#and he calls Masayuki for his name just like that

[a-chinese-doll]

WHY NOT ME?

Chapter 2

Choso was still with Yuuji when your name popped up on his phone screen. "Y/N," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. It was unusual for you to call him out of the blue, especially when you were supposed to be enjoying your time with your new date.

Without hesitation, he answered the call, only to be met with the sound of your sobbing voice. Yuuji watched his older brother, a curious expression on his face as he waited for him to hang up. But the deep frown etched across Choso’s face told the young boy everything he needed to know—something was seriously wrong.

When Choso finished talking, he shoved his phone into his pocket and shot up from his seat. "Go home," he told Yuuji sternly. "That asshole, Masayuki, left her alone at a club. I'm gonna pick her up."

Clearly shocked but understanding the gravity of the situation, Yuuji stood up without question, letting his older brother leave. Choso rushed out, his mind spinning with fear about what could have happened to you. The thought of you being disoriented from alcohol, or worse, vulnerable to someone with bad intentions, made his stomach twist in knots.

When he arrived, he found you alone on the sidewalk, a drink in hand, clearly distraught. Your eyeliner was smeared down your cheeks, leaving dark streaks that gave you a panda-like appearance, making the sadness on your face even more striking. You looked lost and hurt; your eyes puffy from crying.

As soon as he saw you, Choso rushed over, his heart pounding with relief. He extended his hand to help you up, his touch both gentle and reassuring. Luckily, you weren’t drunk, just shaken, and when your tear-streaked eyes met his, your face softened. A glimmer of hope lit up your expression, replacing the deep loneliness you had been drowning in. Seeing him was the highlight of your night, a beacon of safety in the darkness where that jerk, the one you thought could be your future boyfriend, had practically tried to take advantage of you.

 "I'm ridiculous, aren't I?" you asked, wallowing in self-pity as you desperately tried to blow your nose and fix your messy makeup.

Choso didn’t respond right away. Despite how objectively disheveled you looked, he found himself captivated by the unusual beauty your vulnerability brought out. Stunning, even in your lowest moments, you were breathtaking to him.

"I'm sorry for ruining your night with Yuuji, but I didn’t know who else to turn to," you said softly, your voice tinged with regret. Deep down, you felt the weight of being alone—having no one else to rely on, growing up by yourself in a foreign country. Choso shook his head, his expression kind, offering a reassuring smile. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he said firmly, making it clear he didn't mind at all. His gesture conveyed that he was more than willing to spend the rest of the evening with you, focusing on your needs and listening intently as you began to vent your frustrations

"That asshole practically tried to shove his fingers up my... you know? In public! Who the hell does he think he is?! Without even my consent!" you shouted, your annoyance boiling over as you emphasized your outrage with exaggerated gestures, your hands flying in the air madly.

Listening to your story, Choso could barely contain the jealousy and fury bubbling up inside him. Who the hell was that prick to touch you, to violate your sacred space? Unforgivable. If that scumbag were still around, Choso would make him lick the pavement clean.

"And this stupid dress, these fucking heels—ugh!" you continued, ripping off your shoes and hurling them to the ground. "They hurt! I'd rather walk home barefoot!"

Your roommate couldn't help but smile at your outburst, finding a bit of amusement in your fiery spirit. But seeing you discouraged and in pain, he couldn’t accept the idea of you walking home on the rough asphalt in bare feet. Without a word, he bent down in front of you, extending his arms behind his back, offering you a silent invitation to hop on. His way of sparing you from the unpleasant walk.

You were momentarily taken aback by the gesture, touched by his quiet thoughtfulness—but deep down, it was so typically Choso. With a small, grateful smile, you wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed him to lift you. His strength made it easy for him to carry you, your weight feeling light as he held you close, carrying you home like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You really are a gentleman, aren’t you" you chuckled against him, the sound of your laughter vibrating against his back, warm and reassuring. His shoulders were broad, and his body radiated warmth, wrapping you in comfort against the chilly evening. You rested your head against him, feeling his muscles tense at the contact. Your closeness didn’t go unnoticed, and you could perceive the faint but quickening rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Did you run here? Your heart's pounding," you asked, wondering if he was feeling a bit of tachycardia. He blushed, unable to control the pleasant sensation brought on by your proximity, which was clearly causing those uncontrollable beats. "Yeah, a little..." he replied, his voice betraying his embarrassment as he tried to downplay his feelings.

The moment between you was perfect; silence enveloped the scene as you shared a fleeting intimacy on the dark, lonely streets of Tokyo, your body pressed against his, your chest against his back. Despite the earlier turmoil, Choso couldn’t have imagined a more perfect ending to his night.

When you arrived home, he opened the door while still carrying you on his back and helped you settle onto the couch, lowering you gently as if you were made of porcelain.

"I’ll make you a warm herbal tea," he said, wrapping you in a blanket to keep you cozy. "Thank you," you replied shyly, blush creeping onto your cheeks at his overwhelming kindness.

As he leaned down to help you cover, Choso's gaze caught the ugly hickeys left by Masayuki. Your beautiful skin had been marred by some idiot trying to assert his dominance and possessiveness over you. He gritted his teeth, his dark eyes fixated on the bruises that sullied your complexion. He wished he could replace them with his own. He wanted you for himself, and he wanted you to be safe—secure in his arms, not with some random jerk you were dating.

Turning away, he strode to the kitchen, his furious gaze fixed ahead. To calm himself, he leaned against the counter, gripping the edge tightly to disperse the tension, his knuckles turning white and violet from the pressure, his shoulder tensing under the pressure of that infuriating thought.

Unacceptable!

Those marks would remain on your body for days, and the mere idea of seeing them made him seethe with anger. But he pushed through, still focused on taking care of you, heating water on the stove and pouring it into a mug where he had carefully placed a chamomile teabag.

He returned to the sofa, sitting beside you as he handed you the mug and slid the sugar toward you on the table.

You gladly accepted the steaming drink; a warm chamomile tea would be the perfect remedy to help you sleep and forget about the evening's nightmare.

You dropped a couple of sugar cubes into the mug, stirred, and took a sip.

"Why, Choso? Why do I keep finding and dating only dorks? Why are all men such assholes?! Damn it, I think I’m done with dating." Your face contorted into a grimace as you sipped the hot tea. "I just want someone who cares about me and looks after me… just that… I don’t think I’m asking for much. Instead, I only find idiots, arrogant, self-centered narcissists. What the hell is wrong with this world?!"

Choso sat there quietly, listening to your rant about men. While part of him found it laughable, he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his chest at your words. Did you really see all men as dorks? What about him? Sure, he wasn’t fully human—being a half-curse and all—but did that mean he didn’t count?  Especially when this half-curse was so helplessly in love with you that you’d become the very center of his universe.

You were here, venting about your disappointments, yearning for someone who cared, someone who truly and genuinely understood you. But what had Choso been doing all this time? Why hadn’t you ever considered him? Would it really be that hard to ask him to be your boyfriend? He would devote everything to you—his time, his attention, his love. He’d give you anything he could, showering you with gifts within his budget. He already worshipped you, holding you in such high regard. So, why not him?

His gaze lingered on you, wrapped up cutely in the blanket, the remnants of smeared eyeliner still painting your cheeks. You looked so vulnerable, so perfect in your imperfection as you sipped your drink.

"Why not me, then?" The words escaped before he could stop them. His voice was quiet, muffled by the hand he had placed over his mouth as he realized what he’d just said. His gaze shifted away from you, landing on the shadow cast by the lamp on the wall.

You lifted your gaze from the steaming cup, blowing on it to cool it down, not quite grasping what Choso had said. "What did you say?"

Choso froze, immediately aware he had spoken too loudly. "Oh, nothing, just thinking out loud," he muttered quickly, his eyes still averted. Frustration simmered within him. Why did he say that?

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Let me help you think then. You’ve listened to my rants all this time; let me do something to be useful to you." Your words were tender, your tone genuine, and Choso couldn’t help but turn his gaze back to you.

His hand dropped from his mouth as he crossed his arms, trying to steel himself. Should he really say it? What if you were against it? What would happen to the friendship, the bond, you had carefully crafted together over time? Damn it—so many questions, so many worries. His mind was spiraling. Get a grip, Choso! Grow a pair!

He was sick of hiding how he felt, tired of the fucking torment he faced every time he saw you in the hallway, wishing he could pull you close, kiss you, and tell you that he loved you. He was done with it. And Yuuji—damn it, Yuuji—was right. He had to spill his guts and make a move.

This moment felt like the one. The timing, the atmosphere—it was all there.

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding harder than ever, and finally spoke. "I said… why not me then?" he repeated hesitantly. The words hit you just as you were taking another sip of chamomile tea, and the hot liquid caught you off guard, going down the wrong way. You coughed and sputtered, trying not to choke or spit it out.

"Whoa! What?" you exclaimed, still trying to regain your breath, your heart racing as you tried to process what he had just said. "What do you mean, why not you?" you asked bewildered, as if trying to make sense of whether you both were on the same page.

"You say you want someone to take care of you, right? Someone who actually cares" Choso spoke more clearly now "What do I usually do? I don’t think I’ve ever neglected you… I’m always here. Am I really so terrible that I couldn’t be your... boyfriend? Or call it whatever you want" His voice dripped with bitterness, annoyance rumbling beneath the surface.

The tension in the air was palpable, your mind racing as you desperately tried to piece together what was happening.

"Are you... telling me... that you want to be my boyfriend?" you stammered, placing the mug down on the table beside the sofa. The question shaky as if you weren’t sure if this was some kind of misunderstanding.

"I could be anything for you... if only you wanted it..." he continued, his eyes searching yours for a reaction, hope flickering in the depths of his gaze, as if he were bracing himself for a rejection he feared but couldn’t bear to leave unsaid.

You fumbled for words, but before you could respond, he interrupted your thoughts.

"I know I can’t offer you much... that Masayuki was disgustingly rich and famous; he would’ve showered you with expensive gifts every day. And I know I’m not as flashy or entertaining as he is, but… no one will put as much heart into the little things I do for you." His wary eyes once again met your astonished ones.

You couldn’t deny to yourself that living with Choso was quite enjoyable, and despite what he might say, his presence was genuinely entertaining. The truth? You liked him—no, you loved him. The bond between you had long crossed the boundaries of simple friendship. Yet, his aloof expression and behaviors made you think he didn’t care much about having a relationship, especially not with a sorceress like you. Who would ever imagine that beneath that stoic facade lay the same feelings you were nurturing for him?

Truly two idiots— the perfect couple.

"I... I never thought you’d be interested in something like that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Choso’s brows furrowed, his face clearly showing surprise. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied, his tone softer, almost vulnerable. "I thought you understood how I feel about you. Hell, even Yuuji noticed... I’m not someone who opens up easily, and by now, I figured you’d realized that…Moreover, you probably think I’m not into relationships because, in the end, I’m a half  curse... but that doesn’t mean I can’t feel emotions... and urges... just like any other human."

Choso was battling with the lump in his throat, the weight of this confession seemed heavier than all the enemies he had faced. "You think I don’t care because I’m quiet, because I don’t show it the way other guys do? But I’ve been right here, caring, waiting… for you to see it. For you to see me."

He shifted closer, hesitating as if every step toward you was a risk, struggling to maintain eye contact, but his gaze was intense and honest. “I know I don’t have much to offer, but what I do have... it’s yours. I care about you more than you realize, more than I’ve ever let on" His eyes held a unique sincerity that you had never encountered in anyone else.

You were taken aback and couldn’t suppress a soft sigh when he slowly extended his arm, his calloused fingers brushing against yours, his touch delicate and polite. "I want to be the one to take care of you. If you’ll let me."

Your heart pounded as you processed his words. Taking a deep breath, you searched his eyes for reassurance. “You really mean that?” you asked, voice trembling with uncertainty. He nodded, silent and impassive, but on his usually serious face, the pleading image of a man in love shone through.

And what about you? Why would you say no? For a moment, you pretended to think over his proposal, but deep down, you had been waiting for this moment for so long and already knew what you wanted to say.

Let’s be serious: having a half-curse taking care of you, sweet and attentive, was something few could boast about. Not to mention that Choso had the habit, thank God, of wandering around the house half-naked. When he did, his bare chest was on display, every muscle tense, begging for your attention. It wasn’t exactly easy to deal with.

If Choso had spent sleepless nights thinking about you while fucking his fist, you weren’t any different. Alone in your room, you found comfort in touching yourself, fantasizing about your handsome roommate. He had been a battle companion, a dear friend—anyway untouchable for you due to the complex bond you shared. Yes, you kept saying that he would always be off-limits, a forbidden zone, even though you wanted so much more. Just like him, you had settled on trying to maintain a fragile balance based on friendship.

Your facade of hesitation lasted only a fleeting second before your resolve cracked. Your lips parted slightly as you let out a shaky breath. Returning the gentle caresses Choso was giving your hand, you finally spoke, "I think it can work..."

Choso's eyes widened in astonishment, a spark of hope lighting up his face. His reaction was almost immediate, his whole body seeming to soften and harden all at once. "You do?" he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief. For a moment, he stood still, as if trying to process the fact that you had just accepted him—accepted this.

He stepped closer, his hand gently shifting from your fingers to your forearm, before finally cradling your cheek. "I want to kiss you so bad," whispered words escaping effortlessly as if they had been waiting on the tip of his tongue for far too long. His thumb lightly traced the edge of your lips, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, wordlessly searching for permission, for that final sign to unmask the charade you had both been playing for months.

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[demonfox38]

Completed: Breath of Fire II (GBA)

Whaddya mean I last played a "Breath of Fire" game ten years ago?!

I've been having another year where I try to beat one game a month to continue working through my backlog. (Considering I've got at least 20 years of games to beat without touching my Steam list…At some point, it is just collecting for the vibes.) A friend of mine from college recently got in contact with me, and we started going through our game lists. He mentioned wanting to go through "Breath of Fire II," and I was like, "Hey, I haven't done that! December's game, here we go!"

"Breath of Fire II" is the second title of the "Breath of Fire" series, naturally falling into place as the distant sequel to the first game. In it, a young man is cut off from his family, raised alongside a literal thieving dog. After said dog is accused of thievery that he didn't actually commit, the hero is thrust out into the world, righting not only his personal wrongs, but the grievances of the world around him. Naturally, with friends. Some, echoing that Zelda and Link same appearance/name/role but not the same person motif that "Legend of Zelda" games have going.

You know that Church Bad / Dragons Good / Church Bad Because They Won't Let You Fuck Dragons post? That's basically this game in a nutshell.

While similar in composition to its predecessor, there's something distinctly more anime about "Breath of Fire II." It feels a bit like a television series, giving time to each party member to build on their backstory and motivations. Granted, it's usually along the line of "sister needs help" or "princess needs help" or "princess sister needs help", but ya know. It is an effort, and that effort was noted and appreciated.

Because of the time devoted to each character, I feel like I've got a better chance of remembering these party members 10 years on than my current memory stands with "Breath of Fire." In particular, I found Katt to be hilarious from a game design point of view. Gal's all attack, speed, critical hits, and getting the most damaging magic spells, but seems to be paper-frail when it comes to HP, defense, or AP (used for magic.) She's also got a literal pussy out look going on. It's weird. I do not understand this sense of attire. But, I do appreciate the damage output.

Also, it's kind of weird to have the one long-haired Nina design actually have short hair in her sprites. And purple wings that everyone else calls black. I mean, I get the latter more in terms of palette balancing, but why doesn't the translation just call her wings dark instead?

I've got a lot of questions about this translation.

Anyone who has ever played this game should have questions about this translation.

In a way, I'm fascinated with just how this strange English translation came about. The pronoun issues and dropping words from sentences? I get that. Japanese to English is not an easy way to go, so some grammatical whoopsy-doos will happen. I don't get the lack of periods, though. Why? Was it an attempt to free up space in the cartridge by cutting out the most used punctuation? Why did the GBA port repair so little? Capcom couldn't have been that strapped for cash.

The ending credits of this game lists character casts, not game development staff. That only further confuses me. Like, I looked on both MobyGames and The Cutting Room Floor to see if there was any development staff for the SNES version on either site, and the best I got was just for the GBA port. (At least, I assume Masayuki Fukumoto is not responsible for the original translation, given their earliest work was credited in 1998.) The Breath of Fire II Production Staff entry on a fan wiki lists a Justin Berenbaum and Chris Kramer as responsible for the translation, but I don't know what that was sourced from, and it doesn't seem to match a pattern of jobs on MobyGames for either listing I found there. This translation just doesn't seem like something a native English speaker would end up making. Not unless cartridge space issues were really that bad.

