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A little interaction that happened on twitter yesterday:
A large anime account (toarutoa) posted the following image set of "Anime adaptations that angered their original creators", including a screenshot of Hellsing (OVA) with the subtitle "<Author: I sold the DVDs I was gifted on Mandarake>[popular secondhand shop]".
Hirano saw the tweet and made the passive-aggressive reply, "I wonder what the value of an anime twitter account that can't even distinguish between an OVA and TV series is."
(Apparently the comment about Mandarake was something Hirano actually said about the TV series back in the day, which he was known for being extremely critical of. Some of his other comments included "It's a waste of Nachi Nozawa" [Anderson's VA in the TV version and Hirano's dream casting for the character] and "There's no point in staying up late on Wednesdays.")
The OP ended up deleting their post a few hours later, but Hirano tweeted a follow-up:
"I really like the Hellsing OVA. I can't believe they adapted something so, y'know, into an anime so well. The entire staff has my utmost thanks. I don't have a single negative thing to say about it."
#and of course producer ueda yasuyuki replied to that with a thank you :)#its so funny though that a lot of the OVA staff is the same people that made the TV version. including said producer#and hirano knows this of course#hirano is so openly critical which is kind of rare in the industry#i'm so used to seeing authors praise mid because they don't want to be rude lol#reminds me of how matsui yuusei talked about how honored he was to see neuro adapted into anime and he put all the dvds on display#even though said anime was extremely mediocre and diverged a lot like the hellsing tv series did#nigejozu no wakagimi adaptation looks surprisingly good though so hopefully this time he won't have to lie through his teeth lol#hellsing#kouta hirano
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hey
fully just for fun with the added benefits of a) helping me visualize tashiro girl in outfits and b) spreading tashiro girl propaganda. #girl
#i know i just say to elaborate for the other but Look. elaborate for all of them argue your reasoning#explain to me what plain is and what ornate is and why black & red is the big winner or whatever#and there’s not technically a right answer of course#but i. well i expect really good arguments if you vote either of the maid uniforms sorry to hold you to higher standards but No i’m not#and remember to have fun ❤️#is hashtag girl still blocked or whatever Remember when that happened.#tashiro gonzaburou#sasaki to miyano#hirano to kagiura#hanzawa to tashiro
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recommending hirano to kagiura (the holy grail of slow burns) to other people is hard because how do i say “ok so there’s this really good slice of life roommates to best friends to lovers slow burn. chapter 1 technically starts on volume 2 of this other manga called sasaki to miyano. well, if you count the prequel it actually starts as a spin-off light novel. anyway, the manga yes, it’s called sasaki to miyano go to the extra bonus chapters at the end of the volumes that’s where hirano to kagiura’s story starts. after you’ve read all the bonus chapters you can start the spin-off manga called hirano to kagiura.
it updates every 2-3 months. we’ve already had a confession scene and they’re still not together. one of the leads straight up turned down the other guy but they’re in some schrodinger’s cat kind of relationship. they hold hands and hug and stuff but only for 10 seconds per day. kagiura is a giant basketball guy with big puppy dog “good boy” energy. a bit of a brat. teensy bit stubborn and possessive. he can ask for whatever he wants because he’s special and he knows it. and then there’s hirano. don’t even get me started on that pretty boy. kagiura was doomed to fall in love with hirano the day they met and this scary blond boy started calling him “kagi-kun”.
look at this aro/ace king. he’s never had a crush in his life. hirano is a walking contradiction. he’s a “former bad boy” who’s now a member of the disciplinary committee club. a grumpy boy with straight A’s, earrings, bleached hair and a soft spot for his roommate. calls him cute nicknames and dotes on him (ie: wakes him up every day, eats the food he doesn’t want, goes to his basketball games, tutors him, compliments him all the time, gets mad at him when he tries to create distance, has the biggest smile around only him, can never say no to him). except he can say no to him because of course he turned the guy down and yet. he is still willing to… try. a little trial relationship of sorts. because it’s kagiura. his roomie and his bestie. and i just
what the hell is this indeed.
watching them discover love in the slowest of slow burns is not only agonizing but also amazing and sweet and the best thing ever and i need more people to know about them. they’re also hilarious and have a huge height difference. hirano’s not even short kagiura’s just a titan (6'3"/190cm)”
#kagihira#hirano to kagiura#in conclusion PLEASE read this manga i need more people to suffer with me 😭#this is what reading ONE chapter does to me#the brainrot is strong and i suspect it will last for a while#also they remind me of bing/qiu so like yeah it’s no wonder i’m obsessed 🤣#hirano and kagiura#hirakagi#shou harusono#hirano taiga#kagiura akira#lucyrambles.txt
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come closer, come closer - k.nj.
genre: fluff, angst (8.7k) (slowburn! sliceoflife!)
summary: nothing in your life is permanent, you would never let anything be permanent, but namjoon nestles his way in and refuses to leave, will you let him stay or would he remain something temporary? or a fic in which a friends-with-benefits situation with namjoon gets twisted out of control. (colors!universe)
note: all of the stories in the series can be read individually <3
masterpost series masterlist
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fate used to amuse you, the concept of people, the many people, their many stories, their many love stories, some that made sense to you, some that seemed like absolute madness, but all of them stories you sat and listened to, you sat and read about because stories to you, were a window to what life could be.
and your life changed when namjoon entered it. it seemed like too much of the world aligned so that you would fall for him, it seemed like madness, and it made perfect sense.
everything that happened after meeting him, was truly out of your hands.
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it was an off day at work. you hummed as you breezed past the shelves of books surrounding you, nothing brought you more peace than this.
today, your mission was to find a particular book.
at the end of the matinee by keiichiro hirano.
the book was about two people, close to their forties in age, who fall in love, but with the caution, wariness, and desperation that comes with that age. one of them was a world-renowned ‘genius’ guitarist whereas the other was a trauma journalist, their universes couldn’t be more different but seemed to align just for them. when you had heard about it, you knew immediately you had to read it, it was this concept of love that you had never explored before.
your eyes darted to every title as quickly as they could, but you could feel yourself getting impatient as you passed by more shelves, none of them had the book you wanted.
the front desk lady lied when she reassured you that it was in row 3, you were in row 15 now and it was nowhere to be found.
a deep irritation settled under your skin as you cursed the skies and stars for doing this to you, you continued your grumbling as you sat down with a huff at a table. of course, two good things, a day off and the book you so desperately wanted, wouldn’t happen all at once to you. rarely, one good thing happened to you in a day so, this was nothing new.
but still, you were so invested in the world of that book, that you wanted to dive into that world and never float back up because a love so tender, at an age where everything feels the same and your skin sheds its youth, fascinated you.
and today, you won’t get to dive in, you won’t get to be lost in a world that didn’t belong to you.
“excuse me, that’s my seat.” a hush of a voice filled your ears. you immediately removed yourself from the seat and moved a seat up, scrolling on your phone aimlessly.
maybe you will find another book.
maybe there is another world that you could live in, for now.
then, it hits you.
the scent of something soft, a cloud, a pillow. the scent wraps around you, taking you with its softness. you know that scent.
you peek up to see a man next to you. he was wearing a baby blue sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, a baseball cap, and a mask.
the softness that distracted you.
and in his hands, he held the book that you were wishing the gods above and below for.
you know those hands.
he was the one who took your precious book before you did?
you didn’t own it by any means but that didn’t mean you weren’t highly frustrated that it ended up in his hands, of everyone else.
“you.” you said, as calmly as you could.
namjoon bites back a grin at the frustration in your voice. “yes?”
“you know i’ve been looking for this namjoon, this isn’t fair.” you bark out, leaning forward to grab the book from him but he just holds it above himself, knowing you won’t be able to reach it. you sink back into your seat with a frown on your face and namjoon sighs.
he’s never had a problem telling someone no, in fact, he’s enjoyed turning down some overly excited people but when it came to you, denying you of something just wasn’t possible for him, even if it was as a joke.
the book plopped in front of you and your frown immediately melted, and you grabbed it into your arms, namjoon rolled his eyes with a fond smile growing on his face.
“give it to me when you come over someday.”
your relationship with namjoon was hard to describe, you were sort-of friends, sort-of friends who had read books together, sort-of friends who hung out without saying a word, and sort-of friends who occasionally had sex.
it all started when a mutual friend introduced you to him at a horrid party that you hated being at, namjoon hated it too and he made that clear, so you decided to spend your time doing something else.
and soon, it became a regular occurrence and it was working well, you two understood what the other wanted and had no qualms about giving it to them.
namjoon pulled out his book as well and you peeked at it curiously.
lovers in the night by mieko kawakami.
strange.
you added that book to your to-read list yesterday.
“you can just ask to see it if you want, you know?” he tuts at you teasingly, watching your eyes dart towards his book, you scoff at him and sink into your seat.
then, there was silence, only the sound of pages turning and both of your breaths coming out in the space. you liked that, you never had to talk to namjoon to be present with him and so far, this arrangement worked perfectly for you.
but you caught yourself peeking in his direction again, this time, it wasn’t his book, it was him, the way he sat, the way he turned the pages sharply, the way his breath came out slow and you had no excuse for your curiosity.
“tonight, your place?” his question came casually and you nodded as soon as the words left him.
you couldn’t help but think that you had agreed too quickly.
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“i don’t understand the point of this movie” you say to namjoon, lying across his chest and your body shakes with his as a low laugh tumbles out of him. he has come to be extremely fond of your quick irritation to things.
“you read so much romance, i thought you would’ve gotten it by now” he sips his wine and you feel the urge to tip it over his white sweatshirt, just for his sarcastic tone. namjoon sees the glare on your face and feels the strangest satisfaction wash over him.
“don’t make me pour the bottle on you.” you eye the bottle that was near your feet and he promptly reaches out to put it near him with a tut which makes you giggle.
chungking express wasn’t your usual movie.
there was no rosy romance filled with confessions and promises.
there were just stolen glances, just hoping that someone else wouldn’t take them, just the characters in a world that changed too quickly, just memories that never faded.
it both fascinated and confused you.
why did love have to be so confusing?
if two people liked each other, was it so hard to just say the words and be together?
why did anything else matter?
he notices your confusion, the deep frown on your face is a dead giveaway, and namjoon, shamefully admits to himself, that he finds it cute.
“i can hear your mind all the way here” namjoon taps your temple and you shift to sit with a groan. “i just don’t understand what’s so hard.”
he already wanted to pull you back on his chest but he clears his throat instead.
“please fill me in.”
“if she likes him, why didn’t she just tell him?” you point to the character who was now staring adoringly at her lover, this was just one out of the many times that they’d met and she was yet to make a move.
namjoon stares at the character, all of the words she wants to say die inside of her but her eyes stay alive with the love she holds for her object of admiration.
“i guess it’s not so easy.”
“what is not easy about just saying the words?” you rolled your eyes.
namjoon’s answer is quick, maybe too quick, “i don’t know, giving someone a piece of your most vulnerable form is scary, there is always fear in affection.”
he leaned back uncomfortably after saying it, not knowing if he should’ve said anything at all.
but to you, something about the way namjoon spoke, always put you in a daze. you never heard someone talk the way he did and you weren’t supposed to like the way he talked. “you sound like the wise tortoise from kung fu panda.” you snicker at him instead of blurting out that his words warmed your heart.
in a world where affection and love were dying, namjoon gave a more comforting reason as to why it was dying, maybe it wasn’t the factual reason, but it helped you feel better anyway.
he scrunches his eyebrows and scoffs at you, “he’s my favorite character so, fuck you.” you laugh at his annoyed face and throw your legs over his feet, he adjusts himself and you sink into the side of his arm. namjoon could feel his body wanting you closer but he resisted, he held his arm above you and over the sofa and shoved his desires in deep.
the movie was long, you didn’t particularly like it, and you never understood why people had such a hard time figuring out their feelings but namjoon didn’t have to know. and as soon as the movie ended, he got up to leave.
“you can pick the movie next time,” he says as he puts on his shoes, looking up at you with a knowing grin. “i liked it!” you tried to save your face, following him to the main door.
well, he liked that you were at least pretending to not completely hate it, for his sake.
namjoon turns to you with a quirked eyebrow, finding it all so amusing, and before he can stop himself, he steps closer and places a single kiss on your forehead and just as quickly, steps away.
that wasn’t supposed to happen.
he doesn’t know what came over him.
“i saw you yawn five times in ten minutes, we’ll watch kung fu panda next time.” he snickered with an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach and rushed out the door, to make sure he didn’t do anything again.
and you stand, shell-shocked.
that was not a big deal.
a kiss on the forehead.
not a big deal at all.
it was not a big deal that your hands were clenched by your sides.
it was not a big deal that your cheeks stayed burning hot.
it was not a big deal that your feet refused to move away from where he left.
this shouldn’t be happening.
you guys never just watched a movie, it always led to something more but it wasn’t even in your minds today and that wasn’t okay.
you needed to remind him that your hangouts were for sex only and it can’t be anything else. you needed to remind namjoon that you were getting off track, which was unacceptable.
that night, namjoon dreamt of you in his arms, just you in his arms, that was unacceptable.
but that night, your hands reached to caress the spot where you still felt his lips. and that was also unacceptable.
