#and third akane (boy)

[akane-aoi-everyday]

OMG MY FAVORITES

[joseimukeaddict]

Haikyuu and Public Transportation Headcanons: Nekoma Team

Nekoma’s confirmed to be on the fringe of Tokyo, so they’re still city boys even though their neighborhood is more suburban.

Third Years:

Tetsurō Kuroo - He has to be a train boy, like a bullet train or diesel train guy (subways wish they could be like those); man is a stander, leans on subway poles because he thinks it’s cool; subway buddies with Kenma

Nobuyuki Kai - More of a bus rider than subway; sleeps on long distance trains but not usually on shorter rides; plans his exact routes way in advance because he doesn’t like being late

Morisuke Yaku - Reluctant mothering of his juniors on the train like telling them to behave or pulling them off the train by the cuff, especially Lev; also has been mistaken for a child and probably in front of one of his team mates; rides the subway to school alone but travels back with some buddies most of the time; glued to his phone energy

Second Years:

Taketora Yamamoto - Up until a few years ago, he used to always hold Akane’s hand when traveling on public transport, and when she hit that age when it gets embarrassing to be so attached to your older siblings, she suddenly told him to stop and poor Yamamoto never figured out why; stander also bc he’s too cool to sit down; holds the train doors for people although he gets yelled at by train workers for doing so

Kenma Kozume - it is so obvious that he plays games the moment he gets his butt onto a seat, he needs both hands to play after all; suffers from mild motion sickness on some rides unfortunately due to a variety of reasons which could be he didn’t eat enough before getting on the train or reading textboxes on the train give him a headache, etc; typically he and Kuroo will ride together and Kuroo will yap as Kenma taps away on his Switch; Kuroo has to drag him off the train because he will not stop gaming

Shōhei Fukunaga - Daydreams on rides and loses track of time so he gotta rush to get out those doors; the vibrations of the ride are soothing and he likes the up high views too; never gets lost in the station and somehow knows all the shortcuts

First Years:

Sō Inuoka - Gives off big tourists and visitors from out of city ask him for directions vibes (struggles a bit but he’s somehow able to point them to the correct way); most of the Nekoma boys are polite enough to give their seats up for the elderly but this man will give his seat up to anybody he’s so nice; 1000% one of those good samaritans who help out those in wheel chairs, crutches, etc get onto buses; loves riding with friends especially other members of the team, and depending on the person, they feel slightly guilty of not doing the same when Inuoka goes to be a good person (I’m sorry but he’s so acts of service himbo in my mind it’s insane)

Tamahiko Teshiro - In group settings amongst same-age peers, he is their GPS and also the person wearing the “I am Teshiro” shirt for the guys wearing “If lost, return to Teshiro” shirts; I’m so sorry for any Teshiro fans but the more I look at his wiki page, the more grandpa friend vibes I get; sleeps a little on the train and usually rides with a buddy

Lev Haiba - The Lost Child Ever (less bc he doesn’t know directions and more bc of he makes detours in new places and can’t read a map); was that one child who could not stop bouncing in his seat on a train; loves to go with friends but he’s got that hyperactive energy that requires someone to actually respond to him as he yaps away; uses his phone or a credit/debit card to tap bc he would not remember to refill his train/bus card although he thinks those cards are fun

Yūki Shibayama - Used to ride the bus/train alone to and from school but gained travel buddies over the years; sites watcher and reader but mostly bc he gets bored easily; transitions from sitter to pole leaner (third years are a bad influence); prefers the bus over the train

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Bonus:

Yasufumi Nekomata has family drive him around and Manabu Naoi has a car. Naoi has particularly bad luck with traffic.

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Prev: Karasuno, Seijoh

So I’ve finished season 4 and watched the movie; damn was it good. Should have been longer tho, like 2 hrs isn’t that much of a stretch? 🥹

Fukunaga my child wow I love him. All the expressions and the sound direction was on point, Kenma looked so cool. The camera angles were unique but personally I loved it, especially the first person perspectives.

Remember: If anything is wrong, just ignore it 👍 Also Shiratorizawa is next.

[flowersforone]

the ranma 1/2 subreddit has some of the most ass backwards takes on the series and Ranma/Akane like do you guys even read the manga? For example...

Akane isn't that interested in martial arts and she's weak. The girl practices and spars everyday, the first thing she does with after meeting him is spar with him. She's strong enough that the whole school knows about it and all the boys want to challenge her. That implies at least before Ranma is introduced she's probably one of the most powerful fighters at school. Akane's not weak she's just eclipsed by everyone else and all the ki bs.

Akane's too angry and overreacts. The girl has every right to be pissed, look at her situation. She was thrown into an arranged marriage without her consent, and she didn't even expect it. There's no discussion or debate, they just dump the engagement on her. Since Ranma was a girl when first introduced, she thought she got out of it but it turns out no. So of course she's angry...and who does she take it out on? Ranma of course. She can't take it out on her dad, because she's expected to respect her parents, siblings, and elders, so the only person left is Ranma. It doesn't help that he can be immature, insensitive and he has his own host of issues. They're two young people thrown into a situation where neither has control and they are reacting like people their age.

Ranma and Akane aren't a good couple because he's more dedicated to martial arts than she is. First off she is very interested in martial arts, see the first bullet point. Second couples don't have to be interested in all the same things or have the same levels of interest. Third this doesn't even make sense because a lot of the early development in their relationship is due to them both being interested in martial arts. Varying levels of dedication isn't going to ruin their relationship. Besides they clearly like spending time together outside of martial arts, they spend a lot of time together in general.

Sometimes wonder if I'm reading the same series as other people.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

hey all i know a lot of us aren't on twt so here's a post of info from the translated material very kindly given to us by @TrianaNero. first we're starting with info from a bonus volume given to people going to the movie, in which furudate is interviewed about the characters!! some of the questions aren't really necessary to know, some are, and some i think are just funny, which is why there's a mix of them! find the full thread here, of which i directly quoted

kenma is STILL having trouble choosing a fave game BUT apparently his first game was mario kart 64!!

lev's weirdest nickname he received from the upperclassmen is "flora-san", which is (and this is a direct quote) "to honor lev's commendable gut flora that helps him always have good bowel movements" (LMAAAAAO I'M CRYING)

taketora's mohawk came from copying an italian player during his first year

okay i HAVE to include the question in this one because the question was "i admire how considerate and serene kai always is, how can i also become like that?" and the answer is. "face death once". ????? kai??? are you okay???

a "lame pun" that fukunaga likes is "happiceive" LMAO

other than racing each other, inuoka and hinata compete in who can eat fish the cleanest

THIS ONE IS ABOUT SHIBAYAMA MY BOY anyways the question was "nishinoya taught shibayama how to keep calm -- did he manage that?" and the answer was "i'm sure he still has a long way to go" so. it's a work in progress i guess (poor shibayama . . . )

"teshiro and tsukishima both try to avoid noisy places when eating or taking a break and because of that sometimes end up near each other" (this is SO cute i'm crying)

apparently the player that impressed akane the most at the tournament was atsumu?? girl you can do better

"what does alisa consider cool about her brother" "everything" STOP IT RIGHT NOW MY HEART

coach nekomata's favorite alcohol is "sake (the bitter kind)"

IUGASDAD LMNGAAAO ON THE OTHER HAND NAOI GETS "HALF-DRUNK "HALF INTOXICATED" FROM TWO GLASSES OF BEER (and his face turns red at one!)

furudate says that fukunaga was the hardest to draw "because i feel pressured to come up with interesting lines for him"

he also says that he'd be friends with yamamoto if he was on nekoma, because "once you get close to him, you become really good friends pretty easily"

the "we are the blood" speech was something kuroo and the others wanted to "come up with something original for the team" in their second year!! (i think for when they would become third years, according to the post)

AYUDSFBTFDKAS WE HAVE CAT MASCOTS!!! apparently they're all crossbreeds except lev and inuoka (i don't know enough about animals or cats to know what that means) kenma: calico kuroo: black cat yamamoto: orange tabby (@kanoyachi says that he's not neutered in that illustration of them which i have not seen?? do with that what you will) yaku: grey tabby kai: tortoiseshell cat fukunaga: bicolor cat inuoka: maine coon (I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS) lev: russian blue shibayama: tuxedo cat (SOBBING) teshiro: white cat

never mind i have since been sent that image. what the fuck

uhhh okay i don't entirely get what this one means but Q: Share a secret about Nekoma A: It's not Hanako-san in the toilet, it's Suzuki-san

the full lyrics of hinata's toilet song: "Toi-toi-toilet! Toile-let! Whoam I! The guy! Who'll become the ace! Fly fly a 100 meters! Go go 10k km! And befo-ore tha-at--" (repeat from beginning)

the reason why kageyama is concerned that animals don't like him: "when i was in elementary school, a toy poodle from the neighborhood who'd show his belly to anyone always kept barking at me for some reason"

the only times daichi was angrier than when kageyama and hinata fought was when noya and tanaka "wrestled and broke some equipment". and also when they "tried to race a car while running". apparently they ignored the first warning both times

IUAHFDOS FURUDATE GOT ASKED WHETHER SUGA OR FUKUNAGA WAS FUNNIER AND THE ANSWER WAS "i think it depends on the person. for kenma it's fukunaga"

asahi's favorite animal is "whichever doesn't bite"

Q: How to become as mentally strong/solid as Nishinoya? A: Do everything you're scared of

Q: Tanaka said he gets down in the dumps about once in 6 months, what caused that before? A: When he couldn't spike or serve or pass properly, be that practice or official matches

tsukishima likes shortcakes bc "he used to be rewarded with them for getting his vaccine shots" . . .

apparently yamaguchi likes soggy fries because "they have a very pronounced taste". whatever the hell that means??

Q: What was Yachi's most pessmistic episode up until now? A: When she got an award of excellence at a crime prevention poster competition in middle school. She feared that other people'd be like "why did they choose this", "there's clearly better submissions" (YACHI YOU ARE SO PRECIOUS)

Q: I like Takeda-sensei's "Chaaah!" when he drinks. What other sounds does he make? A: "Okkaree"

ukai got healthy eating habits from a book where he read that your muscles break down if you don't get all the nutrients you need, "and that gave him a really good scare"

Q: Who'd you be best friends with on Karasuno? A: Azumane. Peace.

so apparently a secret about karasuno is that they used to share the club room with a mountain climbing club which "disappeared" (??? i'm assuming that means disbanded it just sounds so ominous) and so they "ended up with quite a big room"

furudate uses a bird-person as his avatar because "i like birds and apparently i remind some people of a bird"

Q: What was the idea behind the recent bonus chapter? A: I wanted to include how nekoma realized it was useless to dive after that ball but they simply couldn't help it in the main manga—but it ruined the flow a little, so i took it out, and then I wanted to include it here.

(STOP IT I'M CRYING YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT COUL;D HAVE BEEN IN THE SERIES???)

HJKSDFGBJKSFD LMAAAAO during furudate's research process he took pics of the players and the seated fans during the match and received suspicious looks for it. and ended that question with "I'm sorry for acting suspiciously" and that's that!!! WHEW that was a doozy. i'll make another post describing some illustrations from the same thread, and one covering the magazine digest thread, so keep an eye out for that as well!! thanks for joing me!!!

[sotogalmo]

8(yesterday) — 1:12 am

I think I should now do Rosca's turn for her own views on the Alnst OCs (minus Flor). Just for the fun of it-

So that's what I'm gonna be doing! (Forgive me if some of these are repetitive, or even small!. Rosca basically doesn't like people in general, so-)

Do tell me if I forgot your OC!

Solei ( @solei-eclipse ): Rosca is a bit.. confused about them. To say the least, in a way. Of course, though, Rosca doesn't really care all that much about history and knowledge of how things are made and why they look like that. She doesn't care all that much, and some of the things they say are very boring. But in some sense, she's grateful? She already knew it- the information, but it's nice finding someone who's like her... Who knows a lot, but of course in the thing that they are knowledgeable in.

Aurien ( @aurienneirua / @apriciticreveries ): Crybaby, loner. Rosca is.. mean to say it lightly.... Ordering people around, and especially people like Aurien; the weak will end up in a ditch! They should be stronger! Be glad that Rosca is here to at least help them with that!

Lark, Noora ( @kamersona ): As said before by kamer themselves, Rosca and Lark were together when they were being transported to ANAKT. And with all his freaking out moments, Rosca found it pretty annoying to be around him. Not sure how much he did freak out, but he freaked out and that made the trip annoyingly slow to Rosca. She has traveled before so this is nothing new, and the freaking out? Nothing new and she hates that. / Noora, a girl with vitiligo! That's a strange thing to Rosca, but then she remembers how she has traveled and has maybe seen other people like her and the other girl. Maybe she can be more better as a model or something?

Vii, Ji-Woo, Saachi, Min, Ryu ( @starry-skiez ): Rosca, IMMEDIATELY, finds them ALL strange. || Vii, firstly. .. first of all... Strange name- is it supposed to be a number of sorts? 7 perhaps? Who names their pet— ah, who cares. Aliens do what they want, so she won't question them. Did they also color their pet's hair to be like grass? That has to be a joke of sorts. / Ji-Woo, second. The red is a striking color, a pretty one! Too bad it was only there for a few days until it got washed away. It seemingly fitted Woo. Who cares though / Saachi, third. Another girl with vitiligo. Is that a desired trait? But no matter, that girl seems fine and can fend for herself in ways. She doesn't pay attention anyways. / Min, fourth. It's like looking into a reflection; in a sense. Min's acts mirror Rosca's in some small ways. It's weird, wrong but so right. Wrong in the sense of being raised as "you're special" as Rosca is the only important girl around, but right in the way of like; maybe I've already been influential before I was even born! .. but she's so mature..... / Ryu, fifth. The orange and light blonde.. to say. It's quite fitting. In a weird way. She doesn't know what else to say. This whole place is boring

Aegaeon ( @paradisedisconcert ): Fights on SIGHT/j <- just thought it'd be funny. She finds Aegaeon pretty strange, in the way of how Aegaeon acts. Cold and aggressive.. like a boy or moreso a warrior, she would think. She has somewhat seen some fights between Aegaeon and Minori but it's always so light (not that much damage is done).

Minori ( @minori-dash / @skyisjusthere ): Slightly similar to Aegaeon— cold, reverse but also similar to Aurien?? Minori is quiet and skittish. Quiet and lonely.. nothing else to note. Nothing much is important

Akane ( @aakaneeee ): Ah! A normal looking person, at least, in a sea of strange and bright (physically) people, it's nice to- oh. Another quiet one? One that doesn't pay attention to her? Hmphft! Their lost!

Azure ( @azureitri / @4listr ): Cold, reverse- annoying! He doesn't even want to talk to the most interesting girl in the garden! That's just rude of him!

