  All were rescued by helicopter later.   Many thoughts ran through my mind.  How terrifying it must have been to watch the sea swallow up all that you live on.  And what about their family members who were not with them...... how many families could be reunited?  The young elementary school students, did they recover from the trauma?  How are they doing now.....

One of the staff told me that this school has been preserved as a museum and memorial of the disaster.  It has been open to public since April 2017.  He suggested that I take the short bus ride to the school and go into the building to have a look.  Oh my...... I was not prepared for that at all.  Do I really want to see the actual traces of devastation and tragedy??  It is too sad.....  After a bit of hesitation, I went outside the station and boarded the bus that goes to the school near the coast.  It was a regular bus that has a few stops along way and the ride cost 240 yen.   Part of the route was rather scenic with rice paddy fields. 

The last stop was at the school.  The building looked like a normal school from afar.   A banner along the 3rd floor says ありがとう 荒浜小学校  (Thank you, Arahama Elementary School).  It was put up by students in 2016. 

  There is some information in English on the board at the front.

The white sign at the 2nd floor shows the height of the tsunami that day.  The first level was totally submerged. (pic below)

On the 1st and 2nd floors, we can see the damage, and pictures show the aftermath, before the debris was cleared.  All sorts of things were pushed into the classrooms by the force of the tsunami.  A teacher’s car which was parked outside was found crushed with the debris in one of the rooms.

On the 4th floor is a room with a timeline of events on that day, from the earthquake to the tsunami and after.

The clock that was in the 1st floor gymnasium stopped at the time that the tsunami struck. 

There was also a video in the room, with the principal and other staff of the school commenting on that day, with English subtitles.....

“I grabbed the key for the rooftop and told everyone in all of the rooms to leave everything and go up to the rooftop right away.”

“It turned into a mountain, something like black mountain, it was sea water, it came and..... crash, it kept coming forward.”

“There was nothing left of the Arahama area.  It was a view of the bottom of the sea and all we could do was watch from the rooftop as the town was swept away.”

I cried as I watched the video.  My heart that was getting heavier and heavier could not hold it back anymore.

From the 4th floor, I went up to the rooftop.  So this was where the survivors were standing.  I could see the sea on one side....

and all around, rebuilding is going on.  New roads are being made, with bulldozers and excavators here and there.   It was too painful to think that this was actually a town filled with people and homes.

I remember the wind was very strong on the rooftop and the sky was overcast, so it was very cold even though it was in the warm month of May.  After taking some photos, I made my way back down.

The 3rd floor is closed but there is a very touching piece of writing by a teacher of the school, with English translation included.  Please read it from my photo below (4th pic).

The teacher’s reflections were full of sadness but also very uplifting.  “Kindness and gratitude in these hard times.”  So touching.  I hope to remember these words.

In front of the building is a ‘Closing of School’ monument, with the words of the school song on the transparent blue panel.  The school has been here a long time.  It was established in 1873 (Meiji year 6) and built on the current site in 1912 (Taisho year 1).

As I was leaving, groups of students came in large buses.  Each group had a guide talking to them outside first, then taking them around.  The school continues its purpose of educating and building up the nation. 

Goodbye and thank you, Arahama Elementary School.  I said a silent prayer as I left on the bus.  The serenity of the rice fields comforted my heart.    

For more info and photos of the school, here is a news article: The school that saved 320 people

Note: I spent about an hour here but one hour is not enough to finish looking at everything in the school.  Two hours would be good.  There are guide booklets in a few languages near the entrance of the school.  Check also the bus schedule.  It only runs once an hour. 

Much thanks to the staff at 3.11 Memorial Community Centre for their help.

Back home, I searched and read up more....