Someone's going to have an interesting YouTube essay on this subject, one day. Also, we really ought to send flowers to Ted Woosley as an apology.

In terms of gameplay, "Breath of Fire II" is fairly straight forward. Walk across the map, use character-specific actions to engage with the world, talk to people, enter random battles, grind. You know the RPG drill.

A significant battle modification comes in the way of shaman fusing. By recruiting multiple shamans, a majority of the cast (minus Ryu and a special hidden character) can combine powers with elemental master, gaining stat boosts and potentially changes in character appearance. So, basically, almost everybody gets to be Karn this time. Granted, the greatest of these powers isn't really given to you until the last dungeon of the game, and you'll likely have to consult a guide to get half of the shamans, but when it hits, it really hits. Frankly, it's a shame that they locked the physical transformations until so late in the game. The artwork provided for all of them is pretty neat!

Additionally, a new town building subquest has been added. Depending on the player's actions, they can recruit six distinct residents to their town, most of which provide unique services (like armories, aesthetic changes, stat buffs, etc.) This location (TownShip) can be used for free healing, and under the right circumstances, can even be used as transportation. Granted, if you're expecting something as complex or flexible as "Animal Crossing" games, this is going to be an underwhelming feature. Once you get a resident, they are hard locked in, which can really suck if you don't like the services that the resident in question provides.

Look, this is me giving you permission to hit up a guide. Multiple guides. All of the guides. Maybe I'd feel guiltier about pushing that if the game was sensible, but we're dealing with a decently sized RPG that has multiple endings and hidden features. You should be able to know how to meet those objectives. Like, the ending thing is half obvious, but God help you should you not find a single character hidden in the back of an optional town.

If Capcom put in the effort that Enix did with its "Dragon Quest/Warrior" games, I think it would be much more reasonable to stick to just the maps and manuals provided with the original game. But, hell. Look at this map.

Almost completely useless. (Source: eBay Auction "Breath of Fire 2 II SNES Super Nintendo Complete In Box CIB Authentic Map Poster" by ashtons_shop)

In a related topic, I appreciate how the dungeons in game attempted to shake things up with different objectives. Like, it's one thing to march straight through a cave, and another to root around an obese woman, purging demons from within her. (Yeah, this game could be known as the Anime Furry Vore RPG. It could also stand to be nicer to said demon-possessed woman.) The bit inside SimaFort was madcap as well, even with the aggravating music. It's not every day a person has to punch giant insects into submission and use their remains as food ingredients. (Honestly, I'm sad that we didn't take the frog knight Jean's sister with us instead. She definitely seems like she would have been more useful than he was. Probably had a higher attack stat, at any rate.)

Even with online help, I'm not certain that I understood everything with this game. Like, there's a status called Zombie that never really did anything to me. Probably because I killed enemies reasonably fast, and it seems like a status that takes a couple of turns to kick in. Ditto the flashing dragon gemstone bit. Was there a prototypical affection rating going on with that? That's what the story seems to imply, anyway. Also, I didn't seem to have any luck casting the Angel spell on the few targets that I tried. Had luck with the Death spell, though! That was unexpected.

Also, I'm pretty sure the initial shaman fusing dialogue message is bugged. Feels like it should have its initial Yes/No option mapped opposite the way it actually is. No clue on why the menu takes a few seconds to load in, though.

Like a person who has had two spiritual entities stapled onto them, I feel a bit mixed up about this game. The artistic direction is fun, and there are a lot of plot beats that I found enjoyable. "I don't really care for Sten in combat, but this war drama with him is fascinating." "Man, Rand's mom was cool." "So that's what happened to Ryu's sister! That makes total sense!" Things like that. Some of the side systems have not aged as well as the core, though. Or, at least, I can see the potential beyond what's there, and that bums me out. There's also a fair amount of side content reading that a person would have to do to optimize their playthrough, which I'm finding to be more of a bummer as time goes on. Like, I'd like to pretend I'm smart enough to figure out some of these conditions for a better ending or greater rewards. It's just hard to manifest them when critical characters can literally be hidden behind invisible/background tiles.

I think another thing that bugs me is that this is the one "Breath of Fire" game that I had heard the most praise for over the years. Not to say it wasn't entertaining! But, maybe I'm mourning potential again. Like, I haven't heard anything really bad said about "Breath of Fire III", so I look forward to getting to that one at some point. "IV"'s got continuity arguments up the wazoo, "V" is treated like a mutant, and "VI"…did you even know there was a "Breath of Fire VI"? No? Probably didn't help that it was episodic (not in the fun TV way), Japanese-only, online-focused, and shit-canned in an incomplete state.

Maybe I've got to stop fantasying about what could be and appreciate what is. That, or buy more weird little RPGs on Steam. In an era of AAA graphics, time, and budget bloating, I can't expect Capcom to do more with this series. Especially, not if they need a guaranteed seller. But, I can always throw money at developers who enjoy experimenting with kooky things like this.

[falseandrealultravival]

Rum and Indians(Essay)

When whites from Europe came to North America, their purpose was to secure land as agricultural land. In that case, private ownership of the land is a major premise. Native Americans, or Indians, on the other hand, did not have the concept of private land ownership. This difference in starting point separates the light and dark of the two.

The first British immigrants didn't know how to live in a new environment and the Indians taught them a lot, but the British immigrants didn't thank the Indians and Prayed to Christian god. They thanked him. This is the beginning of Thanksgiving. And they gradually begin to oppress the Indians.

Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790), who is famous for lightning kite experiments, stated as follows. "Rum + savage = 0" (American Indian tragedy 91P: Shigeru Fujinaga: Asahi Sensho) What does it mean? Indians didn't know strong liquor, and recommended them to rum with high alcohol content. Then, if he get drunk and write a certificate of transfer of land at that time, the land will fall into the hands of white people without difficulty, because even if he gets drunk and protest, whites will protest because he have signed the certificate. Is a dimension that is invalid. And the above equation is that the Indians are stripped of their clothes and destroyed. There must have been no testimony among the Indians in the first place. Franklin is also a considerable villain.

George Washington (1732-1799), the first president of the United States, also aggressively hunted down Indians. Like Franklin, he wasn't a saint . but went to a slave black woman's hut to have sex and mass-produce his private babies. At that time, he seems to die from the cold he caught. He got what goes around comes around. He made a fortune in tobacco cultivation, where he was committing a black woman who was a causative. It's a story about the Virginia Slim and famous region of tobacco. (American Indian Tragedy 110P)

However, it was too late when the Indians realized the danger of British immigration. In terms of population, British immigrants also outnumbered Indians. There, more and more white people's character of "looting land" is fully demonstrated. On the Indian side, many rebellious heroes appeared, but they were all overwhelmed and the Indian decline was decided. Not a few cases have had a disastrous end due to betrayal of relatives.

The hero's Bleached neck has long been exposed. King Philip, Tecumseh, Sequoia, John Ross, to name a few. Among them, Sequoia was so intelligent that he developed his own characters based on the alphabet and increased the literacy rate of Cherokee Indians.

It goes without saying that the above experience of looting was also utilized in the rule of the Philippines, which was taken from Spain. After the Pacific War, the United States condemned the atrocities that Japanese troops allegedly Overrun in the Philippines, but according to Masayuki Takayama, the atrocities that the United States Overrun in the Philippines are Incomparably terrible.

A word of the day: The story of an Indian woman who married a white leader man called "Pocahontas" in the Disney movie is half-lie. It seems that the woman of that name married a white man, but it seems that she is just one of the inhabitants. This fiction gave whites an excuse to justify the act. (In fact, it had the effect of hiding.)

Native American tragedy

(Asahi Selection 21) Book – 1974/1/1

[a-night-on-polaris]

Sasuke wearing Shingen's armor is a 1000/1000.

[bakugohoex]

Not neccesarily a request, but Porco would be the absolute blast to spend a quarantine lock down with. He would always find something creative to do with you and I stand by the headcannon that be can cook EXCEPTIONALLY well. Ya'll would be eating well. On top of it all, I mean look at him!? He's like a walking sex god. You guys could surely find something entertaining to do. If you get my gist.

“another lockdown with me, baby”

pairing: porco galliard x female reader

cw: modern au, nsfw (shower sex), aftercare

word count: 1200+

a/n: sorry i made this into a headcanon cause i loved the idea sm

summary: in which you and porco spend another national lockdown together

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You remember last lockdown, being confined for 6 months just going on with work on team meetings and having girls night at home.

Yeah, well last time you had Porco with you and it was horrific.

2 months into your relationship you both ended up moving in with each other.

It was Porco’s idea as the idea of not seeing you every day broke him into pieces.

Imagine his little face for a week asking you to move in for hours on end, baby just wants to spend time with his fave girl.

Last lockdown, you both were a fresh new couple. This time, after a year together, it was a lot different. Your dynamic had been made and you both had a routine; he was still the same cocky bastard though.

He’d give such a smug look after hearing another national lockdown was happening, gleaming out a “another lockdown with me, baby”.

Lie ins, lie ins, lie ins, you both worked from home now and had daily meetings after midday. This boy will hold onto you for dear life and will never let you go.

Makes breakfast for you every day, he’s actually a decent cook because he loves food more than he loves you (he’d never tell you that though).

Will give you back massages from the strain of hunching your back in meetings. 

Boys a sweetie.

I know this man would see your bag on any online store and just buy it, he watched how easily you bought stuff last lockdown and now he’s the one buying it for you. Will add other clothes he likes, especially lingerie that he wants you to wear.

Workout who? The most you two do is go on a daily walk after dinner but that is literally it.

Movie nights and just cuddling in general, adorable boys just like you in their arms.

You both have separate nights a week where you have some wine/beer with your friends, he’ll stay in the living room and you in the bedroom, catching up with your own friends.

Definitely have a group call with your mutual friends and play drinking games to let loose.

With spare time, there's one thing that increases with both your alone time.

Sex everywhere, early morning kisses down your neck to the top of your underwear. Shower sex, bending you over whilst you make breakfast for him, before work calls, he’d fuck you and after work calls, he’d have these grabby hands to grab your tits.

This man just missed not seeing them for the two hour call you were both on, will put his head under your shirt and suck on them whilst he takes your jeans off. 

Late night sex, before dinner, just as you’re getting into bed. This man will wake you up at 3am after having a wet dream about you and want to fuck you.

His favourite was shower sex, he’d find himself joining you in the shower. He’d act like he came to wash your hair and body, but one slip of his finger and he began to rub against your clit.

Another rough hand against your mouth and his cock just happened to become hard and rub against your ass.

He will push you into the cold tiles and fuck you senseless, boy loves hearing the moans and soft whimpers you give. The water falling onto your back as his mouth goes to your breasts. Sucking as he slides back and forth with his cock pushing you to your limits.

Hearing you moan his name makes this man go wild, he just loves the sound of his name from your tongue. Will thrust even harder trying to hit every spot in you, this leads to you easily gushing onto his cock. 

Cum on sight, at seeing you cum he will cum back and you become dirtier than you did before you entered the shower. Baby will help you wash up though he may be horny, but he is a sweetie.

“We should do this every day.” He had just finished cleaning the cum from your body, the sweat that had etched onto your skin and the burning sensation away from your cunt. His smooth hands ran across your bare wet body, admiring you like a piece of artwork.

You leant against his body, giving a tired murmur back, “everyday, yeah…”

He laughed at how dull and tired your eyes looked, quickly grabbing the towel and helping you out. His own around his hips loosely, one action and he’d be free to you again, he helped to bring you out of the shower, holding your sore body with a gentle hand. “Couple more steps baby.” 

He left soft kisses against your shoulder as he directed you to the bedroom, he knew you'd be tired to dry your hair and your skin routine. Deciding to let you sit on the bed, he smiled at how you looked dazed almost high, perfect for him. “This one or this one.” He takes out clothes for you to sleep in, but you give a mumble of a third option.

“Your stuff.” He happily obliged grabbing his shirt and your underwear to put on you, you happily lifted your arms letting him put the shirt on before he softly lifted your legs. Small kisses going against your thighs, he was always so tender afterwards, so careful to not hurt you. 

“Let’s dry your hair and put some cream on and then we can cuddle, okay?”

“Okay baby.” You gleamed out watching as he got the hairdryer and easily moved along the bed to dry each part, he had worn some joggers having given you the shirt he was going to wear. His bare back hitting your back as he shuffled around you, he hummed a soft song that you could barely recognise but it soothed you.

“Sleep.” You whined out wanting to feel Porco’s arms around you as you watched some film you could fall asleep too.

“One more step, I know you’re tired, baby.” He put the hairdryer away, grabbing the moisturiser he knew you used. Taking some in his fingers he massages your face giving you a giggle.

You smiled as he rubbed the cream across your face, “my turn.” You pouted, he gave a soft smile, his blonde hair moving to both sides of his head. He passed the cream as you took some in your fingers putting it on his nose. You giggled at the white spots around his face before circling your fingers through it. 

“My skin better be glowing tomorrow.” He joked out as you chuckled at him, you moved backwards, finally reaching to the pillows as you felt it against your head.

Porco smiled seeing how you got under the covers in an instant. He quickly put some random show on, wanting background noise as he joined you in bed. “Come ‘ere.” He beckoned, making you lie beside him, his hand moving to your waist and others moving to cup your chest. 

“I love you.” You spoke slowly under the covers, he looked down to meet your small figure. The way you gave soft mewls at his action of massaging your right boob with his large hand.

“I love you too, baby.” He kissed the top of your head softly, watching how his love fell asleep.

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PART 11 | previously: part 10 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing, implied content (nothing too bad) angst (?)

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi! so psa that im estimating that there will be about 3 more parts after this one :)) maybe more but 3 for sure :)) also i would say im sorry for the pain but im not 😚 enjoy xx

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eleven: I hate you

“You snore when you sleep,” you told Bakugou. The blond was slowly starting to wake up. The two of you tangled together in the sheets of Bakugou’s bed. You turned over to look at him, his hair a complete morning mess.

“Yeah says you princess,” he groaned. His morning voice was deep and raspy. You sat up and watched as Bakugou pulled the covers back over his head. You laughed.

“It’s almost 10am explosion boy, we’ve got stuff to do.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t make me stay up so late I wouldn’t be so tired…”

“Are you saying you’d pick sleep over what happened last night?” You teased. Bakugou took the blanket off of his face and pulled you towards him.

“God no,” he smirked as he pulled you into a kiss. You smiled against his lips.

“Good. Now get up, we’re supposed to start setting up at noon.” Bakugou groaned, not letting go of you.

“Let’s just stay here~” he whined. You chuckled.

“Who knows, maybe after the dance you’ll get lucky again, but we have to set up for that to happen,” you teased. Bakugou jumped up from the bed and tossed you over his shoulder.

“AH-KATSUKI-“

“Well then we’ve gotta get ready!” He laughed as he spun you around. He set you down and kissed your head.

“I’ll see you later dumbass,” you smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Meet me in the common area when you wanna head down, okay?”

“Okay, but you have to let go of me silly.” Bakugou unwrapped his arms from around you.

“Oops.”

“Bye.” You kissed his cheek once more before heading out the door.

Please no one be around.

You opened the door slowly and shut it quietly. You scanned the hallway, hoping no one saw you leaving Bakugou’s room.

Coast is clear.

“Y/N?”

Okay maybe not.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Kirishima, Sero, and Denki staring at you. You couldn’t look any more suspicious. Your hand was still on Bakugou’s door knob, you were wearing his t-shirt, and your neck looked like you had gotten into a paintball match. You sighed and walked over to them.

“Morning guys,” you said confidently, hoping they wouldn’t question you.

“Why were you in-”

“Y/N!” called Bakugou behind you. You jumped and watched as Kirishima, Sero, and Denki’s jaws all dropped at once. You felt Bakugou’s hand on your shoulder.

“You forgot this,” he said plainly. Bakugou dangled your bra in front of your face, and in front of his friends. You snatched the bra from his hands.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you huffed. Bakugou smirked.

“I’ll see you later dumbass.” Bakugou tapped your ass before turning back around and going into his room. You sighed, and just walked around the group of stunned boys before you.