Castor, Himei, Kyo, Tallis ( @lookatmysillies / @bluemoonscape ): Castor, Himei, Kyo and Tallis. Meeting them is like meeting a weird club in a cartoon that she has watched whenever she pleases to. || The oldest of the bunch in the weird club- Castor. He's an interesting one, wanting to be a parent at this age? That's quite an interesting thing to do. He's like a grandfather, or more of a grandmother because of that! / The friendly one of the weird club- Himei. She makes good clothing designs. Maybe in some moments, Rosca tries the actual clothes. Himei is good at that, nothing else to note. / The hot-head of the weird club- Kyo. A bit similar to Aegaeon if she had to think that hard about it. Wanting alone time, and being hot-headed and such. / The (expected) shy one of the weird club- Tallis. As said, to be expected. Which makes Rosca bored already, but the braids that Tallis has are interesting on a surface level. Nothing much to say

Cirrus ( @yunoftheclouds ): The pale lavender to bright purple surely also makes them stand out like Rose does. Slightly. But once again, another quiet person. Surely this isn't some sort of standard? Who cares about that though.

Daiki ( @teapotuser ): Daiki. When will the quiet and shy people- just. When will they go away!? It's tiring to be so loud, to be active and to get their eyes on her.

Ellie, Khoi, Vera, Sai ( @bittersweet-adagio / @junebluues ): Ellie, just like Min but on a physical level. Much weirder, wrong and right all at the same time. Khoi, quiet. Sai? Quiet. Yeah he might look interesting, but that's just his eyes- her eyes are better though. Vera? Another quiet one. WHEN will it get interesting!?

Stasya ( @billwasnot ): The purple hair makes them stand out. Just like Cirrus and their pale lavender to bright purple hair. But another person who is chill, and quiet. Rosca doesn't make any attempts to communicate with Stasya and others like him (or others that are just clearly shy from the get-go). It's boring like that, and it's not worth her time

Isla, Monica, Toon ( @nottoonedin ): Isla and Monica. They seem to be a pair, with further proof of how they are always, seemingly, connected at the hip. Just like a few others are like that too, a pair.

Evon, Jae ( @kofeedoggo ): Evon and Jae. They seem to be a pair? Rosca doesn't know, since she doesn't really care. Expected

Tov ( @ivanttakethis ): Rosca somewhat thought that Tov was gonna be like Noora or Saachi. Ya'know. With the skin condition, but no— and that's fine!

Lang ( @its-langgg / @pwippy ): Lang looks like Min, in a strange way. But she doesn't act like Min, at all. Which is to be expected now. Almost everyone is just too obedient, too quiet and too blank. That's why it's very important that they have her around! Or else this would've been just a static place!

Moran ( @geospiral ): A refreshing person to have in the garden. Finally! Someone with some common sense! Finally! Someone who KNOWS what they are destined for and all of that! FINALLY. And, the best part? Moran looks like her! Isn't that the best??

Rose ( @rosedeleca ): Strange in a nice way. Their uniqueness is surely a quality that makes them very.. interesting. How can one human being, be like that? Was Rose the lucky one with the lucky genetics*? They really do live up to being unique.

Onyx, Dian ( @rockwgooglyeyes ): Another pair. It seems like it's always the bright and cheerful ones with the most quiet and introverted ones ever. Like that's the only pair that is ever needed. But, besides that. She doesn't care for the both of them; it's now expected that almost everyone here would be a quiet kid or a very friendly kid. With complimentary colors that mix well

Vermillion ( @subzeromoron ): Third one of being a guy with red hair. The first one who has something hiding, a candle like boy and now someone who's named after a color of a shade of red. Who would've guessed it.

Ava ( @paperstarry ): Pretty smile with nothing behind it at all. At least that is true. (Just that, almost everything is repeating. Rosca is super glad that she's here to be in charge and at least not have this place be boring!)

*fun fact! Rosca knows some light biology of humans, due to her travels and how she has worked in plays/theaters before being inrolled to ANAKT to sing.

Again, sorry if these are short or repetitive.

[aihoshiino]

(139 spoilers!)

I know we all feel extremely disgusted by Airi and thus I started to consider her death. Taiki mentioned that it was a murder-suicide and Akane pinpointed that incident right before the twins were conceived... Which means that very close to HKAI got together (before or after), Hikaru was freed from Airi's control.

Putting my tinfoil hat on but I'm guessing the deaths had something to do with Hikaru. Either he did it or orchestrated it to to happen? (By revealing Airi's true colours to her husband.)

The more I think about Taiki the more I feel for him because dude lived his life thinking his legal father was an asshole & chose to bear his mother's name instead but then 15YL script came out. Just wish that Aqua at least had the decency to catch up with him before all this happened because obviously he knew when he agreed to do it.

So, the timeline for Airi's death is a little weird.

In chapter 68, Taiki says he was 'about five' when it happened which is obviously vague enough to leave some wriggle room for him to be a bit older if necessary.

We know Hikaru was eleven or so when Taiki was conceived and that he's a year younger than Ai, who is a third year middle schooler when she and Hikaru meet. This would place Ai at around fourteen years old and Hikaru at around thirteen as of ch139's movie scenes, meaning that Taiki is one or two years old here and we are two years out from Ai's pregnancy.

That gives us a span of anywhere between two to five years before the murder-suicide takes place.

Depending on exactly where the characters' ages all fall on the timeline, this does all seem to line up with the idea that the HKAI relationship and Airi's death happened in very close proximity to each other.

H O W E V E R. . . We have one major wrench thrown into this by chapter 95, where Saitou states that he clearly remembers when this incident happened and that the news broke while he was in a meeting with Ai about B-Komachi's Dome concert.

I'm not super sure how long it takes to fully plan a concert like that but typically, concerts at a venue like Tokyo Dome are announced six to nine months in advance. Being as generous as possible, let's say it takes another three to six months of planning and negotiations before it gets to the announcement stage. This means there was between a year and a year and a halfs' worth of time prior to Ai's death where this meeting would have taken place, which would place the incident as happening when she was around nineteen or eighteen. Either way, if Saitou is correct here, this means the incident happened well after the twins were born.

So what does this all mean? well what it means is that the oshi no ko timeline is absolutely penised and you shouldn't worry about it too hard.

More seriously, it means we can't really directly place when the incident happened just yet because the information surrounding it is all loosey-goosey. I do imagine it'll come up in the movie at some point purely on the basis of Airi's inclusion and the explicit depiction of her abuse of Hikaru but it's hard to say at this point exactly what came first - HKAI romance or Airi's death?

Regardless... I'm gonna get on my soapbox a little and say (and this is absolutely not aimed at you, anon, bc this is clearly a good faith question and I don't want you to feel bad lol) I am honestly not a huge fan of the idea of Hikaru being framed as culpable for Airi's death.

Like... at the end of the day, Hikaru was a teenage boy when this all happened. Uehara was an adult man. Even if I really stretch my suspension of disbelief and let myself believe that Hikaru somehow knew that Uehara was going to murder Airi as a result... sorry, but Uehara is still the one who did the actual murder! Even if Hikaru was the one to finally speak up about his abuse, it was Uehara who took it to the extreme that he did.

I also just don't think it really works, thematically speaking, with what Oshi no Ko has consistently said about the way children are exploited and abused by adults in the entertainment industry and how terrifyingly few safety nets there in place to either prevent it happening or help them recover in the aftermath. Given just how few punches the story is pulling thus far with its depiction and condemnation of the horror of Airi's actions and the sheer terror Hikaru shows when faced with her... it's really hard for me to imagine the story making him culpable for her death in a way we are supposed to condemn.

Not only that, but we don't even know if Hikaru was the one to give that info to Uehara. We have speculation on the topic from characters who are generally reliable but it's not something we can say we know without a shadow of a doubt. Not only that, but...

It's possible I'm reading too much into it, but the framing of this exchange seems to imply that - at least within 15YL's portrayal of events - Uehara may already suspect something is going on with Airi -> Hikaru.

[blazedrawsstuff]

FNF Headcanons: Senpai's Game

Here are my headcanons surrounding and expanding upon the game that Week 6 takes place in. More to (likely) be added in the future.

Behind the Game

The game's name is NOT "Hating Simulator", that's just the week name. The game's actual name is "Sakura Days".

The game was made by the Japanese game studio "Exitheart", a small studio founded in the mid-to-late 90's. Sakura Days was their attempt at making a dating sim game, which were becoming quite popular in the market at the time.

Released in 2003, it sold well in Japan, and got above-average review scores. Unfortunately didn't sell as well in the states, not poorly, but it didn't get as much traction as it did in Japan.

Exitheart unfortunately doesn't exist anymore in current day, it was bought out and merged with a larger game company.

Amber (Girlfriend) was given the game as a birthday present when she turned 13. Years later she gave the copy to Blaze after the latter's respective week, which is how she and Kenji met.

About the game

The game features six characters, three guys, three girls. At the start of the game, the player chooses one of them to play as. Each of them have are themed with a flower and color.

The three guys are Kenji Sakubara (aka "Senpai"), Satoru Murasaki, and Makoto Himawari . Themed with pink and roses, purple and violets, and yellow and sunflowers respectfully.

The three girls are. Naomi Suzuran (aka "Kohai"), Akane Tsubaki, and Midori Kikumori Themed with blue and lilies, red and camellias, and green and chrysanthemums respectfully.

Kenji and Naomi are the default characters, and the ones that were featured the most on the marketing for the game.

The background girls also have names! Being Ayame (the brown haired girl with the ponytail) and Kaede (the girl with short black hair). They show up in the background of cutscenes and the Music Club minigame (more on that below). They are also your rival's teammates in the soccer minigame (see below).

For a brief description of personalities. Kenji is the romantic gentleman, Satoru is the bookish stoic, Makoto is the excitable fun-lover, Naomi is the shy and reserved creative, Akane is the rough-and-tumble tomboy, and Midori is the gentle motherly figure.

The game takes place mainly in the school, known simply as "Sakura Academy"

The premise is pretty simple: The school's spring festival is coming up and you want to get a date for it. You have 15 days (30 days if you pick "semester" mode) to woo the girl/guy of your choice before your rival can.

The Gameplay

Upon starting the game, you have a choice to pick if you'll be playing as a boy or a girl. If a boy you can choose either Kenji, Satoru, or Makoto. If a girl you can choose either Naomi, Akane, or Midori. After which you pick the crush you want to pursue.

Datable options are (sadly) gender-locked (ex: Kenji can only date Naomi, Akane, or Midori). The one of the two character options you didn't choose become your rival (ex: Picking Naomi makes Akane or Midori your rival.).

You also pick how long your want your session to be. Either "quarter" mode, which gives you 15 days before the festival. Or "semester" mode, which gives you 30 days before the festival. This affects the amount of points you get for the affection meter (see below).

The game, while mostly being a dating sim, also has a competitive minigame angle to it. The goal, as stated above, is to get the guy or girl you picked for your crush to agree to be your date for the school's Spring festival.

This is done by three ways. One is by talking to them, the second is by getting them gifts, and the third is to do minigames to impress them. Doing these increases the affection meter for the character you do these to/for. In order to win, you must have the bar higher than your rivals before the day of the festival. The meter must also be at at least 65% or higher in order to win.

However it is possible to lose affection meter points. Such as making wrong dialogue choices, giving your date their disliked gift, or losing the minigames. Your rivals can lose points as well.

Each day, you have a set amount of "stamina" to spend, you spend it by talking to characters, playing minigames, or working, which gets you money to spend on gifts at the school's store. Once you run out of stamina you can't do anything else and must return to your home and sleep. Sleeping ends the day, transitioning to the next one. Your rival's points will be counted once you go to sleep, allowing you to spend the next day catching up.

You can only do one minigame per day, and give only one gift per-day.

There are six minigames, presented as "clubs". These are Music, Science, Tennis, Art, Soccer, and Cooking. All six characters has a favorite club, doing them and winning will grant you a small bonus to points gained for the affection meter. However losing the minigame will also make you lose a few more points than with any other minigame.

As for how each minigame plays...

Music: Plays just like how it is in Week 6, a rhythm game where you hit the d-pad in tandem with the arrow notes. This club is Kenji's favorite.

Science: Trivia game. Answer the questions right to earn points, the player with the most amount of points by the end of the minigame wins. This club is Satoru's favorite.

Tennis: Plays pretty much like Mario Tennis. Hit the ball and try to get your rival to miss it to earn points. The one to hit 5 points first wins. This club is Makoto's favorite.

Art: Button combo minigame. Hit the buttons in the combo shown to create paintings as fast as you can within the time limit. The one with the most paintings is the winner. This club is Naomi's favorite.

Soccer: Get the ball into your rival team's goal to earn points. The team with the most points after 3 minutes wins. Both teams have 2 team mates, your teammates are the characters you didn't pick for your date (Ex: Picking Naomi, then picking Kenji for your date would make your teammates Satoru and Makoto.) while your rivals teamates are Ayame and Kaede. This club is Akane's favorite.

Cooking: Plays similarly to Cooking Mama mixed with Warioware. You must complete a series of microgames to make your dish before your rival finishes theirs. Microgames include chopping, frying/sauteing, mixing, baking, and boiling. This club is Midori's favorite.

Once all 15/30 days are up, the festival will begin. In which you confess to your crush that you love them. If the affection meter is at 65% or higher and it's higher than your rival's, then you win. If it's less than 65%, then you are rejected, thus you lose. If your rival's meter is higher than yours, you find that your rival has already confessed, and thus you lose.

Other Stuff/Mod and AU Stuff

Minus: Sakura Days is an RPG in the Minus universe known as "Secret of Sakura". Kenji is the main protagonist and a swordsman while the rest are his party members (Satoru being a mage, Makoto being a ranger, Naomi being a bard, Akane being a rogue, and Midori being a healer).

D-Side: Sakura Days is a fighting game in the D-Sides universe known as "A FUCKING FIGHTING GAME" (yes, that is what it's called canonically). Sensei is a martial arts teacher (rest TBA).

[contentment-of-cats]

Fic Bit: An Axillan's Progress: Him Tall Boy

Captain Max Veers was a comparatively young officer from his home system's militia, assigned via the GAR to the Allied Axillan Defense Force's heavy cruiser Find Out. When he asked the XO why it was called that, the XO smiled and said it was what happens if you decided to fuck around in Captain Piett's face.

"The ratio of finding out is proportionate to the amount of fucking around and proximity to the captain's face."

The Axillans, previously CIS, had changed their minds and their government recently and rapidly. The coup in the Hegemony took 1500 capital class ships nine days, but convincing the military junta to join the Republic took much longer. In the words of one crusty old pirate fighter, it was exchanging one set of assholes for a bigger set of assholes. The Hegemony remained an ally, and the CIS took hard and heavy beatings previously reserved for pirates, smugglers, criminals, and the GAR. Max heard many things about the fearsome young captain. Piett honored the Axillan custom of putting heads on a pike and had a reputation of delivering a deck-clearing punch. He refused to wear a Republic uniform and apparently had blood of the blackest, strongest caf in existence. It was rumored that he did not even sleep.

At first sight, Max was willing to credit this. The bags under the man's eyes could have held one tooka each. The rest of it? Firmus Piett looked as mild-mannered as Max's childhood tutor. Moreover, the top of the man's head was level with Max's collarbone. From observation, he was a good captain - willing to get his hands dirty, or get down in a crew pit to solve a problem. The wicked temper? That was not a lie, either. Not when he punched Admiral Akanes to the deck for high-handing him, trying to attach Piett's task force to the Third Fleet.

"Allies. Not here to polish your boots, take your orders when you send good men into a meat grinder, or cover your ass. Fuck off."

The admiral declined to fuck off in terms personally insulting.