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you didn’t text him after that, it wasn’t intentional or anything, you just felt that things shifted that night and you didn’t like it, a little distance would set things right back to the way they were.
casual and easy.
because that’s why you two worked, it was always casual and easy with namjoon.
and you hated to admit this to yourself, but you missed him.
which wasn’t so casual and easy.
you checked every post he made on instagram, every story that he uploaded, every song he recommended, and you still answered when he texted you but you let the message hover in your notification board for a few hours and gave every excuse possible to not meet him.
and this was supposed to be easy, you never felt the need to hang out or be with namjoon before, but that feeling was growing as the days passed, without a feel of his skin, without his gaze on you, without his slow laughter flowing through your room.
you wondered how it was for namjoon, maybe he was okay, maybe he didn’t care at all, maybe he was with someone else already and that was all fine, it was how things should be.
“people do fall in love. people do belong to each other because that's the only chance that anyone's got for true happiness.”
paul from breakfast at tiffany’s spoke on the screen, he looked angry but his words plead with his lover to agree with him, to let him sweep her off her feet, he needs her to understand that they are meant to be, even if she tried to deny it, even if she believes in a world where love didn’t exist.
you watched with teary eyes as they both ended up kissing in the rain with all their love pouring into each other.
it made you feel bitter.
it made you feel…empty.
you ignore it.
with an uneasy feeling crawling down your chest, you pull out your phone and your finger immediately reaches for the instagram icon. you waste no time clicking the circle around namjoon’s profile.
god bless him for being so active.
he was at a bar, not too far away from here and he was smiling, surrounded by a large group of friends.
the uneasiness in your chest let up a bit as your lips tugged into a smile too, namjoon’s always had a nice smile.
you really wanted to see him.
as much as it killed you to come to terms with that, every inch of you was trying to run away and find him, melt in him, let him talk through the night about things you never quite understood but enjoyed listening to.
or maybe your forehead just wanted another kiss, maybe your body just wanted company for tonight, maybe you just needed him for the exact benefits your situation rewarded you with.
maybe meeting him wouldn’t be such a bad idea, after all, you two had an arrangement for a reason, to give your bodies to each other.
but he was with his friends, it would be quite rude and obnoxious of you to just ask him to get out of it and meet you, just because you feel more needy than usual.
there were other ways though.
you didn’t have to go for him at all.
it was dinnertime, you were too lazy to cook, it could just be that you were hungry and decided to pick up some food. isn’t it so convenient that the place so close to you with food also has namjoon in it? but it wasn’t about him at all, the last thing on your mind.
a solid plan, if you could say so yourself.
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a gush of wind pushed past you as you stood before the door to the restaurant that held namjoon on the other side. the stars were hard to see as you looked up and took a few deep breaths, it’s been so long since you’ve seen him, so long since you’ve heard his voice, so long since you’ve touched him.
(it’s been two weeks, actually.)
did you want to do this?
is this how you wanted to see him again, with some elaborate ruse?
the answer was yes.
yes, you wanted to do this and yes, this was how you wanted to see him again because you quite literally couldn’t figure out another way to see him.
texting and asking to meet was so old-fashioned.
the loud ring of the bell above your head, made you flinch as you pushed in and a string of greetings from the waiters came toward you, you politely greeted them back but your fingers twitched as you started looking for the person you had come all dolled up for.
you mean, the dish you couldn’t wait to take home and scarf down.
you quickly stepped to the counter where the menu lay and started flipping through it, not caring or seeing anything.
then you heard it.
his laughter.
which through all the noise, somehow made it to your ears.
maybe you had been paying extra attention to hear him somewhere but for now, you will just say that his laughter was too loud because why would you want to hear him when you were here for something else?
nevertheless, a look wouldn’t hurt anyone. you could just see him, satisfy this urge in you, and go back home with warm food.
if you remember the story right (you did, you rewatched it fifty times), namjoon was sitting towards the left side with a group of around six people so, you slyly scanned the left side with eagle eyes.
one quick look.
and nothing else.
and.
nothing.
else.
you told yourself that, ordered yourself that you would not be talking to namjoon.
and there he was.
your breath paused.
he didn’t look anything different from the ordinary.
he was wearing his beige trousers and t-shirt, he was wearing his worn-out beanie, he was laughing with the people around him and it was so simple, so ordinary, a scene that you would see anywhere in any restaurant.
but you wanted to run to him and hold him close, let him warm you, let him run his fingers through your hair, let him never let you go.
and you knew how dangerous it was to feel this way and how this would end for you.
that’s when you saw it.
the fear in affection, that namjoon had so gently explained to you the other day.
your “quick look” lasted more than a few minutes but you were having trouble peeling your eyes away from him.
that was until, you saw his body sit straighter and start looking around, as if he could sense someone’s gaze on him (that was on you, you were probably burning holes into him with your eyes) and you turned your body completely to the other side.
you were just overthinking it, there’s no way namjoon would sense someone casually glancing at him.
“i’ll take this to go, please” you whispered to the person at the counter while hurriedly pointing to some random dish on the menu. they looked at you with an uneasy smile and nodded slowly, you must look crazy to them.
but that didn’t matter, as long as you got your food and you got the hell out of here before namjoon noticed you, you were good with whatever they thought of you.
you scrolled through your phone, still facing fully away from him, and waited for your order to come, your foot tapping restlessly against the floor.
you kept waiting.
and waiting.
and waiting.
why were they taking so long?
the pace at which your foot tapped against the floor increased as you started to grow anxious.
you couldn’t stay forever, namjoon might finish his dinner, he might walk out, passing right by you and you would have to talk then and that was just-
“what are you doing, standing here?”
the tapping of your foot stopped.
exactly what you were dreading.
or exactly what you were hoping for.
you are not sure which one it is anymore.
“oh hey.” you turn around with a lame wave of your hand at the man that you don’t know what you feel for. he was looking at you with crinkled eyes and a teasing smile that picked his cheeks up and made them round.
get a grip.
“you know, the chairs at a restaurant are for sitting.” you follow his gaze to the chairs lined up near the counter.
……
you had nothing to say to that.
“i came to pick up dinner, what are you doing here?” you asked, as if you didn’t know already and he pointed towards the table that you were staring at earlier. “just with a couple of friends, do you want to join us?”
it was your rule, one that you had established wordlessly, stating clearly that you were not meant to hang out with each other’s friends but you always had wondered what namjoon was like around his friends.
was he just as snarky?
was he just as wise?
did he have an answer to everything for them as well?
you let him take your hand and walk you to the loud table, the food that you hadn’t noticed, grew cold on the counter.
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“namjoon used to be so uptight then, he didn’t even help us on the test, he told us, ‘ey, i won’t be there in the future to help you out, so figure your shit out’, and he said this for one math problem, for one stupid test!” his friend, yoongi, barked out with a deepened voice to imitate namjoon and you loved every minute of it, as your head fell back in laughter.
namjoon smiled sheepishly, though his eyes threw daggers at yoongi and hid his face behind his huge hands, turning away from you.
you found that especially adorable.
“what a narc” you shoved his shoulder and, everyone erupted into loud laughter around the table. namjoon squinted his eyes and tried to give you an intimidating glare, which soon melted into a smile when you raised your eyebrows at him.
it felt so good.
he had his arm around your shoulder, you were almost buried into his side, the soft scent of his perfume enveloped around you and his friends seemed to love you. and the best of all, his eyes gazed over you constantly, to check on you or look at you, you had no idea but you enjoyed the attention nonetheless.
only if what you had was real, only if you knew namjoon as much as they seemed to, only if you could grab his neck and kiss him.
you shook your head at those thoughts, whatever this comfort zone was, it was only for tonight, you would never hang out with his friends again or be around him in this way again. you were only allowing this for tonight.
but.
you liked this so much.
“you good?” namjoon pulled you in closer to whisper to you, his eyes assessing the frown growing on your face.
no, i suddenly want to know everything about you, after ages of being fine with knowing nothing.
“yeah, all good” you smiled at him, tipping back your glass to hide the building tension in your throat. everyone around the table started standing up and namjoon pulled you up as well, but his hand stayed around you, holding you gently yet in a way that wouldn’t make it too easy for you to let go.
“it was so nice meeting you.” another friend of his, seokjin, wrapped you in a hug as namjoon’s arm stayed around your back, you smiled and hugged everyone else, as much as you could with his arm on you and they started waving their goodbyes, leaving you and namjoon.
you didn’t want to say ‘well, good to see you, let’s go back to fucking next week’, you didn’t want to wave goodbye and leave the warmth that radiated off namjoon, you didn’t want to go home, and think too much about his hand on your waist.
and namjoon surprised you.
“your place?” he asked, leading you out into the cold night as well and you felt the weight of all your doubts levitate off you, you tried to not agree too quickly but you couldn’t help but nod eagerly which made him smile in response, pulling you in tighter.
you two walked leisurely, with all the time in the world in your hands, and the night got darker, colder, and namjoon’s grip on you got tighter, warmer.
you didn’t speak a word, only stole glances at his side profile every once in a while, to make sure that somehow you hadn’t conjured this from your dreams, that this was reality and namjoon was here.
“what’s on your mind?” he catches your eyes, which were admiring his jaw and you look away, wanting to disappear into the night. he tugs on your hand, to urge you to answer him and you do, “your friends are hilarious, i had a very good time so thank you for inviting me.” the ‘thank you’ came out more awkwardly than you had thought.
but thankfully, namjoon found you endearing so he laughs at your scrunched-up face.
“i mean you were right there, i wasn’t going to let you go and eat alone in your apartment. but what a coincidence, right? us turning up at the same place. besides, i was going to ask you to meet them soon anyway.” he had a lovely smile on his face, he seemed to find the idea very charming, that you had somehow stumbled on each other and a pang of guilt shot through you for orchestrating the whole thing.
and the guilt worsened as the television played mindlessly in the background, as your body tangled around his, as his breath came too close, too loud, and his hands gripped onto your hair. you felt him everywhere and nowhere around you, it unnerved you.
you pulled apart hastily, the simple, harmless lie you told was enough to put some invisible wall between you and him. it felt wrong that he thought it was some sweet moment but it wasn’t.
namjoon immediately retracted, pulling his hands to himself but remaining close as he watched your reaction carefully, “do you want me to leave? because it’s okay if you’re not in the mood or don’t want me around right now, i get it.” the sound of his even breaths, his soothing tone, forced you to look at him.
“i lied,” you expected it to be harder to tell him but it wasn’t, namjoon sat up with an eyebrow quirked up as you explained to him that your turning up at the pub was no coincidence, that you had come there after seeing his instagram story.
“that’s it?” you nodded, skin burning with embarrassment, only looking up when you heard his low, amused laughter. namjoon shook his head at you, “but why? you can always call me, you know, i loved that you met them and had a good time.” he reached over to shut off the television and pull your legs from under you and onto his lap, his fingers tapped your thighs as you fell back on the sofa, covering your face with your hands.
“i felt like i couldn’t,” maybe it was because your voice sounded so small, maybe because he finally saw how truly upset you were about this but namjoon pulled you back and rested your head on his shoulder, “you always can, it doesn’t matter how or what or where we are, just call me and i’ll be here to finish all of your wine,” though you laughed at his words and buried yourself further into his collarbone, you knew you weren’t telling him the simple truth.
that night, once again, you didn’t do anything, you absentmindedly watched some movie, you crawled into bed next to him, he kissed your forehead, and fell asleep.
“namjoon?” you whispered against his snores, he stirred ever so slightly, hands reaching up to pat where you were sleeping, hands relaxing when they touched you.
“yeah?” he groaned into the pillow, “i came because,” you started, words swallowing down your throat, words flying out of your mouth.
“yeah?” this time, he looked up with squinted, sleepy eyes, and your heart drowned in adoration at the sight.
because i missed you.
it was simple words but how awful would it be, if you uttered them, and your heart that was drowning with adoration now, would have nothing to drown for?
“i just wanted to see you,” because you missed him so desperately, and a text or call wouldn’t have fed the hunger your longing left you with.
“i’m glad, because i missed you,” he kissed your shoulder and turned away to continue his slumber.
and left you with the same simple words you had been too scared to utter.
somehow, namjoon always voiced the simple words, even if they were naked, he voiced them as if it was nothing to put your bleeding heart out on your sleeve because missing someone was intimate, it was dangerous.
and that’s when your heart drowns again, you finally realize that namjoon has gotten closer to you.
a little too close.