~

You went into your room and plopped down on your bed. You couldn’t believe that last night actually happened. You couldn’t believe that you actually told Bakugou how you felt.

Wait a damn minute.

You sat up from your bed.

Did he say it back? He did right? Oh my fuck he didn’t. Wait? No, he definitely didn’t. Fuck. Maybe he meant to say it and just forgot. Yeah, that’s it.

You took a deep breath. There was no reason to freak yourself out. After all, Bakugou acted like he felt the same. You reassured yourself that everything was fine.

You were supposed to head down to the theatre soon to set up. Prom would be taking place in the same place that the school festival concert was your first year. You had recruited some of your friends to help you set up as well, so you needed to head down to meet them. You changed into some sweatpants and out of Bakugou’s shirt and into a sweatshirt. You felt it was best to return his favorite shirt to him. You then went to go meet Bakugou in the common area.

“Come on Bakugou!” begged Kirishima. You could hear Bakugou, Kiri, Denki, and Sero from across the hall. The boys continued to pester Bakugou.

“Just tell us what’s going on with you and Y/N!” said Denki. You jumped and went to hide by the wall, in hopes of listening in on this conversation.

Please say something nice.

“What the hell are you talking about?” groaned Bakugou.

“Well we did catch her sneaking out of your room this morning. Care to explain?” teased Sero. Bakugou huffed.

“No.”

“Come on man! Are you two a thing now?” Your heart began to beat a little faster.

Please, please.

“Why do you damn extras care so much?”

“Bakugou this is Y/N we’re talking about! Do you see why this is kinda a big deal?” said Denki.

“So what is it? Are you guys a thing or not?” You took a deep breath.

“No.”

Your heart dropped.

“No?”

“No. Nothing is going on with me and Y/N damn it. I-I don’t care about her…” You clapped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“So her sneaking out of your room this morning?”

“That didn’t mean anything. I-I don’t even like her.”

“Well that’s too bad,” whispered Denki.

“Whatever…”

Without thinking, you marched over to the boys.

“Good to fucking know.” You threw Bakugou’s shirt at him. He looked at you, stunned.

“Oh shit-”

“WAIT Y/N!” Bakugou stumbled off of the couch to catch you but you were already walking away.

“Get the hell away from me Bakugou!” You swatted him away from you as he tried to grab hold of your hand. He grabbed your hand anyway, forcing you to look at him.

“Wait Y/N listen I-”

“No, you listen to me Katsuki Bakugou because I’m only gonna say this once,” You looked at him dead in the eyes, while your own began to water.

“I hate you.”

You ripped your hand back from Bakugou and ran down the stairs.

~

His words kept playing on repeat in your head. Over and over again. You sat on the steps on the basement stairs. Your face buried in the palms of your hands. You hated crying but you hated other people seeing you cry even more. You heard footsteps get closer to you but you felt too weak to even get up.

“Y/N…”

“Fuck off Bakugou,” you sniffled.

“I’ll make sure to pass that message onto him.” You turned around and looked up at your friend.

“Oh sorry Iida, I thought you were Bakugou,” you explained. Iida joined you on the stairs.

“That’s okay. The real question is, are you okay? I heard what happened.” You looked at Iida, your eyes red and puffy. You buried your face into his chest, sobbing.

“How could I be so stupid? I’m so naive. I knew that he wouldn’t feel the same and I ignored it. What was I thinking? Fuck, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” Iida rubbed your back.

“You don’t hate him Y/N.” You looked up at him, wiping your face.

“W-What?”

“You don’t hate him,” Iida sighed, “you love him.”

More tears began to stream down your face. Your lips started to quiver even more.

“I-I don’t want to love someone who doesn’t love me back.”

Iida took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped off the remaining tears from your face.

“Look, Bakugou is a complicated guy. Maybe he didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t give a fuck if he meant it or not. He still said it. God-fuck- I just can’t believe I was so stupid to fall for the one person I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Says who?”

“What?”

“Who says you weren’t supposed to fall for Bakugou? Sure, the two of you have a more than strange relationship but that doesn’t mean you weren’t supposed to fall for him,” said Iida. You sniffled.

“Well clearly I didn’t listen to myself because I fell for him anyway. Iida, I hate that I love him so much. Fuck-it’s like whenever I see him or talk to him my heart just goes-” you began to make gestures with your hands. Iida chuckled.

“That’s called feeling happy Y/N,” Iida teased.

“Whatever,” you smiled.

“Who would’ve thought the the only person who could turn you into a hopeless romantic would be Bakugou.”

“I AM NOT A HOPELESS ROMANTIC! Well...maybe I’m just hopeless at this point. I-I just don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

“You’ll know when the time is right. I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks Iida,” you sighed. He smiled.

“Now, no more crying over silly boys. You’ve got a dance to set up.” You nodded.

“I guess you’re right. Mind giving me a hand?”

Iida smiled. “I don’t mind at all.”

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for the "fam" ask!!

I'd like you to do it for any OC(s) you'd like, but you definitely gotta mention something about Masayuki 👀

Ooh! Okie, time for the brainrot, hehe.

There's two different versions of Masayuki - twst AU Masayuki (where he goes through the experiences of Yuu from twisted wonderland with some extra stuff) and homeworld Masayuki (where he stays in his homeworld saving the planet - as one does)

I'm considering merging the two though, and making Masayuki a couple of years older in the twst story im planning for him.

Anyway, I'll be sharing some details about his family for homeworld Masayuki as that ones the most fleshed out.

(quick heads up though, it's still only barely fleshed out. There's a lot more work that I need to put into backstories and the problem is that I come up with stuff on the commute between college and home and forget it before I can write it down lol.)

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- Masayuki has a warm family home living with his mother and father as an only child, raised in Japan.

- His mother, Imene Jinja, is from South America who he picked up many mannerisms from (which often show themselves when he mother hens his friends, or says some sort of southern phrase - e.g. Bless your heart)

- His father, Toshiro Jinja, grew up in Japan and is where Masayuki picked up his attitude towards work and his general work ethic - he learned not to leave a job half finished and see things through to the end.

- Honestly in his early life everything was really wholesome, with his parents being very strongly in love and looking out for Masayuki whenever he needed them.

- They were the only reason that Masayuki ever looked after himself when he was a teenager - and it was only because of them calling to remind him that he remembered to focus on his mental and physical health while battling body horror cuthulu monsters after he moved halfway across Japan.

- He also has a childhood friend-turned-fiance called Aiko. She's the only person who's witnessed Masayuki trying to function while slipping on ice and trying not to fall with a bouquet of flowers in hand whilst looking awkward as hell on their first date.

- (he often called his parents for dating advice or just about how to make her smile because he loved seeing her grin like she did that night)

- They had been dating for a year before they got engaged (and they had both ended up proposing to each other at the same time somehow) and by that time they were expecting their daughter.

- They called her 'Aimi Hirano' as Masayuki expected to be taking Aiko's last name when they married.

- Aimi, when she's born, becomes the centre of Masayuki's world along with Aiko. He cares very much about both of them and will tear apart worlds to keep them both safe - and during the first months of parenthood he can be seen tired as all hell after looking after the baby at night to give Aiko as much rest as she needs.

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Of course there's horrible angst that I could share but I think I'll keep it wholesome for now. I'll probably go more in depth in the fic im planning for him - although I'm going to rewrite many, MANY parts of what I've created already to fit some character changes and actually put together a plan too lol.

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BLCD Review: Sweet Delivery Boy

Title: Sweet Delivery Boy (スウィートデリバリーボーイ)

Release Date: 2018/06/29

Author/Artist: Tatsunomiya Nachi (for storyline), Kiyuhiko (illustrations)

Cast: Katou Masayuki x Suzuki Yuuto

Synopsis: 

Makino Yohei, salary man, employs the service of Sei, a host, from “Penguin Paradise”. Makino instantly becomes attracted to the pure but serious Sei and frequently designates his services. Through the many times their bodies have connected, it seems that their hearts are starting to be connected too. Sei’s always been by Makino’s side to support him through his troubles at work but, Makino’s work starts piling up making him unable to meet with Sei for extended periods of time. When they finally get a chance to meet, Sei comes before Makino covered in bruises?

Review Proper

Man, I knew.

I called it.

After getting my hands on Hako no Naka, I had to carefully plan out the order that I’d be using in listening to the CDs I’ve got. I felt that I had to place Hako no Naka in the middle because of the length and there was a high chance of me being destroyed by it that I needed something to ease my feelings lest Bokura wa Sore wo Koi to Yobu and Yuuwaku no Method disappointed me. And I’m glad I did because my worries came true. I was even planning to listen to Yuuwaku no Method before this and thank God I thought of switching them in the list.

Basically my order goes like this:

1. Bokura wa Sore wo Koi to Yobu

2. Yuuwaku no Method

3. Sweet Delivery Boy

4. Hako no Naka Ori no Soto

5. 30-byou, Sono Ato ni

6. Akai Itou no Shikkou Yuuyo

7. Fruit Gateau au Chocolat 

8. Ten Count 6 (I’m still debating whether to put Fruit Gateau au Chocolat for last because Ten Count 6 might just break me and I sure as hell need a pick me up if it ever does)

So that’ll also be the list of my upcoming BLCD reviews too. 

Anyway, the plot isn’t anything new and there wasn’t too much of a dramatic climax but, damn. The plot execution was E V E R Y T H I N G. I loved the character personalities so much and their relationship with each other was so fucking healthy that it basically blew Yuuwaku no Method out of the water. First of all, can we just have a round of applause for Makino-san?

He’s got the looks, the job, the “Sweet Delivery” in Sweet Delivery Boy, and the literal fucking moves.

I, Francesca Gabrielle Louise Emilia Santiago, award thee, Makino Yohei, 32, salaryman, with 2018′s Seme We All Deserve in the BLCD category.

GOD - HE’S LITERALLY JUST THE BEST. He treats Sei as if he was the most precious being on the face of this earth DESPITE saying that he wasn’t interested in relationships the first time they met. He’s like: “Yeah, I don’t want to get into any relationships right now ‘cause people find me a little too overprotective” and immediately proceeds to treat Sei like he was his bonafide lover. My heart, my soul- 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ Get you a man who takes care of you like Makino-san!

Sei (real name Yoshikawa Hijiri), on the other hand, was the most precious need to be protected boy that deserves all the love and care in the world. He’s so fluffy and adorable so I get exactly why Makino-san fell hard and fast because if I was Makino-san, I would do the same. Can someone give me his bank account so that I could wire him my life savings so he could pursue his dreams of being an architect? I still don’t know why he would undertake such a career in prostitution despite knowing his reasons because honestly, there’s a big leap in the logic there. 😂 I honestly feel bad for his sister for marrying such a monster and I hope he leaves him in the future. 🙇  

I loved the plot so much it was dope and y’all who say otherwise should be prepared to catch these hands. 🔪🔪🔪

Moving on to the technicalities,

KATOU MASAYUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT THE HELL MAN? 

He literally almost threw off Kawahara Yoshihisa from his throne with just this one work???? Kawahara Yoshihisa should be thankful that Katou Masayuki only has Sweet Delivery Boy and SM Gokko this year ‘cause yo boy is out for some fujoshi blood. 😩 I’m now considering listening to SM Gokko too even though I really didn’t like the synopsis - will my new found love of Katou Masayuki cross boundaries, I wonder? I’ve known Katou Masayuki for a while and am familiar with his Deadman Wonderland stint as Senji but more than that, I actually own a lot of his R18 CDs. 😂 His character here was close to his Shimazaki Seiji in Tunaboni’s In The Room which he also executed perfectly. His voice isn’t as deep Kawahara Yoshihisa and is probably within Morikawa Toshiyuki range but, he sound like motherfucking butter and instead of melting, he be the one melting you. 👏 JESUS. I need more of him seriously.

Suzuki Yuuto doesn’t have a lot on this year and so far I’ve only heard him in Koubutsu wa Kossori Kakushite Hara no Naka. He’s not new to this side of the industry and he’s done a pretty good job in the aforementioned work but the plot was shit so he didn’t really grab me much. Yo, if anyone’s planning to co-star with Suzuki Yuuto in the future, they better be looking this BLCD up because Katou Masayuki knows exactly how to work him. This is how you do Suzuki Yuuto, Hatanaka Tasuku. Take notes. Their chemistry here is comparable to Furukawa Makoto and Satou Takuya’s - and this is their first work together, mind you. I don’t think that I’ve seen Suzuki Yuuto work better with anyone else because let’s be honest, he did a great job in Kashikomarimashita, Destiny but he really outshone Hatanaka Tasuku both in side: Master and Answer. 🤷

I really do hope that they co-star again in the future because their pairing is a complete godsend. 🙏

So we’ve got a fairly intriguing and well-executed plot which had a great mix of both bitter and sweet, great character personalities, magic casting and chemistry, and delicious mattress mambos. I honestly can’t praise this enough. This is definitely going to be on my list of my Top Ten for 2018. 

It’s worth the spend, it’s worth the time - if I had the money, I may have just bought it twice. I wish that the writer could pull Kiyuhiko in again so that they could actually turn this into a manga because I’ll gladly buy ten copies. 😭

I highly, HIGHLY recommend this.

[yoolee]

Yukimura Act 2 Thoughts

SPOILERS, spoilers EVERYWHERE and yes this is under a read more but ugh, mobile tumblr, so, be careful. Not edited from when I wrote it June 22 XD

OH MY GOD FEELS EVERYWHERE AAAAAAH

Okay

So

What I loved about Yukimura’s Act 2, more than anything, is that it wasn’t just a story of two people in love – it was a story about an era, and how it ended, and the heroes and villains and ultimately humans who brought it about, and how even when it arrives it isn’t some magical, cure-all divine moment it’s just work and more of it to be done, and real, and horrible, and sad, and uncertain, and hopeful. It was a story about family, found and carried over generations, by choice and blood, and just, ungh. It was a story about love. Romantic love, familial love, the love of a country, the love between brothers and comrades and mentors and just, people. Contrast that with Nobunaga’s route – which I also enjoyed, but was ultimately more the story of a single man’s tragedy. A great man, with echoing impact on an entire country’s history, but it was his story. A GOOD STORY but a different kind. An epic tragedy, very Shakespearean, but like, different

Yukimura’s story isn’t just his. It’s the end of Nobunaga and Mitsuhide and Shingen and Hideyoshiu and Mitsunari’s stories. It’s also MC’s, and Ieyasu’s (oh gosh IEYASU. In this route. WOW feels) and the Sanada’s, etc and so forth. So many supporting characters have to make choices for Yukimura’s story to be told. Nobuyuki, Masamune, Saizo, Masayuki, Ieyasu, Sakai, Kanetsugu, Shingen, Toramatsu, and the MC they all had these beautiful, critical moments where they made a choice that sent Yukimura barreling down the path he ended on. This story wrenched every, EVERY single POSSIBLE scrap of emotion and meaning from every appearance of supporting characters that it possibly could. It all mattered, it all landed. (KUDOS WRITERS)

Nobunaga’s story felt like a cresting wave of his own making that finally broke. Yukimura’s has a similar sense of overwhelming push towards something, but there are countless hands causing it, placing just a moment of faith in this one man who has earned that faith through his own merit, and carries it through the only conclusion that can give them all hope for what they sacrificed for. He wasn’t born or destined to play that role – to fight, yes, but not to be the last lynchpin, the final puzzle piece that had to fall – he was never fighting to have what everyone else was fighting for, for himself. He became the person that had to play that role, by virtue of his strength, by virtue of his pride, by virtue of his, well, virtue, by being someone people built up and put stock into because he could, and he accepted it, and it wasn’t for himself, not in a falsely righteous way, just this deeply grand, quiet, very Yukimura way of feeling compelled to do what he could to help the people who needed it of him. Of doing what, in the end, he believed was right - not Shingen, not his brother or his father, or Saizo, or his wife, but what he felt, with all he was, was right.

By virtue of how much and how deeply and how strongly he was loved, and loved in return, by so, so many.