In addition to physical reconstruction, emotional and social support remain an important focus for rebuilding. “Up in Tohoku, a common term widely used to describe the emotional difficulty in what recovery really means after the disaster is kokoro no byōki (illness of the heart).  From continuing financial worries, divorces, depression, disconnected families to elderly survivors losing connection or meaning, there are ongoing situations of survivors falling through the cracks. [....]  Volunteers provide an invaluable message of encouragement, crucial to the long-term emotional recovery of survivors. [...]  Their return and interest in the community reinforces the message that others believe the rebuilding is worthwhile — and that they are worthwhile.”  (credit: Japan Times, link below)

I immediately thought of Yuzu.  Besides donating all his Olympic prize money for rebuilding, he goes back again and again to visit communities in the affected areas and to do ice shows for them.  His visits tell the survivors that they are worthwhile, that they are not forgotten.  How many lives has he saved in this way!  God bless all volunteers for their kindness and generosity.       

Thanks to Yuzu’s subway pass..... It led me on an unexpected journey to learn more about something very close to his heart and I am inspired again to do more.  Below are some useful sites that I found: 

https://www.japantimes.co.jp/community/2019/03/10/issues/new-approach-volunteering-tohoku/#.XUVS5lCLmCR

https://www.japansociety.org/page/earthquake 

https://www.tohoku.ac.jp/en/news/campus_community/news20181128scrum.html

Even though I only took 2 rides with the subway pass (going to Arai Station and back), I think I have made very good use of it. 

(All photos are taken by me;  please do not use or re-post my photos without asking me first.  Thanks.)

[ran-orimoto]

[ Moreover , the universe around him quickly transformed and developed, bloomed in beauty and height, changing short kids in tall and charismatic teens, irruent and determined boys in athletic and handsome young men, unripe girls in flourishing young women, and…Junpei in Junpei.]

He hadn’t changed a bit and everyone would never miss the chance to underline that, from his general appearance to his clumsiness; from his playful attitude to his soft spot on chocolate; from his love for Izumi to…His love for Izumi, which had taken a definite shape now he was older, the shape of a much deeper feeling. Nevertheless, he had never sensed any difference in the way his heart would beat for her or his hands would get sweaty whenever they took the train together.

Once Tomoki had told him it was nice to have a certainty in an endlessly-shifting world. Being the youngest, he had been the one observing their growth from an external perspective, and Junpei couldn’t have been happier to have represented a solid rock to hang onto for a disoriented child. Now it was pretty embarrassing to admit that, but some years before he would still wear his funny mechanic overall to hide his magical tricks and chocolate in there…Now it was in his wardrobe, guarding his past. That was a change, right? Wasn’t it a big change! Just like him deciding to study hard to become an opera singer someday. Weren’t those enough for him to feel at ease?

He would have liked to reply with a sonorous yes to that question roaming in his mind now and then, but he would have only fooled himself. And even though he might have been a master at doing that, it didn’t mean it wouldn’t make him suffer.

If only Izumi hadn’t drastically changed like the others in his group, Tomoki included at that point, he would have probably led his high school years in peace, but that wasn’t the reality he was living in unfortunately.

And that meeting would have reminded him of that again, of course. He was aware about it and a nagging feeling was already knocking on his door, suggesting him that he should just run away and invent a justification afterwards. He hadn’t even managed to buy her a present like he had planned to. She had returned from her holiday to Italy with her family sooner than he had calculated, and he was well-known for never being satisfied about choosing something to buy for her.

He wanted the best for Izumi, even if that sort of motto had started sounding so ridiculous to his ears. It just took a glance at himself for him to realize it. He looked at the sneakers he was wearing and the trembling legs that were attached to them, those limbs that had made him fall in front of her so many times. Then his focus shifted to his lumbering upper presence, to his thick arms that would have been perfect to hold her tightly like he wanted to but weren’t attractive like Kouji’s or Takuya’s trained ones. Finally, he thought it was better if he couldn’t see his face; it wasn’t like he found his traits repulsive but…

I’m just not enough, He sighed and his mind didn’t only dwell on the good-looking boys of their group , but also on Izumi’s silhouette and on the utter perfection characterizing her from head to toe, from her physical aspect to her soul. If he said he had never seen a girl who was as beautiful as her, he wasn’t lying. There was nothing about her he would have preferred in another way, even those aspects she would often confess she didn’t like about herself.