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what does it take for a person to be close?
is it the physical distance that lessens with every breath?
is it the emotional distance that connects you with an invisible string from miles away?
being close to someone is a fickle thing.
a person who knows everything about you, may not feel close.
but a person who tries to know you, may feel close.
namjoon feels close.
nights pass where the line between what you and namjoon were and what you were supposed to be, blurred to oblivion. you stopped questioning what it was, you stopped counting the beats your heart skipped every time he showed up at your door.
this night, both physically and emotionally, namjoon is close.
“why do you always read romantic books?” he hums, casually, as things have always been between you two as his hand lazily runs across your hair. he isn’t prying, it’s just a mild curiosity.
but it’s a question no one’s ever asked you.
you read romance to feel the love you yearn for.
that is your answer, there is a yearning in you that isn’t quenched by anything else except books that put your longing in words. it’s an answer you can’t give to namjoon.
“they’re just fun” you shrug, looking up and hoping he would buy your lie. he does not, he doesn’t try to hide that he doesn’t believe you but with a small smile and shake of his head, he lets you live with the lie.
“the real thing’s more fun.”
you remained silent.
you hugged him closer.
you didn’t sleep that night.
-
“have you got everything?” namjoon said, as he loaded your bags into the back of his car, “you helped me pack yesterday, namjoon, and you drilled my head for hours after to make sure of it,” you rolled your eyes at him, and he chuckled, patting your head, “just checking.”
you ignored the rush of warmth that filled your fingertips and your toes, you and namjoon were heading out of the city, into a tiny, charming town with his friends where you would spend about four days in a cabin there.
and yes, you know what it sounds like but when you received a call from namjoon, his excited, hopeful voice, you could imagine his face reflecting all of that, and you couldn’t say no.
the drive up is short, you sleep through it and namjoon plays soothing songs to avoid waking you up. the cabin is beautiful but you already know that from pictures and upon arrival, you are greeted with loud shouts and long hugs from his friends, you almost melt from all the affection they shower you with.
“this is for you,” yoongi hums as he drops a keycard into the palm of your hands before disappearing into his room and you trudge up the stairs to reach yours.
of course, you aren’t surprised when you see namjoon unpacking his clothes into drawers once you open the door, you know you had to share a room with him, considering that you are a guest on this trip.
it did make you reluctant at first but now, you were just waiting for your feelings to set you ablaze to make themselves known.
“hey, you” namjoon sings as he walks past you, but not without dropping a kiss on your temple that has your shoulders stiffening and your face tingling. “we’re going out in a bit to start a barbeque, see you there?”
you nod, your stomach reeling from the subtle touch of his hands that brush your arms before walking out the door.
you fall on the bed with your head in your hands, on days like these, you wish you could walk up to namjoon and ask him, what did you mean to him? did he think of you in the darkness of the night? did he want you around always?
because you did.
but you couldn’t ask.
-
drinks were passed, fairy lights descended on you, and soft singing filled the air.
“and our wise namjoon was just telling us what love is,” yoongi dramatically gestured to his red-faced, swaying friends and your ears picked up, hoseok groaned, “what did he say though?”
“that love is wanting to know someone more every day,” hoots and cheers and teases filled the air as namjoon buried his face into the side of your arm and complained endlessly under his breath.
you tried to laugh but you wanted to know everything about namjoon, what did that say about you?
and he asked you about yourself all the time, what did that say about him?
the question left you uneasy and annoyed.
“there’s a lake just around here,” jungkook looked at everyone around him with a suspicious glint shining in his eyes, then he got up, “race you there!” he yelled and took off, heavy feet thudding on the soft ground and everyone squealed in delight as they followed him.
namjoon pulled your hand with his as the cold air rushed over your face, a smile was frozen on your face and you ran until your lungs burned. it was out of a movie, the way your hair flowed, the way your laughs blended into the night, the way namjoon couldn’t stop looking at you.
then, as you expected, jungkook got pushed into the lake, he surfaced to yell at jimin only to break into giggles, and soon, everyone was trying to push everyone.
but namjoon only wanted to push you.
you ran around, escaping his touch in mere seconds, looking back breathlessly to see if he was near, and when he did catch you, he didn’t just throw you in, he threw both of you together.
you fell into the water, a laughing, bumbling mess but as cold as the night was, namjoon was warm so you snuggled into his neck and he held you with strong arms that wouldn’t let you drown.
close.
namjoon was so close.
“oh god, the couple’s at it again,” jin groaned and splashed water on the two of you and namjoon laughed out loud, pushing more water onto jin’s face.
but jin was wrong.
“we’re not a couple,” you nervously laughed, hands instinctively loosening around namjoon’s neck and he froze under you, his hands loosening around you as well as he cleared his throat.
jin swam away before he had to deal with the tension between you two.
namjoon’s arms left your body and you felt something break inside you as he pulled himself out of the water and wordlessly offered you, his hand. you grabbed it unsurely, not looking at him either.
you both didn’t speak at all until you reached your room.
-
“why did you say that?”
“say what?” you sat on the bed, picking on the lint that gathered on the sheets, unwilling to look at him.
“don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about, you’re smarter than that and i know it,” namjoon pinned you with serious eyes, making your heart burn in your chest, “but we’re not a couple.” you whisper, hands tightening on the sheets.
namjoon sighed, a heavy sigh, a sigh that conveyed irritation, disappointment, and restrained anger.
“i don’t understand why you’re upset, we are not a couple,” your irritation reared its head and namjoon shook his head, sitting beside you.
“are we not?” his question is breathless, lifeless, it’s waiting for you to revive it, pour life into it, and your eyes water without any command from you.
you think of the nights you spent together, the laughs you laughed together, the meals you’ve eaten together, the words that grow into a tower between you two and you think, yes, perhaps you are a couple without ever knowing it.
but it wasn’t supposed to be this.
“we had an arrangement,” you fight on, “which went to shit the second you met my friends,” he counters and you bite your lip, annoyed.
“i didn’t plan for that to happen.”
“but it happened.”
“do you really not know?” he asks again, and you know what he’s going to say, you turn away, legs coming to close around your chest.
his eyes widened and with a smile filled that held gentle surprise, he spoke as if his own words shocked him, as if he couldn’t believe he brought them to life.
“i like you. no actually, i love you.”
“don’t.”
namjoon moves away, physically his body flinches from you.
you silently crawl up on the bed and lay your head on the pillow, you gather your courage which crumbles when he comes up too and his hands find yours, he squeezes in question, what do you mean?
why did it have to be him, of all people?
“don't like me cause i don't know how to like you back, not in the way you want and not in the way that will ever be enough for you,” you say quickly, wanting this torture inside you to give up and go home, so you can finally be at peace with yourself.
it took all of two minutes for namjoon to remove himself from you.
and he left you in the bed, you clutched the pillowcase as you heard his footsteps recede from the room and you flinched when the door shut.
you cried, you put your arms around yourself and cradled your face to sleep, maybe it would be nice to feel someone else hold you but you couldn't let that be namjoon, it had to be someone that you could hurt and be okay with it.
-
namjoon was ignoring you, he didn’t come back to the room that night and now, he was sitting a few feet away from you and you couldn’t ignore the way everyone glanced between you two.
“the fireworks will start at 8, everyone be back by then,” jin announced, receding from the gathering and going back into the home.
“come, okay? we’ve got drinks and food,” jungkook squeezed your shoulder as he walked past, of course, he noticed you and namjoon not talking and he was sweet for making sure you were coming. you gave him a weak smile and nod.
when you reach the place where fireworks are supposed to light up the sky, there’s only namjoon on the bench that was too long for just one person.
there was so much space.
there was so much place.
but you didn’t fit in there, not next to him.
your hands wrung the cardigan dangling on your arms as a sharp exhale tried to stabilize you.
you turn around to leave but stop in your tracks when his eyes fall on the back of your head. even without looking back, you know he’s seen you and if you left, you would feel even more pathetic.
“don’t go,” he whispers, it’s hard to hear him over the crickets chirping but his voice finds its way to you and you want to cry again, “even if we’re not talking, don’t go.”
so, you stay.
you look at the lake in front of namjoon and he looks at the empty bench next to him, he knows who should be there and you know who shouldn’t be there.
even far away, his presence suffocates you, not in a dangerous way, but in a way that you would forever want to be suffocated.
everyone else arrives loudly, carrying cans of beer and packets of food and some of them sit down, jungkook and jimin are kind enough to stand next to you and keep you company but even they know where you should’ve been instead.
the rest of the night, you remember in gaps.
you remember looking at his hand when everyone looked at the fireworks, you remember the way his face lit up with a thousand colors, you remember the way his voice cheered at the sight in the sky, you remember the way his skin traveled and embraced his body.
how was something as ordinary as skin, so extraordinary when it came to him?
you wanted to become one, to melt into him and never come back to your true self. your hand itched to touch, to reach out but instead, it tightens on your cardigan and you force yourself to look away.
-
when you got back home from the cabin, namjoon had dropped you at your room, carried your bags in, and left immediately after as if being in your presence was unbearable for him, which made you cry as soon as the door shut behind him.
now, you were in bed, it was tuesday and you had no one in your life again.
you watched your phone like a hawk, jumping at every ting! it made but it was never namjoon and you always found yourself wishing it was.
your arm dangled off the sofa as you watched kung fu panda play on the tv.
"your story might not have a happy beginning, but that does not make you who you are." soothsayer spoke on the screen and you watched with your lips between your teeth, ignoring the way your heart skipped over when the scene cut to the wise turtle, oogway.
you didn’t want to think of namjoon, you didn’t want to think of his laugh when you called him a wise turtle nor did you want to think of how you could be watching this with him right now.
but he was out of your life now.
and you didn’t know how to live it anymore.
you suddenly were too aware of how lonely you were and too aware of how no one could soothe the loneliness nor cure it.
you saw the book he had given you that was on your coffee table still, you saw his wine glass that was tucked away in a corner of your kitchen, you saw his sweater that you never bothered giving back and you felt yourself crumble from within.
when someone leaves your life, the life you had before them seems alien, not yours.
and your life, right now, was just not yours.
-
“but he wasn’t even that good-looking, so it wasn’t too sad,” your friends laughed around the table as one of them spoke, you raised your glass to your lips and sipped to kill the words inside you.
but my man was beautiful, my man was everything, so it is sad for me.
when your friends called you to meet up, it seemed like a beacon of light shoved into your life and you immediately accepted, you had to go back to your life before namjoon.
“i don’t think i’ve ever liked anyone enough to be sad after we break up,” one of them sighed and the rest followed.
but i’m so sad.
“but how do we know if we like someone that much?” you asked silently, not really meaning to and all their heads snapped to you.
“i’ve only loved that much once, and it was…strange, none of me felt like me anymore, i guess you without them stops making sense,” your friend said, her eyes shimmered with memories of her past love. the ball in your throat grew tighter and it wound itself around your entire being.
you without namjoon, didn’t make sense.
and you were close to letting him out of your life forever.
you pushed against the table, hands shaking but you were so determined, it was suddenly too clear that you needed him.
“guys, i have to go.” they all smiled and giggled as they watched you run out of the restaurant.
-
you ran into the pouring rain, water splashed on your sneakers and your jeans but you kept pushing forward.
if you lose namjoon now, you will never forgive yourself, if you lose him after finally realizing that you need him in your life, you will never recover from the pain.
your hands hurriedly stuffed into your bag, pulling out your phone and checking his instragram, you were blessed with a view of his home and book in his stories so you wasted no time in dialing his number, pressing it to your ear and praying to every raindrop falling on you that he would pick up.
he picked up.
you stopped in your tracks.
there was only his breathing on the other side, some static noises too, and still just the simple act of him picking up the call had you sighing out in relief.
“namjoon, please come out,” you whispered, eyes lining with tears that would join the rain on your face and he sighed, you held your breath until he spoke.
then, after a pregnant silence, he sighed again, “okay.”
you cut the call and started running again, renewed energy slammed on the ground as you ran for your life, for your love.
as you finally reached his apartment, your heart raced with anticipation. the running left you breathless, the rain was merciless but the thought of seeing him filled you with an energy that surpassed any physical exhaustion.
and you bent over, catching your breath, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach. your mind raced with thoughts of what to say, how to express the feelings swirling within you. with each cough, you felt the intensity of your emotions grow, this moment, this night, this rain could change everything for you.
but you knew that whatever you said, whatever you decided to reveal, it would come from ages of knowing but denying your heart.
when someone you love leaves your life, the life you had before them stops making sense, that’s when the hollowness comes in, that’s when you realize you need them.
and you were done, you were done hiding and you were pretending that you didn’t want him under your very skin.
then, the rain stops.
to correct it, the rain stops falling on your head.
you see his shoes in front of you and muffle the cry that erupts in your throat.
you look up impatiently, so quickly that namjoon jerks back and you curse yourself with every word possible, how did you ever deny yourself of him?
“why are you here?” namjoon tries to stay stoic, and cool, even as his hands scream at him to pull you to him, to let his skin become yours and instead, his hands tighten on the umbrella he’s holding over you.