Piett laid the man out cold with one swing.

Anakin Skywalker came to the court martial on Coruscant and said that as a member of an allied system force, the Axillans or the Hegemony had to be the ones to court martial Piett. Jedi Skywalker therefore took custody and ran the man back to the Hegemony, which declined to prosecute.

Shenanigans, Max thought. Pure shenanigans.

He really had no idea how deep and wide the shenanigans could get.

[tobiasdrake]

It’s been so long since I’ve heard of Ranma 1/2… Can we get more Ranma fighting technique analysis? Or Ryoga? Honestly I’d be surprised if Ryoga was able to make it to the tournament without getting lost.

Hoo boy. I would need to go back and spend a lot of time with the manga for that. It's been a long time since I've thought about Ranma 1/2 too.

There was a time when Ranma 1/2 was a really important series to me. It was the first anime I ever watched that wasn't being broadcast on a TV channel. My cousin was a big anime nerd and went to conventions and stuff, and he brought over a DVD with the first few episodes of Ranma 1/2 to show me.

I was hooked. I watched the anime. I read the manga. I tried to find the video games. I was all over this series. As a kid, my favorite characters were Nabiki Tendo and Ukyo Kuonji. Nabiki was the character I saw the most of myself in, while Ukyo was the one I sympathized with and wanted to see win the harem plot.

Which was never gonna happen, of course. Ranma 1/2 was a harem plot the same way love triangles are triangles. The show features a clear and obvious romance subplot between Ranma and Akane, and all the other characters are third wheels who are here to make comical shenanigans happen and get in the way. It doesn't even pretend otherwise; Akane is the only suitor that Ranma's ever shown having feelings for.

I don't know if that's typical of harem plots; I never got into the genre. But it's clear from her writing that Rumiko Takahashi was more interested in using the harem setup as a foundation to throw wacky characters into slapstick shenanigans than in exploring their relationships with one another in any amount of detail. It's a comedy, much moreso than a romance.

But when it is a romance, it's only ever about Akane.

I don't remember if it was the anime or manga, but I remember there was one plot where Akane trades her engagement with Ranma to Nabiki. As a kid, that was my favorite; I was so upset when they reverted to status quo because I fell instantly in love with Nabiki/Ranma as a ship as soon as the plot suggested it.

As an adult looking back, I'm less fond of it. Nabiki's main role in the story is capitalizing Ranma's harassment, doing things like taking compromising photos of him to sell to his stalkers. She and Haruhi Suzumiya would get along well. Selling Ranma to Nabiki in an arranged marriage for real would be super gross, actually.

But I was like 12 when I first discovered this series and didn't know better.

So. Yeah. This series was a major part of my childhood and still holds a special place in my heart. But it's been a long time since I've thought about it in any significant detail. I'd need to read back through it before I'd be able to provide any significant analysis of it.

[aita-blorbos]

i love seeing so many scenarios of the same thing. shout out to the zero escape fanbase they only played 999 [joking but theres been 2 akane ones specifically about 999 with a third in the inbox i submitted and an ace one as well. where are ztd and vlr asks you know there is some fodder in those bad boys

also go play zero escape everyone very good games

is that what all the timeloop/death game/face blindness asks are from?

[highkeykithes]

The Gift of Love

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Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x F!Reader 

Synopsis: When two friends find comfort in each other, but both know it's forbidden. 

CW: Friends with benefits, Make-out session, angst (not an ideal ending), mentioned Inui Akane.

A/N: This short is inspired by the fic i'm writing, because i've been wanting to do more oneshots. The chapter that inspired this hasn't been released, so if you follow me on wattpad and read my [Tokyo Rev. x reader] series, just know this isn't part of the plot line at all but you'll probably see something similar later on.

Loud music emerges from speakers on the downstairs floor. People had to shout in order for their friends to hear them; however, that didn’t stop the smile glued on their lips.

People crowded the first floor; the couches, kitchen, tables, and much more furniture were all just bombarded with people's bodies. The second floor was off limits — the one thing the host asked of his guest. 

Upon all those people partying was a group of colleagues, the four of them part of the same gang – all scattered in different areas. There were two brothers, the youngest had found his way to the DJ and is now working with him. The eldest Haitani was with a girl in the crowd, smiling down at her with satisfaction as his hands rested on her hips.

No one was watching them, and if someone was they didn't care, cause it's not like they know anyone there. It's probably the reason why the girl was letting him hold her, for she's downed a good amount of cups and looks like she's actually enjoying the night. Because everyone knows if this was any ordinary day, she'd be arguing with the man like usual. 

As mentioned there were four of them, but the last was all the way in the kitchen. His narrowed, dark eyes, staying focused on the [color]-haired girl the Haitani dances with, bothered and annoyed with her lack of sobriety.

He was upset with you.

He was annoyed with your weakness when it came to the Haitanis. You seemed to always indulge with whatever they wanted to do, even with the frenemy relationship you have with them. It's why he always ends up tagging along, no matter how many times you try to get him to stay back.

You agreed with the brothers and called him killjoy, stating he's always uptight and never wants to do anything fun. You guys were still young to party, in the future you'll never experience being a nineteen year old again. You were just trying to enjoy the fun moments of a young delinquent, not being up Mikey’s ass all the time.

It's just, it's not that he doesn't want to have fun, or to prevent you from having fun. But he just hates how easy it is for others to match with your personality, talking to you with no trouble like friends and colleagues do. He hates how easy you fall for that excuse of a man, Ran.

“Yoo, Koko,” Suddenly, the boy feels a hand patting his back, followed by new company standing shoulder to shoulder with him. 

He freezes, his plastic cup making a crunching noise from the strengthened grip. He looks to his right from where the pat comes from, seeing Ran leaning against the counter with his signature cocky smirk. It irked him that he had the audacity to do that.

“Having fun over here by yourself?” Ran jokes, removing his hand while gesturing to the fountain of punch in front of him. “You haven't gotten winked at yet?” he teases.

“Leave him alone, Ran” You scoff from Koko’s left, back leaned against the counter before raising a new filled cup to your lips. You’ve honestly lost count after your third cup, Koko didn’t though, he knows that's your seventh. 

His eyes look over to you, but you're focused on the liquid inside the cup entering your mouth. He hears Ran laughing behind him, followed by an amused groan that makes him want to punch the elder in the face. However, that thought washes away when you lower the cup and turn your head, [color] eyes meeting with his.

He jerks his head back, blinking away to his own cup before chugging the rest of it, acting as if you didn't just catch him staring. 

“Woah, Koko!” Your eyes widen along with the smile stretching on your lips, raising your right hand to pat the back of his shoulder. “You sure you can handle the hangover tomorrow?” You tease him, earning a shared laugh with Ran.

“Ohhh yeaah, it's your first time drinking stuff like this, huh?” The lilac-eyed man asks, not giving the boy a chance to answer since he’s too busy gulping down whatever is left in his mouth. “Speaking of, I’m gonna take Rindou a drink. Bastard has been blowing up my phone about it” Ran tsk, taking a brand new cup and nudging Koko aside to fill it up.

The boy bumps into you, gripping the edge of the counter to hold himself up which causes his empty cup to fall on its side. “Damn, are you drunk, Koko?” you ask, continuing to humor the situation with a hint of concern in your voice.

Koko doesn't respond, not even when Ran walks out of the kitchen, leaving you two alone with other strangers. Well, mostly strangers. From what you told them, you knew the host of the party, an old friend from middle school who invited you. Some of these people might be your old classmates, so why aren't you afraid they'll judge you for dropping out to become a delinquent?

Do they even know that you're part of that life? None of you guys are wearing your coats representing the gang, so that helps keeping it a secret. They're all dangled over your bikes left down the street, hidden away so no one steals them. Does being here make you regret following Mikey all the way through? Wishing all these people here were your friends instead of them?

“nghh” Koko suddenly groans, raising a hand to his forehead to comfort the pounding. He's only had three cups, all filled to the top, but only three. How can the rest of you drink closer to ten without feeling like shit? Was he really that much of a killjoy?

“Ahh, alright” you push yourself off the counter and face him, patting his shoulder. “You're gonna feel twenty times worse tomorrow, how about you stop for the night” you suggest with a small smile, one forced upon your lips. He knew you were bothered with his sudden pain. 

However, something snaps in Koko, making him feel the need to prove he wasn't going to wuss out with only three cups. When he turned to look at you, his eyes came across the cup in your hand still filled with punch. His own rolled off the counter awhile ago, and the bag of cups were now empty. He decided using yours won't be much of a problem.

He lifted himself up and reached in your direction, targeting the cup that was immediately pulled back by you. The lack of support made him stumble, finding the stable ability by holding himself up on your chest, all while one arm continues reaching for your cup.

Your other hand holds his shoulder, keeping him in place despite it meaning he's pushed up right against you. “Seriously, Koko, it's enough” you state, placing the cup down on the counter before capturing his wrist. 

“Whaat? No” He scrunches his face, shaking his head with genuine annoyance that makes you believe he's acting in a sober state. He rips his hand from your grip and pushes your arms down, keeping them there as he turns you two around so he's closer to the drink. 

You never knew Koko could be this stubborn, determined all for a halfway filled drink. “Koko, stop” you call, easily holding him back by pushing on his chest. 

“Koko stop” He mimicked, following it with a patronizing laugh. “I'm finally enjoying myself and you want me to stop?”

“You're not having fun” You tell him, shaking your head while looking at him eye to eye. “C'mon, I’ll take you home” you offer, trying to keep the conversation at a level one. 

He copies your head movement, giving a childish pout. “Why are you telling me I’m not having fun? What do you know about fun, huh? Just a minute ago you were letting Ran touch all over ya. You call that fun?” He scoffs with a tilt to his head. 

“I call it letting loose, y'know, pretending like I didn't just come from a meeting declaring war on our friends” you fire back, not stepping down from his challenging and teasing remarks. 

Koko disagrees with your reasoning, a cheap excuse to let yourself dance with the man who attacked and hated you at one point. He understands you miss all your friends, that you've accepted it's better for them to stay away, but is Ran really the person you think to run to first for comfort?

To let him flirt with you even though he knows you have no sincere interest in him, putting his hands on you because it's the only touch you get besides fighting. Oh but the way you look at him, not Ran. Him. 

Purposely locking eyes with him as Ran whispered stuff into your ears, letting him know you don't care for the man like Koko thinks you do. And he hates it, he hates playing this waiting game with you. Wondering when it'll be his turn to get the courage to understand what's so special about you that it attracts others.

Well, he's already taken an interest in you, mainly because you've two gotten closer over the years since Tomans disbandment. Besides Sanzu, you two were basically the others only friend, seeing each other everyday. He’ll watch from the sidelines as others shamelessly try to hit on you, only to be ignored because just like him, there's someone in the back of your mind that you're quite not over.

That's what pulled you two close, connecting because you both share the same problem. He’ll watch you try to move on, offering advice. You don't even attempt to help him, because it's been too many years and he's still hooked on the same person, while yours only lasted a few.

Now it's just the waiting game, and he's the only one that could put an end to it. 

A sigh breaks Koko out from his thoughts, and all of a sudden the rapid beating of his heart he had no idea about came to a calm pace, erasing the pounding from his ears. His vision clears, and you're still standing in front of him with a displeased expression. He feels the front of his shirt being pinched, so he looks down and is not surprised to see it's your doing.

“That ain't coming out” You state, releasing the white shirt he wears to reveal a red stain of punch, for when he chugged the cup earlier some had spilled out. He finally feels the sticky and gross texture left on his neck, making him flush in embarrassment – and because he was a bit tipsy. 

“If you want–”

“I'm gonna go wash my face” He cuts you off, denying whatever offer you were going to give him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, he wasn't supposed to offend you because he was envying the fact Ran was brave enough to make a move on you. The only reason he should be jealous is if you reject him, but that hasn't even happened.

“Koko–” You reach an arm out but he pushes it down, turning on his heel and making his way out of the kitchen filled with others who don't pay a single look to the scene. You just stand there, standing there watching as he disappeared into the crowd, guilt starting to bubble up in your gut. And none of it was from the alcohol.

Koko started to feel as if he was sobering up with each step he took to the bathroom. Though, not sober enough to follow the hosts rules. The line to the bathroom was long, and he knew if he joined in then he'd be left with his thoughts and throw up from them, ruining the night even more.

So he walks to the stairs that are filled with people drunk or high out of their mind, even giving him directions to the bathroom upstairs because they've been using it the entire time too. He used the railings for support, looking over the room and taking in the sight of everyone pressed up against each other. He can't believe he just walked through all of that. 

Koko eventually found his way to the bathroom, the hall deserted with only faded music being heard. He opens the door and walks in, locking it behind him as his other hand twists the sinks handle. Warm water runs from the faucet, filling his cupped hands he feels tingling from the rush of adrenaline and embarrassment.

He needs to get back to his apartment, take a proper shower and down as many glasses of water as possible. He wanted the day to be new, where you and him can walk into a meeting and act as if nothing happened. To talk and act like friends without the knowledge that something is there. Was he the only one feeling it? Is that why you never made a move? Was he just like everyone else, interested in you and had to take a number? 

“fuck…” He whispers after splashing the first wave of water onto his face, some of it getting on his shirt. He doesn't even care anymore, after all it's already ruined with that pinkish-red stain. Why was he so difficult for himself?

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, making him flinch and let the water overflow his cupped hands. “Koko?” you call from behind the wood, one hand on the knob as the other lays flat. 

He picks up his hunched form and grips the edge of the counter, looking at himself in the mirror with pity. Why were you still following him? He wants to ask you, but the other part of him feels his heart picking up speed.

“Can I come in?” 

He inhales a deep breath and stretches it out through his nose, closing his eyes as he convinces himself he's sober enough to pretend all of what happened tonight was already forgotten. His left hand reaches out and unlocks the door before dipping his head back down to the water, splashing himself some more.

Not even a second later the door opens, and you squeeze yourself through since the sink was right there. You shut the door behind you and lock it, keeping your back pressed against it with your hands holding the knob behind. You stare at him through the mirror with concern, and also guilt that the reason he's acting like this is because of you. 

He straightens himself up, but his head remains lowered in refusal to meet your eyes. He grabs the rag hanging on the wall before patting his face, dying the droplets of water running down his clear skin. He does all of this under your stare, waiting for you to say something, anything. It keeps quiet even as he wets the rag with the running faucet, feeling the tension grow thick.

Koko shuts off the water and finally looks into the mirror at himself, wringing out the washcloth ‘til it's not too dry and not too wet. He raises it to his neck, but the rough texture doesn't meet his skin, for you captured his wrist in your hand.

His eyes divert over to you in the mirror, but you're not waiting for him anymore. Your head is tilted to the side, your body somewhat too, wanting to meet with his eyes, not his reflections. The only reason it happened was because you used your other hand to softly take hold of the side of his face, turning his head to look at you.

Both of you are washed with hesitation, scared of the situation you’re both in. You look at each other with furrowed brows and softened eyes, lips sealed because there is nothing to be said.

You let go of his face and he holds it in place, watching as you focus your eyes on the washcloth you use to clean away the sticky liquid staining his neck. He turns his body to make it easier, mirroring yours which he can tell made your breathing stutter from the quick stop in gesture. 