Now, obviously there’s the whole, born to be a sacrifice thing, but I think his understanding and belief in that changed in a really powerful way. He always believed he would die to bring glory to the Sanada name, and he set that aside out of love for his family. In the end, he didn’t die for the glory of a name. He died so that with his death, with his defeat, no one else would seek him out because of the past glory, hoping to go to war. There is a really, really interesting line I wish I had screenshot where, towards the end, there’s mention specifically of death counting because it is going towards a victory, which is so very odd considering it’s an obviously losing battle, but (and UGH aside – Yukimura is smart. He is. Yes he’s a dumbass in some of the early chapters but in the end we finally get to see that beautiful brain that comes out when he is calm and certain and I was SO HAPPY TO SEE IT) the victory his death is going towards is outside of a single battle. The glory of his name is going to a cause that he has to see through, that he has to do his best for, one way or another. Ultimately, he really, truly dies for love. And glory comes with it, because that is the one cause his death is worth giving for.

And after all that you wonder, you wonder, maybe it really was his fate all along maybe he really was born for that, maybe that’s how it was always, always going to be, just like he said, just like his family built him for, maybe it had to be that way, despite his choices. Or, in fact, BECAUSE of his choices, because he had to be defeated, because he had to choose life, and going home, and family, and hope, and love, to be able to make the sacrifice of his life on the battlefield this one. The last one. For that reason.

There is a sense they ALL had to fall. Nobunaga and Shingen, before the story starts. Hideyoshi, we can assume too, once Mitsunari is on his own his own (assuming, per history, the Toyotomi Yukkins rallies to is the son), the Uesugi are mentioned but not Kenshin. The Maeda too. Yukimura really is the last of his era, he has to go for the new one to have a chance, and he pins all that hope on it being a good one.

The supporting character feels just killed me. Watching Ieyasu barely hold it together as he went on his own arc from mustache twirling villain to broken child to uncertain victor to uneasy ally to source of hope for the future and holder of a dream worth sacrificing for , watching him react to Momo and the MC and Yukimura – that one line ���Bring him alive’ was so perfect, because Nobunaga wouldn’t have hesitated (we saw that in Shingen’s route, right? In his own Act 2, Nobunaga would get what he would have to do) but Ieyasu couldn’t get there yet and that was beautiful to me – AS was the fact it was all moot anyway, and ultimately, Yukimura’s headband was in his hands at the end of it, as it had to be for the crashed wave to recede, and Ieyasu is left standing there, and there’s no triumph. He’s done this thing that everyone, EVERYONE has died for. He has it. It’s over. REALLY OVER. And there’s no joy in him at all, and that’s just a footnote, that’s a whole nother story just going on alongside and intertwined with Yukimura’s. But he’s human at the end of it. He feels. He wants. He maybe even hopes. He’s trying.

And there is an UNDENIABLE impact there - of MC and Momo and Yukkin on him, on the guy who finally does it. On the monster who is has been cracking into human chapter after chapter and has it all, has the entire country, and has to live with it now, after glimpsing something that made something in him respond with a peach ribbon and a desire to see a man live. Seeing this family stand up, steadfast, time and again and again and again, and love, and trust, and hope, and believe and fight and never, ever feel foolish for it because they know what they have and how precious it is and he just maybe, maybe is starting to believe them that it’s precious, just because nothing seems to convince them otherwise.

Masamune’s respect, Kojuro’s little ‘oh you again’, Kanetsugu as ESTEEMED SENSEI IN PARENTING, Saizo’s soft head tilt smiles all over the dang place and then immediately taking Momo all those times, Big Brother Sasuke, Nobuyuki, Masayuki oh my gosh Masayuki. So much love in all of his scenes. That generational sense of family was so powerful too.

And Saizo SAIZO I was about ready to SCREAM when he missed the wedding and then all of a sudden, there he is, with Yukimura’s spear and I was like darn you writers the emotional whiplash is just, unbearable. And he was with Yukimura in the end (and do you think he couldn’t have stopped that poor kid? But he understood it all too. He had to save Yukimura from Ieyasu because Ieyasu was going to let him live, but this kid, this scared, shaking kid with a sword doesn’t know that) and he carries out his last mission, and his flippant farewell – there are so, so dang many Saizo-loves-them-so-much moments, I’d have to screenshot the entire route to capture them all

AND HE SHOWS UP IN THE PRESENT DAY, BLESS.

AND MY SMOLSUKE FEELS. T.T finally got to hear MC say she loved him, and Nobuyuki call him a Big Bro, and Yukkin ALMOST say he loved Saizo RIP my heart, and Yahiko and Smolsuke in the same scene (SMOL SQUAD) hg;g;sdg;gesdghjtre

OVERALL I thought the pacing of the story was really, reaaaaally good (esp compared to Mitsuhide) with regularly placed emotional beats and surprises that made sense, and enough humor and love to make all the hurt bearable.

I have. Exactly two gripes. Two.

1.       Their wedding night, Yukimura is CLEARLY sloshed and yet they have all kinds of passionate love going on, like. Alcohol, folks. It interferes with ability to perform JUST SAYING.

2.       I wanted more of MC remembering than one single line about a promise T.T don’t give me sobbing Yukkins DON’T and then not make it all better HORRIBLE PEOPLE

Ugh I just

There is just so, so so much love in this route. LOVE. Not just romantic love, though it’s there and beautiful, but LOVE. Pure, freely given love. Between Masayuki and his sons, Masayuki and MC and Masayuki and Momo, Nobuyuki and MC/Momo/Yukkins, Saizo and Yukimura, Sasuke and Momo, Sasuke and MC/Yukimura/Saizo, Saizo and MC and Momo, Ieyasu and Momo and Sakai and Ieyasu and Yukimura and Shingen it is everywhere. It is absolutely hard coded into every sentence, every choice, every moment in this story just filling it up and bursting at the seams, and it’s unstoppable. It transcends an era. It transcends not just one man’s death but several - Masayuki, Shingen, Yukimura.

I have a lot of feels

This is probably exactly 11.6% of them.

[natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk]

Top Five Yuuki Ono Roles

In honour of Yuuki Ono’s birthday, I decided to make a top five role list. 

As usual, for me to put a character on this list, I would’ve had to watch at least a couple of episode of their given series with their character in it or at least a good number of clips that showcase them or something. It’s really by my own bias discretion. Since a lot of good roles don’t make it onto the list (because I don’t watch all their roles), I would like to give a few honourable mentions before we start the top five.

Honourable Mentions (That I Haven’t Watched):

Josuke Higashikata (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure):

Okay, I still haven’t watched Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure yet, but I want to watch it eventually. I’ve seen clips and stuff, but I only know that you shouldn’t insult this guy’s hair. That’s about it. I want to watch it just to see some of my favourite seiyuu being badass though. 

Taiga Kagami (Kuroko no Basuke):

Here’s the second most popular Taiga in anime! I just count Taiga Aisaka as the first for obvious reasons. I just have a habit of avoiding sports anime. All I know is, you got yourself a crap-ton of puns and a gay rainbow with a huge exaggeration of basketball (gosh I hate basketball and volleyball because of my experience in real life which obviously have no relation to me being a puny wimp or anything). Anyways, here’s a character whose name isn’t a colour pun.

Shogun (Gintama):

He appears in episode 83 for the first time. I haven’t made it there yet. I do know his fate, but let’s just leave it at that. I’m not ready for the serious side of Gintama. Let’s just keep it at making fun of Shinpachi, please. But seriously, the clips I’ve seen make me think that Shogun is going to bring some good comedic relief with a darker twist. Let’s see how that goes.

Bonus:

TOP FIVE ROLES

5. Karasawa (Danshi Koukousei no Nichijou)

I can already hear the back of my mind going, “This is such a small role. This doesn’t deserve to be here.” Small character or not, I seriously liked this show. The only reason why I gave it a seven out of ten instead of an eight or nine is because the comedy for me is always hit and miss. Sadly, there were quite a few misses which I can’t just ignore. But don’t get me wrong, I really liked this show. If I were to change anything, maybe give this guy some more screen time, and give the high school girls some more good stuff. Honestly, all of them were kind of bitchy, but I would like to see what other high school girl stuff they can include (without them being bitchy). But seriously, Karasawa had some really funny moments. The cast was one of the things that made the show so funny, and I wouldn’t want to read the web manga for that reason. It just wouldn’t be the same. Here’s a clip of him mewing. Here’s the whole playlist.

4. Pin-senpai (Arai Kazuichi)

(That was literally the only gif. RIP)

Another supporting role? Yeah, he has more supporting roles than lead roles in the anime I watch. This character is really simple, but he’s a nice breath of fresh air because hear me out, this series is a cheesy rom-com. To have a character that isn’t involved in relationships (so far) is really nice. He’s only in for the humour, and I like that just fine. He does a good job with it too. Here are some clips of Pin.

3. Masayuki Hori - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

(I don’t know about you, but these are OTP goals)

He’s technically a supporting role, but he’s kind of a main supporting role if you get what I mean. Hori is one half of the comedic duo that’s Kashima and Hori. They break down the stereotype that only girls are the “tsunderes” of relationships, and it’s really funny while doing it. I loved watching Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun. I still rewatch some of it to this day. Even if my favourite characters are Seo and Mikorin, I have to applaud the rest of the cast because this is a colourful show where the cast is really what makes the show great. Clips of Hori

2. Ashiya Shirou - Hataraku Maou-sama

I didn’t enjoy this anime as much as people said I would. My sense of humour is weird. I didn’t like the actual storyline. I found the overarching “supernatural” elements really weak, and so is the romance for that matter. The real good stuff from this show is in the comedy (where they spent a good chunk of their time). He’s the housewife while the demon king is the breadwinner who works at McDonald's (call it what you will, that place is McDonald's). He’s committed, devoted, and I really wouldn’t be surprised if someone on Tumblr made a yaoi/gay ship out of this. Somehow, Tumblr never fails in finding some weird ships that I didn’t know existed. Here are a couple of my favourite scenes here and here and here. They’re less than a minute each. I think one is about five seconds. And one of them has subtitles that go by fast, but it doesn’t matter. That priceless scream from Osaka Ryota and Yuuki Ono during the five-second one though.

1. Kaname Tsukahara - Kimi to Boku

(I COULD BARELY FIND A GIF ANYWHERE FOR THIS. I HAD TO GO OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR FOR THIS. THIS SHOW NEEDS SOME MORE VIEWERS)

Why does nobody seem to watch this show or read the manga? Why is this manga on hiatus? How long has it been? Is the mangaka feeling better yet? Mangaka need to take better care of themselves (I shouldn’t be the one saying that with the habits I have). But seriously, would you look at that? Here’s a role where he’s the protagonist. Kaname is our glasses protagonist who seems to be a good student, but he still hangs out with his group of weird friends who he has known since childhood (for the most part). Kaname is different from the rest of them, and they definitely do a lot to make sure of that, and I really liked the way that each of the characters is portrayed in this show. The cast is kind of stacked. Not going to lie, I watched it to hear Kouki Uchiyama playing a quiet character with some toned down edge. It’s so simple yet so nice to watch.

[a-chinese-doll]

WHY NOT ME?

Chapter 1

You and Choso had been living together for some time. After the terrible events plaguing the world of sorcery had come to an end, you thought it was only fair to suggest he stay with you. He didn’t have a place to go, he was alone, and you had felt lonely so many times in a house that was way too big for just you, a place bought by your parents in the heart of Shinjuku.

His heart nearly exploded the day you asked him to move in. After everything you’d been through together, including the war against Kamo Noritoshi, he held an immense respect for you—respect and gratitude. After all, you took care of his little brother Yuuji as his teacher and fought by his side in one of the most brutal battles the world of sorcery had ever witnessed. In return, Choso was always kind and helpful, perhaps even too present in your daily life. But let’s be real—his absolutely submissive and servile attitude? He called it gratitude; everyone else called it love.

Yes, Choso Kamo was madly in love with you, and you were probably the only one who hadn’t realized it.

Everyone else, including Yuuji, had noticed. They saw the way he blanked out just to stare at you, how he jumped every time you said his name. Whenever he talked about you, his eyes sparkled with admiration. He always made time for you, whether it was buying groceries, accompanying you to run errands, or helping with chores. He was always there, though he kept hiding his feelings behind his aloof mask of indifference.

No, he would never tell you what he really felt. He had reached some sort of balance within himself, and simply sharing space with you—having meals together, spending evenings in front of the TV after tiring days—was enough.

His primal appetite? Well, he could handle that in the privacy of his room, the one you had so kindly given him, without you ever hearing him, of course. His big, calloused hand would never compare to yours—small and delicate—and it could never be worthy of your adorable pussy, but that was still fine. He didn’t want to disrupt the balance lingering in the wonderful connection you had crafted together.

However, there was one thing that Choso absolutely could not tolerate: in recent weeks, you had started seeing a man. Who the hell was this guy to barge into your lives and ruin the harmonious atmosphere you had forged?

Masayuki was his name; he was the son of a wealthy owner of a notorious company in Tokyo. Choso had seen him several times, and every little gesture, every annoying laugh, infuriated him. All he wanted was to punch the guy in the face and make him disappear. But out of respect for you, he restrained himself, often gritting his teeth and blowing off steam by training or wandering the streets of Tokyo, most of the time with his younger brother.

Masayuki was, in all honesty, a charming guy, and with his connections and expertise, he could secure you a bright future. Yet, Choso often wondered what you saw in him. You weren’t the type to get involved with guys like that; you were much simpler and down-to-earth, just like him—a half curse fighting to carve out his own place in the world. How could it be that you had never even considered him as a potential partner?

He was always so caring, so sweet, and he would have given everything for you—even his own life, as he had proven multiple times in combat. Not to mention that his body was strong and well-defined, molded by arduous fights and countless hours of training, his muscles perfectly chiseled like a Greek sculpture. Why had you never laid your eyes on him?

It didn’t make sense.

Choso often caught himself fantasizing about what it would be like if you were to finally see him as more than just a friend. He imagined scenarios where he could show you just how much he cared—as if he didn't already demonstrate it daily—where he could prove that he was worthy of your love. But every time he saw you with Masayuki, that fantasy shattered into a million pieces, replaced by the harsh reality of his unrequited feelings.

That evening, you were in the bathroom getting ready, waiting for your phantomatic date to show up, while Yuuji and Choso sat in the living room, waiting to leave right after him picked you up to take you to a very fancy place in Shinjuku, the most renowned and expensive restaurant in the area - he said.

At 8 PM, as expected, there was a knock at the door. Still busy fixing your eyeliner, you asked Choso and Yuuji to help greet your guest.

“Choso, could you please open the door?” Despite his grunt of disapproval, Choso reluctantly got up from the couch to answer.

“Who is it?” he asked. He knew perfectly well who it was, but he would have much preferred if someone had come to report that Masayuki had gotten himself into some kind of trouble and wouldn’t be showing up, disappearing from your life for good.

“It’s me, Masa,” a gentle voice replied from the other side of the door.

Choso rolled his eyes and proceeded to open the door. Standing in front of him was the slender figure of Masayuki. He was handsome, with black hair fashioned in a slightly longer bowl cut and deep, almond-shaped eyes of intense blue. His pale skin highlighted his pink lips, making his smile charming like that of a Disney prince.

Disgusting.

He wore an elegant black suit, tailored perfectly to his slim frame, the fabric catching the light just right to enhance his sharp features. A pin, bearing the emblem of the company his father founded, glinted subtly on the lapel, adding a touch of sophistication that only amplified his already considerable lure.

Revolting.

Yes, he was utterly sickening!

Yet, the cruel reality was that you preferred this polished, perfect guy with clean hands and composed demeanor over the rough and slightly disheveled man who had always supported you on the battlefield.

Choso cast a bored look at him. Apparently, tonight his dark eyes were glaring more fiercely than usual. He gave him a once-over, trying to suppress the urge to slam the door in his face and break that perfect nose of his. But no, once again, he held back his impulses.

Masayuki felt crushed under the weight of Choso’s stare and timidly asked, “Can I come in?”

The half-curse narrowed his eyes, making a grimace of disapproval as he continued to glare at him, as if Masayuki were the most abominable monster he had ever encountered, then stepped aside, leaving the door open, and returned to slump back on the couch beside Yuuji. The latter quickly jumped up, trying to make up for his older brother’s lack of respect. He warmly welcomed Masayuki, closed the door behind him, and invited him to sit.

Masayuki’s awkward attempts at small talk were met with silence from Choso, who seemed to be in a world of his own, utterly uninterested in the conversation unfolding.

“So, how’s it going lately?” the well-mannered boy asked enthusiastically.

Choso didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on the TV.

“Great! Life’s been going really well” Yuuji replied to desperately keep the conversation alive.