“i was wrong that day,” you gasped out, and his heart lurched even as he tried not to hope for too much, “which day?”
“when i tried to act like we weren’t anything, i was wrong, namjoon, so terribly wrong,” you shook your head at yourself, pushing your hair away from your face, your chin trembled as you tried to talk to the one person who made your heart run like a racehorse.
“and i was so scared, but i should have never lied to you or myself just because i was scared,” he listened, patient as ever, but you saw his eyes go red and the way his nose twitched with a sniff.
“but why were you scared? it’s just me,” he laughed, as if he wasn’t the most extraordinary person ever, as if everything he spoke didn’t carry a bit of magic, as if he wasn’t magic himself.
“i was scared because,” you swallowed, can you say it out loud?
something about the rain made everything look so beautiful, so pure, so vulnerable but it made your heart feel so heavy, feel so filled with dread that it might burst, because if he didn’t believe you, if he laughed and walked away, you wouldn’t know how to live with yourself.
his hand snaked up your arm and something tender floated in the air around you, something that made you feel so close to namjoon, something that felt so right. but you weren't speaking a word, nor were you touching him, but you were in front of him and he was in front of you, and just like this, you felt as if someone had laid you bare.
“when i hold me, it's imperfect, i don't touch all of me and that's fine, it's just me, but if i don't hold you perfectly, the way you deserve, i might just die from guilt,” you breathed out, chin trembling again and namjoon held your jaw, and your eyes fell close.
“if i hurt you, i can never come back from it because you’re a good person, you don’t hesitate to say things like, ‘i miss you’ or ‘i saw this and i thought of you’, but those things scare me, i’ve never said them before.”
“but?” he mused, pushing your hair behind your ear and you curled into his palm, leaning your entire face on it.
you laughed, it wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad, it was just a sound, “but i don’t know to live without you, i need you, i miss you even when you’re away for a second, i think of you in every movie i watch and i see you in some or the other character in every book i read, i see you everywhere in my life and i need you in it.”
“my life isn’t mine without you, i love you.” you pleaded.
and everything was silent for a second, he looked at you, you looked at him, you felt his skin become yours again, you felt the relief flooding in you but you also felt desperate to hear his voice.
“at some point, you’re going to need someone to hold you, the right way i mean” namjoon spoke finally, and you nodded, grabbing onto his shirt, “it needs to be you.”
namjoon’s never been able to deny you of anything at all so he says, “it will be me. now, come here,” he pulled on your arm until you fell on his chest and the rest of the world fell into place for you, you gripped onto him as if someone was going to take him away and namjoon laughed, kissing your forehead, which sent a numbing tingle all over your body.
“i love you too.” it felt right, you didn’t want to run away and take back everything you said, you wanted to hear him say it again and again, you wanted to say it again and again.
being close to someone is a fickle thing.
a person who knows everything about you, may not feel close.
but a person who tries to know you, may feel close.
and namjoon was so close that it didn’t make sense, like many stories you’ve read in your life, but it didn’t have to.
because from now on, he was you, and you were him.
and from now on, you and him, are the magical story that you would tell to everyone else.
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00. The Curiosity of Haku Shota
Pairing: alien!soul x fem!reader
Genre: Slice of life, fluff
Warnings: mentions of bugs (´-`)
Word Count: 2,159
👾 - I decided to write a small piece as a filler for the actual fic I'm writing with this concept. I realized it was gonna take me longer than I wanted, so l'm writing this to get me motivated T^T I wanted my debut to be the longer fic but oh well :) This can be read as a stand alone as it doesn't add much to the main plot :) The main fic wil be linked once it's finished!
Sorry in advance if there's any mistakes,l wrote this kinda fast ( ´~`)
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💿 - Aya Hirano, Super Driver !!
“Y/n! Come on! Wake up! Don’t waste your summer lying around all day! I wanna do stuff!!”
Ugh…
It’s been a couple of months since Soul crashed into your apartment, him first arriving at the time when you were still in classes. He’s become accustomed to your way of life quickly, seamlessly blending into what is human society. However, it's now summer, and he’s been begging every day to do something new, saying that it’s all for his ‘research.’ You laid on your carpeted floor, limbs sprawled out in a starfish shape as the cheap fan you bought at a market once was blasting at full speed, squeaking as it does its turns.
“What is it that you want to do Soul…?” The grogginess in your voice made it evident that you had no intention of getting up at any moment. However, Soul continued on, ignoring your groggy state.
“I want to go on a bike ride! Oh! And have a picnic! And draw with chalk! And maybe go star gazing at night!”
“That’s quite the list you’ve got there…” Although these were pretty mundane things to you, you couldn’t help but entertain Soul and his shenanigans, his excitement lifting a small smile upon your lips.
“I know! I thought about it all last night! It's stuff I've heard humans do during their free time.” A proud grin made itself onto his lips.
“Okay,” you chuckled fondly, “come help me make some sandwiches then.” It was just like Soul to drag you out of your apartment to do something. Just yesterday, the two of you had gone bug catching, Soul having the brilliant idea to make it a contest to see who could catch the most. It was no surprise to see that he had caught more than you by the end of it, boasting about having done his research on the most efficient way humans catch bugs. Of course, you didn’t let him keep any of the bugs he caught as you didn’t want any crawling around in your apartment. He dejectedly let the bugs go, seeing them fly out into the horizon. You couldn’t lie though, the scenery was beautiful (minus the flapping of the bugs…), the sun was starting to set just beyond the horizon and if it wasn’t for Soul, you would have spent this summer alone in your apartment.
“You, know they might return the favor one day, since you were so kind to let them go.” You glanced to your side, Soul was staring at the sunset in awe as all the little bugs he caught flew away.
“Return the favor?” He ripped his eyes from the sight in front of him to look at you in confusion. You couldn’t help but admire how ethereal he looked under the sun’s rays, his sun kissed skin and deep brown eyes reflected the sun’s true colors as the bit of breeze that picked up swept his hair, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
“C’mon,” you chuckled, “Let’s go back home.”
Cut back to now, you lazily got up off your carpeted floor, already missing the fan’s cool breeze against your face
“What type of sandwiches are we making??” Soul excitedly followed behind you as you slowly made your way into your cramped kitchen.
“I guess whatever we find in the fridge…” Luckily, you did have the correct ingredients to make sandwiches, having bought the stuff a couple of weeks ago. You spent the next thirty minutes teaching Soul how to make a simple ham and cheese sandwich, not because of his lack of experience but because of your lack of ingredients (which he didn’t seem to mind), his excitement over making sandwiches made the chore a bit more bearable.
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“C’mon! Hurry up! I wanna get to the park already!”
“I’m coming…” Soul had already reached the end of the steps, waiting beside your baby blue bike that you had gotten for your birthday. He had already placed the basket of food onto the bike’s built in basket, hands on his hips as he waited for you to ascend the stairs.
“You know, we’re gonna have to pass by the store to get the chalk you wanted, cuz I certainly don’t have any…” You finally reached the end of the stairs, Soul’s frown turning into a smile.
“I’ve got that settled already!”
There’s that proud smile again…
“What? How?”
“Your neighbor! I had mentioned it a while ago to her while you were out shopping, and she let me borrow some as long as we bring them back!” Soul boasted, you could only let out a sigh in response.
“So you had this all planned, huh? C’mon, get on the back of the bike.” Soul eagerly made his way on the back of your bike, holding onto your waist for security. The bike ride to the park was surprisingly peaceful. You half expected Soul to ask you about every little thing he saw on the way. Instead, he sat quietly behind you, squeezing you once in a while to hold on when the tighter turns came.
Soul honestly just liked being in your presence. He knew that asking you many questions tired you out, having once realizing that when your tone of voice turned into something less friendly by what seemed like his 500th question that day. Soul once again hugged you tighter, feeling only grateful for all you’ve done for him since he got there, a feeling he doesn’t experience often. Sure, he’s always experienced excitement ever since he arrived on Earth, especially when you comply to his wishes, however, sometimes he feels this inexplicable feeling in his chest whenever he’s close to you, almost as if he’s out of breath. He wonders if you’ve ever felt that before.
He might have to do some research on that later.
“Soul, we’re here.” Your voice broke through his thoughts as he eagerly jumped off your bike as you went to park it. While he was running off to who knows where, you looked for a good place under the shade to set the quilted picnic blanket you brought.
“Y/n! Come! What’s that vehicle over there???” You looked to what seemed to be an ice cream truck, you knew what he was going to ask once you told him, however, a good ice cream cone would be wonderful in this hot weather.
“It’s a truck that sells ice cream. You want some?” You weren’t surprised when he eagerly nodded his head yes, running over to stand behind all the other children who were begging their parents to get them ice cream.
“Do you know what flavor you want?” Once you caught up to him, you looked over the poster plastered onto the side of the truck, skimming through all the flavors they had.
“I’ll try what you have, I’m not particularly interested in any one of them. If I could, I'd try them all…”
Of course you would…
“Hmm, should we try the strawberry then?”
“Sure!”
The two of you had what seemed to be a feast for the both of you as you gobbled up every piece of food you had brought plus the ice cream, Soul seeming to be the one enjoying it the most. After the meal however, Soul ran off to chase some bugs again while you stayed seated in your spot on the blanket under the shade, having had enough of the ‘creepy crawlies’ since your small excursion the day before. Without noticing, an affectionate gaze landed upon your features as you looked over Soul who was carefully examining the grass beneath the (already) dirty sneakers you let him borrow. You couldn’t help but build a sense of endearment towards the alien that appeared in your apartment unannounced. It was only natural, right? You had spent several months together by now, Soul accompanying you through almost everything. You’d feel a little strange if he wasn’t there by your side bugging you about every ‘cool’ thing he saw. You wondered how you’d feel once his research period was over and he’d have to go back home.
“Y/n!”
There he goes calling my name again…
“Yes Soul?”
“Let’s go draw with the chalk!” He was already running off again, expecting you to be able to catch up to his speed. He led you towards the pavement pathway where previous chalk drawings were, some already being washed out due to age.
“What are you planning to draw?” Soul handed you a few chalk pieces before going a few squares away from you.
“It’s a secret!” You playfully rolled your eyes at his childlike nature, his nose scrunched as he turned away to scribble. You drifted your sight to the empty pavement square beneath you, sighing.
Guess I’ve gotta draw something…
Your artistic skills weren’t the best per se, but you couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the cute but childlike drawing made out of the pastel chalk colors Soul had handed you. You were so engaged in your drawing, however, that you didn’t see or hear Soul walking behind you.
“That’s your drawing?” Soul’s soft but snarky voice came from behind you, eliciting another eye roll from you.
“Oh, come on! Show me yours then!” You stomped your way to his square on the pavement, a series of squiggles and lines as well as intricate shapes were drawn with the chalk.
“Uh, what’s that?”
“It’s the writing system we use in space! I was hoping that if I write it big enough, my friends and family up there will be able to see it!” He wore that proud grin once more, showing off his penmanship in his language.
“Oh! What does it say then?” You stepped closer to examine his work, intrigued by the intricate work that went into the writing.
“Um, just letting them know that I’m doing okay,” his right hand went to rub his chin in thought, “I wonder if I wrote it big enough though…”
“I’m sure they’ll see it,” you reassured him, “They’ll be happy to hear that you’re doing well.” You tried giving him a reassuring smile to ease the worry that was present on his face, his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought.
“You really think so? Okay then!” In the blink of an eye, his worrisome expression changed to his usual carefree smile that he carries.
That was fast…
“Y/n! Let’s go draw something together over there!” And once again, Soul was dragging you to another place to draw. You spent the rest of the afternoon drawing on the pavement with Soul, him claiming that this has to be the ‘best drawing to ever exist,’ meaning that he wanted to put in the extra time to perfect it as much as possible. What he wanted to execute though, was a ‘family portrait’ of you and him so that his family and friends in space would be able to see what he was up to. And as always, you obliged to his demands, putting in the extra elbow grease to draw it as he imagined it. As a finishing touch, Soul added the orange, tabby cat that hung out on your balcony at random times, Soul claiming that they’re best friends.
“Perfect! We’re done!” Soul looked over the drawing with pride, the sun had already set and the stars were starting to twinkle brightly.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Oh definitely!” he nodded eagerly “And we finished just in time to go stargazing!” Before you could say anything, Soul grabbed your hand to lead you to the picnic blanket under the tree, this time, a bit more calmer.
“Why’d you wanna stargaze anyway? I thought you lived amongst the stars based on what you’ve told me.” You sat down one last time on the blanket right next to him, Soul immediately laying his head right on your lap, your hand came up to rest on his multicolored hair.
“I wanted to see the stars with you.” The phrase touched you more than you thought it would, the meaning behind his words bringing a certain heavy feeling on your chest almost bringing you to tears.
“I promise I’ll keep in touch with you once my research period on Earth is over. You better keep in touch too!” You couldn’t see it, however you could almost sense that carefree grin he always carries forming on his face.