“ I kinda wish I had more curves. During my last photoshoot, a girl told me I have got mediocre hips and…Don’t make me say that . You can imagine what else she said it’s mediocre ,” She had admitted out of blue in the close past. He could recall it was a day they had spent at the swimming pool with the group. While the other boys were having fun flicking water on the other, he had remained by her side trying studying an aria from “ Turandot ” yet failing miserably, as each movement of hers, even the most imperceptible one, was an excuse to turn his head to her direction and lose himself in the sight of her lying figure. From under the big white hat she was wearing, her golden hair she had dyed with some streaks of purple allowed the wind to play with its locks. As lovely as it looked on her, he could still remember so vividly the one-piece swimsuit she had decided to wear. It was red like a cherry, the tone his cheeks had been painted of because of the effort he had put in not laying his brown eyes on it and, most of all, on the candid skin it embraced, enhacing its light colour and its forms.

“But why would I tell you about this, per Dio? You are surely going to say there’s nothing wrong with me.”

And he had fallen mute because wasn’t what he would have told her, after all?

What would have happened if I had talked about something similar to her?, He suddenly asked himself, without being able to control it. Maybe I should give it a try. Izumi-Chan, look at me: what do you wish it was different in my body? Or in the way I am too…? What do you think could help me not look like a despeaired fool whenever I go out with you? What do you think could make people stop from…From… glaring and mocking me whenever they spot me with you, because you’re a fascinating reader model, whereas I’m just me, the pudgy dude going after what he can’t get?

What can I do, Izumi, to keep up with your pace? To be the person I really want to be, that kind of person who also deserves to wish for an entire life by your side?

What can I…?

…I want to change. I really do. If I…

…

A familiar voice announced the train from Bologna would arrive in less than a minute and Junpei abruptly opened his orbs. His hands followed the jolt that shook his whole body and they lost the grip of the rather soft object they were holding. He felt like cursing when he readjusted himself on a cold seat, hitting his neck on what felt like bricks behind him. His cheeks felt wet but he didn’t pay that much attention to those tears, since he was too focused on looking for what he had lost.

And what was that?, He shook his puzzled head from a side to the other, lowering it on a pair of loafers he found alienating at the beginning, in that mist covering his mind.

Only when the train’s whistle began piercing his ears from the far distance, his brain seemed to slowly return to its previous state, cleaning its blanket of smoke and reassembling memories and thoughts. Bending his back and reaching out he found out a small white bag was what he had dropped. It had ended up below his seat and was waiting to be placed between his hands again, along with the purple ribbon decorating its top. He didn’t hesitate before picking it up, getting it rid of the dust covering its surface and the neat writing that was on it. Actually, someone had written a Per la mia bella in elegant characters, probably also choosing one of those refined pens people often collected.

I’ve always had a good writing , He strutted wearing a smirk. He would have continued appreciating his skilled hands’ abilities he had projected on that single bag, if the train hadn’t stopped on the railway.

All at once, a flow of people got off the modern-styled wagons bringing noisy trolleys and frenetic rushes along with their arrival. A great chaos started dominating that track of the main station of Venice, mixing with other loud and ringing sounds coming from the background of that huge environment.

In that cacophony, a tall and blonde young woman stood out and made him smile widely, pushing him to stand up and hurry to her.

As soon as she saw him, she grinned as well but she got enwrapped in his arms and the smell of his cologne in a jiffy.

“ Buon non-compleanno, buon non-compleanno!” He laughed, hugging her again, prey of an enormous joy. When their chests parted from each other, after he planted an affectionate yet delicate kiss on her pink cheek, she couldn’t keep herself from opening her mouth at the distinguished young man holding her. It wasn’t only his pretty charming clothing or his tidier hair that had made her attention perk up; his perfume and extra cares to his person she could spot here and there, either. There was something deeper, some minuscule detail in his behaviour she could’t pinpoint, more beats he had made her heart skip at thie first sight of his, more warmth he had left on her cheek when he had given her that kiss, a bigger desire for that hug to linger for a much longer time.

“I have a present for you,” He sniggered while whispering those words in her ear. She was too taken aback to immediately notice the bag he was making swing in front of her face. “Just a little present”.