Then Masayuki started talking, inappropriately, about the place you two were going that night. He made comments about the ambiance, insinuating that the restaurant was the perfect setting for a romantic encounter, complete with suggestive remarks about the type of food and drinks that would heighten the experience.

Choso’s grip on the remote tightened, his knuckles turning white. Every mention of the night out irritated him so much that it felt like his brain was on fire, his heart pounding with rage. Why was he discussing plans that involved you and that pretentious guy?

As clearly demonstrated by the throbbing vein on his temples, Choso was furious to the max. So, instead of listening, he turned up the volume on the TV, drowning out the poor Masayuki’s voice as if it were some annoying background noise.

Yuuji gave him a warning look, but Choso only made an indecipherable expression and continued to stare at—no, not really watching—the show on TV.

Finally, after a good twenty minutes, you emerged from your room. For perhaps the first time in your life, you had dressed in a truly feminine way. A beautiful black dress hugged your waist, the wide, gothic-style sleeves falling just to the middle of your hands. The soft neckline offered a glimpse of your collarbone and, perhaps a little too much, your cleavage, accentuated by the push-up bra you had chosen to wear. Your figure appeared even more refined thanks to the high heels that added a touch of lightness and made your body look longer and more elegant. Your hair was carefully tied into a chic bun, adorned with a stunning white Sakura flower hairpin.

As you made your entrance into the room, silence fell. No one had ever seen you so dolled up before. Even your makeup was striking. You were already a naturally beautiful girl, needing little to enhance your looks, but tonight... tonight, you were truly enchanting—perfectly suited for the chic venue where you were headed.

When Choso turned to look at you, he couldn’t help but show an almost dazed expression. He was mesmerized by your appearance, his jaw dropping open in disbelief. Stunning—like a nymph, the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. And, unfortunately for him, you belonged to someone else.

There was a small detail to add regarding Choso's obsessive reverence for you. He often found himself subject to rather spontaneous reactions whenever you were around; without warning, his shaft would spring to attention in the blink of an eye, and it was impossible to control. This time was no different.

Yuuji noticed his brother's loose pants clearly tenting under the pressure of his aching erection, desperate to be set free. With an incredulous look, he elbowed Choso, shooting him an embarrassed glance. "Seriously, man? Control yourself," he whispered, trying to stifle a laugh while feeling embarrassment and concern for his brother.

Choso snapped out of his reverie, quickly pulling his hoodie down over his pelvis to hide his sudden, physical admiration for your body, a furious blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Beautiful!” Masayuki stood up from his seat, arms wide open, practically worshipping your appearance. “Stunning! You’ll be the most gorgeous woman of the night; every man will have their eyes on you.” Then, in a softer voice, he teased, “And so will I…” as he approached you.

Hearing those words made Choso’s blood boil, jealousy flooding through him so intensely that the marks on his face began to shift in response.

“Choso,” Yuuji whispered, urging him to keep his composure. Choso gritted his teeth, struggling to stay calm as he watched Masayuki wrap his arm around your waist. He would’ve ripped that arm off with his teeth if he could. It should’ve been HIM in that egotistic jerk’s place, wrapping his powerful biceps around your waist, brushing against the thin black dress you wore. God, that dress, how could he have taken his eyes off you? Trying to focus his attention elsewhere from your curves was almost an impossible task... the truth is, calm and composed Choso was a pervert when it came to you, and the way your thong peeked slightly through the delicate fabric only fueled his fervent imagination. He couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to slip his hand under your gown when you least expected it, watching you gasp in embarrassment as he pulled you closer, fucking you everywhere while your dress slid up and your underwear fell to your ankles. But that wasn’t the case. He wouldn’t be the one accompanying you tonight, kissing you, or giving you pleasure.

Fuck off, you two-bit dandy.

He hated how helpless he felt, knowing he might lose you to someone who seemed to have it all— Money, charm, and a knack for giving you the most enticing experiences he couldn’t replicate. It just wasn’t fair.

What could he have done?

Absolutely nothing.

His fear of losing you and his desire to see you happy left him with only one option: being stuck on the couch, suffocating in silence, while that stupid was taking you away from him. All he could do was watch as Masayuki became the one you turned to, the one you chose, while he remained in the shadows, wishing for a chance he might never get.

“Guys, don’t wait up for me tonight. Choso, I’ve got my keys, so go ahead and sleep,” you said.

Choso’s gaze still wandered over your body, but he did everything he could to hide what he was feeling. “Alright… but, anyway… call me if anything happens,” he muttered, his dark eyes landing on Masayuki with a clear warning.

Masayuki gulped and quickly pushed you out the door, shutting it behind him as you waved goodbye to your friends. Silence enveloped you two, abruptly shattered by his single unsettling remark.

"Gosh… he scares me," he grumbled as soon as the door clicked shut.

"Who?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Choso… your roommate. I don’t think he likes me."

"Scary? Him? He’s harmless," you laughed softly. "Just a bit protective of me. We’ve been through a lot together."

Masayuki frowned, still uneasy. "Are you sure there’s nothing more going on?"

You shook your head, brushing off the suggestion. "No, not at all… Choso’s not into that kind of stuff," you assured him, ending the conversation about this subject, though deep down, your date’s judgment of one of the best people you’d ever met gnawed at you more than you cared to admit.

Meanwhile, Choso and Yuuji were left on the couch. Choso’s hungry dick was still pressing against his boxers, making him incredibly flustered.

“I’m gonna take a cold shower, and then we’ll go out,” he growled at his little brother. Yuuji nodded, frowning, clearly worried about his reaction.

As Choso entered the bathroom and slipped into the shower, his eyes landed on his prominent erection that kept reminding him how beautiful you were, inside and out... He didn’t even have time to deal with it properly, as he had promised Yuuji they’d go out for dinner together.

He let the cold water wash over him, hoping it would cool down his raging body. He wanted to follow you to the restaurant, wanted to get rid of that Masayuki and keep you by his side. God, the frustration was unbearable!

The half-curse ran his hands through his hair and, in a stupid display of self-loathing, began hitting his forehead against the shower wall.

"I’m... such... an idiot!" he shouted to himself, his voice echoing in the small bathroom.

His masochistic outburst was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"You good in there?" Yuuji asked cautiously.

"Yeah..." Choso replied curtly, quickly stepping out of the shower, even though his body was still painfully aroused.

Yuuji rolled his eyes; this situation had been dragging on for months now. No matter how much he encouraged his older brother to make a move, nothing ever changed.

After cooling down a bit, Choso decided to spoil his little brother with a burger, taking him out for the evening. But the tension never fully left his body, his thoughts still stuck on you. The image of you with Masayuki bothered him, fueling his irritation. He clenched his jaw as they sat at the diner, annoyed and restless, feeling powerless against the guy who pissed him off so much.

“So… when are you gonna tell her?” Yuuji asked, biting into his burger. Choso was distracted, furiously scrolling through Instagram stories (Yuuji had been a good teacher when it came to the customs of human beings.) trying to figure out how your night was going. Seeing pictures of you with Masayuki was the most maddening thing he could have imagined.

"Choso," Yuuji called again, louder this time to get his attention.

Choso finally looked up at his younger brother. “When are you gonna tell her?”

“What?” he asked, pretending not to understand.

"Don’t play dumb… that you like her. When – are - you – going - to – tell - HER?"

Choso averted his gaze, taking a sip of the lemonade he’d ordered. “Never, that’s not gonna happen,” he said flatly.

“What? Why? I think Y/N’s the only one who hasn’t noticed you’re into her. You need to tell her, for your sake… for you two. We both know she has nothing to do with that guy.”

Choso started blowing bubbles in his drink, the loud sound of the popping liquid reflecting his anxiety about the conversation. “Not gonna happen,” he repeated, pulling away just one second from the straw before going right back to blowing into it.

"Not gonna happen…? But you live with her. How do you not lose your mind? I mean, you got hard just watching her walk out of the room. Don’t you want to… you know…"

Choso turned his gaze away again, fixing it on a small white spot on the wall.

Don’t you want to…? His brother’s implication was clear.

Of course he wanted to! He wanted you 24/7, constantly fighting to keep his urges in check, hiding his spontaneous reactions.

His mind drifted to the marble kitchen island, placed in the center of the room where you often found yourselves preparing lunches and dinners together. He’d lost count of how many times he’d imagined hugging you from behind while you cooked, then lifting you up onto that gray marble and ravaging you like a beast in heat. How many times? Who knows!

Everything about you drove him insane: your voice, the way you teased him by calling him Onii-chan, your movements, your easy-going attitude. He loved even your oddities, like how you casually spread your legs on the sofa during your evenings together, so effortlessly masculine, or the quirky dances you made up while listening to music. He adored your spontaneity in every action—whether you were cooking for him, smiling, or petting your cat. And your scent... Argh! Your scent was intoxicating; that jasmine fragrance you always carried with you was something he inhaled deeply at every opportunity.

Pitiful… he was so damn pitiful.

Choso rolled his eyes, not because of Yuuji’s inappropriate questions, but because the mere thought of you had caused yet another standing up that day—not his second one, anyway, but this time in public. He was still trying to figure out how the hell he had managed to get rid of the one he had before. He growled under his breath, adjusting his hoodie to conceal the boner in his pants. He then gulped down the entire lemonade before throwing himself back, slamming his frustrated body into the diner seat.

The half-curse tried to shake off thoughts of you, desperate to calm down his little -not very little- friend, still once again trapped in the confines of his stupid choices.

“Not... gonna... happen...” he muttered, squeezing the straw from the empty glass, crumpling it up, and tossing it furiously onto the table.

Yuuji remained quiet, biting his burger. “Well... whatever you think is best,” he mumbled with a shrug, diving back into his food.

Meanwhile, your night was getting a hell of a lot spicier upon entering the club adjacent to the fancy restaurant Masayuki had brought you to. After downing a few drinks—probably a few too many for Masayuki—and dancing to the club's thumping music, he couldn’t resist the urge to pin you against the wall and make out with you. His hips were grinding against yours, his mouth crashing into your lips and leaving hickeys along your neck like a damn roadmap.

“Don’t leave marks on my neck, Masa,” you whispered, but he was too lost in the moment, shoving you against the wall of the private room without a care for your wishes.

In just seconds, he had you on the couch in the private area, roaming your body with his hands like he owned you, and without your consent.

“Masa, you’re overdoing it,” you whispered, clearly embarrassed, yet he didn’t give a shit. Tonight, he wanted to fuck you, and he was determined to do it. You weren’t ready—not in this state... and definitely not with him...

Yes... not with him... deep down, you knew Masayuki wasn’t the right person for you. You were well aware that your soul belonged to someone else, someone you were too shy, hesitant, and scared to confess your feelings for. That someone was always waiting for you at home, staying by your side...

You fool...

Inadvertently, Masayuki shoved his hand under your dress, trying to yank at your thong, but you squirmed, pushing him away with all your might. He wasn’t strong; he was slim and not particularly muscular—definitely weaker than you—so you shoved him back easily.

What was hard to swallow were his insults afterward.

“Come on, don’t be such a tease!” he sneered, his confidence shaken but still trying to regain control of the situation.

“I don’t want to… not here… not now… I’m not ready,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly as you pushed him away again, hoping he would understand.

"Bitch, we’ve been seeing each other for weeks now, and you still haven’t opened your legs for me! You, fucking gold digger!” You stared at him in disbelief as he smashed a glass full of champagne on the floor. “Either you let me fuck you tonight, or it’s over between us!”

No one had ever insulted you like that, and your anger boiled over. Your response was inevitable, as expected from a fierce and independent woman like you.

“You know what? Fuck you. There’s no way I’m opening my legs for a scumbag like you, especially not in a club surrounded by people while you’re shit-faced drunk. Who the hell cares that you have money? Stay the hell away from me; I don’t give a damn about that!”

As expected, Masayuki stormed out, leaving you alone in the club while tears streamed down your face. You felt more devastated by the realization that you had deluded yourself into thinking you’d found someone worth your time than by actually losing him.

Sitting on the plush sofa, you poured yourself a glass of the expensive champagne he had bought.

“Fuck men,” you muttered, pulling your phone out of your bag.

When you guided your fingers over it, the screen lit up, welcoming you with one of the photos you cared about most.

For some reason, the wallpaper on your phone featured you, Yuuji, and Choso together—the only people you truly trusted. Choso rarely smiled, but in that photo, his subtle grin seemed to be the brightest of them all... He was the one man who stood out among all these ridiculous human beings, paradoxically being only half-human.

You dragged your fingers across the screen of your phone, contemplating whether to disturb the brothers’ evening because of your stupid fight with that jerk.

But the answer was clear: you needed to spend time with the one person you knew you could count on. So, instinctively, you dialed Choso’s number—you knew it by heart, after all.

[tabundabun]

Not as good as I thought, not as bad as you said. (part4/?)

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5

Taking the "controversy" about the live action adaptation of Cowboy Bebop as an opportunity to analyzing the anime from Japanese perspective

cw// "Representation wise, the 90s anime was generally not that great" talks like pointing out uses of the F-slur and stereotypes and the lack of diversity, “The anime is not bad but wrong at some/many points” perspective [I'm not trying to convince to change the opinions about the live action was enjoyable or not, my opinion about the live action is "okay". I hope this post will not be used to bash it.]

[I’m here to just give a crap about some obvious bigotry on social media which pretend as "they ruined my childhood" defense and stop the prove-yourself-as-a-true-anime-fan-tough-guy-desu!-championship.]

[Since Netflix doesn't let me watch any dub/sub other than Japanese, most quotes from the anime are translated by myself.]

[Honorifics omitted.]

Reassigning ethnicity and cultural localization is also a form of translation/adaptation.

For example, the line "Randy, Blanket, and Hills" in Wild Horses is a part of baseball references, but it’s harder to notice than the “Blue Socks” one for foreign people. It’s a parody of Randy Bass, Kakefu Masayuki, and Okada Akinobu; the baseball players who played in Japan and they’re also the three big figures of the victory of Hanshin Tigers in 1985. The names Blanket and Hills was taken from literal translation of 掛布 ("a cloth to cover" or "covering with a cloth") and 岡田 ("a rice field in the hills"), and the line "They won the league 14 years ago" is also a nod to the victory of Hanshin Tigers in 1985, which was 14 years before the original air of Wild Horses. If you want to tell the joke in another language/country, you need to “translate” the essence of it. If you don’t like the translation, just watch the original.

To be honest, I like the “translation” about Jet in the live action, though it can be called “simplification” too, but I think his domestic nature (not only his conservative view about women, he has a obviously women-like role on the ship. I really want to talk about it, but keep it for later) is hard to recreate, and it’s a good opportunity to “modernize” the franchise since the live action is made in an American studio in the 2020s.

Actually the reason some people go nuts that... the live action is... not bigot-friendly? It’s funny to see a nerd (who basically bashing everything about the live action because “it’s not same as anime”) gets mad like “live action Alisa is cheating bitch blah blah...” when I already saw other nerds bashed anime Alisa for “not being mindless doll” aka just left from her boyfriend because their relationship is not a equal one and she want to change it even if the way she choose was reckless. They just can’t stand a woman who has her own mind.

I think the change is not about Alisa but Jet, because she’s still a little helpless woman who needs somebody she can rely on to raise her child, and being bossy to your partner means you're a terrible person in 2021. Isn’t it obvious? They made him a “less messy” person and emphasized his sweet side. Maybe it was a bit much, but they know the truth: Jet+kids=best.

(put the whole conversation about “boyfriend” aside) (you’re younger than you look but still too old for her, man.)

Additionally, Shakir’s acting is better than the Japanese dub.

Though the Japanese dub is one of the greatest points of the live action; the localization staff gathered almost all of the original cast of the anime and it’s like a huge reunion, yet the absence of Ishiduka (Jet’s original VA) hurts me a lot.

It doesn't matter that the VA's voice doesn't sound like the original because there’s no perfect replacement for Ishiduka, but the VA's way of speaking doesn't sound like the original, and it makes itself hard to watch.

[sparklyjojos]

Let’s Read & Suffer: Tsukumojuku by Maijō Ōtarō [part 19]

Today`s recap: In which Tsukumojuku finally enters the Illusionary Castle, reunites with a character that I honestly forgot existed, discovers a very convoluted serial killer puzzle, and then things once more get pretty damn meta. [tw: gore]

STORY 4 PART 3

After Tsukumojuku discovered her crime, Serika and Seshiru had to escape once more. They both looked very hurt, with Serika crying and saying that she didn’t want to get separated from Tsukumojuku again, even if she understood that he had his own life now, what with his marriage and kids. [No, I don’t know how he can get married at like 16 either.]