You move onto the other side of his neck, wiping away the only stripe of dried punch. Then you wipe his jaw side to side, and then the corner of his lips even though he washed it away on his own. Your thumb follows after, drying it but it feels like smudging. 

You were wiping food that wasn't there, crumbs to be exact, but to Koko you were focused on him. Not the concern for your childhood friend, not his boss, him. 

“[name]...” he whispers, taking the rag from your hand and placing it on the sink. He then pushes some hair out of your face, palm cupping your jaw. He wants you to look at him, but your eyes are focused on the stain in the middle of his shirt.

Your hands slide up his chest, hooking over his shoulders before locking around his neck. His decision is made right then and there, the time he's gonna stop worrying for a second and grab a taste of what's so intriguing about you that it managed to have him thinking about you for so long.

He leans forward and you don't even have to think to do the same, connecting your lips that seal the longing crave. His hands drop to your waist, wrapping around your lower back and pulling your bodies close together until personal space isn't even a thing. He has you pinned against the door, digging his fingers into the back of your skin that has you losing because of his touch.

God does he just love the way you taste like cigarettes, the smell mixing with your perfume which just sets the perfect combination. He loves it so much that after you pull away to let out a shaky breath, he goes right back in but with more confidence and lust. He's practically hugging you at this point, nibbling on your bottom lip which has you raising your hands to cup the sides of his head.

You break the kiss to call his name, but your lips stay so close together that you're murmuring it into his mouth. “Koko–” you managed to breathe before he captured your mouth once more. “We shouldn't–” a breathy moan escapes your lips when he kisses you again, fingertips digging deeper into your skin that his fingernails will leave shapes.

His tongue finds his way past your lips and teeth, rolling it over with yours that instinctively takes action. The kiss is rushed with need, as if you both were truly two lovers who hadn't felt each other in years. 

“Why do you look at me when you're with Ran” he breaks the kiss for a moment, but of course the brushing of your lips doesn't leave. His eyes slightly open, lids lazily dropped while yours were wide. He feels your flustered breath and the way your lips shake against his own, caught off guard with his question and behavior overall. “When he whispers flirty things in your ear, why are you looking at me?” he asks again, close to giving your lips what they want.

“Why do you think?” your hand trails down to cup the side of his neck, thumb running along his jaw. Your other hooks over his shoulder, preventing him from moving backwards even though that wasn't his plan. “Because he's telling me to watch how jealous you get” your fingers trail up his scalp, leaving him goosebumps and a violent shiver to run down his spine.

“Jealous?” he scoffs, tilting his head as you do the same but in opposite ways. “Does he kiss you too?”

“no” you're quick to assure, promising him.

Your answer has him kissing you again, but this time his hands un-claw from your back and slide further down, past your ass and hooking around the back of your thighs. He hoists you up against the door which earns a gasp in surprise, along with your legs wrapping around his waist as your fingers tangle with his hair. 

He shifts you onto the counter, sitting you down and going back to holding you close. “Fuck [name]” he pants, easing the kiss into a slow, sloppy make out that's filled with tongue and heavy groans with each seal of the lips. 

“You act like– like you've been waiting– mm” you whisper between kisses, being stopped by a long and harsh one that has your closed eyes squeezing even harder. He bit your bottom lip, sucking on it before slipping his tongue back between your teeth.

You know he's been waiting, he knows you know that. You were mocking his desperation, the one-hundred percent he gave into making this enjoyable moment satisfying for the both of you. Because he knows you needed this attention just as much as he needed it, the lost touch of love that has you both making this mistake in finding comfort in the other.

Why couldn't it have been Ran, or even Shion you could be tangling with like this? There's other Kanto Manji members that are willing to make a pass at you, offering to replace the boy you thought was the one – not Koko, but another. And why were you the first girl he wanted to be with like this? For years it's always been...her. He's only ever thought of her, going as far as mistaking his friend for her. 

Because both of you knew, that deep down you both won't have the ones you truly love. You're forbidden to see them, rather they are alive or dead. So the next best thing is each other, getting rid of the tension both of you created that even Sanzu had the brains to point out. All of it was a mistake, because really you're only using each other to cope with what is lost.

“Hajime” You gasp, holding your hand over your mouth as his teeth graze the skin of your throat. Your tank top made it easy, sliding off one of the three-inch straps – and bra string – with his hand holding your jaw the other way to give him more space.

He licks a path up all the way to your jaw, eyes opened and carefully watching your beauty unfold. He inhales a guttural breath before leaving a kiss where his tongue had ended.

“Don't stop” you shamelessly beg, pulling him close by the back of his neck. 

God you were so fucking beautiful and perfect in every single way. Your facial expressions, the goose-bumping sounds– fuck, just all of it he was in love with. He doesn't have to explain himself to anyone why he's enjoying your presence, why he wants to shove it in everyone's face that you were begging him for his attention. 

Did the one you truly want make you feel this way? Did he have the [name] who answers to no man – except your boss – pleading for Koko to come closer and kiss her again? Did he have you losing all self respect for yourself to the point you're allowing Koko to strip you of your tank-top?

No, he doesn't think so.

Koko discards his one of too many collard shirts, reconnecting your lips as his hands find themselves pressing against your upper back. He sits you up straight so your fronts are pressed together, sharing each other's body warmth. 

He feels the stitches on your back as a result of your guys previous fight, getting cut deep enough to leave a sliced hole by your own damn switchblade stolen by Shion himself. Which is probably why he's not the one you're running to for stuff like this. 

The injury reminds him of who you guys are and what you do, the reason many of you delinquents are touch starved. Because you're so focused on fighting and getting on top that the concept of settling down with someone sounds impossible. It's why Koko is always saying relationships are a distraction and only slow you down, but yet here he is.

“You're so pretty” spills from his lips with a pleased hum. It was admirable how one who was so obviously insecure and boyish could be so breathtaking, literally.

“Shut up” you demand, furrowing your brows in offense. “Just kiss me”

He smirks against your lips, “yes ma'am” he teases.

His hands hold onto your clothed thighs as your arms hold him close from behind his head, carding your fingers through his hair as the kiss softened into a more gentle pace. You both became aware that this wasn't a dream, and that you're actually rule-breaking colleagues. That's why the kiss eased into a more shameful romantic way.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have eyes on Koko even before Kanto Manji was formed. He was an attractive guy, still pulls off that red eyeliner, perfect curls, great sense in fashion, etc. But at the time you never even thought you'd be something more than acquaintances, because you still had that person you wanted stuck to your side. He was the only thing on your mind.

But after tonight, there's no coming back from the lines you've both crossed. The betrayal both of you share, lost in a cloud of desire. 

Suddenly, there's a vibration coming from the counter, ignored at first as you continue stealing each others breath. The second buzz has you both scowling in annoyance, until the third finally breaks you away.

One of your hands remain on the back of his neck, leaning a bit forward to grab the phone from your pocket. You look down at the device held between you two as Koko leaves kisses to your cheek, ignoring the distraction. 

“Shit” you pull away from him, eyes going wide in realization. “Fuck, it's Ran” you announce, making his eyes flicker over to your panicked ones. 

You answer the phone and hold it to your ear, slightly pushing Koko away by his chest. The boy in question watches as you converse with the brother on the other end, tone switched to normal as if you're not partially bare.

“What? Well why is that idiots first idea to beat him up?!” You turn annoyed, obviously Ran's doing. “Fine! I’ll find Koko and meet you guys there, just stop causing scenes” you finally state before ending the call, rolling your eyes with a dreading sigh.

You lean back against the mirror, it's cold glass forming goosebumps. One arm drapes over your stomach while the other rests over its wrist, licking your lips as the definition of patience leaves your mind.

“What?” Koko questions, standing between your legs once again and placing his hands on either side of your hips. 

You bite the inside of your cheek at the gesture, for the phone call made you realize where you guys were and what led up to it. All seven of those drinks you had, forgotten due to your sobering head. You start to feel bad, like a piece of shit because you know this is all a mistake. Not some fun little one you can laugh about later, but one you know both of you will regret.

“Rindou got into a heated argument and punched a guy, so they fled” you inform, sitting back up and finding your hand on the back of his neck despite your foolish realization. “And it's getting late, so we should go too” 

Your touch wasn't the same, he felt the hesitation in it. And your eyes were filled with guilt that concluded him to one thing. You were regretting the moment you shared with him in this bathroom. You were regretting him and the attention you seeked for.

“[name]–”

“I shouldn't have let this happen, I’m sorry” you apologize, pushing him away again and standing from the counter. You're quick to pull over your tank top, but it doesn't hide the evidence of betrayal. You toss him his shirt and he redresses, quick so he doesn't lose you.

“Wait,” he grabs your arm, but you brush him off.

“We were both drunk and won't recall this tomorrow, okay?” you state, engraving it into his mind that even though the chances of remembering it were close to one-hundred, he still has to play dumb. 

“You regret it?” he asks, wrapping his hand around the doorknob so you couldn't leave.

“We can't do this, Koko” you look off to the side in shame and insincerity. “It's not good for either of us. If we let it go on it'll get in the way of Kanto Manji, and our only priority should be Mikey. Not each other” you remind, hugging yourself because it suddenly became cold.

He doesn't like the way you say his name now, regret spiking your tone. And he hates the fact that those are a mixture of words he'd say in the past, one's he would use to convince you that love had no place in the delinquent life. He hates that you listened to him, because now his own advice was biting him in the ass.

“Maybe if we could just do this occasionally” he cups the side of your face, being the one to beg now. 

“No, Koko. I'm sorry for leading you on like that but we have to end it here before it gets worse” you repeat yourself, but you can't find the courage to leave his touch. It's too warm and comforting that you wanna punch yourself for wanting to reject it. 

“Then let's go to my place and talk this out. We can make it work” He tries again, letting go of the doorknob to cup the other side of your face as he goes to close up the space again. 

You softly scoff, turning your face out of his hands with an attempt to hold an annoyed smile. “We both know if I walk through that door with you, there's no coming back from it. We can't even come back from this” you use a finger to point back and forth at you guys. “We don't want to make this work, Koko. There's nothing to work with. If anything, we’re just using each other” you finally let spill, feeling your chest tighten the second it left.

Why were you talking for him? Who's we? He doesn't give a shit if you're using each other, if tomorrow morning he’ll wake up and go, ‘fuck, maybe I shouldn't have done that’. He doesn't care, he wants you. He wants you to touch him more, to take care of him like you were doing earlier, to prove to others he's not a killjoy and can move on from what is dead. The last one may cancel out his whole argument but it's the process of moving on, he wants to move on with you.

For years to come you'll both serve under Mikey and you can already assume it'll be something big, an organization you'll all have a huge part in. So for these upcoming years you'll still see each other everyday, will remember this night you guys broke free of all self-respect, and will always act like nothing is there.

“Then use me” 

Your eyes snap hard over to his, lips parting in quick disbelief at his words. He was crazy, desperate for mistakes like this to happen again. Why was he so insisting? He can't possibly be serious. use him? 

“Use me 'til you’re satisfied” he continues, placing his hands on the counter beside you, leaving you no place to go. “Use me for him, and I’ll use you for her” he negotiates, staring deeply into your eyes with nothing but determination to catch you feeling the same way. 

He hates lying to himself, but for you he’ll risk it all. He’ll tell you to use each other, for you to think he's who you want and call him by a different name during moments like these. And then he’ll do the same with you. Yeah, that's what will happen. Just like you, he’ll– oh who is he kidding? He's only saying all of this for you to touch him again.

He can't even force himself to mistake you for the eldest Inui. When you look at him and see whoever it is you want, he can only stare at you. Literally just you. Your [color] hair, [color] eyes, [color] skin and just god dammit all of it! When the focus is on you or when his mind even has a single thought about you, Akane is nowhere in sight – metaphorically and physically. It's only ever just been you for these past months whenever he craves attention and touch.

If letting you use him is the key to finding himself in moments like these again, then you better believe he’ll lie just for you.

He leans forward, stopping halfway in the few inch gap between your faces. He's looking at you and you're looking through him, a hand slowly but surely holding the side of his neck while the other cups his face. And in that moment Koko realizes your touch is no longer warm, but cold as a result it wasn't meant for him.

Though, as you lean forward and meet him halfway, you both share the flush feeling heating your faces. The goosebumps trailing your skin as his arms wrap around your lower back, holding you close in a gentle and steady embrace. The satisfaction he feels to taste and smell you so closely again, wishing he had a candle that was a mixture of your signature perfume and cigarettes.

The kiss wasn't rushed or filled with need like earlier. It was slow and peaceful, learning the shape of each others mouths and the timing when it's appropriate to pull away and catch a quick breath. It was a beautiful feeling to have, one that warmed Koko's heart with hope and good intentions. 

You can use him for his entire life and he wouldn't care. You can deny this sneaky relationship of yours, complain that it wasn't right, only to run back into his touch. And he’ll accept you every time.

[toujokaname]

Game master / Episode 6

Author: Akira

Characters: Aira, Hiiro, Takashi

"Hiro-kun, did you shrink...?"

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Season: Winter

Location: Secluded Village

About an hour later. At the entrance of the accommodation prepared for ALKALOID in the Amagi Village.

Aira: (Sigh... I feel kinda nauseous for some reason.)

(We were just having a nice meal, but Rinne-senpai had to drop that heavy stuff on us.)

(Now my head's pounding and my stomach feels heavy.)

(Maybe it's the aftermath of those laxatives from the third match. My gut's grumbling.)

Aira: (But... Maybe I should've thought about it properly, instead of brushing it off as Rinne-senpai's usual nonsense.)

(We're currently in the middle of an "overarching trend.")

(No... All along, right from the start, we've been pawns on ES's chessboard, in their efforts to change this world.)

(Aware of that, what are we going to do?)

(Will we continue to follow orders obediently as before, or will we rebel like Crazy:B?)

(We have to think this through. If we just go with the flow, we'll end up taking a nosedive straight to the bottom of the waterfall.)

Aira: (But... Uuu... After all, it's beyond what a commoner like me can handle.)

(There's no use mulling it over it alone.)

(I wanted to wander around and observe a bit, but maybe I should head back to the room and pick Tattsun-senpai and Mayo-san's brains about it—get the opinions of smart people.)

(I've been doing that a lot lately.)

(Just a little while ago, I was an underachiever who couldn't get anywhere, but somehow I've managed to stand proud as an idol because of that.)

(Even if I think about it alone, it's probably just gonna lead to a big screw-up anyway.)

???: —What's wrong?

Aira: Hm? Oh, it's no biggie, really ♪

I sorted it out on my own, no need for you to worry about it, Hiro-kun—

???: Really? You look pale, so I'm worried.

Aira: .........

...Eh, w-what?

???: What's wrong?

Aira: Hiro-kun, did you shrink...?

???: Even if it looks like that, I've been growing a little taller lately?

Though I am tiny compared to Nii-san.

Aira: No, wait... Eh, what's this? A dream? Am I having some kind of mystical backward village experience?

Hiiro: What's wrong, Aira?

I got worried when you didn't come back for a while.

It's best not to roam around too much. The villagers won't cause trouble since we're guests, but—

My hometown has always been closed off, resistant to other cultures and tourists. That's why it reacts negatively to outsiders who try to mix with it.