“Okay, I promise I’ll keep in touch too.”
I wouldn’t want to forget you…
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The basic dynamics of Hirano and Kagiura's relationship
First of all, I don't like comparing the two because they both fall into the spectrum of ideal romance and the other into complicated romance, But just to make things clear, Sasaki To Miyano is more genuine and romantic while Hirano To Kagiura is more on the complicated side discuss identity crisis where hirano is dealing with his self issues and Kagiura deals with his concept of love Unlike Sasamiya where everything was perfect, friendship, admiration, feelings, time to give a proper answer, mutual feelings
But I will use this in some paradoxes between natural and complex relationships to illustrate some points, fair enough
1. Kagiura's personality is the fastest to develop in this relationship. He just loves his roommate, trying to make sure of his feelings, but thanks to his friend's support, he determined his proper definition of love. Of course, a large part of him is inclined towards his parents' relationship* and as I mentioned before His desire to feel Hirano's feelings for him turned into a physical desire because he couldn't get the look he wanted from Hirano's eyes.
* With that said, I want to touch on this point since this is one of the ways the manga shows how childish Kagiura is, it's something where you ask a child what they want to do when they grow up and they'll tell you they want to be like their mom or dad
I actually asked one of the kids in the family a couple of days ago what she wanted her partner to be like when she grew up, and her response was simple "a kind and a caring person." (You can pull any child near you and they will give you the same answer).
Isn't that exactly what Kagi loves about Hirano? (I mean I know this is a natural trait of the person you love but usually it is not only this, I hope this makes sense) What I'm trying to explain here is how Kagiura is always referred to as a child
Not only that, but Hirano's rejection of him activated the stubborn (and seemingly childish) feeling inside him. Hirano had already rejected him twice (9 - 23.5) But he was vehemently denying it, confident that Hirano would "REALIZE HIS FEELINS" and not "give up." (Because I used to see a lot of people saying that Kagiura is forcing Hirano)
As I mentioned before, this is blind optimism.
Unlike Sasaki, who didn't think he had much hope, and in the time he gave Miyano to think, he was happy that Miyano was thinking of him and didn't want anything else, and even if he had rejected him I'm sure everything would have stayed the same and he wouldn't ask Miya to think again at any chance He was really grateful to have Miano in his life, just it
2. Move to Hirano who The one on his side of the relationship is much slower and also late, since this was the first time he experienced something like this, he had no one to confess to, he had no one to love, and he had never been in a relationship before, Hirano struggles to define and understand love itself, He is not looking for a clear concept, he is trying to find a concept
He had never thought about it before, and it seemed to him that everything he did to Kagiura, from pampering and loving, was a natural act, as he was searching for a sense of responsibility throughout the story.
He was the only child of his parents, intellectually intelligent, but socially stupid, qualities that formed fertile ground for the desire to feel responsible.
We can see how he is a supporting character in the main manga like Hanazawa, but unlike Hanazawa who was driven by anxiety, Hirano was driven by responsibility.
Every time Kagiura gets close to Hirano physically and Hirano doesn't move, it's not that Hirano wants Kagiura to get closer, it's not that Hirano trusts Kagiura not to get closer, but it's already made clear that Hirano doesn't mind Kagiura touching him, it's just that he doesn't understand what this should mean, it's not that he doesn't want to or that he wants to, he just stands helpless not understanding (The thing is, in chapter 20, he was just surprised, but he wasn't bothered by it)
Unlike Sasaki and Miyano, there was a boundary and a line between the contact between them.
The most likely idea for me is that Hirano is slow to understand his feelings because he is trying to understand Kagiura and has never tried to understand himself.
#I hope this was fun and helpful to read because I really enjoyed writing this and it took me some good time to sort things out#My psychology professor complimented me a lot today#Yes#I analyze gay characters ma'am#hirano to kagiura#hirano and kagiura#sasaki to miyano#kagiura akira#hirano taiga#sasamiya#hirano to kagiura analysis
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Hello, my lovely! I hope it's okay that I send something in for your monsters prompt list! Okay, okay so... for the longest time Grimmjow was my all time fave in Bleach BUT... Shinji has piqued my interest recently, so may I request Shinji, Witches, fem!reader, and he is the one that says, "A love potion? Don't you know how dangerous those can be?..." I wish you a lovely rest of October 💜🧡
warnings: use of love potion, smut, breast play/nipple play, making out, mentions of injuries pairings: Shinji Hirano x Fem!Shinigami!Reader
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It was ridiculous to have such a big crush on him. The way he made you feel infuriated you. You didn’t want to be so attached to someone so aloof and thought so highly of himself. He was too cocky, but really you think that’s what drew you in even more.
The way he carries himself around with such a smug confidence makes you want to tear your heart out and stomp on it for being so stupid. How could you fall in love with Shinji? He’s not even the best looking guy out there!
Yet…oh yet you were drawn to that toothy smile. The way he would smirk at you had your stomach in knots. The way he’d make jokes at your expense had you both angry and swooning. He was a fun guy a lot of the time, but his confidence had you thinking you were stupid to fall for someone like that.
You found yourself seeking advice from all kinds of people. They sent you to all different places in the Rukongai to help you with your self-proclaimed affliction. Only those who knew you well knew what was going on, but you still wanted to find the right answer for this little problem.
A witch…yes a witch.
She ended up being your answer to everything. She admitted to you that she already knew who you were in love with, so making a love potion for him would be so simple. And with that, she sent you on your way with the little vial in your hands.
Of course you’d be called away on a mission with the man in question. You kept the little vial tucked in your breast pocket and you’d be using it as soon as you could. The mission went poorly, probably because you were distracted by having Shinji so close.
The worst was when you were ducked behind a wall together. It was so close quarters with him right now. You were slightly injured and for once, he seemed so concerned for you. Then that grin spreads on his face. He notices the little vial peeking out and he grabs it.
“Ha! Is this…oh this is definitely…”
He holds it over your head, making you groan in annoyance. You couldn’t quite reach for it without getting even closer to him. When you do, he wraps his other arm around you and pulls you in for a kiss.
Your eyes close for a moment as you melt into this. What is happening right now? You think to yourself before you lean in closer. Shinji has his tongue sliding into your mouth, tangling with yours in such a lewd manner.
“A love potion?” he asks as he pulls away. A trail of saliva keeps you both connected. “Don’t you know how dangerous those can be?”
You whimper softly, “I thought…I thought it was the right choice.”
He pushes you against the wall, kissing you again. It’s more aggressive this time. It’s deeper than before. His hands caress your sides before he’s opening your shirt a bit more. He leaves bite marks in his wake as he reaches your chest. His hands knead your breasts, making you moan for him. He chuckles before licking your swollen nub, then he pulls it between his lips. Shinji releases your nipple with a pop before heading towards the other.
“I think you’re better off falling in love with me the natural way, dontcha think?” He asks with a smirk.
You hate to say it, but he’s right.
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[Hellsing] Female Fans' Round-Table Discussion
A 6-page interview from the 2012 Hellsing Official Guidebook, featuring five grown-ass women chatting about Hellsing in a casual discussion format and translated into English for the first time ever by yours truly.
Honestly this was way more entertaining to read than I thought it would be. It’s also really funny seeing this super-casual discussion printed in the book right alongside Hirano's—-oh who am i kidding, this is 10x more professional and less deranged than whatever goes on in Hirano’s interviews.
Anyway, without further ado...
Does Hellsing have little to no female fans? Nay! Assembled before you are five women with an undying love for the series. Let’s see their passion for this work show itself as they butt heads!
Is the female fanbase just hiding itself or what?
Moderator: Now then, everyone, let’s start off with introductions.
Ms. T: I am Ms. T. I’ve been walking the path of an otaku since middle school, and it’s already been ● years since then. How do I put this, all of you seem like fairly normal people…
Everyone: Oh no—rest assured we are all otaku as well. (laughter)
Ms T: Oh, really? (laughs) Anyway, I’ve continued to love manga for all this time. Thank you for having me.
Ms J: I’m Ms J. I was already at a decent age when Hellsing began serialization, but to create something so enticing—as expected of Hirano-sensei! (laughs). This is the kind of manga I’d better buy and collect, I thought.
Ms A: Out of today’s gathering, I’m probably the one who became an otaku at the oldest age. (laughs) My friend told me, “Hellsing is a manga that really crazy people read”, so at first I couldn’t get around to starting it. But around the time volume 8 came out, I binge-read it, and it was so interesting that I couldn’t help but get obsessed.
Ms R: I’m probably the youngster in this group. By the time Hellsing started serialization, I was just entering middle school. [T/N: That makes her 27 at the time of this interview.]
Of course we didn’t really have the term "edgy-teen syndrome" back then, but around me the manga was definitely gaining popularity in that edgy teen fashion. One of my best friends was obsessed with Hellsing and I’d borrow it after they finished reading it, and I got addicted too.
Moderator: I’m under the impression that the female readership for Hellsing is overwhelmingly small, but…
Ms J: Nah, I think they’re just hiding. I mean, it’s not like you’d talk about Hellsing to someone in passing. You wouldn’t suddenly say, “Y’know, Alucard is…”
Everyone: True. (laughs)
Ms J: There isn’t much opportunity to bring it up, or perhaps you could say it’s a hard topic to bring up to the general public.
Ms A: Like how you can’t have a pork-and-rice bowl first thing in the morning or something.
Ms J: Yeah, like that. Actually, among my circle of female otaku friends, everyone has read Hellsing.
Ms T: Among manga fans, Kouta Hirano is well-understood.
Ms J: Any fan of manga who doesn’t know Kouta Hirano is a faker!
Ms T: Disregarding whether you’ve properly sat down and read his works or not, I feel like it’s impossible for a manga enthusiast to not have at least heard of Hirano-sensei. But we are talking about manga fans in general, and the range of tastes is so broad. If someone were to say to me “I’m a fan of Kouta Hirano”, only then would I be like, “Oh, so I can talk comfortably with this person”.
Moderator: It’s a good litmus test to use. (laughs)
Ms A: It’s only when you broach the topic of Kouta Hirano that you can finally talk about Hellsing. You can’t go straight from “So I hear you like manga” to “So, about Hellsing…”, lol.
Ms J: If you met someone for the first time and you go “So I heard you like manga? What about Hellsing?” that’s like coming straight for their throat with a knife. (laughs)
Moderator: Even as a gauge to see how much of an otaku your opponent is, it’s a bit too much to try and break the ice with Hellsing.
The wonders of dialogue
Ms J: Speaking of the good points of Hellsing, I think it’s that it doesn’t get overly preachy. You can see this starting from Cross Fire, but you really get the sense that everyone’s equally crazy here.
Ms A: I can see that. No one is on the side of justice. Like the Major, he’s a nasty little guy. The type of guy who would casually twist off an ant’s legs or something like that.
Ms J: That Major, his beta male levels are literally off the charts.
Everyone: (bursts into laughter)
Ms J: Actually, something that caught my interest about the setting is that only virgins can become vampires. In the first place, I don’t think European vampire lore makes that kind of distinction.
Ms T: Father Anderson is probably a virgin, since he has religious reasons for celibacy. Though it might depend on religious sect. I wonder if there’s a meaning behind this concept of chastity?
Ms J: The idea of chastity is valued in the Hellsing universe as well.
Ms A: Right, since if you aren’t a virgin you become a ghoul, and then it’s game over and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Ms R: Speaking of which, Integra’s a virgin, too.
Ms T: Integra being a virgin is an important part of the story.
Ms J: In my personal opinion, the best couple is definitely Alucard and Integra.
Ms R and Ms A: I was going to say the same!
Ms T: Integra and Alucard call each other “Count”, don’t they? You know, in a previous life it’s possible that Integra was a man. Perhaps Alucard is seeing the Count Hellsing of the past through Integra. Thinking about that possibility makes a girl’s heart flutter. Not to mention Integra’s appearance leans towards that of a man— Ah, it’s just so peak! [T/N: I'm not being facetious, 盛り literally means peak]
Ms A: Those who want to read a male/female romance can enjoy doing so, and for people who like BL, there are plenty of elements that can be enjoyed as BL also. I feel like the reason you can enjoy both things is because the relationships that are depicted are not constrained purely to sexual love.
Ms J: For those who like to read into the BL aspect, there are lots of fight scenes that can’t be ignored, can they? Particularly in the endgame. Like Girlycard and Young Walter, that was...really something.
Moderator: That part was just unfair! I mean, after getting captured by Millennium and going M.I.A., all that anticipation was building and building, and for Walter to be reintroduced like that!
Ms J: When I got to that part I was like, “Man, Hirano-sensei really did his best to keep all that stuff pent-up for so long". For both Walter and Girlycard, I mean.
Moderator: Speaking of Girlycard, I get the feeling that the idea for her was in place since the early stages of story development.