(Love was a memory kept by the whole body. Made in the brain, spread with the blood throughout one’s entire being, and would never cease. ...and the love he once held for Serika was nothing more but a distant memory, he realized.)

When the twins fled Chofu, they left two disembodied hands of a man in the hidden room. According to Serika, that man’s name was Okubo Kengo. Well, that's proof enough. Tsukumojuku returned Ryouko's hollowed-out body to the police, and said that the criminal was Seshiru, leaving out the truth about Serika. A lot of bodies were later pulled out of the river, among them Okubo Kengo.

Tsukumojuku got the 10 million yen prize, transferred half of it to the twins' bank account, bought the magazines for his mother-in-law, and returned home in time. Whew! The mother-in-law questioned why he only got half the money, and he couldn't thought of a reason other than “er, must have dropped it on the way here?”, but it seemed they believed him.

He then learned that since Yanbe Tetsuo, the Illusionary Castle's owner, was quite rich, a prize for solving the Castle case had been funded: 30 million yen, which was something they could definitely use.

–

That night Tsukumojuku read the Third Story. Apparently Okubo Kengo was a serial killer there. In reality... well, you could say a lot of killing was done by his hands. [*rimshot*] In the Third Story, Seiryoin Ryusui was trapped in the Castle... maybe that meant they’d meet tomorrow, once Tsukumojuku got through the underground waterway. (The Castle’s underground... wasn’t that where the monster Gajobun was supposed to live?...) Maybe him thinking about the flag of Gibraltar, showing a key under a castle, really did make sense after all. Did the cross and the crown mean something too?

When he went to the park next morning, there was still a lot of policemen in there, investigating the terrain around the hidden room. A journalist came up to him like “Oh, so you're that Great Detective Tsukumojuku”. Since Tsukumojuku was afraid Ms Suzuki or Tsutomu would learn from the media where he is, he made the journalist faint before he could get any material. The police warned him against more noisy reporters, and didn’t say anything as he entered a manhole, although they looked a bit confused as to why he was doing that. Tsukumojuku went some distance underground, turned on the flashlight he'd brought with him, and looked around.

The waterway was full of ghosts.

STORY 4 PART 4

Of course the waterway was full of ghosts, their faces twisted in sadness or anger; lots of people had died in the Castle. Maybe they were trying to look for their way back? As he walked forward, their numbers increased, until he had to practically squeeze between them to proceed. Finally, he found the place where all the souls were looking up at the same spot. A hole in the ceiling. It seemed no soul could pass through it: a lot of them were frozen in mid-air reaching for it, and Tsukumojuku used that fact to climb them like a makeshift ladder. [Sure.]

Once he climbed out, he noticed a rope ladder, that this “Seiryoin” had probably been using to exit the Castle. If he really was the culprit of the Geneijo case, and these souls were the victims, then it’s kinda weird they didn’t do anything to him.

Tsukumojuku wandered the Castle’s cramped passages for some time before hearing upset voices:

“...I don't knoooow! This makes no sense! Enough! Enough!” “Calm down, Abe.” “I'm serious! I want out of here, right now!” “Stop crying, it's annoying! There's no reason for it! We're fine! Your assistant should be able to do something...” “He’s not my assistant, he’s more like a little brother to me...”

Following the voices, Tsukumojuku opened the door to what looked like a giant chapel, with stone pillars and stained-glass windows. Above the altar, maybe 15m above the ground, a giant crucifix with a figure of Christ was suspended. There were about 20 men and women in the chapel, and one of them was someone very familiar to Tsukumojuku: Abe Atsushi, or Daibakusho Happy. (安倍敦, or 大爆笑ハッピ)

[If just like me you have already forgotten who the hell was that -- it’s that private tutor from the First Story who couldn’t teach for shit, constantly repeated the rakugo “Dowry”, and hanged out with little Tsutomu a lot.]

Tsukumojuku followed Abe’s horrified sight to see what this was all about. On the altar, there was a box with a woman's head inside. Her pale face had a red circle painted on the right cheek, and a blue circle on the left cheek. Her eyes were open, dark eyeliner and fake eyelashes applied. On the box’s inner side was written the name “Geneijo” in red, and the number “5” in blue. On the head's right side somebody had put a clown doll dressed in black.

Oh, and there were 42 other boxes.

Small or large, all rectangular, sometimes containing a head and sometimes half a body. All were decorated with colors, had some kind of toys inside, and were numbered.

Three boxes didn't have bodies: one was numbered “7″ (seventh column from the left) that happened to be next to another “7″. “5″ (tenth column) was empty too, and also had another “5″ as a neighbour. A “1″ (2nd column) also had another “1″ next to it, but instead of being empty, it contained a hand made of clay. So, a double box number would distinguish the empty ones?

The 43 boxes all symbolized individual covers of the 1975-1999 issues of Geneijo, a detective novel magazine. The empty boxes corresponded to '75 July Extra Issue (with Edogawa Ranpo on the cover), and '76 May Special Issue (with Yokomizo Seishi). The box with black clay hands was the '78 New Year Special Issue.

[The next four pages are Tsukumojuku’s drawings of the boxes -- don’t worry, you don’t actually have to pay any attention to these for the plot, but I’m putting them here just because. 

Columns 1-2:

Columns 3-5:

Columns 6-8:

Columns 9-11:

–

Among them Tsukumojuku found Ryouko’s head, wrapped in pink scarf, with lips painted pink. (He hoped the white rose in the box would be, as stupid as it sounded, a bit of a comfort to her lost soul... though her soul was still stuck behind that bookshelf.) 

He quickly understood the reason why the criminal had used 12 bodies from outside the Castle. During its first year being in circulation, the Geneijo magazine was published by a company called Geneisha, which eventually bankrupted. The magazine was from then on published by a new company called just Geneijo. So the first year issues, from February '75 to January '76, were “from outside Geneijo” -- from outside the Castle. And so were the victims.

- - -

Tsukumojuku approached the group of people, and told Abe that he was Tsutomu's older brother. Abe recognized him (“Oh, it’s you! You alright? How did you get here? Does Tsutomu know you’re here?”) Tsukumojuku told them about the waterway entrance, and everyone cheered, for some reason shouting “Kick-kick-kick, four-dimensional kick” in happiness. A tall man thanked Tsukumojuku for coming, said that everyone in the chapel was an entertainment group [as in actors] called the Angel Bunnies, and asked for his name.

“I’m the Great Detective Tsukumojuku.”

The cheering stopped abruptly.

"What the fuck?!” Abe yelled in tears. “That's already the third Great Detective Tsukumojuku! I don't understand anything! Is the world made out of Tsukumojukus?!”

The tall man tried to console Abe saying that it was all fine, they could leave now -- but Tsukumojuku quickly said that actually, they couldn't leave yet, since the criminal may be among them.

“But,” he said, “I can guarantee that the case will be solved in the next 30 minutes!” Just in time to get back home for lunch. “So please be patient and--”

“But that's exactly what the other Tsukumojuku sa-a-aid...!” Abe was completely hysterical, so Tsukumojuku asked everyone else to look away and took off the sunglasses. Now that the nuisance was temporarily gone (along with two other people too curious for their own good who also had looked his way), he put the glasses back on.

The tall man was like “oh shit, that really is the Great Detective Tsukumojuku, what's with the unnatural beauty and all”. Huh? So that other “Tsukumojuku” was just as beautiful as him?

- - -

The Angel Bunnies introduced themselves to Tsukumojuku. [You don’t have to remember these names at all, don’t worry.]

The name of the tall man was Fukushima Manabu (福島学). People who had fainted alongside Abe were Kawabe Keisuke (河辺恵介) and Nakai Sayaka (中井紗也香).

Other members, men: Kawai Kazuhiro (河合一洋), Hongou Takeshi (本郷雄士), Tanaka Masatsugu (田中正嗣), Kumono Takuya (雲野巧也), Hoshino Masato (星野真人), Aoyama Gen (青山元), Furutaka Masayuki (古高雅之).

Other members, women: Mizoroki Fumie (溝呂木文枝), Kajiwara Ayako (梶原亜矢子), Nomura Rie (野村りえ), Obata Aki (尾畑亜紀), Nonaka Mami (野中麻美), Yoshida Yukino (吉田由貴乃), Iwai Yumi (岩井ゆみ).

A total of 19 people. There were 20 of them once, but unfortunately Higashimoto Mika (東元美佳) was currently stuffed in the box symbolizing the November '76 issue of Geneijo.

As for what they were doing there: apparently Tsutomu (now Great Detective Daibakusho Curry) had been invited to the Castle party. He and Abe were a part of the Angel Bunnies, so when he got the invitation to the Castle, everyone went together with him to have some fun.

Needless to say, it wasn’t fun. Among other casualties, Seiryoin Ryusui vanished without a trace the very first day. Other weird shit was going on too. Apparently some actual JDC members had appeared out of nowhere: Ajiro Souji, Hikimiya Yuuya (氷姫宮幽弥), and the Detective God Tsukumo Juku himself. The rumor was that they had come to protest the publishing of Seiryoin's JDC books, and that Tsutomu / Daibakusho Curry was secretly cooperating with them.

Three JDC detectives... each with his own method of reasoning. Ajiro Souji would ponder the topic endlessly, Detective God would wait patiently and gather evidence that showed up with time, and Hikimiya was mostly there to write the data down. Apparently this now meant that Ajiro was worrying himself with Geneijo on a break from his usual telephone detective stuff. Detective God mostly closed himself in his room and napped [probably because why bother when the evidence hadn’t showed up yet?]. Hikimiya was running around and calculate many weird things like how many chairs and bed there was on the first floor (the same that the number of pages in Seiryoin’s Cosmic, apparently), the number of windows (99, like the number of chapters in Joker), and how much space the carpet took (the same as all the illustrations, table of contents etc. in Carnival.)

Hikimiya was now busy reading through the entirety of the library, counting how many times individual characters show up, or some weird specific shit like that. (...Tsutomu’s cooperation probably meant he was taking care of poor Hikimiya while he was working. Tsutomu was just the kind of person who’d want to take care of others.)

- - -

Since the Angel Bunnies had no idea what the hell the Geneijo magazine even was, Tsukumojuku explained.

Geneijo was called that after Edogawa Ranpo's famous essay. The same essay’s name was also given to the mysterious castle showing up in Seiryoin's book -- in these books, the Castle’s owner was even called Hirai Tarou, which happens to be Edogawa Ranpo's true name. In Joker, a serial killer called the Artist killed a whole lot of people in Geneijo, and the JDC detectives had to stop him... but of course, that was just a story. To make things even more meta, in the JDC books there actually appeared a character called “Seiryoin Ryusui” who was simultaneously writing the JDC books.

Just a story... But the JDC detectives had appeared in reality now, as the Angel Bunnies pointed out. But maybe they were just cosplayers, who would made up things using words and numbers -- anagrams, math puzzles, word plays and so on. If you kept doing this long enough, one thing would always lead to another. For example,let’s say we want to connect “words” and “numbers”. If you moved the voiced consonant in “kotoba” (word) from end to beginning you'd get “gotoha” which you can write down as “五とは” which has the number 5 in it, isn’t it just amazing?

Or that the word “suuji” (numbers, 数字) would also be read “suuji” when written as 崇辞, and if you now swapped the second kanji in that for same-reading 詞, you'd get 崇高な詞 (a sublime word?) which are 本物の言葉 (real words). Words within words. Words without unnecessary decorations. (余計な装飾のない言葉). Words by themselves, to sum it up.

[I’m equally confused by the word play onslaught, don’t worry.]

There were a whole lot of these word games, and obviously some common theme would always crop up if you banged one concept into the other hard enough. These puns and anagrams were the essence of the JDC series, so naturally, it wouldn’t be strange that these “hardcore JDC cosplayers” would also love them.

- - -

In an attempt to solve the mystery, Tsukumojuku then took Ryouko’s head out of her box and using a knife carefully cut off her face to make a mask, which caused the horrified Angel Bunnies to run away to the other side of the chapel because what the actual fuck, dude. Tsukumojuku put the makeshift mask on, and just like when putting on her skin, Ryouko’s memories instantly attacked his brain. They were so strong he fell on the floor in convulsions, and actually broke three ribs in the proccess. Too many memories, way too much information, too great of an impact, and then suddenly – the memory from just before death.

Chofu, near the river, late at night. Somebody trying to catch Ryouko – it's Serika, wearing Okubo's hands like gloves. Ryouko ran, but was caught and tackled to the ground. Serika sat on her chest, and yelled for someone to keep her legs down!”. A man with long black hair and glasses -- Seiryoin.

Mystery solved. In Geneijo, Seiryoin was God.

And as he took the mask off, that God’s “Angels” -- Ajiro, Hikimiya and JDC’s own Tsukumo Juku -- entered the chapel along with Tsutomu.

- - -

IMPRESSIONS:

*Maijo voice* how many layers of meta are you on? you’re like a little baby, watch this

Jesus, just how many tiny kanji can you fit on all these diagrams, Tsukumojuku? Good thing the details don’t really seem to matter in the grand scheme of things, at least as far as I’ve read, so I don’t have to translate this mess.

I love the scene with the ghosts. The soul ladder reminded me of the Kars ladder from Jorge Joestar, for some reason.

I don’t know if this is the intentional reading here, but I love the idea that the Detective God would just chill out in his room while shit is going on because he knows how mystery novels work and that the case’s not gonna get solved before the writer wills it. “Gonna take a nap, wake me up once the scared witness gets shot just before revealing the killer’s name.”

In the JDC series, Hikimiya Yuuya specializes in crime statistics and such, which requires him to always carry a laptop he can calculate data with. He loves quoting mystery novels whenever he can. While working as an assisstant to such great detectives like the Detective God or Ryuuguu Jounosuke, he has some complexes about his own power of reasoning. Not a very remarkable guy, at least on first sight.

>>>>NEXT PART>>>>

[pseudofaux]

Unimpressive (NobuYuki)

This is a gift for the radiant, funny, and all-around magnificent human being that is @karalija. One of the very best things about falling into the SLBP fandom was meeting her! Her heart is almost as grand as her talent. Which you, lucky duck gentle reader, can see! On her tumblr or deviantart.

There is a akkjlasdfkasjflajsdslkfjalfd stunning companion gift to this called Impressive. @rubyleeray wrote it for Kara and it gives me the best kinds of shudders. You want superb Saizo, you go read it right this effing minute! Bless yourself!

Unimpressive is not a nice story. It could be harsher, but it is not sweet. Yuki's into Nobuyuki but not stupid about it, Nobuyuki absolutely hates her and always will. This is not romantic. There is no love or trust or respect between these characters as they hatefuck each other. That’s what this is. Be warned.

(Because this is a gift for Kara I’m not tagging anyone. But feel free to reblog if you’re so inclined!)

It began very casually, but not subtly.

His bedding smelled... different. Like perfume. A high quality perfume, a wonderful fragrance. Something he recognized. Something that was distinctly unwelcome.

Nobuyuki trusted the maids, whose discretion was reliable. He did not think one of them would have dared to have some tryst in his bedding, or the inclination to spend their wages on very fine perfume, or been bribed by some woman to scent his bedding in some effort to snare him (really, some of these samurai women were almost clever, and they were all tenacious, he had to give them that).

But the second time it happened, he knew it was real and a real problem, and he gathered the maids and asked. They had no idea what caused the change, swearing his linens had been washed only with soap and lavender. They seemed distressed in ways he believed. The woman who did the washing had not altered her process, knowing that he liked the smell of his bedding as he had for years. She invited him to have a chamberlain observe the washing procedure.

He told the maids that would not be necessary. He thanked them for their time. He asked the chamberlain to give them pocket money, and sent sweets and lavender to their own rooms by way of apology for doubting them. He felt a little guilty. They were loyal and always had been. He needed to know, but should have gone about it another way.

The maids weren’t doing it, and they would have taken linens that smelled perfumed away if they noticed them, and that meant this change was taking place after the fabric was already in his room.

That someone was entering his chambers unnoticed was absolutely not to be borne.

A few days after that second time, he consulted with Jinpachi.