It fears outsiders and, in some cases, attempts to get rid of them.

So, if you don't want to get involved in strange troubles, at least stay close to me.

I'll protect you, Aira.

Aira: No, I think I'm already involved in trouble...?

Hiiro: What do you mean? Come to think of it, you've seemed unwell since the meal, Aira.

Maybe the cuisine from my hometown didn't agree with your constitution?

???: Ah, it's Hiiro-sama. Good da... good evening?

Hiiro: Umu. It's a tricky hour, so it's hard to greet properly.

Aira: No no, why're you having a normal conversation?

Who is this boy? Someone you know, Hiro-kun? He looks like he could be your twin, is he a relative or something?

Hiiro: No, I don't know this child?

It's strange... This is a small community, so I thought I knew most of the people in my hometown, but...?

Who are you? Where are you from? Where are your father and mother?

???: Ah, um, nice to meet you.

Takashi: My name is Takashi.

Hiiro: Takashi-kun. What characters do you use for your name?

Takashi: The "天" from Amagi (天城), read as Takashi.

Hiiro: Hmm, that's an unusual name for our village. The name Amagi indicates a monarch, so it would be disrespectful to use the same kanji.

Could it be that you're from somewhere else? It looks like Akan-san and Anzu-san, who got stuck in traffic earlier, have finally arrived—

Did you come with them? Could you be a child of the staff?

Aira: Oh, come on, isn't he way too similar to you, Hiro-kun? You're acting like nothing's wrong, but don't you have any suspicions?

Hiiro: What truly matters isn't your appearance, but your inner self, your character... Don't you think?

But now that you mention it, he does look a lot like me.

Hiiro: Ah... Aira! Could it be that you gave birth to my child?

Aira: What do you mean "could it be"? I've been suspicious for a while, but haven't the Amagi people received a proper sex education?

We haven't done anything to make a kid, and two men can't possibly have a baby together, now can they?!

Hiiro: Why are you upset...? You always get like this, Aira. Did I say something strange again?

Takashi: Ah, they're calling for me.

Apologies. I'll be taking my leave, Hiiro-sama.

Hiiro: Ah, wai... He's gone. What was that all about?

Aira: He addressed you using "sama," so he's probably someone from the Amagi Village. You and your family are the most respected here, right, Hiro-kun?

Hiiro: Umu. Surprisingly, you're very observant of others, Aira!

Aira: Ugh, what do you take me for?

Hiiro: But, like I said earlier, I don't recognize him... He looked just like me when I was a child, but I'm here now.

I think he's a complete stranger. Still, he looked too much like me.

What's going on? I have this uneasy feeling in my chest...

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[mari-lair]

In ageswap AU which other characters are also age swapped?

Are Yokoo and Satou in Teru's class?

Was Mitsuba a classmate of Teru? Mitsuba should have given Teru "let's be friends" talk since they sit in alphabetical order.

Of the main cast only the Minabros age are swapped. But I have decided to age up Yooko and Satou too, because I love their friendship with Kou very much, and I want them to grow up together and slowly pick on how stressed Kou is, helping him out as much as they can.

Mitsuba was Teru’s classmate and he does give him the "Let's be friend" talk. I didn’t want to put too much focus on Mitsuba, but this is the third ask I get about him, so I'll go into ramble mode: Here is every loose idea I had of Mitsuba and Teru relationship.

Since they are both friendless and lonely and sit next to each other, they agreed to be friends, but it’s a strange and somewhat superficial friendship, very short-lived. Their personalities just don’t clash very well: Not with Mitsuba's fake mask.

Mitsuba is very boring for Teru's standards, his sweet and polite persona makes Teru even more confident in his belief he isn’t normal and probably never will be. He puts effort and tries despite the lack of interest and his difficulty forming attachments because he does want friends, part of him hasn't given up on it. He also knows Kou is worried about him always spending his lunch with him instead of people his age, and Teru wants to make Kou proud, not worried.

Teru is more careful with strangers, but he doesn't really have a persona when he tries to make friends, he is still too casual about morbid topics and too blunt about his opinion, bullying Mitsuba on accident.

He gets some hope of making this work when he scares or frustrates Mitsuba, since it breaks his good boy act, and his real self is dramatic enough to entertain Teru. He is still hopeless though, so he enjoys hanging out with Kou more than Mitsuba.

Teru ends up realizing Mitsuba doesn't like to be seen as girly, and he was taught to treat girls nicely, so he kind of took it as “Don’t be delicate with Mitsuba,” and while that doesn’t make him violent, as he is with Akane, he does hurt Mitsuba on accident a lot when he teases him.

Teru makes an effort to be a good friend but he is very bad at it, and very arrogant, so he is confident he is nailing this friendship when he starts having fun, which is when Mitsuba starts to be stressed in his presence.

As for Mitsuba, he used to think Teru is cute (his type is blond with kind looking smiles and pretty blue eyes) but that feeling was quickly overshadowed by anger, fear, frustration, and just plain bafflement.

He is jealous of how authentic Teru is, and scared of being honest too, considering Teru's attempts to bond came across as him bullying Mitsuba when he is being ‘inoffensive’, so he fears being killed if he acts cocky and arrogant. The alternative of actually hurting Teru is also uncomfortable though, since he is one of the few people that can get happy to see him.

He gets tricked a lot and feels dumb near Teru (which he really hates), but he does likes that when Teru asks about his life, he listen to the answer, and remembers what he tells him.

He doesn’t believe in exorcists but does notice Teru gets new injuries every day, sometimes serious injuries. Mitsuba comes to the conclusion there is an uncomfortably high chance Teru is involved in something shady, maybe an illegal fight club (Teru just has a ‘vibe’ when he talks about supernaturals that put Mitsuba on edge)

Mitsuba eventually gets curious and lets Teru drag him to meet ‘his cool big brother’, and Kou is super sweet and happy to see Teru with a friend, so Mitsuba got a crush on his first meeting, even if he is angry about it and refuse to go out of his way to see Kou again, only seeing him on casual chance encounters.

Depending on how lonely Mitsuba feels he either seeks Teru out (anything to not spend his break alone) or avoids him as he would his old bullies, which confuses Teru, but he doesn’t mind, happy to have lunch with Kou.

Mitsuba would only consider him a friend when desperate for it or if his mom looks too worried. But usually, he doesn’t know what his relationship with Teru is: He doesn’t hate Teru but he also doesn’t like him.

He stopped interacting with him relatively quickly cause he think being friends with the weirdo that frankly, is stressing to hang out with, would ruin his chances of making friends with other people.

He is convinced his own personality isn't as bad as Teru's.

Their interactions got reduced to random talk when both are too bored and being the first person to go to when you need to borrow something, since they sit so close and do know each other. It's not hostile but more like friendly (?) acquaintances than friends. (I genuinely do not know how to describe their relationship)

When Mitsuba dies, Teru was close enough to him to feel the loss but not enough to grieve ‘properly’. It hurt, and he isn’t as bright for a week, but he moves on relatively quickly, going back to only focusing on his family.

Teru did not realize the weak ghost he exorcized is Mitsuba, only able to connect the dots when he heard Tsukasa say Mitsuba's full name. The idea he exorcised an old classmate will make him feel guilty and sad, but Teru won’t regret it or beat himself about it for long: He was taught since young that wandering spirits can become a danger if they try to cling to the near shore and that supernaturals are pitiful and selfish creatures that lose their humanity.

He had accepted Mitsuba, the human he knew, had died on the day his death was announced last year, and he had moved on from it.

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Red Velvet - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 - First Snow

Himuro has never felt so at peace as he did in these last  two months.

To begin with, he had won a match within the Kengan Association, securing yet another new property for his boss to further expand Ginokuniya Bookstore's business and, as a bonus, he had received a large commission to put him at ease regarding financial matters for the next few months.

Afterwards, he got a little closer to one of Tomori's friends who had become interested in him and asked for his contact information. Her name was Mariko, and she had a very refined taste for drinks and cocktails, so they were getting along quite well. A friendship with benefits to keep him warm in those cold days.

And finally: it had been two months since Rihito had stopped bothering him with his constant whining and requests for alms in the form of girls' phone numbers. The truth was that Rihito no longer complained about his lack of luck with women, because through some miraculous intervention from some merciful god, he had become able to attract them on his own.

May God, the devil or whatever bless Agata Akane, because she deserved it. 

His phone buzzes, and a text appeared in his friend's group chat:

Dickhead_Tokita:

Kanami invited you guys for a hotpot here at our house on christmas eve 

we’ll have karaoke and dancing games, according to her

come if you want

EggHead:

If it has karaoke and just dance, tomori is already in for sure, and so am I LOL

Himuro smiles at this, setting the dishes aside and drying his hands on the tea towel so he can type.

Gigolo_Master:

I’m in!

is it okay if I bring a friend?

miss kanami knows her as far as I know

it’s one of the girls tomori introduced me to 

GiantKiller:

I’m going to spend Christmas with my family this year, guys, sorry 😔

But even if I went to this hotpot, I would be just third wheeling

EggHead:

c’mon, man, hiro and mr. paikon are single too, they’ll probably also go

and koga and ryuki, and kazzy… 

GiantKiller:

True, but I still can’t go. My bad

Dickhead_Tokita:

no, the two kids and yamashitakazuo also have plans

kaede went on vacation

it’s just us

Gigolo_Master:

lets fill that house up then

I’ll bring my friend

we need more women for that party lol

and don’t worry kaneda

will you also spend new years with them?

GiantKiller:

I can spend it with you guys if they don’t force me to stay with them 😆

Gigolo_Master:

try to show up, we’ll spend new years eve getting shitfaced lmao

I finally got a day off on the 31st guys

the first in two years, holy shit

we can’t miss this opportunity

EggHead:

well, if we do that on a safe place, I’m in

Dickhead_Tokita:

the message is given anyway 

we can inform ichiro later 

Gigolo_Master:

I haven't heard a peep from him since afternoon

he must be out on the razzle somewhere

or getting busy with miss agata 😏

EggHead:

Oh damn xD

ATTA BOY 

Chu-cha-cha-chu-chu-cha 🎶

GiantKiller:

You really liked this brazilian funk thing, uh 

Gigolo_Master:

LMAO

I swear to you guys

you have no idea how PEACEFUL my life has been in the last two months

first okubo got a girlfriend and stopped being a pain in my ass

and now rihito finally got a fuckin grip and learned the bennefits of kissing and not telling

or fucking and not telling in this case LOL

and consequently he stopped bothering me too

I’m living the fuckin dream

Dickhead_Tokita:

that’s what I call a christmas miracle

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

nope, you learning how to get outta the convo without kicking yourself outta the chat is what I call a miracle

dumbass

and good evening guys

Gigolo_Master:

speaking of the devil

there he is

good evening loverboy

Dickhead_Tokita:

hey there is an invitation up there in the chat

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

I saw it and I’m also im!

especially since we'll be eating auntie's food

hell yeah 😎

hey can I bring someone too?

EggHead:

I already know who it is

Dickhead_Tokita:

Kanami said she knows the organ thief, and she does not steal organs 😎

so its fine

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

my guy, she steals other things

not organs, but sometimes what comes out of them LMAO

but yeah, its her

she's already an old friend of the bakery staff, so I think it'll be alright

Dickhead_Tokita:

so she steals blood then?

I do that too, but with my fists 😎

GiantKiller:

Seriously, guys, quit with these jokes Ohma never gets 🙄🙄🙄

Dickhead_Tokita:

I actually got it, kaneda

you are the ones who did not get mine 😎

Gigolo_Master:

and seriously kaneda

you're asking rihito to stop being an idiot, basically

its like asking water to stop being wet 

just give up

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

🖕

EggHead:

man I don't know if ohma is dumb or if he just pretends to be

Dickhead_Tokita:

you will never know 😎

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

anyway

I'm too busy to try to understand what's going on inside tokita's head

but I'll go to the hotpot, it'll be dope

Dickhead_Tokita:

alright, I will tell kana

she told you guys to bring drinks, minus okubo, who will come with tomori

he can bring some soda

EggHead:

fine be me 

but the party is in two weeks, isn’t it?

miss kanami really likes to give invitations in advance, doesn't she?

GiantKiller:

Well, she’s a business owner 

She needs to be organized 

And early invitations help us to prepare accordingly 

It helps you guys, in that case

Dickhead_Tokita:

well, now the message is definitely given

Gigolo_Master:

drinks are kinda my thing, so we're covered

I'll tell my friend to bring some too

speaking of which, mr. ohya gave me a nice gift

do you remember that pricey sake called Kotozakura?

he gave me a full bottle!

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

damn himuro

that’s what we’re talking about!

this is getting better and better!

EggHead:

HELL YEAH!

Dickhead_Tokita:

if you start to drink too much and do some stupid shit, I will kick you guys out

kanami said that

Gigolo_Master:

relax, we’ll behave

you heard that, rihito?

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

for fuck’s sake

I didn’t do anything!

I’m just chilling! 

Dickhead_Tokita:

said the guy who got arrested about 4 times for doing dumb shit after drinking

And you say I’m the dumb one

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

shut up, I’m not the only one!

okubo also got arrested with me

but you fuckers always forget about that

you guys are obsessed with me, I swear

do want me to fuck you too or something?

Dickhead_Tokita:

what, are you mimicking your friend now?

are you also a cannibal? 😎

EggHead:

damn, I went to drink some water and came back only to be accused of past shit

CANNIBAL LMAO

first an organ trafficker and now a cannibal, this shit only gets better LOL

Dickhead_Tokita:

If you bring her, you will be the dish, not us 😎

EggHead:

fuck, and that makes so much sense

he called her a "sword swallower"

that's why he's so quiet now LMAOOOOO

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

you guys can go suck a bag of dicks

fucking assholes

anyway, I’m kinda busy here

I’ll take to y’all later 

Gigolo_Master:

too busy fucking and not telling?

Dickhead_Tokita:

(answering to @Mr_Iron_Fingers) Nah, I like mangoes better 😎

Gigolo_Master:

DAMN OHMA

what’s happening to you

you’re scaring the hell outta me

Dickhead_Tokita:

???????

Why?

EggHead:

since when do you make this kind of joke? o.O

Dickhead_Tokita:

I learned from you guys 🤨

I’m not deaf, and I’m a quick learner 

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

Hell yeah bro!

you’re finally learning from the master, eh, seaweed head

I’m so proud!

you’re going places!

Gigolo_Master:

weren’t you busy?

Christmas came early?

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

Fuck you!

it’s ‘cause you guys won’t shut up!

Dickhead_Tokita:

what a short attention span 😎 

GiantKiller:

I think I finally got it, Himuro

Ohma uses the smiling face with sunglasses emoji to make it clear that he’s joking

Dickhead_Tokita:

yes, and I’m doing it right now

koga says it helps making things clear

if I don’t use it, everyone thinks that I believe all the shit you guys say

kaneda almost started crying last time

and koga thought we were going to spar in the middle of the night 

he waited about 30 minutes for me and almost froze from the cold

GiantKiller:

Oh, poor kid 🤣🤣

He’s okay, right?