“Junpei, you…You…” She began, blinking, this time allowing herself to stare at him intensely by putting her hands on his face. In that way, crystalline sea met dark honey and fathomed the soul of those kind orbs looking for an answer to those questions she didn’t know how to formulate -even at herself-. Looking for Junpei; her Junpei.

“Hey-“

She kissed him on the lips cutting his breath and not even giving him time to metabolize what was happening to put his arms around her, at least. She chuckled when the expression she would have liked to see on his puffy traits appeared in all its comedy: his gaze in the nothingness, his mouth still descending in astonishment, his arms dangling next to his hips without strength.

“H-Hey!” He complained in jest at the back she was showing him now. “You spoiled my crescendo , Izumi! Not fair! This was supposed to be my fortissimo !”

“I just wanted to see if this opera singer job hasn’t made you change too much, questo è tutto,” She answered, joining her hands. “I want to spend my unbirthday with Junpei Shibayama, you know.”

He weighed that statement by silently repeating it to himself. Then, he beamed, marveled, fragments of the dream he had had that day passing through his reasoning, undisturbed.

“Do you think I’ve changed? For real? I…Can’t really see that,” He shyly cracked a smile, giving a self-conscious glimpse at himself. “You can’t really say I’ve lost some pounds, no, no. I’ve been having so many dinners with the crew. It must be the clothes giving you the impression I’ve changed, but they’re just clothes. I’ve been opening my mind about a new kind of wardrobe lately…And I thought it wouldn’t hurt me if I picked some more elegant clothes from there for our date. In this way, well, I also thought I could finally look good enough for you…Surprise you.” He scratched his head, awkwardness overtaking the confidence he had simulated in front of a mirror the day before.

“Well, let’s say you’ve never been bad at surprising me,” She finally turned and approached him again, one of the sweetest smiles he had ever seen brighted her irises. She touched his bag so she could open it but he pulled that out of her reach.

“No, no. You won’t ruin my schedule for today again. Now I’m supposed to pull a rose out of my sleeve,” And so did he, with an effortless gesture of his hand. “And then, even if you don’t like plans, I have booked a table in a delicious restaurant in Piazza San Marco. There you will open the present and I will take a good photo to capture the moment. Opening it here, ah! It doesn’t sound that romantic. We are surrounded by metallic Trailmons!”

She fliddered with the rose she had received and sighed. He had always managed to conceal how he truly felt among his magician tricks and jokes, and she would have never imagined he was suffering like that.

Junpei, you idiot. Who ever told you aren’t enough with your hesilarating weirdness?

“You are right. You haven’t changed at all.”

“Ah…” He didn’t hide his disappointment. “Even if I didn’t agree with you, I liked it when you said I had”.

“Just deal with it,” She made her delicate hand slip into his. “If you dared to change, even in the slightest , I would follow winds on top of the world, even on the Moon if it’s what it would be necessary to get the true Junpei back. Still…” She stopped to make her fingertips caress his brown topcoat and his dark orange scarf. “I don’t mind these kind of changes in fashion taste.”

“I’m wearing a waistcoat too. To be a gentleman for my lady. An Alfredo to his Violetta.”

“ Perfavore,” She rolled her eyes, amused. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am! You will see it at the restaurant because I obviously asked for a table inside. Hey…Where are you going?”

She had parted from him and had already got near to the escalator.

“You know, I don’t want to go out with a vintage Junpei.”

“Then…” He pointed at himself with an uncertain index. “Should I go changing before we go there?”

However, her laughters had grown even further than before and what he could only do was to run after her.

“Wait, Izumi-Chan! Aspetta ! Aspetta, perfavore !”

And you could predict what happened next.

“Oh Junpei, I hope you didn’t ruin my present! You have fallen right on it! See? You haven’t changed at all for real!”

And there was no other way round that could ever exist to her.

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Hey there! I LOVE your writing and was wondering if you could do a scenario of Izumi doing the kabedon to his crush 👀 bc he got jealous she was spending time w another dood or sth and it ends in a confession? TYSM💖

yes hello!! i LOVE this concept and it’s not like kabedons are my weakness and my heart gets mushy with it or anything but izumi + kabedon is a must have oof

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Looking at polished white, not a single flake on it, reserved to bring only the best atmosphere and background for the picture soon to be on the cover of a leading models’ magazine is without a doubt an interesting thing to pay attention to.