Ms J: I wonder about that… on the other hand it seems like it was a very spontaneous decision. (laughs)
Ms A: Even if the story developments feel spontaneous, I feel like the characters' settings are polished to a high degree from the beginning. Even though a new character suddenly appears out of nowhere, you end up following along without feeling a sense of discomfort. In Hirano-sensei's mind, I'm sure that each character is cultivated with an equal amount of attention. After that it's just a matter of deciding what situations the character will appear in.
Ms J: Each character is excellently molded to their place in the story. Even though normally it should be very challenging to create characters that would fit in this sort of world. (laughs) From the moment of their introduction, they are already dyed in Hirano's unique brand, and you can tell that Hirano understands them well.
Ms R: After all, characters from his past works before Hellsing make appearances in the manga, so you get the feeling that these are ideas that have been stewing in his head for a long time.
Moderator: And within Hellsing too, these characters grow and develop. Like Maxwell—he started out as a mere brat, but then he went full tryhard mode and developed that cunning and pretentious side to him.
Everyone: (leans forward) Yeah, that's right!!
Ms J: —And he had that past with Anderson, didn't he? I was like "Hold on a sec, a flashback scene now, are you kidding me"? Even though I knew that a flashback is basically a death flag, I couldn't help but love it. (laughs)
Ms A: At the final moment, Maxwell called Anderson "Sensei", a reversal of their dynamic thus far. Up until then there were hints of foreshadowing, but nothing definite. But with that single word you could feel the adoration Maxwell had felt for Anderson when he was a child... It's amazing how potent that line was. The timing of delivery was excellent, too.
Ms R: Up until that point Maxwell was portrayed as nothing more than a snob, but the truth is there were reasons why he became that way.
Ms T: Hirano-sensei is very skilled at depicting relationships between men.
The beauty of composition
Ms A: In Hellsing, there aren't any characters that go too far beyond the range of normal anatomy.
Even with regards to enemies and such, there aren't any massively gargantuan or bulky characters. Everyone is more or less normal. And yet, there is so much impact in the poses that it leaves you with a strong impression. Those standout panels just radiate style—so much so that anyone with an eye for art will be impressed by them, I think.
Ms T: The paneling is relatively simple, but the composition sense of each panel is amazing.
Ms R: I love the stuff like Rip Van's silhouette. The balance between her and the musket is super cool. Even though something that size in real life would be impractical to shoot, it looks so cool that it's like, "Who cares!"
Ms A: Fight scenes that should have a lot of movement are instead surprisingly depicted with still frame shots, and they have a beauty to them reminiscent of paintings. It makes me want to stare at the same handful of panels for a long time. Calling it aesthetic beauty might be a bit of an exaggeration, but...
Ms T: Not an exaggeration at all, I think there is a lot of aesthetic beauty. For me, when I look at Hirano-sensei's artwork, I'm reminded of ukiyo-e paintings. And in the movement, I sense a bit of kabuki theater.
Moderator: Each panel is created with beauty in every nook and cranny, so as to work as a standalone illustration.
Ms R: The way shadow and blood is depicted is so good, isn't it? It really makes full use of the monochrome medium.
Ms A: When I was reading the scene in volume 8 when Cromwell Level 0 is released and soldiers are unleashed in hordes, it reminded me of a medieval copperplate engraving. The plot developments in that moment were so interesting, and the density of the illustrations so rich, that simply staring at them was enjoyable.
Ms T: It really draws you in, doesn't it? In other manga that have very detailed art styles, the realism makes it feel similar to a liveaction movie. But Hirano's works are 100% "manga", I would say. In that sense, none of it is realistic at all. But that's why it's possible to achieve poses and compositions that are impossible with photography, and that's why he can portray things I didn't even know I would want to see.
The position of women in Hellsing
Moderator: To all of you, was there a scene where you were like, "This scene right here is where I became obsessed"?
Ms J: So this is my personal taste, but I liked the setup of the handsome lady Master and the handsome male Servant. I like butlers, too. So once those three conditions were satisfied, I was like, "This is a good manga". The part where I was like "This is a really good manga" was when Anderson was introduced. At first, I was thinking this would be a story where Alucard dotes upon Seras and raises her up as a vampire, but then we were introduced to a Catholic priest from the same religion, yet who aims to defeat the protagonists...
Ms A: You can't deny the impact of Anderson. The only thing he wants to do is "exterminate vampires". While characters in Hellsing may undergo sudden changes, they never waver. They race from their introduction to their final chapter with just as much momentum as when they were first introduced. Not only is it satisfying to read, you won't be disappointed. As long as your favorite character appears, you can focus all your attentions on them, and before you know it you'll have binge-read to the last chapter. (laughs)
Ms T: For me, the scene when Integra discovers Alucard in the basement, and Alucard was revived with her blood is when I became hooked. While it is an expected development for vampire stories, that part of the story was very beautiful. And afterwards, I loved the tender portrayal of Seras's growth. Among ero-guro media, there are many works that portray women in a demeaning manner, but Hellsing is not one of them.
Ms A: In Hellsing, there is no distinction in the roles that are assigned to men and women.
Ms J: Indeed, women fight and stand on the front lines. And it feels natural.
Ms R: To tell the truth, when I first started reading Hellsing, I thought Integra was a man. And, for some reason it felt overly pandering [T/N: I assume she means pandering to fujoshi] and I just couldn't get into it. But then I realized Integra was a woman, and I was like "Oh, so it's a female/male master-servant relationship! I'm sorry for making such a weird assumption!" (laughs) I feel like it's important that Integra is a woman.
Ms T: In volume 1 there were moments where Integra was told incredulously, "You're a woman?", but in those moments I always felt that, ironically, being called a "woman" was what made her so much more cool. In Hellsing, you get the feeling that all characters are loved by the creator regardless of being male or female, enemy or ally. There are many standout characters among the villains, for example.
Ms J: Each character showcases their individuality in their fighting style as well.
Ms A: I love that Rip Van is this scrawny girl with long limbs, who wields an old-fashioned musket—it gives off a really fantastic impression. The fact that a girl is given that kind of position, without it feeling offensive. When men draw female characters there tends to be a bit of double standards going on, or it can feel cloying or annoying depending on the scenario, but I don't feel that in Hellsing.
Ms J: Far from being annoying, the depictions of women feel unique and cool in their own way.
Ms A: You're right. Traditionally, female characters are accompaniments to the hero, aren't they? But Integra takes the lead, and while Seras is supported by those around her, she moves according to her own choices. Even among the female villains, they are given important roles that they carry out to the end, so you can read while feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Points you would recommend to other women
Ms T: Doesn't the series in general have a sort of sensuality?
Ms J: It does. As it gets nearer and nearer to the endgame, even the fight scenes show more tenderness. It's like a "They love each other, therefore they trade blows" vibe that feels erotic.
Ms R: When Alucard returned to London in volume 8, it felt pretty romantic.
Ms T: On the other hand, the explanations about weapon specs that pop up everywhere seem very male-oriented. I guess this is what you call the author's hobby.
Ms J: Speaking of the author's hobby, I feel like the fact that Walter is an old man is one of them. If you think about it purely in terms of reader appeal, there should have been no problem if Walter was young from the beginning. I get the impression that he was like, "If you're going to add a butler, it better be an old geezer". Ahh—the more I reread, the more I feel like I discover new things.
Moderator: There is plenty more we weren't able to talk about, but to close us off, please appeal to the women who haven't read Hellsing yet as to why they should read the series.
Ms A: The female characters are so full of life, so why not give it a try mainly for the female characters?
Ms T: You can read it together with your boyfriend! There are lots of battles and weapons that guys would like, and there's no nasty relationship drama, so it might actually be a big hit among couples.
Ms J: "Look at Integra and Alucard, honey, they're just like us!" or something? (laughs)
Ms R: When you think of vampire media, you might be inclined to imagine something campy and whimsical. But even though there's a lot of absurdism at play, the world is based on real historical facts. So I want to recommend it broadly, even to those that don't normally enjoy fantasy.
Ms T: I feel like Hellsing is like a very strong liquor. At first you might feel that the taste is overwhelming, but once you get used to it, it becomes delicious.
Ms J: Please go in with zero expectations and give it a read.
Moderator: Thank you all for your time today!
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minds in half a dozen places or so I need to be able to do more than one thing at a time. hanzashiro is calling to me like at least two different videogames are calling to me library book that could be used as a murder weapon is calling to me. Hanzashiro Is Calling To Me.
#back hurts went to the art museum#need to finish sorting basically the entirety of tbhk in my photo album#because it’s siphoning all of my storage space and i need to redownload my music..#that said. i think. with some novel related revelations. i could do some more fun stuff in the river#what’s better than two weird guys Three of them. <- shaking slightly#also. SASAKI HIRANO ASK IN MY ASKBOX.#also how about that art huh. Ha Ha#like sure ooookay we’ll give kagi and hirano SWORDS and hirano’s sword is sheathed still but kagi’s ISN’T and ichinose in the foreground has#a pistol out and is staringinto the camera instead of looking at what nearly everyone else is looking at and niibashi is on the phone with#GOD KNOWS WHO and yeah of course sasaki is sat on the steps there apathetically reloading HIS pistol ALSO looking at the camera rather than#offscreen which is FINE. and MASATO HAS A GUN. AND HE LOOKS READY TO START FIRING AT ANY MOMENT.#AND YOU’LL NOTICE THAT IT’S NOT A REGULAR PLAAAAIIIIIN PISTOL FOR SOME REASON. IT’S ORNATE. LOOKS TO HAVE SOME ENGRAVING.#i’m just supposed to. what. accept this quietly? i’m sick in the head. Sorry#anyway just wanna say plainly that evidently kagi and masato are the ones most ready to go. do violence.#or whatever the weaponry is a metaphor for Looks at you okay i’m done
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This had been irking me so i have to say it. I know Hellsing is a horror media with a LOT of flashy action scene, however, it is unjust to see it as solely gore and fights. I've seen complaints about how adding a "romance" in will reduce the quality of the story as an "action horror". (specifically speaking is between Alucard and Integra because of course in the end of the day this is just ship war, not a serious discussion whatsoever) I would argue that Hellsing is never ONLY about the actions. Yall might have already noticed how Alucard is too OP, and it was not even because he got any tricks up his sleeves. He is simply invincible, his mechanism is just that hes a "deus ex machina". He did NAWT need to start out with zero and levelling up like your common action anime protagonist. It's not a first time a central character is overpowered in an unreasonable way. A way you could interpret this trope is that it was not about battles, not the physcial one, but the development in their characteristic, their thoughts and emotions and ideology all that stuffs. A classic example is Sir Gawain and The Green Knight (TGK), where all of their (physical) battles are nonsense and did not mean anything in terms of combat, they dont even fight each other, even the climax (the decapitation of TGK) was dismissed into a looney tunes moment. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT WAS NEVER ABOUT THE BATTLE NOR PHYSICAL DEVELOPMENT, it was the internal struggle and maturing in character. THAT is what's happening in Hellsing IF yall look pass the very flashy facade of gore scenes Hirano put up. READ BETWEEN THE LINES, because he's not gonna hand it out to you on a plate. If you want to see how each character developed you have to look closely at their reactions and dialogues, not how they fight.
SO, imo, it's reducing the quality and message of Hellsing to interpret it solely as an action horror media, not the other way around. AND MIND YOU, romance subplot and action horror can coexist. For what does the character fight? A higher ideal? Power? Fun? Love? All that is noteworthy to think about when you engage in a media display many fight scenes. DONT YOU WANNA KNOW WHY THEY FIGHT THAT HARD ???? and in this case it is VERY obvious that Alucard is motivated by Integra. LIKE it cant be more obvious
And I'm so tired of seeing "Alucard only listen to Integra because of the seal and shes a Hellsing". Bestie, he literally ripped Richard's hand off, we dont even know the extent of the seal, like how far? or can it REALLY control Alucard? Besides, if you have read The Dawn you would see what a damn lazy ass Alucard was, Arthur sent him on a mission and he didn't even bother to walk on his own and just sleep safe and sound in his coffin until he felt like waking up??? Compare that to his enthusiasm to beg Integra on four just for her order and even purposefully tick her off by asking about her enthusiasm for war, oh and did we collectively forget this
(This is the Dark Horse eng scan if i remember correctly? i might be mistaken idk)
Sure it could just be a mere parallel, "The woman he personally desired" might only means Mina Harker and not directly Integra herself, I see. But, why bother choosing this parallel, and RIGHT after this panel he went STRAIGHT to Integra to ask for her order.