And thanks for your concern, Ohma

I can tell when these three are joking, but you almost never change your tone when in or out of the chat

I really thought you went to call the Kure that time 😭

Dickhead_Tokita:

he survived 😎

and just remember that I would have to pay an arm and a leg

the kure would never work for me for free, and I don't want it either

raian is my friend, but I don't want anymore favors from the Devil 

he's more of a cannibal than ichiro's girl 😎

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

RIHITO

GODDAMMIT DUDE

how many times do I have to tell ya???

and she isn’t my girl

she’s just a friend that I fuck occasionally 

Dickhead_Tokita:

change my nickname and I will think about using yours

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

for fuck’s sake

(@Mr_Iron_Fingers changed @Dickhead_Tokita’s nickname to @Kelpthullu)

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

there

happy now?

Kelpthullu:

my name isn’t Kelpthullu, dumbass

fuck it, now you’re Ichiro forevermore 😎

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

DUDE FUCK YOU

Kelpthullu:

go cry about it on Cannibal’s shoulders 😎

Gigolo_Master:

holy shit rihito

even ohma is making fun of you

you’re out of your game lol

Kelpthullu:

I'm also inspired today so don't get used to it 😆

this must be the afterglow you guys talk about so much

Gigolo_Master:

LMAOOO

seriously, guys, I’ll be off now

my shift is almost over and I have to catch the train home

I’ll talk to you later

Kelpthullu:

I’ll be off too, I was going to just send the invitations but got carried away

later

And the chat went silent after that.

Himuro puts his phone in his pants pocket, still laughing to himself. Adding Ohma to that group chat had been the most genius idea they had come up with. Now only quality jokes came out of there.

He finishes stacking the glasses and heads out to clock out; he couldn't wait to get home and take a hot bath. It was freezing cold now. Soon the first snow would fall. It would be the perfect time to stay under the blankets with someone...

…

And at another establishment, on the other side of town, another member of that group chat was enjoying the evening in the exact same way.

"Rihito, are you okay? You're looking at your phone like you want to punch it..."

Rihito starts a little, turning his head to look over his shoulder. He was sitting on the edge of the huge bed, in one of the several rooms in the luxurious Gold Pleasure Club building, in the company of two beautiful employees who were willing to warm him up on that cold night, the three of them resting from the night's activities. He smiles awkwardly, trying to contain his anger.

"Oh, it’s okay, girls, relax. It's just my friends talking shit in our chat group, as always. I'm turning off notifications."

"Anything interesting there?," One of the girls, a curvy blonde, bites her lip. The other one, who talked first, had dark skin and curly hair.

"Nothing as interesting as you!," He lies down again, and they both laugh when he hugs them, bringing them close to his huge chest. And he does it without grabing them too enthusiastically, which was a very welcome development "I was feeling so lonely today... you guys just made my night better."

"Yes, you've been coming here alone these last few months. So Okubo really got a girlfriend?," the dark-skinned one asks.

"Yep! And now he's out there, too busy being all cute and disgusting with her," He pretends to sniff, his tone playfull "He's too good for his brothel bro now..."

"That's so mean," the blonde pouts, "Leaving his friend behind like that..."

"Well, at least we still have this hottie here to keep us company," the dark-skinned one puts a leg over his hips, smiling "But man... is it just me or you got sexier?"

"Yeah, you made me shiver all over," the blonde laughs "Even more so when you asked me to sit on you."

"C'mon, I pale in comparison to you," He laughs slyly "And I really developed a taste for that, I won't deny it. What can I say? I see these smooth, soft skins and I already want to kiss them all over...," He pretends to try to bite the dark-skinned one, who makes a sound that was half a scream, half a high-pitched laugh, playfully pushing him away.

"Oh, okay, that's enough," she gets up "Let us clean up, you animal. Come on, Naoko," she calls for the other one.

"We'll be right back," she kisses his neck before getting up.

"Alright. I'm just going to stay here and laze away...," He smiles as he stretches, dropping back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. Wow, what a great way to end that night! Good booze, some snacks, two beautiful girls on each arm... was there a better way to live life?

"It's just a shame Akane is so busy with that evil lair she calls a hair salon..."

The thought makes him open his eyes. Akane and he had gone out together a few more times in the last two months, to eat or to dance, and they always ended the night at some small love hotel or at her apartment, if they were close enough to it. He honestly preferred the apartment; he had developed a taste for colorful walls and tacky decor, especially the hot pink monster that was the couch. Just as he had enjoyed Akane's company too. So much so that he even missed it. She was busy during the end of the year, with women appearing one after the other in the salon, wanting to get all dolled-up for the holidays in an attempt to impress uninterested husbands. So he had to seek company at the Gold Pleasure Group, which always ended up emptying his wallet. He couldn't wait for the year-end bonuses... 

He hears a very low buzz and some giggling in the bathroom of the suite, but what caught his attention the most was hearing his name.

He raises his head immediately. Oh, were they talking about him? A mixture of strong curiosity and fear took hold of him. Were they arguing about his performance? Those giggles were worrying... unable to resist, he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom door, as silently as he could, putting his ear close to the door to hear better. 

"... when he got closer I thought he was going to grab me, but then he brought me closer slowly, and gave me a sniff on the neck… wow, I got goosebumps…," he heard the blonde say.

"I saw it... but I was too busy feeling him inside me... where did he learn to do that?"

"Girl, I wouldn’t mind if he comes after me again, I swear to you…"

"I know! He’s much better than before. What happened to him?"

"I don’t know, but it was good… a winter miracle, I’m actually cumming for the first time in months…"

They begin to laugh coquettishly.

"Stop, that sounds so wrong…"

"Am I lying?"

"I was luckier than you then… but it’s true, he’s really getting better."

Rihito had to make an absurd effort not to run to the window, throw his fists in the air and scream in triumph for the entire fucking district to hear.

Damn, he had done it! Two girls loved his performance, and not out of pure pretense so as not to hurt his ego! He had truly learned how to be a good lover!

“And it was all thanks to her!”

And again, thinking about Akane brings that warm joy deep in his chest. Damn, he was going to make that woman moan and scream so much the next time they met! She deserved all that and more.

"Oh... damn," he heard the dark-skinned one say.

"What is it?"

"Our time is running out... shit, I wanted him to give me head too."

"We can ask him later, outside…"

"For free? No, he'll get used to it."

"Yeah…," she sighs "It’s a shame… but we’ll offer our services if he comes later, okay?"

"Hell no, I want him for myself."

They both laugh louder.

"Okay, let's go, we have to tell him anyway...," he hears footsteps.

He starts for a second, running away from the door and lying back down on the bed, trying to strike a relaxed pose on the sheets, with his arms behind his head and one leg casually bent up. That's it, a badass pose, he had to keep good impressions with the girls...

They look at him, picking up their dresses from the floor while smiling at him.

"Sorry, Rihito, we have to go."

"Yeah, time's up…," the dark-skinned one says in a sad tone, which he learned was genuine.

"So… are you going to come visit us again?," the blonde smiles.

"Oh, it’s a shame, I was loving the company," He smiles at them, "And I intend to, when my wallet is a little fuller again, hahaha! But it was really worth it. You two are wonderful," He coos, in a deliberately sugary tone to make them laugh.

And they really laugh, one of them waving her hand shyly. They quickly put on their clothes and leave.

"Oh, you still have another half hour, so just relax," the dark-skinned one says "You already know how it works."

"I know! I'm going to stretch here a bit. Good night," He blows kisses to them, and they laugh again as they close the door. He takes another deep breath, stretching and hugging a pillow.

That bed was really huge, warm and comfortable. But strangely, he missed something. Preferably something a lot more... fuzzy.

He opens his eyes again. And here come those strange thoughts... it was probably because she had been mentioned in the group chat, when he had received carte blanche to take her to Kanami's house, at the upcoming Christmas party that their friends would throw.

He frowns. Would inviting her be too weird? They weren't dating or anything, just having fun together every now and then... but damn, they were friends now, weren't they? What harm would it do to want to have some fun with a friend, especially among so many others? He finally makes up his mind, grabbing his phone from the dresser next to the bed and searching for a specific chat.

Himbo_King🦍:

hey miss lumberjack

are you busy? lol

She takes a few minutes to respond.

Boss_Bitch🍑:

hey he-man ❤️

I’m home now

Himbo_King🦍:

I have an invitation for u

do you have any plans for christmas eve?

Boss_Bitch🍑:

I’ll be busy during the day

those hags love to show up at the salon on short notice

but I’ll be free after 5 o’clock

we’ll have the next day all for ourselves ❤️

why?

Himbo_King🦍:

great, it's a nighttime event anyway

our friends are planning a hotpot for christmas eve

at miss kanami’s house

you’re invited

we’ll bring booze and ours empty stomachs lmao

Boss_Bitch🍑:

wow, really?!

Butch’s gonna throw a party?? And she’ll cook???

she never baked me a loaf of bread without charging me for it!

damn what a Golden boy doesn’t do to a bitch’s humor LMAO

A fuckin christmas miracle indeed 

I’m in! Christmas Eve, right? 

Himbo_King🦍:

yeah, but quit with the Golden boy shit lmao

that sounds so fucking gay

I’m a Fuck-Buddy with a capital F 😎

and anyway, her boyfriend eats like he’s about to starve

he must have convinced her lol

Boss_Bitch🍑:

I’m talking about HER Golden boy, dumbass LMAO

and yeah, that must’ve been it

Butch’s the kind of girl who grabs men by their stomachs 

and you’re a Golden Retriever, yea, but far from a Golden boy, get a fuckin grip LOL

Himbo_King🦍:

ooh, got it

but he isn’t golden either

he’s a cosmic horror creature coming straight from the depths 🐙

then he found his own Amazon

you’ll met him at the party

Boss_Bitch🍑:

well fuck

I’m curious now, he doesn’t seem bad…

is he such a pain in the ass?

anyway, forget about it

I got worried that Butch was with some good-for-nothing pos, but I remembered that she would’ve kicked him to the curb if he was that bad

that woman is terrifying 

Himbo_King🦍:

believe me, I know that lol

and don’t worry, he’s nice

he’s one of my bros

he’s just dumb as a roch

*robs

*ROCK

DAMMIT

Boss_Bitch🍑:

LMAO I got it

anyway… are you coming or will you stay there, scratching your balls?

or did you already have fun and just wanna chat?

I guess it’s the third option, you usually show up earlier than that

Himbo_King🦍:

hey, is this an invitation?

I can crash at your place, no problem at all

I prefer your nails to scratch my balls anyway LMAO

and sorry, you were busy at the salon today

I thought I would be a bother if I showed up

Boss_Bitch🍑:

well, if you went straight to the salon you wouldn’t come out alive LOL

but you’re welcome at my place

speaking of which, I still haven’t crashed at yours

do you have a roommate? 

since you do not bring any girls there lol

Himbo_King🦍:

I was talking about waiting for you at your doorstep, dummy

I won’t steep a foot in that chicken house you call a salon ever again LOL

I thought you were too tired to do anything, but if not, I’m coming

and yeah, you still haven’t see my place

I also live alone

Boss_Bitch🍑: 

A massage from your fingers would be really nice, not gonna lie

and well, I’d like to come to your place, but you can come to mine today

and since you must’ve already fucked some bitch today, I'm going to prepare a bath 

I won't kiss a mouth that tastes like other chick's pussy LOL

Himbo_King🦍:

dude fuck you LMAO

alright I'll tidy up before I go

gotta rinse my mouth to meet Her Highness' demands lol

I’ll be there in 20m

man its so fucking cold!

a hot bath would be really nice, specially with good company 👅 

Boss_Bitch🍑:

exactly

you really think that I’ll waste water just to wash your stinky ass?

you must want some glitter-filled bath bombs too, oh my

maybe for me cause this bitch here likes to smell good, but you?

only if its like when we're on my couch

you on top of it and me on top of you 🍑🍆

Himbo_King🦍:

have some shame, you demon LMAO

I’ll give you some real bombs after the bath, not before

right on top of your pink-pornstar monster 

no, seriously, I’m coming

want me to bring something?

chocolate, some beers idk

Boss_Bitch🍑:

dunno, bring some noodles or anything we can microwave

and yeah, beer and chocolate sounds good too

oh yeah I almost forgot

bring your sausage and two eggs causa I’m starving LMAO

I mean, if there’s anything left for me 😗😗

if not, we can do netflix without chill LOL

Himbo_King🦍:

fucking hell woman LMAO

you wanna make me run like the fuckin wind or something??

I need to be careful, I don’t wanna get run over lol

but alright then, beer, chocolate, instant noodles, my sausage and two eggs

that’s my grocery list

be there soon 

Boss_Bitch🍑: 

man take your mind outta the gutter 

I just want a sandwich 😇😇 

Himbo_King🦍:

yeah, sure you do

a sausage and eggs sandwich

whatever, I’ll bring everything

kiss on ya tits 🍒

He then leaves his phone aside, going to the bathroom to take a quick shower, just so he doesn't show up in her apartment smelling like perfume from two different women. They weren't dating, but it was all about respect and consideration.

About ten minutes later, he had already paid for his stay, gone to a convenience store nearby and bought everything she asked for. He had even bought more than one chocolate bar, because in that cold weather, a sweet treat sounded really good. He walks through the busy streets of the outskirts, the extremities of his body slowly becoming numb from the cold. Holy shit, it seemed like winter was getting more intense with each passing year, and it wasn’t even snowing yet! He lets out a shaky breath, the air leaving his mouth and condensing into smoke, hanging in the air. He then makes up his mind, taking out his phone and sending a private text to Okubo.

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

seriously, man

let’s bring some quality booze for the hotpot

if it’s cold af now, just imagine how much worse it’ll get til christmas

Okubo answers pretty quickly; he must’ve already been on his phone.

EggHead:

I’m counting on that bro

I’m shivering all over and I’m not even outside wtf

I’m on my car, with the heater turned on and everything

wyd man?

your space heater broke or something? lol

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

I’m leaving the golden pleasure club  now

all alone in a cold winter night, all because my brothel bro found a bedmate to keep him warm

I’m going to akane’s house

EggHead:

lol you’re one to talk

you have a bedmate too, she’s just not your gf

anyway, I have to go now, I’m kinda in a hurry

I have to get there in time before the First Snow falls 🥰

Rihito frowns, the sight of that emoji sending shivers down his spine.

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

First Snow?

and what the hell is up with that emoji??

dude, are you gay? 🤨

EggHead:

I should ask you the same lmao

you never heard about the First Snow thing? I read about it recently 

it’s a thing about couples watching the first snowfall of the year

it’s said that, if a couple watch it together, their relationship will last forever

it’s the kind of cute, cheesy thing tomori likes 

will I get something good in return? For sure

so I’m in 😁

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

… Okubo Naoya

my man

my guy 

my chummy chum

that was the gayest shit you've ever said on this chat

fuck that first snow crap

why are you making excuses to get laid? Just get under your sheets with her and that’s it

you can watch that first snow from the window while you’re pounding her

EggHead:

says the guy who twerks like a bitch LMAO

and my girl like this stuff, man

if that makes her all wet for me, so be it LOL

and besides, it’s fun!

getting under the sheets with a hot cocoa mug and my chick to keep me warm sounds fuckin awesome, 10/10

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

LMAO you fucker

I knew it, you’re a pervert just like me afterall

but whatever, do what you want

I don’t need all that to get laid, I’m a very simple man

and I only twerk if I know that’ll get someone twerking for me in return

EggHead:

see?

it’s the same principle, dumbass

my girl only asks for a bit of snow

yours asks for you fucking dignity LOL

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

what dignity LMAO

I have way more dignity than a mf who’s gonna watch some stupid snowflakes fall

drinking hot cocoa and eating some sissy cookies

while he waits for his missus to get in the mood

but again, do what you must to get a good fuck, that’s not my problem

have fun

and tell tomori that akane will be at the hotpot

EggHead:

hell yeah!

alright, go twerk and have some fun yourself

send my regards to your Cannibal LOL

And his icon goes offline. He must already be on the road.