You look at Sena Izumi, a star reborn with perfect posture, his silhouette practically radiating elegance as diamond blue eyes narrow to give a more sharp look, appealing to the camera and attractive to the eye. Izumi is, without a doubt, a manifestation of beauty itself.

You had found yourself practically breathless, reminding yourself to actually breath whenever Izumi made a particular pose that seemed so dream like even with a simple shift of his weight to the other leg or running his hand through smooth hair. It was quite embarrassing now that you think about it...

The cameraman is ecstatic, snapping picture here and there, lights flashing the makeup on Izumi’s flash and it gives him a glow that made his features stand out just a bit more than usual and you think, with all his beauty on a regular basis, that could be dangerous for your heart.

The Director calls for a short break and Izumi is ushered to his seat, treated like royalty, his makeup reapplied, towels and drinks prepared. He thanks the staff quietly and they leave in order to let him rest but Izumi looks at your direction with a scowl and gestures for you to come closer to where he's seated.

You scurry to where he is, clutching your bag and Izumi sighs loudly, exaggerated and annoyed. “You. Why were you just standing there? I thought you were supposed to be with Naru-kun in the next room?”

You take a moment to think, wondering why you were supposed to be with Arashi but not really remembering anything scheduled. “I.. I wasn’t aware I was supposed to be with Arashi-san... Um, I don't actually have anything scheduled whilst you two work so I don't think it matters where I am so long as I'm in the building.”

The sigh Izumi let's out this time is a bit harsh, as if your words had given him a headache and you're not sure how to react to his annoyance. “Never mind then. Go mingle somewhere else then. You’re distracting me.”

You wish you had the time and will to retort but the Director is calling Izumi back and he brushes past you without hindering his movements. Pursing your lips, you trudge outside the room to the hallway to perhaps cool down for a moment, leaving your bag since you would be returning later on.

The hall of the building is quite spacious though not as large as some. The room for Izumi’s shoot is in section C of the building, west to where Arashi is having a shoot at the other end of the hallway. It seems a bit strange that the two are separated despite it being a job to promote Knights but you didn't have much objections with the idea to began with.

“It seems a bit strange to see someone walking alone during shooting hours. You new here?”

The voice is deep and rough, inquiring you with a hint of teasing and you're taken aback when the person laughs at your expression. “Ah, no... I was told to wait outside.” It wasn't the truth but could you really say it was because a particular grumpy model had shooed you away.

“Doesn’t seem right for someone so cute to be alone. What do you say you come with me to my office? I’m sure you'll be impressed with my collection.” The wink he sends you has you fighting yourself to not make a look of disgust, your lips already tugging down in a frown.

“No, that’s not necessaryー”

His hands are rough when he takes your wrist, squeezing the flesh tightly and a slight pain shoots down your entire arm. “I don't take no for an answer.” He starts dragging you and you mind races with thoughts on where to punch him.

“People these days really can't take no for an answer, can they?”

Your hand is harshly ripped away from the forceful grip of the man. Izumi pulls you behind him, eyes sharp and narrowing at the man as if to challenge him. Though it seemed the man thought you were more trouble than you're worth and simply shrugged before turning to leave.

”Izumi-san-”

”No, shut up for a second,” he sighs heavily and you mentally count that to add to the growing list of sighs. He takes a step forward and you back away, unsure of what he’s doing and you find yourself getting close to the wall as Izumi cage you in. “Tell me,”

bam

“why the hell didn't you fight back?”

His arm rests heavily against the wall, palm pressed against it with his elbow near your head. Izumi leans forward and you find yourself pressing back against the wall, as if convinced you can still create distance.

His eyes are murky, no longer shining a brilliant diamond and only filled with anger, panic, worry. The intensity in his eyes as he stares into yours has your heart weak and you can't bring yourself to reply.

You falter a bit, sliding down the wall slightly in an attempt of escape but when Izumi leans closer you freeze. “I apologize, Izumi-san, I just... I blanked out for a moment.”