“There seems to be a fragrant rat sneaking into my bedchamber,” he said.

“Milord,” Jinpachi acknowledged. Jinpachi knew to wait for more. They worked well together.

“Do you know of any perfume merchants or rats that have entered my rooms?”

“No, milord. But I have not been guarding your chambers.”

“Of course,” Nobuyuki said pleasantly. “Perhaps I’ll spend more time there the next few days.”

“If I may, milord...”

“Yes?”

“What does the perfume smell like?”

Nobuyuki’s face went flat. He wasn’t angry with the question and trusted Jinpachi would understand.

“Presumption,” he answered icily.

Jinpachi bowed. “I will lay some traps for presumptuous rats.”

“I would be very grateful for that," Nobuyuki said, trying to make the target of his ire plain. "Please let me know if I can assist in some way.”

“Of course, milord.” And then Nobuyuki was alone with his books.

The next few nights, his bedding smelled as it should. Lavender and peace. He slept well.

But then Genjirou came home, which was good, and the same night that perfume was back, which was not. He frowned as he moved the blanket back, the scent wafting up.

Jinpachi made a soft sound behind him. “Milord. Again?”

“Yes,” Nobuyuki said, upset. Still not with Jinpachi. But upset.

“There was... something different, somewhere.”

“Are you being vague in case there is a little rat listening?” Nobuyuki asked.

“Yes,” Jinpachi said simply. “And if a little rat or any other creature is listening, I strongly suggest she stop this now. There are several Iga-born here who would snuff her out if she were caught.”

Silence.

“I’m not interested,” he said the next night, when the scent greeted him at the door to his bedchamber.

Her heard the slightest giggle, sultry and lilting. But he wasn’t interested in this kind of game, either, so he ignored it. He slept in his library on a bedroll that smelled like it should.

The next night his library bedding was perfumed, too.

He would not sleep in it, so he went to one of the guest rooms. 

At dinner the following night, Genjirou and his ninja— a knowing fellow, perceptive and sharp— traded quips comfortably. Nobuyuki was pleased for his brother that he had such a friend (Nobuyuki was perceptive and sharp, too, and he knew the love of friends when he saw it). He recognized that he was jealous. But he would never be able to spend the time with Genjirou that Saizo could, and the ninja had saved his brother from many scrapes and worse. Nobuyuki caught Masayuki looking on with a tiny smile. Their father had facilitated this, so Nobuyuki supposed he had earned the right to be proud.

Their conversation somehow moved to siblings.

“Saizo, you know my family, but I’ve never met yours. What are they like?”

The shinobi’s mouth tightened. His eyes narrowed. Nobuyuki felt himself paying extra attention to Saizo. If he was going to hurt Genjirou, he’d have to be dealt with.

“Less daily trouble than you, certainly, dear,” Saizo answered.

Cheerful, kind Genjirou blushed but would not be deterred.

“Really, what are they like? Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“One of each,” Saizo responded, sounding vexed but mostly bored.

“A sister?! What is she like?”

“Absolutely not marriage material for you, little lord.”

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” Genjirou all but wailed, scarlet. Nobuyuki felt himself smile.

“They’re both difficult,” Saizo confessed eventually. “But in different ways than you, Yukimura.”

Genjirou laughed heartily, appearing not to take the barb of Saizo’s words seriously. Nobuyuki wondered about that.

Finally, he caught the rat himself. Jinpachi helped Nobuyuki to ensconce himself in a recess of his room and wait there from midday on. Word circulated that Nobuyuki traveled into the village to give his patronage to some craftsmen. The servants left his rooms alone, as instructed.

At midafternoon a quiet, even sliding noise came from the ceiling, and he knew it was time. At last.

A beautiful woman—too beautiful—lithe and glorious, lush and elegant despite her immodest dress, dropped from the ceiling. He could see the profile of her face, her satisfied grin.

She was clearly of Iga herself, which could explain why Jinpachi’s warning hadn’t stuck.

“You’re Saizo’s sister,” he observed from his spot by the wall without preamble. It was difficult to keep the sneer off his face.

She turned to him, appearing wholly unbothered by his presence, her smile growing more pleased. More sensual. More inviting. More like a spider at the edge of a web.

“Yes, dearest, I am. My name is Yuki.”

“Why are you doing this?” He stayed seated in the shadows of his room.

“Why am I doing what?” Her question was every syllable innocence, but the way her arms came forward to push her breasts together was sin itself. One slim hand rested thoughtfully against her chin.

“The perfume,” Nobuyuki said, unamused.

“You noticed!” Her smile was sincere, eyes nearly shutting (nearly, he noticed, but not quite) as her cheeks came up. Her body was astoundingly beautiful. The material of her robes seemed to be resting on her shoulders and other curves with nothing more than the pressure of her will. The silk would slip off with the lightest of pushes.

…Was what he was supposed to think, he was sure. He was very done with this game already.

“Where did you get my mother’s perfume, and why are you using it?” he demanded.

“Oh? Darling, I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean. I created this fragrance myself only recently and I’m very proud of it.”

Nobuyuki was not amused. Her coquettish amusement made it worse.

He rose and stepped toward her. He had a few inches on this “Yuki”, but she was tall for a woman. So beautiful few men would care. He did not. But he did notice.

For a moment, he just stared at her. Then he moved his hand to grab her, and she, Kirigakure that she was, moved to block. He was prepared for that, and grabbed at the hand she’d used to bat him away. Nobuyuki could not tell if she had let him land his hand on her or not, but did not waste time thinking about it.

He spun her around and pulled her back to his front. He put one arm around her narrow waist, knowing he could lock that part of her better than others, and grabbed her chin with his free hand. Nobuyuki leaned forward.

“You seem to think you’re quite clever,” he observed in his court voice behind her ear, pressing his fingers into her skin.

She giggled. He could hear it and feel it in his hand around her throat. She had a very fine jawline. She was a beautiful woman.

And he hated her.

Her voice, unconcerned, came from in front of him. “Well, Sanada-sama, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t made designs on ending up here.”

The shameless woman rubbed her ass against him, undulating herself with a sigh as she brought her hands to rest against his. He reminded himself that she must be armed.

“I’ve watched you,” she said into the air in front of them. “You look like fun.”

“…fun.” Fun to play with him this way?

“Mmhmm,” she replied, pushing herself back onto his body.

He hated her. Hated. But her body was perfect, and they both knew it, and knew she knew what she was doing with it.

“My mother’s perfume,” Nobuyuki repeated. “Why?”

She stopped the slow glide of her back along his front.

“Darling,” she said, “The perfume I created is not your mother’s, or based on it. I swear.”

He did not trust her. But he believed her, in this. He rolled his eyes and sighed through his nose.

And took back his hands. She did not step away from him.

“She must have had very fine taste,” Yuki said sweetly as she turned around and tilted her face up to his. He sharpened his gaze on her and held up a hand.

“Don’t,” he said curtly.

“Oh, darling,” she said, lovely pout oozing contrition, “I can tell I’ve hurt you when I didn’t mean to. Tell me how I can make this up to you, then, hmm?”

Her cloying made him want to crush something. But Nobuyuki caught that she was making an offer. And he’d been hoping for something like that.

So he was prepared, immediately, to say, “You can make sure my brother is never hurt.”

Yuki went still, as though she’d be splashed with something unpleasant. One perfect eyebrow raised. “Darling,” she said softly, “Yukimura has a ninja of his own. Even Saizo cannot promise that your brother is never hurt.”

Nobuyuki wanted to press her, both in conversation and his hands around her throat. But he knew she was right.

“Then never, ever hurt him yourself.”

Her pretty mouth became a perfect little O of surprise.

“You mean…?”

“I mean at all,” Nobuyuki said.

She smirked. “But darling, his sensibilities are so very easy to hurt.”

“Nevermind his sensibilities. To make this up to me, you’ll agree to never take a job that targets him.”

Her eyes went down, away from his, and her mouth finally closed. She was clearly thinking.

After a moment, she brought her eyes back up to his. At last the kunoichi seemed properly chastened. “Alright, Lord Sanada,” she said quietly. “I will never take an assignment that targets Yukimura. I hope you understand what a gift this is that I am giving.”

“I only care that you keep your word,” he said flatly.

And then she laughed again. Of course.

And then her nimble fingers were undressing him—they were doing this? really?—untying cords and sashes, separating the sides of his robes. Nobuyuki rolled his eyes.

“I always do,” she purred, kneeling and sliding her own robes off in a movement of sinful grace.

Now that he could see her, Nobuyuki had to marvel at her form. She was symmetrical, her colors were beautiful, and her skin was flawless.

She was tugging his hakama down and off.

He sighed, already exhausted.

His cock seemed to share his dispassion for all of this. Even as Yuki’s thin fingers were gliding up from his knees, going to his hips to squeeze him and pull him forward, he just… didn’t feel it. She was too snakelike.

Her tongue, pink and petal-perfect, met him. And then his body became slightly interested in what she was doing.

He knew female ninja received training, and wondered if this was part of it or something she could simply do, built the way she was.

“Mmmm,” came Yuki’s long moan as she took him into her mouth and laved his shaft. The touch of her tongue was pleasant, wet and plush against him, and her technique was without flaw. But for Nobuyuki there always needed to be some kind of trust in a partner, whether they were rising to challenge him or submitting to his whims. He did not have that trust here, and without it he couldn’t play the game in a way that would arouse him. Not really.

Yuki continued to try, cupping his balls in her slim hand and moaning around his shaft.

He didn’t believe her. His body responded only minutely. Without the commitment of his mind, it wasn’t going to work.

Eventually she drew back from him, flashing him a seductive glance.

“Does the Lord Sanada prefer to see a lady’s pleasure?” she asked sweetly. Not so sweetly he couldn’t detect the edge to it. He laughed.

“I have no preference for you at all, Yuki. I did not ask for this. You may leave.”

He turned, but she was right there in front of him, her striking hair still settling from the movement.

“Ah ah, little lord. Let us seal our promise with a kiss, at least.”

“Not necessary,” he said airily, turning again, bringing his robes closed in front of his body.

Yuki grabbed at his wrist. In her grip he felt the strength of one of Iga’s best.

“What do you want?” he sighed tiredly.

“A kiss would be nice.” Her voice had all the sweetness of a blade fresh from a whetstone.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” he told her flatly. “I don’t like you.”

“Oh, little Lord,” she giggled again, “that’s really no barrier to me.”

She somehow melted up his body, the warm slide of her nakedness against his own raising the hairs on his arms.

He pushed her away from him, and like silk falling to the ground she slid to her hands and knees. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had slapped her ass. Her perfect ass. Which flushed from his hit like a dream, supple and feminine and beautiful.

“Mmm, I’ve got something better than a kiss for you, then, lucky lord,” she teased over her shoulder. Her hands went to her bottom and lightly pulled the cheeks apart. The shameless vixen waggled herself at him.

“You may take either,” Yuki crooned, like the cat who’d gotten the cream.

The sight of his handprint becoming visible through her fingers was stirring his blood. She was repugnant, but she was beautiful. She was clever enough to play with, but she was a monster, and he hated her.

Still, he was getting hard. He aligned himself with her, found her entrance slippery and hot.

“Give it to me,” she hissed. “Be fierce.”

“Don't tell me what to do,” Nobuyuki replied. “You don’t deserve this,” and he pushed inside her body (which welcomed him, coddled him, coaxed him to stay or push further) and then pulled back and pushed even farther in on the next thrust. Yuki squealed, delight making her voice go high.

“Yes,” she breathed down at the bedding, her hands fisting his sheets. The sheets she’d ruined with that damned perfume. And she had the gall to not even understand how she was ruining them. Her body was quivering and her channel, tight but not restrictive, pulsed around him.

Seeing the sheets below her reminded him. “You are the worst,” he hissed, sliding his hands from her hips to her shoulders and leaning over her back. “It will be a better-hearted woman than you that gains my affection, Kirigakure Yuki.”

She whimpered. So Yuki liked to play this way, did she?

“I don’t care about your affection, Nobuyuki,” she said clearly. “All I want is this.” And she pushed herself back toward him. He felt the head of his cock nudge her womb and groaned before he could stop himself.

She moaned once she heard him, so hiding it from her was out. But oh, if what she wanted to do was play a game where he hated her, they were already playing that, weren’t they?

“This is all you’ll get,” he sneered at her ear. “You want me to be rough with you, kunoichi?” He let his hands follow the curve of her ample breasts to her nipples and tweaked one, hard. She squealed again and shuddered around him.

“You want this?”

He pushed in as far as his hips would allow in their current position.

“Nnnnnyes!” she squeaked.

Something about that response was just what he needed to see this through.

He fucked her harder than he had ever fucked anyone else, and he did not love her for being able to receive it and keep going. He was crueler to her body than he took pleasure from. A part of him felt righteous in his want to hurt her as she had hurt him. His mother’s precious perfume and all his happy memories of being close enough to her as a child to enjoy it, coopted and tainted by this conniving whore with none of the kindness or grace of spirit the scent should require.

He bit her shoulder and she shouted but made no move to dislodge him. A part of him wanted to break her skin. Wanted to break her.

“I hate you,” he hissed again. “I will never forgive you for what you’ve done.”

He bit the other shoulder and she groaned, a pleasured sound that he hated even more than he hated her. Her hand went between her legs. Nobuyuki could feel her elegant fingers holding her folds open and thought she was probably manipulating herself to orgasm.

He tugged both of her nipples sharply. Her cry of obvious bliss surprised him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he demanded, repeating the action. Her cries went to a higher pitch between her pants and little mewls. Her sounds were natural but he just knew they were the result of study and cultivation, meant to make her partners come undone. And it made him even angrier.

Seven hells. He felt his eyes rolling in a way that had nothing to do with their coupling, and then again at the thought of using the word “coupling” to describe this action.

“You’re a monster,” Nobuyuki sneered into her ear. “And not nearly as clever as you think you are. Not by half. Your so-called beauty means nothing to me. I know you for a snake.”

She was keening openly below him now, still sounding like she loved all of this and practically sobbing with want. Her cries pushed him closer to the edge, and he pushed further into her to punish her for it. He brought his hands back to her hips to hold her in place as he fucked her to his completion, telling her she was horrible, filthy, clumsy, and hadn’t fooled him at all.

He didn’t know if that last bit was true. But it felt like the first real pleasure he’d gotten from this misadventure to tell her so with every note of disdain he could bleed into his voice.

She put her head down on her arm and screamed as she rippled around his cock, and that did him in. For a brief second he considered staying right where he was—she hadn’t asked him not to, and he wanted to punish her—before regaining his senses. He didn’t want to punish her with that risk. Not… really. Not quite.

So he pulled himself back and pulled her hair with him. The flawless, supple skin of her back moved as her spine bowed. With his free hand, Nobuyuki pulled his orgasm from himself, painting her back with splashes of cum. Into the sadism of their odd play and still very much in the mood to denigrate her, he pushed his finger into her back when he was finished, pushed hard, and wrote a character in the puddle. When he was done he was inspired to write a second.

“What does that say, Yuki?” he demanded.

“Ah-ahh, darlinnng, I can’t telllll,” she whined, pulling her head forward. He kept his grip on her hair, full and beautiful in his other hand. The silk of it spilled between his fingers, strands of nacre glinting in the limited afternoon light of his room. He clenched his hand.

“Pay attention, then. I’m not letting you go until you can read this label.”

He pushed at her skin again, no gentler but slower. Her back trembled slightly.

“…bad?” she asked, trying to hang her head. He did not let up on her hair.

“What else?”

“Bad…smell?”

“That’s right,” he hissed as he tugged her hair before releasing her. He stood and walked across the room, used the basin there to clean himself before righting his clothing.

“Oh, darling,” Yuki purred from his bedding, flat on her stomach and looking quite comfortable. “We can do that again whenever you like.” She sounded sated. When he looked over at her face the twin mahogany circles of her eyes were tiny above her smile.

“I have no desire to do that again,” he told her. Truthfully. Mostly.

She smirked, but got up without being prompted.

“I quite like people who love their families,” she said sweetly. Then she pouted. “I really liked that perfume.”

Nobuyuki said nothing. After a few seconds, she added more quietly, “…but I will destroy it and start something new.”

He considered thanking her but decided to stay silent.

Before she put her own robes back on, Yuki stood with her back to him, displaying his handiwork. There was still the mark of his hand on one side of her ass. Darker marks on each shoulder, distinct on her pale flesh. His bites. On her tiptoes, she craned her neck to try to get a look at the mess on her back.