Rihito thinks about calling Okubo every name under the sun, but it wouldn't be funny since he wouldn't see those messages until the next day, after spending the night fucking his girlfriend to the sound of crackling fireplaces and snow piling up on the windowsill. And like the helpless romantic that he was, he would be too happy to care about some dumb insults. It wasn't even worth wasting time.

He huffs and puts away his phone, picking up the bags with his purchases and walking faster, eager to get away from the cold. He didn't need all that cheesy bullshit. He had found a friend who disliked them as much as he did. And they were both going to enjoy that cold as it deserved to be enjoyed, yes sir.

The relief is great when he finally sees the dirty block where Akane lived. The good thing about that freezing cold was that the smell of garbage and cat piss was much less pronounced.

He goes up the stairs; the place was strangely quiet for such a neighborhood. Normally he would hear some ear-splitting music from some apartment, or some crazy couple in the middle of a screaming match or even cats fighting or mating on the roof. But the night was completely silent. Which was actually good, at least the walls were thick.

He knocked on the door and a moment later she opened it. She smiled and opened it completely when she saw who it was. She was in her homely clothes, with her glasses and a loose shirt, and barefoot.

"Hi," she lets him in and closes the door, giving him space and grabbing the bags he was giving her "Get in the bathroom, I'll put the groceries away and I'll be right there." 

"'Night!," He greets her with a smile, his face red from the cold, but it didn't seem to have affected his mood at all "Sorry for coming this late. If I had known that you'd be free after work, I would've come straight from work," And after taking off his shoes, he heads towards the bathroom, without thinking to much. He had been visiting that apartment for two months now. They were already past the formalities.

"Sorry, I also thought you were busy. I remember once you were working late on a last minute delivery, and the next day you had a match scheduled," She says while putting things away.

"See? It’s not just you who’s racing against the clock because of a job," He comments, raising his voice as he opens the door to the bathroom, already taking off his clothes and folding them over the basket next to the sink "Year's end has been pretty busy, but after the holidays we'll be able to make the most of it..."

Rihito had seen that bathroom before: it was tiny, but organized and very clean, and of course, a bit cluttered, with colorful things on the shelves, some motivational pictures (his favorite was the one were it was written “one shit a day make your problems flush away”) and some little decorative plants. It still was way less eye-catching than the rest of the house (no piece of furniture had surpassed the vintage-porn couch yet), but still, he doubted he would ever meet a more extravagant, wild and exigent woman when it comes to home decorations and her own appearance, but that still had a no nonsense attitude and was as foul-mouthed as a truck driver. 

This stark contrast, to this day, made his head spin so much that he simply went with the flow while trying not to laugh to himself as he undressed.

As she had said, the bathtub was already filled with hot water, which was good for the cold night; it was a little shallow because otherwise, given its size, the water would overflow. He was a big man, afterall.

A thought comes into his head, “She thinks about everything, doesn't she?”

The sudden thought ended up eliciting a mischievous half-smile from him. Yes, that woman thought of everything, including the best ways to take advantage of a poor motherfucker who until recently was a lost cause in terms of interactions with the opposite sex. But he would never complain about that, because he was learning a lot from her. Not only to be a better lover, but to be a better friend and person as well.

He enters the bathtub after having undressed completely, closing his eyes and letting out a low sound of pleasure as the hot water enveloped him, up to his chest. He rested his arms on the edges of the bathtub, throwing his head back a little "Damn, this is one of the best things you could do at the end of a long day... you can almost nap in here..."

"I do it often," Akane appears at the door, coming closer to him "Even more so after I had a really busy day," she sits on the closed toilet seat, on the edge of the bathtub, enjoying the view "Feel free to relax."

"I already am…," He jokes, smiling at her "But what about you? A bathroom isn't the best place in a house to keep your clothes on, you know…?"

"I know... I'm just enjoying the view for now...," 

"Oh, feel free to enjoy it, but you can also enjoy it while your sausage is warm from the water," He laughs, while she gets up and opens a side cabinet, where there were some hygiene products "So... are we going to have a party at Butch's house?"

"Yes, we will! A Christmas party with everything we could ask for, a courtesy from Aunty! But we still need to bring booze."

"Aunty? You're hopeless, man, if she hears you...," She laughs softly, taking a weird little ball from the cabinet "Anyway... I'll go for a casual look, since the girls will be there, and Kanami's house usually has a more cozy atmosphere."

She takes off the loose shirt she was wearing, and... oh, what a surprise, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She takes off her glasses too, throwing her curls around to loosen them. She sighs, approaching the bathtub and throwing the ball she had in her hand inside of it. The ball hits the water and immediately starts to sizzle, releasing good-smelling bubbles.

"Yeah, it's some sissy shit but I love it. Shut up," she says as she was getting into the tub, and the water overflows when she sits on his lap.

"Hnn…," He shivers slightly, the middle of his legs being duly graced by her ass, which for him was very welcome "I deal well with other people's sissy shits if I'm well rewarded for it, you know," And he hugs her to his chest, bringing her closer, one hand already going to lazily play with one of her tits.

"The view is enough for you, don't lie," she uses a little bowl to catch some water and pours it on his head, wetting his hair "Did you come to spend the night here? "

He closes his eyes so the water doesn't get into them, blowing some, the droplets spreading around "Yeah, the view is pretty awesome... and I'd like too, if that's okay. It's freezing cold outside... returning home in the early hours of the morning would be torture... it could start snowing today."

"The forecast said it was likely," he feels, still with his eyes closed, her nails massaging his scalp, applying some kind of shampoo with a subtle scent there "In that case, you’re more than welcome. I think I have something in my room that might help you. If I remember correctly I have a pair of sweatpants, so you don't tease me early in the morning," and she laughs softly.

He laughs along with her... and then wonders how a single woman, who lived alone and was so thin could have sweatpants that fit him. Was it someone else's? The thought wasn't the most pleasant, but damn, it was either that or his dick would shrink two inches from the cold, and that was the last thing he needed that night.

"Fine by me. And I hope it's not yours, because if it is I'll finally find out how guys who have a fetish for wearing panties feel, hahaha!"

"Hahaha, no, dumbass, I bought it for you," she presses her nails into his scalp, laughing "I knew that one time or another you'd end up spending the night here, so I took precautions," She throws some water in head head, rinsing his hair.

He chokes on the water, such is his amazement. He wipes his eyes quickly, blinking awkwardly at her.

"What… did you buy me sweatpants? Really?!"

"And why not? Or do you prefer to sleep in jeans?," She raises an eyebrow "I don't think so," She continues to wash his hair, her expression unchanged, but still seeming a little embarrassed by his surprise; her already small mouth had turned into a pout due to her full lips.

 "No, that's not it! It's just...," He doesn't know what else to say, even more disconcerted when he sees her embarrassment. He tries to get back on track by hugging her again, his hands around her hips, her breasts pressed against his chest. And for the first time in two months, the proximity didn't turn him on. It only increased that strange heat in his chest "It's just that no one had done something like that for me before. Damn, woman... you're making me feel like a fag here, making me all emotional like that, hahaha..."

"Then shut up and just accept it," she laughs a little "And that's not fag shit, you're just happy, and even though it's for a silly reason. It's just like you," she shakes her head "An extroverted through and through," and she continues playing with his hair "And you're my friend, so... it's just consideration, no big deal. "

He laughs through his nose, thanking the heavens from the bottom of his heart for the water she poured over his head, since he could use it to disguise any sign of emotion. Because for a tiny second, he felt his eyes burn. And crying in front of her would mean exposing a fragile side of him that he flatly refused to expose, even more so to that woman, who he wanted to continue seeing him as a friend, protector and a respectable sexual partner, and not as a crybaby who needed to be comforted all the time. He tries to interrupt that flow of disconcerting thoughts by closing his eyes, enjoying the caresses on his scalp while hiding his face on her chest, between her breasts.

"Fuck, you're such a… no, seriously, thank you. Now I’m going to think of something nice to give you in return…"

"Nah, you don't have too," she rinses his hair again, putting the bowl aside and grabbing a soap bar "I did it for myself too. Now seriously, let me finish washing your hair. It's a mess and I can't stand seeing it like that."

"I didn't have time to take care of it these days, my bad. And it wouldn't cost me anything to give you something too, come on. I usually only bring you food when I visit, not counting my sausage," He jokes in an attempt to push those strange emotions deep down in his gut again "What would you like to get? An appointment at a nail salon? Some extensions for your hair? A pair of stilettos that can be used as weapons if necessary?"

She laughs at the last one, shaking her head.

"I don't need any of that," she looks at him, and her expression is strange "Okay, you'll accompany me on a thrift store hunt. Don't make that face, you'll have fun, I guarantee it."

"... Alright then," He nods, sighing "I want to return the favor, afterall. Let’s go hunting for cheesy things to buy at a bargain price. Maybe some heart pillows to match your monster in the living room, so I have somewhere to rest my head while you ride me," And he slowly squeezed her buttocks while he lightly nibbled between her breasts. She laughs at the answer.

"You really liked my couch, huh," she jokes, shivering with his touches "Wait until you try my bed…"

He looks up at her "Good idea. Now that I'm thinking about it, I've never been in your room before," He says, surprised. Akane had never invited him into her room, and he had never suggested for them to go have sex there, both because he respected her need for privacy and because he really liked that fuzzy monstrosity in the living room. And now he wondered why she had that preference "You never invited me and I never asked..."

"Oh, it's because it's messy," She blushes a little "It's where I keep my stuff... and I have a lot of stuff," she concentrates on scrubbing his skin so she doesn't have to look at his eyes "And it's also where my sewing supplies are, so expect to see patchwork everywhere."

"Oh... believe me, I have no room to judge. My place is messy too," He shrugs calmly "Mess has never bothered me. And honestly, all things considered, I might like it as much as I like the rest of your place. All this cozy cheesiness and such," And he relax underneath her hands, enjoying the feel of the soap sliding across his skin, the hot water undoing all the tension in his muscles accumulated throughout the day.

She smiles. "I'm glad you don't mind. And it's also not fair for me to make you sleep on the couch when there's so much space on my bed... and it's a cold night too, so your presence is more than welcome," she runs her hands over his face and then stops "Oh, I didn't notice... you didn't shave before coming?"

"I'll gladly accept the offer, ma’am. And I ended up leaving it like that, I jumped outta bed in a hurry and didn't had time to shave," He pouts at the way she pressed his cheeks, smiling like the cute idiot he was "Do you like it? If so, I can leave it like this more often."

"Look, I don't mind shaving, I like it both ways, but this looks great on you too," she smiles, and then lets him go, becoming more serious "Okay, you're all clean. Now get out and let me wash myself up too. You take too much space," she bites his neck "Use that big whit towel on the basket. Now scram."

He shivers at the bite, laughing afterwards.

"Hey, I let you wash me, didn't I? It's only fair that I return the favor," He raises an eyebrow, smiling as he picks up the soap and the sponge "You know how good I am with my fingers. Don't you want to try 'em out in other areas?"

She smiles "You'll end up just groping me and making me horny. We won't be able to leave the bathtub even after the water gets cold...," she squinted at him "If you want to do it so badly then be chaste about it, you pervert."

"Are you doubting my ability to behave and do things like that without ulterior motives? ... Yeah, you wouldn't be the first or the last," He snorts, pouting when she laughs "Seriously, I want to try! I'm feeling quite generous today, so you should take the opportunity. And besides, I prefer to do our funny business on your bed, because this water will soon cool down."

"Stop messing around," she turns her back, sitting on his lap and moving her hair away "And don't make me wait," she looks at him mischievously.

"So fucking bossy...," He grumbles, but promptly obeys, rubbing the soap on the sponge and then sliding it across her skin, slowly, cleaning and adding some light pressure from his fingers on her muscles. He takes the opportunity to kiss her on the back of the head in the meantime, as innocently as he can, while bringing her closer so he can wash her chest too.

She smiles and lets him do it. She seriously thought about provoking him with moans, but when she felt his effort, she held back. But that didn't mean she couldn't relax with the massage he was giving her, even if involuntarily. He had said he had strong hands and she knew he did. But there was something about it, even though he knew how to control that strength well, he still had a somewhat rough touch, one that she liked, because, all things considered, he was extremely gentle with her.

Some intrusive thoughts came to ruin the mood, stupid memories of painful touches long ago, coming from people she thought she could trust, which made her tense.

She feels his fingers pause momentarily, seeming to hesitate. And then she hears him ask, "Hey... am I making you uncomfortable? I'll stop if you want to, okay?"

"No… it's not you. Just some annoying stuff that came to my mind. Don't worry. It's just old ladies gossiping and things like that," she diverges the subject.

"Hnn... okay," He says simply, realizing that she didn’t want to extend the subject. He felt a certain relief in parts, because he was terrible with traumatic or sentimental issues. But on the other hand, he also felt a certain guilt. He remembered all the things his friends had already told him, about how inconvenient and clueless he could be about things like personal space, especially when it came to women. After a few good blows to his ego, he had become much more aware of those flaws. And he felt distressed at the thought that he might be inflicting them on her.

He tries not to think about it too much, finishing with her chest, managing not to play with her breasts too much, and then imitates what she did with her hair, putting shampoo in his hand and rubbing it slowly, taking the opportunity to appreciate the various colors that appeared beneath those golden locks. He smiled with himself.

"That seems like a lot of work. Do you do things like that in the salon?"

"Not often, and not in colors like these. I use more of the normal ones, black and shades of brown... sometimes a redhead when someone gets divorced, ahahahaha," She says, being happy to have a new subject to focus on "I do more haircuts and hairstyles that use hairspray, and to not lose practice, I test it on myself. There are times when I wanna die of boredom, but old ladies at the salon are pretty good friends. There are times when they treat me like I'm still sixteen, but oh well, what can I do...," She leans back against his chest "It's not like I've changed much since then," She smiles, relaxing.

Okay, she seemed relaxed enough, so he wasn't the problem. He sighs in relief.

"I can relate to that, hahaha," He bends down a little to touch the curve of her neck with his nose, still massaging her scalp "And most of the clientele must be old ladies, right? It must be boring as hell. I'd schedule an appointment with you there if it wasn’t for the anti-male brigade that threatened to fry my eggs, hahaha.”

She laughs again, "Exactly... but they're right. That salon is a woman-only temple, and there are things that men cannot hear under any circumstances. And… you can still book an appointment with me, right here at home. I’ll give you a discount. I love doing freelance jobs," She turns her head, looking at him "Because they're always the most fun".