You know how enthusiastic he is with a fight and everything was already laid before him, worthy enemies and all. Yet he would not act without her words? I did not see him needing permission before ripping Richard's hand off... Also the seal did NAWT ask him to do all this
There are more of his sickening and excessive display of obedience but i don't have time to pull the panels out yet, but we all know its there since Alucard's submissive attitude and Integra's bossy demeanour is one of their most appealing traits, I know, because it is literally one of the BIGGEST selling points and running joke of the fandom, funnyyyy how people always love to call Alucard a sub and use words such as "freaky" and "slutty" to call him as if he didn't reserved this treatment for ONLY Integra. Sure Integra is a demanding boss to even her enemies, and it works like wonder everytime, because she's Integra, she mastered Alucard, others are just piece of cake to her. But that's not the same case with Alucard. Major literally said "She is the only authority Alucard recognizes". And have Alucard extended the phrase "My master" and all the begging and insinuating jokes to anyone else? It's so convenient isnt it, to just take one specific trait of Alucard's personality and make it his entire character without considering to WHO he directed those innuendos to.
Oh and I haven't walk us to the final chapter yet, like the seal did NAWWWWWTTT asked him to call her "Countess" (or Count, depending on the translators) and literally he could accept his death becoming a paradox? Wasn't Alucard had been craving an end for a long while now? Why the need to return just because Integra asked him to??? Be serious for a moment here
Also a personal interpretation of mine that could be a stretch or just pure delulu is that, in the manga AND the anime adaptation, the last word Alucard said after goodbye is "Integra" (In both Japanese and English dub, the word order is exactly the same), not "Master" or "Integra HELLSING". The same goes when he addressed how he can kill without remorse but the decision is in her hand, he also said "I am a monster, now regarding you, Integra". To me that is an indicator for how he CARED for her not just because she's a Hellsing or his master but she's Integra, from the first of their meeting it was very clear, that Alucard wounded A HELLSING to protect Integra.
So... even non-romantically, you cannot deny that Alucard voluntarily worked for Integra. They DO care about each other a lot, even platonically, their bond is almost like soulmates with how well they trust and understand each other. I just don't like it when people keep side-stepping the depth of their relationship just because you don't like to ship them romantically. These are the canon informations you can't just seriously unironically say that there was nothing there.
And oh don't even get me started on the "But he is a vampire, the enemy of her family and he hates Hellsing because of Abraham something something stockholm syndrome something she's ace coded she's lesbian coded she swore to be a virgin until death she wouldnt throw it away for the enemy of her family etcera etcera" you're saying it as if ace people aren't allowed to date or have sex and you're saying it as if Alucard isn't canonically genderfluid. Why always view the ship as solely heteronormative while they were never conventional to begin with. And MIND YOU, i thought everyone love the enemies to lovers trope?? they were BARELY stockholm syndrome at all did we forget about the Bird of Hermes analogy as a metaphor for loyalty voluntarily given.
If you care so much about "monsters and humans are forbidden" and "they are not canon" maybe treat every ship with the same attitude since MOST of hellsing most popular ships fit into that exact two sentences above, maybe except Pip x Seras is canon, but they're also human x monster, so what now???? Just hate on a ship all you like, I hate ships too and I hate them because I don't like them, that's all, no need to do extra mental gymnastic to prove the ship is "wrong" or their shippers are "wrong".
#rant#talking mostly about alucard x integra#so im gonna tag the ship name in case there are people who dgaf or doesnt want to read about alutegra#alucard x integra#alutegra#giggle a bit whenever ander/card and ser/tegra shippers drag alu/tegra for the reasons that their ships also have#like brostie we should be uniting in delusional not fighting#i dont hate the ship but i dont bother dragging them#are you really sure you wanna come for the ship that contain two of the protagonist trio and had MUCH more interactions than your ship#im not saying more screentime means higher possibility of romance implication#however i would not come for a ship with more official material than mine because it is a losing game#are you really sure you wanna go there#i got so pissed so i wrote this down so fast i didnt even misspelled insinuating and innuendo
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SUNNY WE HAVE A LEVEL 2000 HIRAKAGI INCIDENT GOING ON RIGHT NOW. FULL LOCKDOWN!!
OOOOHHHH MOTHER FUCK ME. GOOD MORNING MALT. I JUST WOKE UP. AND I AM GREETED WITH THIIIISSSSSSSSSS. It’s so much. It’s sooooo much. Im. Not sure how much i can articulate right now. It’s a culmination of so many things. That we’ve been sitting on for so so long. Because this godforsaken series updates so slowly. WHICH IS FINE. I love sitting on things forever until they engrave themselves into my heart. Like the way hirano just wants to make kagi happy. The way he admits he’s been trying to make himself feel the same way kagi does. The way he just wants to make kagi happy. And he is scared that all of this doesn’t make kagi happy. There’s a dissonance between what kagi tells him and what kind of face he’s actually making. He always looks so pained. Because he cant help but think about all the things he doesnt have. And it boils and burns in his blood and down his throat, swallowing every kiss his wants to give and take.
AND THEN LIKE. This theme of moving on. The way hirano thinks to himself that this situation isn’t good. He should let kagi move on. He should let himself move on. But. He doesnt want to do that. I keep thinking about how his conversation would have gone if kagi hadn’t interrupted him. Hey so like. About your confession. We’ve been trying all sorts of things and in the meantime you cant move on— and im sorry but I want to keep trying anyways. Let me keep trying. To understand you. To love you. The same way you love me.
AND THE WORST PART IS. WE’VE MADE POSTS TALKING ABOUT THESE THINGS BEFORE!!!! And thats so great because it’s like. These thoughts and actions just make sense. And it’s such good writing that we’ve been able to see it building up. Of course hirano would react that way. Of course kagi would react that way. There’s no other way this interaction could have gone. And it aligns perfectly with characterization we’ve seen up to this point. Kagi is so full of love and frankly desire that is pulls him at the seems. He’s in constant war with himself, wanting to be respectful but also wanting so much. Im not the good innocent kid you think i am, hirano-san. This is ugly. And im sorry. And hirano is also soooo full of love and just a simple desire to make kagi happy. But also a desire to completely understand him. Inspection. Im losing my thread. Where are those posts about hirano dissecting kagi. To understand is to love. To know is to love. Something like that. Anyways. I think i meant to make most of this into its own post but here we are. Peace and love on planet kagihira
#thank you malt….. for bringing this to my attention…..#hirano to kagiura#sunnfish.ask#sunnfish.kghr#hirano and kagiura#malt-rants-and-stuff
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everytime kagi gets suspicious (not quite the right word. but you get what i mean) of hirano and sasaki's relationship makes me laugh so much because of course kagi doesn't know he's not read sasaki to miyano but sasaki is so clearly Married like. literally thinking of him in a relationship with anyone but miyano is like asking mr. Addams if he's been fucking your mum
#hirano to kagiura#this post is about the latest chapter but i think he got jealous in another chapter also??? god i dont remember they come out so slowly💀#but this should be the first time sasaki actually reacted to the allegations and boy he DELIVERED#never seen a more accurate depiction of someone mentally backpadeling screaming WHAT? NO!!!!! HUH??? GOD NO with only their face💀#kagi: hirano followed this guy's advice of carrying wet wipes around its so joever#sasaki: I AM MARRIED
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I just went through like... almost all of your posts. And loved all of them (mostly pnf and mml, haven't seen the other one yet).
But I came to ramble to you about a specific pnf character.
Stacy Hirano
Like. She's Candaces' best friend, down for anything, and doesn't get mad (much) when Candace goes to bust her brothers. Loves hanging out with Phineas and Ferb. She dated Coltrane, a band member, who barely appears again (I think, I remember him in like, 3 episodes (it has been awhile since I've watched it.))
She binged Sherlock books in a night with Candace. Tries to help bust Phineas and Ferb with and for Candace. Becomes president of... someplace.
Canonically knows Perry is a secret agent. Has helped Vanessa out in that one Halloween episode.
Just. Stacy.
I noticed you going through my stuff today and taking a break from my long day to look at someone appreciating my stuff certainly helped make my day!
And yes. Stacy is AMAZING. She's honestly such a wild character in her own right and its kind of hidden behind the fact that while she is Candace's best friend, she's not quite a major character in her own right the way Phineas and Ferb's friends are, and that honestly the kids side of things tends to be a bit under appreciated to begin with. So she mostly exists as an auxiliary character to Candace, but Candace being well, Candace, that leaves a lot of room.
On first glance Stacy seems like she's just Candace's cooler best friend. There to provide contrast on what a normal teenage girl is. Stacy's generally more fashionable, more chilled out. She's Candace's straight man. But like any of the characters she has her own moments.
We may not have seen any Candace levels of stuff from Stacy. But Stacy is pretty capable herself. Being a good skater and a Disco Miniature Golf Queen, being able to keep up with Candace on some level in some of her escapades, and handle the obstacle course. But also her just accidentally surviving the pharmacist apocalypse. She's also rather smart, somehow becomes President of Uruguay, puts together an elaborate home entertainment system. Though that said its kind of anyone's guess what she knows on a given subject, horrendously bad at geography, but has been shown to enjoy documentaries, reading Sherlock Holmes and knows when hieroglyphs were deciphered. She is at least able to keep calm in situations that others may freak out in, such as when she got bit by a spider and when Doof broke into her house she was relatively calm about the whole thing. Also relatively calm about the whole being on a ship in turbulent water fighting a shark thing.
Stacy has been Candace's friend since they were 5. As in they've been friends longer than Ferb and Lawrence have been in Candace's life. And they will continue to be friends into the future, truly a lifelong friendship. While we have seen Stacy get upset with Candace before, for prioritizing her brothers and her boyfriend, Stacy all things. Stacy does generally get the short end of the stick, such as in Run Candace Run. I think Stacy provides a sort of frame of reference for Candace's new relationships, with Jeremy and Vanessa in particular. They are people she thinks are cool and wants to impress. Stacy already knows she's a disaster, but is one that Stacy appreciates.
I LOVE her and Jeremy's relationships, what little we get of it. Jeremy is madly in love with Candace and Stacy is her long suffering friend. Both care for her a LOT but it manifests very differently between the two of them, but also very much the same. Jeremy finds a lot of Candace's flaws cute and endearing, Stacy calls her out. Jeremy encourages her in a sort of overly saccharine sort of way. Stacy hypes her up in a more "you're better than this" sort of way. But both sort of tease her with the same sort of fondness. The comfortableness they display with each other is nice. In Nerds of a Feather they call each other to ask about Candace. In the Curse of Candace where Jeremy teases her about taking Candace to a movie, both fully aware of how Candace sometimes dials things up to 11. I also adore the CATU scene with the two of the, where Stacy teases Jeremy about LARPing. Stacy is also the one who told Jeremy about Candace being Queen of Mars which also implies they talk outside of Candace which I love.
I don't think it's unfair to say that Candace isn't as good a friend to Stacy as vice versa, but I think this just has to do with the framing of the show, where Stacy doesn't have any huge wants. But when we DO see Stacy want something: for instance a trophy, Candace does so without hesitation even if she doesn't have the complete context. Also, Candace never holds it against Stacy for failing to do what she wants. I think it is also sort of sweet that by the end of the show that Stacy will just do her own thing if she can't get Candace to do what she wants, even in a normal friendship that's a sign of not being a priority.
With Stacy finding out about Perry's secret identity she really has found herself in a position to understand all sides of the mysterious force. We haven't really seen it come to fruition, but Stacy knows a lot. And I think this is great. Now, mind you, I am a firm believer that all of the teens are quite close to cracking the situation open, Candace I believe knows subconsciously, Vanessa just has to actually be invited over to the Flynn-Fletcher's once, and to a lesser extent Jeremy has taught guitar lessons to Doof and Monogram.
I've seen the idea of Stacy being like another older sister to the Flynn-Fletcher boys floating around and I buy it. Stacy is very often Candace's extra set of hands, attempting to bust Candace's brothers on her behalf. Stacy accompanied the Flynn-Fletcher's to England, and was Candace's Tree House Fight buddy. Stacy being an older sister herself also means Stacy GETS it, maybe she doesn't get Candace's exact situation. But she gets the "overly talented younger siblings who admire you for some reason even if all their attempts to get your approval really just makes you feel bad" thing.
Also besides knowing Perry's secret, the fact that she is Ginger's sister has allowed us to see more of Ginger outside of the Fireside Girls, which kind of puts her in a position of having a sort of connection to both the Fireside Girl plots, the Candace plots, and the Perry plots. No direct connection to the boys plots, but the fireside and Candace plots both intersect enough. She's kind of in a position to get to understand the whole mysterious force situation better than anyone else, aside from Perry, which I think might be interesting.
#stacy hirano#appreciate the ask!#just some of my stacy thoughts not in any particular order#there's probably more to say on Stacy's role in the story and in Candace's life but that's all I got right now
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Okay but no because listen I need y’all to hear me I have so many thoughts about Taiga Hirano it’s driving me insane:
The thing is that Hirano loves Kagi.
So much. So earnestly. He wants to see Kagi happy and make Kagi happy. He wants to stay by Kagi’s side for as long as he possibly can. Kagi inspires him to do his best and that’s only something that can be called love.
The thing is also that Hirano is not in love with Kagi.
(Yet.)