”Then why didn't you call me?”

His words has you thinking. You weren't far off from where you had left the room and calling his name would have been a simple means of escape but...

“I... I didn't want to bother you. I know, I know, that doesn't mean I shouldn't ask you for help when I'm in trouble but I feel like when I am you're always there to help,” somewhere in the middle of your rant, Izumi’s other hand takes yours in it. “and even then, when that person had been persistent, somehow I knew you'd help me then too.”

His hand is warm as he holds yours, his left arm is still placed on the wall near your head and Izumi sighs again. “I give up.” Izumi’s head drops, he forehead rests on your shoulder, his hair tickling the side of your face.

“I can’t take this anymore. You’re too cute. It drives me insane how nice you can be at times because people take advantage of that andー” he swallows heavily, pulling away from you and taking hold of your shoulder as if to pin you in place.

”and I want to be the one that protects you. Go out with me.”

His confession is straightforward, honest and to the point it feels like he had ripped the contents of his heart and presented it to you with the most vulnerable look in his eyes. Izumi is patient as he waits for your answer but the grip he has on you shows his anticipation to your reply.

“I think,” you start, slowly brushing his hand from your shoulders away and entangling them in a tight hold. “you should already now my answer, shouldn't you, Izumi-san?”

Izumi pushes forward, kissing you with all the vulnerability his heart has to offer, showing you all the secret his feelings has kept hidden. You think that maybe, just maybe, if Izumi allows it, you want to draw a map to his heart.

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I’ll show you a perfect silhouette

semi-selective indie Sena Izumi writing in the !! era.

looking for fellow EnStars roleplayers for plenty of shenanigans and angst. oc friendly. 18+ only.

modelled by Rosina

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@vespamultimuse​

“I want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t tell me what the problem is.” (To Izumi from Arashi)

“There’s no fucking problem!” Izumi snapped, turning away from Arashi and walking over to his gym bag to collect a bottle of water. Then he stopped himself, cursing inwardly. 

He was so thirsty... Damn it.

“...I have another photo shoot coming up. For that Zheng guy.” He sighed. “Last shoot I had with him, he... He said I was getting too fat.”

“But it’s not fat though? It’s muscle!” Muscles he had built up through tennis, through ballet, through ice skating. The only way he could decrease his muscle mass was if he didn’t drink. Didn’t eat. 

Of course he had to drink, a little, every day. But if he limited himself to a few mouthfuls of water every twentyfour hours, then maybe...

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@vespamultimuse​

A very stuttering, grumbling, blushing Izumi is looking almost angrily at Arashi and blurts out: "If beauty were time, you'd be eternity... OH THIS IS SO DUMB!"

Oh?? Was Izumi really using a pick up line on her? After he said they were dumb and mindless? How cute! She laughed and cupped his cheeks, taking a moment to admire his grumpy face. He was even blushing, how adorable!

“Aww, Izumi-chan! That was cute, I felt my heart skip a beat. You really know how to charm a lady, don’t you?“ She asked as she squished his cheeks.

“I knew this was a dumb idea and could you not touch me so freely? Ugh, it’s like I’m talking to a wall!” At least it made her smile. That... Was mostly the reason he had forced himself to blurt out the inane thing in the first place. Immediate regret, naturally, because look at the situation it had landed him in!

“Could you not do that?” Since his cheeks were squished, his words came out a little slurred. 

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@vampyrit​

Settling comfortably on his unit mats lap, Ritsu flashed his fangs with a playful smile. "There's clearly no~thing~ wrong with my head, Secchan~? I'm not the one pretending to be upset." Running his fingers along his jaw, Ritsu let out a hum, eyes narrowing as he licked his lips. "Be more true to yourself~"

“I’m one word away from simply pushing you off,” Izumi groused, but despite his words, one arm was wrapped around Ritsu’s waist, holding him securely. “And I wouldn’t give myself too much credit when it comes to my sanity if I were you, just saying, Kuma-kun. Just... Just tell me what you’re playing at? This attitude of yours is soooo annoying though?”