“Such a healthy lord,” she mused, grinning at him. He did not return her smile.

She pulled a cloth from somewhere and cleaned herself up before redressing.

“I could have ended your life at any point just then,” she cooed. Her tone did not match her frown.

He felt one side of his mouth tug into a smirk at her conflict. He was glad to have upset her.

“Perhaps I’ll spend the rest of the afternoon with a younger, gentler partner,” she mused.

He had no interest in her affairs. He was beyond ready for her to leave.

“Someone like Yukimura,” she said sweetly.

He looked at her face, his own going stony.

“I know, I promised!” Her giggle made him want to cut something. “I won't harm a single hair on his sweet head. But I’ll just see if he’s around for play...”

And she threw open the doors of his room, boldly walking into the hallway. He could hear the sputtering of servants and his younger brother alike.

Nobuyuki sighed. Called for a maid through the open door.

He ordered the bedding burned.

[bakugohoex]

I honestly can't remember if I asked for #7 with Zeke...but seeing the prompt and the blurb I must ask you please do fluff #7 with Zeke. 😭💗

“you, you’re fucking home to me, okay?”

pairing: zeke yeager x female reader

cw: language, fluff, kissing, slight crying

word count: 1500+

a/n: i never realised how hard it was to write for zeke, anyway thank you to the person who resent the ask, means a lot after tumblr became a dick

summary: in which after an argument with zeke regarding his excessive jealousy and protectiveness over you, he finally reveals his true motives

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The breath of hot ashy smoke hit the air, the stray cigarette across his two fingers as he let his hand fall to his side. He watched carefully, every movement you made speaking to Reiner and Porco with the same look of admiration you had given to him hours prior. He took another drag of his cigarette, putting it out on the balcony as he went to get you away from the two blonds.

“Y/n.” His voice was filled with power and authority, he disregarded the two boys looking at you. “With me.”

It was almost a beckoning as if you were some servant girl ready for his command and will. “I’ll see you both.” You waved goodbye to the two men following the other blond, he grasped your wrist almost dragging you away. “Zeke, woah, calm down.” His grip tightened against your wrist before pushing you into his office.

He let go of your wrist watching at how you rubbed the sore feeling, “have fun?” He questioned leaning against his desk, he eyed you up and down, the military uniform around your body, with the band around your left arm. He waited for a response as you gave a confused look.

“What are you on about now, Zeke?” You muttered crossing your arms.

He repeated, “did you have fun with them?”

“Why do you care?” You glared at his overprotectiveness; it had become a common occurrence for him to call you away whenever you were around the two other blonds, but it had become excessive.

Zeke leant against the bookshelf, staring at you as he brought out another cigarette. Bringing it to his lips and lightning it right in front of you, he took a long drag, watching as the smoke hit the rest of the room.

The first time you had met Zeke had been when the two of you were teenagers, at the tender age of 18, Zeke had already gained the beast titan and you had joined the military for other reasons. A friendship had occurred from the boy who would sneak out of meetings for a cigarette and the girl who had her breaks conveniently when meetings occurred.

“Want one?” His tender baby face had made you swoon, he was perfect in every way, to the way he spoke, to the way he held the cigarette. You shrugged, stopping and sitting beside the boy. He passed the cigarette that had been in his mouth, lightening it in yours as you took a drag, “first time?”

“Was it that obvious?” You laugh holding it between your two fingers.

He gives a chuckle, staring at you taking another drag, “I have a sixth sense, that tells me when pretty girls have been tainted.”

“So what? I wasn't trained before.” You ask.

“I guess, it means that I tainted you now.” He smirked before hearing the shout of a man calling for him. “That’s me, nice to meet you…”

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You answered his pause.

He smiled happily, having been walking backwards to still face you, “nice to meet you Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Wait? What’s your name?” You shouted as he continued to tread backwards not wanting to be shouted at anymore by a superior.

“Zeke Yeager, you better not go forgetting it, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes chuckling at how the officer began berating the boy who gave a shrug, waving a goodbye at you.

It may have been your first encounter with the boy, but over the years of meeting the other Warriors. The knowledge of Paradis and Zeke’s past, you knew it all and he had gotten protective of the girl he had known for almost a decade now. Maybe it was love out of jealousy which seemed to be the obvious reason between your friends, or maybe he just didn't want anybody stealing you away. You didn’t know and didn’t care, waiting for his reply from your question after another overprotective action.

“They aren’t good for you.”

“Bullshit Zeke, tell me why you act like this now?” You tried to have authority, tried to bring about the same power he brought out, but at the sound of your dominance he laughed.

“Come on, doll, you’re gonna have to try harder to get it out of me, than that.” He took another long drag watching your lip twitch in anger. The feeling of riling you up intoxicated him, how could he not fall in love with that look of anger.

“Don’t be an ass.” You remarked back, walking up to the man and taking the cigarette from his mouth. Taking a long drag yourself as you blow the smoke to the side, you could taste his saliva already around the cigarette, but as you popped it back in his mouth. You felt your anger go down a bit.

He couldn't lie and say he wasn't turned on by your actions, the way you were so close to him yet seemed so far from him. “If you’re not going to give me an answer, I promised Reiner I’d help him with something.”

Just as you were about to leave the room, he grabbed your wrist once more, his grip soft and loose. If you tried, you’d be able to easily get out of it, but you stood faced away from him. Waiting for his next action, “you’re so fucking dense.”

“Me? Dense?” You repeated, “maybe if you didn’t try to hide your feelings through stupid remarks and commands, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Zeke was taken aback by how easily you countered in, but he wasn’t letting himself lose to you, “I don’t fucking do that, you’re just stupid.”

“You do realise everybody knows that you’re a jealous prick, that every time you call me it's when I'm around another guy, way to be a subtle asshole.” He had let go of your wrist as you seethed at him in anger.

“I don’t get jealous, who have I got to be jealous of? It's not like every time I see you with a guy, I think you’re going to leave me, you mean nothing to me.” He shouted back, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

You contemplated his words, thinking of what he had just said, “I mean nothing to you?”

Zeke acknowledged his words, staring at you, your lip quivering at his words. “Y/n, wait, I didn’t…” Before he could continue you faced him with a look of sadness.

“If I mean nothing to you, leave me alone.” You were about to leave again; this time Zeke had finally given up on hiding his feelings for you. How could he not love you; how could he not care for someone like you.

In an instant he pushed the door back, his arms on your sides as you faced him. Tears welling up, he moved his thumb to caress your cheek, wiping away your tears, “I’m sorry, I do care about you.”

You don’t speak, not bothering to face him, his ashy breath hits your cheek, waiting for him to continue, “I shouldn’t have said that I like you, I love you even, in all these years, it’s always been you.”

He moves your face to meet his own, his face only a mere inch from you. He had confessed his love so easily, but your silence and lack of tears gave mixed signals. “Me?” Was all you could stifle out.

“You, you’re fucking home to me, okay?” He whispered his mouth lingering just across your own.

“Okay.” You answered, feeling his other hand lean against the door whilst the one caressing your cheek moved to cup your face allowing your lips to touch.

His lips meshed between your own, ask still lingering between both your mouths, you didn't care though. His soft grip on your cheek contrasted the kiss, the sloppy tongue actions, your hands in his blonde hair, the feeling of his beard rub against your skin as he kept on kissing you. He pushed you up against the wall, the gap between your bodies becoming non-existent. His tongue lingered in your mouth as you both went to part, biting your bottom lip to hear your soft moans again. He never expected to have confessed so easily to you and have you in this position.

His body almost crushing you onto the wall, your legs in between his own. He stared at you with his piercing grey eyes meeting your own, it pooled with love and comfort. “I love you too Zeke.”

He gave a soft kiss to your forehead, staying in the position for a while. Waiting for you both to catch your breath and acknowledge that you two could have something with his remaining years.

You saw the clock to the side, a worry erupting from your face, “fuck, I have a meeting with Porco.”

Zeke remained encasing you, disregarding your words, “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, doll.”

“Maybe you should tell me again.” You flirted back as you both went in for another kiss.

It had been much softer, with Zeke’s hand moving to your side, holding you in place as he almost smiled through the kiss. “All mine.” He spoke through it giving you another soft kiss afterwards, you were finally all his.

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PART 6 | previously: part 5 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing, unconsciousness, violence (?)

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi! i hope you all are doing well❤️ all i have to say is: it’s about time Y/N ;)) enjoy XX

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Six: butterflies

For probably the first time in your life, you weren’t looking forward to Hero Training today. You didn’t feel the greatest. Today was peer evaluations but it wasn’t with Aizawa. Midnight was in charge today.

“Alright everyone! So I’m feeling generous and you can pick your partner today! One partner will demonstrate what they have been working on while the other will be providing helpful, constructive feedback. Then when I tell you, you can switch!” explained Midnight. You looked around at your classmates, unsure who you’d partner up with.

“Hey Y/N!” waved Deku, “did you maybe want to be-”

“Sorry Deku, Y/N’s with me.” You felt a hand grab your wrist.

“Kacchan? I thought you and Y/N were banned from fighting with each other?” huffed Deku. You looked up at Bakugou, who was already leading you away.

“This isn’t fighting, it’s constructive feedback. And shut up Deku.” Bakugou led you to the corner of the room, away from the other groups.

“Well damn maybe I wanted to be partners with Deku,” you said, crossing your arms. Bakugou laughed.

“And miss the opportunity for me to show you up? I don’t think so princess,” smiled Bakugou. You groaned.

“Whatever. Alright, who’s going first?”

“You obviously. You need the help,” said Bakugou.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah so what have you been working on?” he asked. You rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been practicing close combat without using my quirk. I can't rely on my quirk to get me out of every tough situation because if my body temperature is really low or my creation time is super delayed, that could cost me the fight,” you explained. Bakugou nodded.

“Alright then, so come at me Y/N. Show me what you’ve got!” yelled Bakugou. He adjusted himself into a defensive stance. You took a deep breath and got ready to strike.

“Don’t waste my time now Y/N, I haven’t got all day!” he teased.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for too long,” you smiled. You went in for a direct punch with one hand while using your other as a fake. Bakugou saw it coming though.

“Amateur work,” he mumbled. Bakugou continued to dodge you and your attacks. You began to get desperate, unable to land a solid hit on him.

“You’ve got me yawning over here princess.”

“OH FUCK OFF!” You were getting worked up at this point. You went for an uppercut shot and then whipped your leg around to kick Bakugou in the side. He fell to the ground.

“Shit-”

“Hmm guess you should’ve paid more attention,” you smirked. You helped Bakugou back to his feet.

“That kick was good but I know you’ve got way more power than that,” he said. You raised a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Here, when you go for a side kick like that, you want to engage more than just your leg. Use your core and hips to create more momentum. Like this.” Bakugou changed his stance and whipped his leg around for a clean swing. You nodded.

“Okay…” You attempted to do the same.

“That was better but rotate your hips more, like this.” Bakugou went over to you and placed his large hands tightly on your hips. Your eyes widened.

“You want to force them to move, not just have them go with your leg. That way you generate more power,” he explained. Bakugou moved your hips as he pleased, keeping his hands firmly on you. You looked over your shoulder at Bakugou. His red eyes moved to look into yours. You never really noticed his eyes until now. They were beautiful.

“I-I…” you became instantly flustered. Bakugou’s face turned pink. His face was so close to yours, your noses almost touched.

“Uh, is this okay?” he whispered. You nodded.

“Y-Yes…”

“OKAY TIME TO SWITCH PARTNERS!” Announced Midnight. Bakugou instantly snapped out of whatever trance he was in and took his hands off of you. You turned the other way, slapping your hands over your cheeks.

“Uh so yeah just try it like that next time,” he said.

“Yup okay yeah sounds good,” you stuttered out. You tried to cool off but your face felt like a million degrees. You couldn’t understand why.

“Okay, what did you want to work on?” You asked. Bakugou looked over at you and smirked.

“I hope you brought your gloves.”

~

“This is a bad idea,” you insisted as you put your gloves on. Bakugou shook his head.

“No it’s a good idea. If anything it helps both of us. Now start throwing them princess,” said Bakugou. He had been focusing on quicker reflexes and his air speed while dodging. His plan was for you to throw as many of if bonds as possible, to test how he reacts.

“Bakugou if I blow you up it’s not my fault,” you huffed. Bakugou laughed.

“Your confidence amazes me. I doubt you’ll be able to even get a bond near me.”

“Oh really? Wells how’s this!” You generated a quick carbon bond and aimed it right for his head. By the time you threw it, he was already blasted up with his own explosions.

“Nice try but you’ve gotta be quicker than that. Come on you’re supposed to be challenging me!” He called. You clenched your fists.

“FINE!” You began to throw your bonds at him. One after the other after the other. Bakugou shifted from flying, dodging on the ground, and using his own explosions to cancel yours out. As much as he hated to admit it, you were giving him a run for his money.

“WOW KATSUKI, TIRED ALREADY?” You teased. Bakugou continued to counter your attacks.

“NOT EVEN CLOSE!”

You kept on throwing your bonds at him, despite the pain radiating from your entire body. You weren’t used to such speed when creating your bonds. Your cells weren’t regenerating fast enough to keep you stable. You began to feel lightheaded.

“Don’t go and get shy on me Y/N!” He yelled. Your hands ached and you felt sick. You threw one last bond before crashing to your knees.

“Hey that last one was pretty weak Y/N...Y/N?” Bakugou landed from his explosions. Your eyelids felt heavy. The last thing you saw before you collapsed was Bakugou rushing towards you.

~

By the time you woke up, the school day had already ended. You laid in Recovery Girl’s office, a cold towel across your head. The room was dark. You felt better so you decided to get up.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” said Recovery Girl. You jumped.

“Oh hi, sorry. Am I okay to go?” You asked. Recovery Girl smiled and patted your hand.

“You’ve gotta be more careful sweetheart. I’ve never seen you get like that before,” she said. You sighed.

“Yeah I guess I overworked myself a little,” you explained. Recovery Girl shook her head.

“More than a little dear. You’ve gotta remember that you’re only human after all, and you’ve gotta heal. It’s a good thing that blond boy brought you over here immediately,” she said. You jumped.

“Wait do you mean Bakugou?”

“Oh yes, I think that was his name. He came bursting into my office while you were still unconscious. Very heroic I dare say,” she smiled. You couldn’t believe it.

“You’re good to go sweetheart. I recommend you grab a good dinner and rest up,” Recovery Girl removed the towel from your head. You nodded.

“Right. Thank you very much.”

You stepped outside of Recovery Girl’s office and there sitting on the floor was Katsuki Bakugou.

“Bakugou?” He looked at you and got up.

“Oh you’re awake. A-are you okay?” he asked. Bakugou was twiddling his thumbs as he spoke to you. He looked a little nervous.

“Oh yeah I’m fine. Just pushed myself too far that's all,” you explained. He nodded.

“Did you wait for me this whole time?” You asked. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“NO-well uh maybe...I just felt bad that it was kinda my fault that you ended up like this…” he mumbled. You felt your face grow hot.

“It wasn’t your fault, I was the one who pushed myself too far. I knew that it was a bad idea,” you said.

“Still...uh, the cafeteria already closed so I uh grabbed you this.” Bakugou handed you a box with rice, vegetables, and meat. You gasped.

“Bakugou...”

“It’s not a big deal I just didn’t want you to starve to death that’s all,” he huffed. You took the box from his hands.

“Thank you Katsuki,” you smiled.

“Yeah well you’ve gotta get stronger if you even think about beating me for the number one Hero spot. I want it to be a fair fight,” he said. You laughed.

“Sounds good.”

“Well, I’ll see you later Y/N.” Bakugou started to walk back to the dorms. You looked down at the box of food. You had this warm feeling all over your body. Your stomach felt tingly.

What the hell…

Then it hit you.

Do I have butterflies in my stomach?

You rushed over to the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face.

No no no this can’t be happening.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t get his image out of your brain. The way he looked at you. The way he held you. The way he teased you. They way you always wanted to be around him. The way you couldn’t go a day without thinking about him.

After that night with Bakugou, something woke up in you. It was as if you had been suppressing it for years and you just now felt it. The only problem was, you had no idea what ‘it’ was.

Now, you did.

Fuck. I’m in love with Katsuki Bakugou, aren’t I?

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