They do love each other. That’s never in question. But right now Kagi’s love is a lit bonfire (bright; consuming; get too close and you’ll get burned) and Hirano’s love is candlelight that’s barely starting to flicker into existence (soft; steady; needs just a bit more effort to get started) and they are both love but only in the same way the sun and the moon are both light.
At the moment, Hirano isn’t where Kagi is. He has no idea what it means to love someone romantically. He’s getting there, slowly, but Kagi is already so far ahead of him that anything stronger Hirano does start to feel has the potential to come off as a reflection of Kagi’s love instead of his own independent feelings and that comes with its own set of problems.
I don’t know if the manga will actually go there, but I can definitely see Hirano struggling even once he does accept that he has some type of feelings for Kagi. I think he’s going to worry a lot.
Do I like you?
Or do I like that you like me?
(We all know the answer of course, but it’s always easier to say that from an outside point of view)
Am I making any sense?
Tl;dr: Hirano’s journey to discovering “What the fuck is romance” has me in a chokehold and feels like looking in a mirror he is so aro/demi coded that it’s not even funny oh my god.
(Am I just aro-ish myself and hardcore projecting?)
(The world may never know)
#kagihira#hirano to kagiura#sasaki to miyano#sorry for rambling so much it’s just midnight and I’m aroish and taiga hirano gives me so many goddamn feelings it’s driving me insane#I still need to make a sasamyaa side blog oops
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MALT today I was maladaptively daydreaming (as one does) about kghr fantasy AUs and I was thinking... an assassin AU would be neat. But why would one of them be an assassin and how would they actually meet.
This thought process leads to -> what if hirano became Kagi's body guard but all along he's supposed to assassinate him in the end -> wait a minute.. betrayal... I've seen the name of a similar concept somewhere... -> Knight's betrayal??? -> WAIT A MINUTE WASN'T THERE A MALT AU CALLED KNIGHT'S BETRAYAL AU
WHAT IS THE KNIGHT'S BETRAYAL AU, MALT, I NEED TO KNOW MORE NOW THAT I REMEMBERED I'VE SEEN YOU TAG IT BEFORE
okay first of all, that sounds like such a fun au and the timeline between all of your thoughts is hilarious lol
second of all, don't think I've ever actually fully explained what's up with knights betrayal on here oops. that's on me haha I'm used to just letting people guess what my brainwaves mean. I'll try my best to explain!! continuing under the cut :)
okay so the basic break down of knight's betrayal is that kagiura, a child of a famous and well-respected family of knights, spends his days guarding the third prince of his empire (niibashi) after war has broken out on the eastern half of the continent. he was sent there by his family a year prior to keep him away from the harsh realities of battle and has stayed there until now.
hirano, on the other hand, is a different story. having grown up working for a lesser known noble's household and being drafted at an early age, hirano is a talented swordsman forced to retreat from the front lines after being mortally wounded and losing his left eye. he is given a choice by his captain afterwards: either retire early and be taken back to his old household, or work as an inside man to send information back and forth from the battlefield to the palace. stubborn and not willing to return to his old life, he chooses the latter.
this all leads up to their first ever meeting, when hirano walks into the palace where niibashi lives and delivers a message to his staff while kagiura is standing guard by the prince's side. there isn't much to say about this meeting, since afterwards kagi leaves with niibashi while hirano is taken to the medical wing to receive proper treatment for his eye and other wounds he gained while traveling. then they dont see each other for at least another month and a half ^.^
my main thing with KB is that i want it to be short but feel large, so the story takes place over a large span of time and is only about 20-30ish chapters give-or-take? lots of it is still drafts and things probably will change so i wouldn't get attached to that figure but yeah. it is just generally an excuse to write kagihira as two people who seem to be similar but are from such wildly different backgrounds and hold such different views of the world that it leads to them misunderstanding a lot about their relationships and conversations haha. also gay ass knights.
then, of course, there is the betrayal that comes along with knight's betrayal. Obviously. i will say that the politics are a huge part of the story, but kagiura "unreliable narrator who has been sheltered by his family and never been made to see real battle" akira isn't really focused on all of that. he is aiming for his strangers to lovers mysterious bad-boy with golden heart romance and is not about to let things like "lineage" and "suspicious behaviors" get in the way of that. unfortunately for him, hirano has not gotten the memo and will use every opportunity to sniff out strange faces and rumors that hold a little too much weight.
there's plenty of other things too, like sasamiya bakery romance and shirahama starting a great revolt. there's a side story i wrote ages ago that i have to resist spoiling centered around hanzawa the bookkeeper and tashiro the informant. kuresawa and his girlfriend are acting out romeo and juliet across the continent. poor bodyguard ogasawara is trying and failing to keep archivist eimi from lighting things on fire in the name of her sacred tomes. makimura gets arrested for slandering the emperor. everyone is having a bit of fun :>
the exciting thing about KB's story that has me frothing at the mouth though is that it is in the very end a Tragedy. not in a "everyone is going to die" way necessarily, but everything happens for a reason. everything has consequences. everything.
i'm so excited just getting to talk about it tbh! its been such a silly little thing in my mind for the longest time so its awesome to get to share a bit of it :)))
#this is mainly explaining what happens before the story even starts but yknow. its relevant.#sorry i took a bit to answer my printer exploded and i had to deal with that ^^ hope this kinda gave you an idea of what's going on#im not the best at explaining and this is pretty ramble-y in my eyes but oh well#malt asks#kagiura-akira#knight's betrayal au#knights betrayal au#hirano to kagiura#malt wips#htk au#also if you see typos no you dont
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Why Hirano and Kagiura are made for each other
Copied from a convo I had about how hrkg are so made for each other. I had so much to say about them oh my god. Buckle in its long
Cw// for swearing
Hirano likes to take care of people, he has this just innate urge to make sure people are taking care of themselves and eating and sleeping and content, he provides people comfort even if he doesn't know how to handle it because thats what he DOES, he doesnt go OUT of his way but he will go as far as he's willing to go (and he is usually willing to go quite far) for others.
And of course he's this way towards his friends like Sasaki and Miyano and even Ogasawara. He tutors Sasaki and helps him study, he listens to Miyano’s BL rants even though he doesn't care nor understand, he comforts Ogasawara with his BL-fangirl-girlfriend problem and empathizes, but God, there is absolutely no way he would've known with them that Hirano cherishes being seen that way. Being acknowledged for his constant acts of genuine care and love and support makes him happy. But that's not Sasaki's personality, that's not Miyano’s personality, that's not Ogasawara's personality, even if they appreciate him for things or give sincere thanks for any of it, it is not nearly as open and honest and brazen as Kagiura Akira's gratitude towards Hirano.
He's already a kouhai and his roommate, which in a way. Guarantees that he will in some way shape or form rely on Hirano, and Hirano doesn't know how to treat a kouhai but he does know (maybe a little subconsciously at first) that he takes care of people. So he is willing to learn how to take care of a kouhai, he wants to know (maybe for other reasons too, e.g. I don't want him to think im scary, but point still stands) and he's going to make sure he does it right. But Kagiura Akira, he is so so so so outspoken and genuine about his gratitude because that's how he was raised. Always showing his love, showing it to his parents specifically, they taught him to be upright and thankful about what people do for him. And he's always smiling. He's always smiling and thanking Hirano and Hirano just FALLS. HE HITS THE GROUND
Kagiura is probably the first person to ever be so open about everything Hirano does for him and how thankful he is, and Hirano is just so so so filled with joy because of that, that he keeps doing it. He's like, God, he's so happy, he's smiling and thanking me he's SO HAPPY that I'm kind and that I do things for him so I wanna keep doing it. No one else could do that. That is a Kagiura Akira thing to do. That IS Kagiura Akira and it means that no one else could be Hirano’s roommate and have him feel this way.
And Kagiura, again, is someone who has been taught to show gratitude, to be genuine, to be honest, and there's more to it than that as well. Kagiura values family, and he values closeness, and he values his parents and he wants to model himself after his parents. I genuinely think he looks up to them in other ways than just romance, but he definitely models LOVE after his parents in general. Love that is being best friends as well as lovers. Love that is being close and sharing things and laughing together and joking around and just being FRIENDS as well. He is full of love to give. And he's a middle child with annoying as hell siblings that never give him room or privacy but he loves them anyway.
Everything is just close close close he wants to be so close to the people he loves. He wants to love, he wants to have a lover that is his best friend, so that he loves every single part of them without fail. He will be so sincere about that love too.
And this part of his personality to me is why I think his relationship in middle school didnt work, and was him doing it because he felt he had to rather than because he truly, truly liked her because of the description of their relationship in the light novel just doesnt add up to me. He immediately confessed to Hirano in chapter nine after getting a glimmer of hope. He immediately shows Hirano how much he loves him even as just a friend from the get-go. He even confesses to him in like chapter 4, to his first boy crush, and we don't see nerves as much as we see hesitation, but Kagiura is so confident and he's popular too (and had been in middle school presumably) so he's used to receiving love but he's not as used to giving it but he has so much love to give and the moment he can HE WILL. HE WILL SHOW THAT LOVE IF ITS THE LAST THING HE DOES
Kagiura wants to love through and through, to give it and to receive it fully, he wants to be close to someone, and to be close to someone means to be open to them, to show them love and gratitude and everything, and Hirano Taiga is right there. He's introduced to a scary looking roommate but is immediately smacked in the face with the fact that he's so kind. This sempai, my roommate, he's so kind, and he's my roommate and my sempai meaning I can rely on him, and he relies on him and Hirano just OPENS HIS GATES (the best metaphor i could come up with at the time shh). He literally opens his arms and is relied on. He eats his peppers because kagiura doesn't like them when he could just simply not eat them. Nope. Sempai eats my peppers for me. He's so kind. Hirano wakes him up because Kagiura is not a morning person and loves his sleep. Wow, he could just tell me to suck it up, or could just tell me some better habits, but no, he wakes me up. Sempai is so good to me. Hirano goes out of his way to help him study and give him tips and old tests because I suck at studying and my grades aren't the best, but he could just do one or the other and leave it at that. He could've just left me alone. But no, he does all this for me. One on top of the other. Sempai is so thoughtful.
And Kagiura receives all of this, he absorbs these acts of kindness and these gestures because he's relying on someone, and you know what? Eventually, he's receiving this real, genuine love he craves so much. Hirano becomes his best freaking friend and it becomes a cycle of Hirano showing his love to Kagiura because Kagiura shows his love and gratitude to Hirano for showing his love to Kagiura and it just goes again and again and again. Kagiura wants to be loved and he is loved, and he's loved like a best friend and that's enough for him that he loves Hirano like a best friend, and he wants to have a lover like a best friend, one like his parents, one he can rely on, one he can do anything with and tell anything to, to open up to one another, to be like family, and they are like family, not brotherly but just that CLOSE.
Hirano's "motherly tendencies" translate differently with Kagiura. It's family but it's not motherly, but it's LOVE. It's familial, it's platonic, it may be romantic too. And Kagiura feels that and he takes that and his heart is like THIS IS IT. It doesn't matter that he's a guy (though I am an avid "I only like guys" kagi believer so it could only BE a guy but i digress), it doesn't matter that there's a year gap or that he's only known hirano for less than a year, it's that Hirano shows him this love that he's been wanting since he was a kid, that he's been seeing, and yeah it's a little of a naive view or rather, not fully thought out but it's his ideal relationship and HIRANO IS HIS IDEAL RELATIONSHIP and that love he receives from Hirano makes him love Hirano back, familial, platonic, and romantic, just like his parents.
It couldn't be anyone else because most others would not show that much love towards Kagiura from the get-go. Most people wouldn't go that far. But it's a feedback loop. Hirano wants to do things for people automatically, and he does it for Kagiura because he wants to, and then Kagiura completely DECIMATES HIRANO’S OLD SELF when he shows such unfiltered, sincere gratitude and appreciation towards Hirano for it, and he does it so happily and easily with not one qualm because that's him, and so Hirano does it again because he wants to see that again, and Kagiura smiles brightly he freaking GLOWS he SPARKLES again and tells Hirano he's so grateful for him. Hirano does it again. Kagiura shows him again. And eventually, pretty soon, Hirano is loving him, and Kagiura is feeling and receiving that love without realizing it and loving him back, and he loves so strongly that the love changes and shifts and becomes every love because receiving such love from Hirano makes him love too, but it could only happen because it's Hirano, and it could only happen because it's Kagiura, and it could only happen because Kagiura lives too far away from the dorms and only goes to said school bc he was scouted for basketball, and because Hirano happens to live in the dorms too as a second year that has hidden reasons and ambitions and wants to study his heart out, and its when the scary bad-boy that's not really a bad boy opens that door for a tall freshly enrolled high school freshman and scares the shit out of him, that it all starts, that's how they found each other. They are literally soulmates
#hirano to kagiura#hirakagi#hirano taiga#kagiura akira#hirano and kagiura#kagihira#oh my god#i love them too much#its insane
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