"I'm in! I'll just wait for the end of year bonuses to come in, I kind of emptied my wallet...," He makes a face while picking up water with his hands "Close your eyes...," He instructs before pouring water over her head "Thank fuck the guys came up with this hotpot, because otherwise I would spend Christmas eating noodles in my apartment or in a bar, drinking my ass off, hahaha..."

"Hey, what about me? You have me too, dummy," She whimpers "I would probably be watching movies or getting drunk at home or making things to wear or give as gifts next year," she helps him rinse her head, and then she gets out of the bathtub "Shall we?"

"Uh... would you stay with me for Christmas, if we didn’t have another party to attend?," He blinks, and then he smiles, getting up from the bathtub to go with her "I would be in! It's just that I thought you would have arranged something else if I hadn't invited you, like a night-out with your friends, or a party with your family..."

"I don't have any family," she dries herself, handing him a towel meanwhile "Well, not anymore. I don't want to spend the holidays with the salon ladies either. My Gyaru friends, or ex-Gyarus, already had their own plans too. I remember one invited our group to an Izakaya but everyone else declined, so if it was just me and her there it would feel like a date, according to her. I told her to stop being dumb and she told me to fuck off. We ended up not going out, afterall," she shrugs.

"Well, I made that invitation at the right time then, haha ," He laughs a little, trying to hide a sudden outburst of sympathy by hiding his face in the towel as he dries himself. So she didn't have a family? He understood the situation perfectly. Biological family had always been a sensitive topic for him, so he understood her need to not talk about it more tha necessary. He didn't need any fucking biological family anyway. He had a stepfamily with all the friends he had made in recent years. And maybe she had something like that too "And ex-Gyarus, huh? Traitors to the lifestyle? 

"More or less. They just changed their views, it's normal. Some of them still keep some remnants of it, but it's like something from a punk phase or a rebellious phase, you know. At some point there are people who find those studded coats a pain to wear, and there are girls who, when they leave their teens, realize that that lifestyle doesn't suit them. I… well, not only does it suit me, but I embrace it…" 

"Hunf," He sniffs with a certain haughtiness, one hand on his hip while the index finger of the other scratches his nose "So it's just you and me, the pillars of fidelity to a lifestyle, while the rest conforms over time. I won't stop bleaching my hair, and you won't stop being a Gyaru, and that's what makes us badass, hehe," And he playfully pats her on the hip, making her smile. 

"Yes, in my case I was never anything else. I've always had this tanned skin, y'know. My friends were jealous because I didn't need artificial tanning to achieve this tone," she covered herself with the towel until she remembered who was next to her "C'mon, I'll show you my room. Your pants are there anyway."

And she leaves the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, putting her glasses back on her face.

He follows her quickly, drying his hair and shoulders too, not bothering to tie the towel around his waist, either "I'm right behind you. And you can tan so easily... the beach would be another nice place for us to go, just so I can see it with my own eyes," He smiles, enjoying the sway of her hips without any shame.

"I'd love to. It's been a while since I've been to the beach, I'd been a little... eh... uninterested. But I intend to in the near future, I love summer," they quickly arrive at the bedroom door "And... eh... sorry about the mess in advance."

She opens the sliding door, and Rihito smells the pile of clothes (clean but put away) before he even enters. Yes, as he suspected, the bedroom was the largest room in the house, but it seemed small with the amount of things piled up there, and none of them, interestingly, were decorative. There were at least three closets, one with a huge mirror on the door, the other two made of wood, and they all had clothes inside, organized on hangers. On the other side, there was a shelf full of drawers with labels, saying “silk”, “chiffon”, “polyester”, “beads” and others. In another corner, barely visible, there was a very vintage, old-fashioned sewing machine, black and with a foot crank. The environment looked like the dressing room of a famous artist or the home of a costume designer who shared the apartment with the tacky owner who owned the couch. In the center, beyond the window on the wall, he wasn't surprised to found a double bed with a heavy, plush duvet, with a Frankenstein-like amalgam of hundreds of different, furry animal fur prints. Saying it was tacky would be an understatement, but he already knew it was all her: so tacky that it was actually beautiful.

"Yeah... this is my... eh... my bedroom-studio," She looks at him, blushing "I told you I sew most of my clothes".

He smiles a lot as he enjoys the immensely colorful and extravagant mess "Wow, would you look at that. The pink monster in the living room swallowed the 70s and threw everything up right here, eh," He laughs at her "I loved it, like the rest of the house, hahaha! And yes, you said you sew your own clothes. Did you find that sewing machine at a thrift store too? I think one of these costs a fortune on the internet."

"No. It's a family heirloom," She smiles a little tenderly "It was from my mother's side. But it was the only thing besides me that she left, and this beauty still works today, so it's still with me," She nods "It must already have a soul within itself, with how old it must be."

"Ooh…," He nods, trying to hide his embarrassment, wondering if he should say something. Damn, he was starting to get frustrated with his own insensitivity. Well, the others had always told him... "Maybe it has, who knows? If you took such good care of it all these years... it must've become the protector of the apartment or something. She and that pink monster, beating the shit outta intruders to keep them from disturbing the Force, haha."

"Ahahaha… very likely. If you were surprised by my pink monster, then it must definitely have a sense for disturbances in the Force. It's aura is very unique, as Butch said," she covers the machine and the table with a heavy cloth. She was probably working on something before he arrived "And again, you reacted much better than I expected...," she opens an embarrassed smile, blushing a little, as she sits on the bed.

"I didn’t react badly to your vintage porn couch, why would I react badly to your room?," He shrugs, unconcerned "I already told you, I like the atmosphere in your apartment. All the cheesiness is fun. And I find it cozy. It's not like those houses of stuck-up rich people that look more like a dentist's office, where everything is white, cold and there's not even a fucking plant in a corner. It's a house that really looks like a house, where there are people actually living, not just existing. Do you understand me? Or am I talking nonsense? I don't know, I just know that I like it and that's it."

She smiles "Yeah, I understand, and I think the same. I like colors," she lies down on the bed "And interesting things to look at. And you can get a sense of the personality of the person living there. I think you look at a jaguar print on a dress in a store and think 'Akane', right? Or cheesy and furry things in general."

He... he had been a little amazed to find that she was right. How many times in the last two months had he passed by a thrift store on his way to the fridge or the gym, seen things like leopard print rugs or pink plush dice and immediately thought that Akane would to have one of those? Four? Five? It was kind of impressive that he was able to remeber her tastes that well and had learned to make associations automatically, without anything needing to remind him of that. Was this what happened when you became intimate with someone? Did things that reminded you of that person start to appear frequently? Or have they always been there and you simply become more interested in them?

He didn't know, and that complex monologue was already overheating the simple machine that was his brain, leaving him frustrated. He dispels those conjectures by doing what he does best: smiling and being a hopeless pervert.

"Sometimes. And what reminds you of me every day? The sausage you buy at the butcher's?"

She laughs loudly and turns her back to him on the bed, still laughing, even letting out a light snore before composing herself "No... not exactly...," she doesn't turn around, letting him look at her back "But now that you mentioned it, I'll put it on the list."

Her back, exposed like that, naked and sporting those almost imperceptible bikini lines, was too tempting for him to resist. He approaches, climbing onto the bed, supporting himself on his elbows and knees above her, and she feels his lips touching the base of her neck, descending with a slowness that makes her shiver.

"I want to hear about the other items on that list later…"

Akane shivers at his touch, smiling a little, turning her head so he has better access to her neck "Oh... I have some... like... I was watching a movie where one of the guys was splitting wood and he picked up the wood and ripped it in two with his fingers. For some reason it reminded me of you and that coin. I see… hnmm… a fit guy leaving the gym, then I… you're going to think it's crazy, but I keep thinking that you could easily beat his ass. And also... cats. Big cats...," she turns around, pulling him into a hug, while sighing "And for some reason a very big and fluffy golden retriever from a neighbor reminded me of you, but I apologize for that, because I laughed," she laughs softly.

He had to hold back for a while not to grab her right there, exultant with the comparisons as he returned the hug "Splitting logs in half, huh? Yes, I can do that, I'll even show you later if you want... and I certainly have the capacity to beat some gym rat's ass, but it won't happen because I don't want to be arrested, hahaha! And I'm a leopard, lady, just like you... but a golden retriever?," He blinks. And then he smiles scathingly "I'm a leopard, but I can also be a dog. Raawn!," And he nibbles her neck, then licks it.

She gasps, laughing, and hugs him more "Ahaha, hnmmm... I know, but part of it is because you're both blonde and cute," she then blinks, a little surprised by what she said, making a pout.

He looks up at her, equally surprised. Boy... had she called him there to have sex or to make him all disarmed and dumbfounded every five minutes? He manages to recover relatively quickly, however, smiling mischievously "Oooh, I think I understand... today you want me to be cute, then? I can do that. I'm going to be adorable," And he kisses her, his tongue asking for passage, his cock slowly brushing between her legs.

"Ooh," she lets him kiss her, and thanks the heavens that he is stupid, or at least ignores these things. She didn't really want to think about it. She hugged him with her legs, passing her thighs along his sides "Yes... but not too adorable, I'm not made of porcelain," she jokes, and her nails passed over his torso, tickling him in a good way "I'm not much in the mood for foreplay, anyway," she looks at him, biting her lip; her eyes were light brown, but like when she was using blue contacts, they were very intense.

He shivers with the feeling of her nails running across his skin, with the heat between her legs, and especially with the words spoken. He was already getting hard as a rock "Hnnn... not even a little tongue? We're being very straightfoward today...," He jokes, his hands massaging her breasts, his thumbs playing with the nipples until they become hard.

"Oonh… I like it, but when I'm a bed with you like this I get wild," she runs her nails through his hair, letting him play with her, panting softly "Hnmm…. so much so that...," she pushes him away a little and turns onto her stomach "I want you like this...," she pushes her buttocks against the middle of his legs, her torso on the mattress, looking at him "Choose your entrance...," she says in a malicious moan "As long as you come in slowly."

He kneels on the mattress, and she sees, over her shoulder, the exact moment his brain turned off and everything else turned on, his green eyes becoming a little unfocused, delight written in every line of his expression.

"Damn, that's the best invitation I’ve been given today…," He leans over to kiss the tattoos on her thigh, moving down to her buttocks afterwards "I accept it… but doing it dry like that won’t be good for you, right? Don't lie to me, you want some of this...," And she feels when his fingers slide from bottom to top along the line of her sex, massaging it, searching for her clit and gracing it as soon as they find it. 

And he is surprised when his finger practically sinks into her heat when he presses a little, before reaching the clit. She gasps more when he moves, shivering all over.

"Ahnn.. I told you… ooh…," she looks at him "But don’t stop, please…"

He would be a complete idiot if he didn't comply with that request. He goes back to kissing and licking her buttocks, positioning his arm more comfortably and then moving his fingers back and forth, moving his phalanges to massage her insides, especially that little elevation he felt when he went up to where her clit was. And all the while he was admiring how wet she was, running on his fingers, his mouth watering at the sight.

"Damn, you got like that without me barely touching you... all this just by imagining me fucking you? Hnn?," He asks in a hoarse growl "Naughty girl... "

"You already know who I am…," she says between moans, looking at him "And I know you were already getting a hard-on just with me invited you in, you big dog. Just me calling you-aaah!," She trembles all over, arching her back, when he touches a sensitive spot beyond her clit.

"Dog... you know what happens when you provoke a dog, right?," He takes a bite there, on the juicy flesh of her buttocks, sucking a little to leave a reddish mark and smiling mischievously at her reaction to the capricious work of his fingers "You get eaten... both ways. Only one thing at a time...," And he presses his face against her ass, giving a nice lick from bottom to top, from her sex to that tight hole between the buttocks, and her stays there, his tongue caressing it while his fingers work vigorously. 

"Aaaah...," She trembles all over "Oh, fuck yeah... Rihito, this is torture," she doesn't make any move to stop him, however "I love that tongue, and those fingers, ooh... they make me melt, aahn...," she was so wet that her juices ran down his fingers.

Her praise made him even more hallucinated, hard as a rock, and even more desperate to devour her and extract more of those sounds. He makes her lift her buttocks so he can move his arm more freely, loving the sight of his fingers moving in and out of her, the pink flesh hugging them in a way that makes him ache for his dick's turn. He licks her butthole in the meantime, kissing it afterwards, saying in a low growl, "Ask for it. And don't play coy with me. I want to hear it, Akane..." 

"Ahnn… eat me, c'mon… fuck my pussy and fill my ass up...," She asks, and in such a sultry way… she even wiggles her buttocks in his face "I know you want it too…," she leaves her glasses on the bedside table and when she comes back, she hands him a package. He knew exactly what it was.

"Fucking hell, woman...!," He takes his soaked fingers out of her, almost panting with excitement, bending down to give that juicy flesh a long lick before picking up the condom, wraping himself up as quickly as he can before positioning himself, his huge hands firm on her hips "Yeah, lift that ass for me... hnnnn...!," And he shivers as he enters her all at once, being immediately pressed into that delicious, warm grip that made him a little dizzy "Fuck, there's- there's nothing better to do in this cold...!"

"Aahnn!," She moans loudly "That's it, c'mon, fuck me! hmmm!!," she lifts her torso a little, to arch her back more "Say you love this, say you'll always want to fuck me!"

She was a vocal girl, she knew that, but she always had this fear of being foul-mouthed with her partners, so much so that she had heard complaints or even hands over her mouth several times... but with Rihito... no, with Ichiro, she knew that he loved every note and every sound she made, and he even asked for more. This euphoria was everything to her.

And holy fuck, how much he loved it. He holds her even tighter, grunting like the dog she accused him of being as he thrusts into her, slamming his hips into hers with loud, wet sounds, rotating his hips to make sure he hits her in all the right spots "Damn, I want...! I want to fuck you every day, all the time, I can't stop thinking... hnnnn...! Thinking about those beautiful tits, that ass, that pussy...! And your face..."

She raises her torso even more, placing her back against his chest "I want it too, I'll never get tired of such a hot motherfucker, aaaahn!," She grabs his neck, bringing his head to touch her shoulder "Oohhh yes, I love it... more... hold me tight, don't let me get away... Ichirooo...!"

And the sound of his real name was like a magic word. He grabs her willingly while biting her on the shoulder, growling, keeping her in place like a male cat biting a female's neck, the pounding of his hips against hers becoming even more merciless.

"Gruunf...! I'm not going to... you're gonna stay here with me, you're gonna let me fuck you and make you come all night, you're not gonna leave my side...!," And one of his hands moves between your legs, his fingers firmly on her clit, his strong, hoarse breathing in her ear, an extremely welcome sound as an accompaniment to those wet pops.

"Aaanh! Yessss...!," she moans loudly, and when she is touched she practically whines, facing him, her breasts bouncing with his thrusts "K-Keep going, Ichiro, I love when you fuck me like that, uughnn... I love it...!," The view of her mouth open, her sexy face, with her eyes closed facing a window showing the dark night sky, the snow falling outside... it was something that would remain engraved in his memory.

He stares at the window with snow piling up on the eaves, the dark sky seeming to be dotted with white spots that fell in a slow dance, the ecstasy of the climax arriving seeming to make the scene more surreal, intimate, cozy... and then he lets out a deep sound of pleasure, the back and forth getting rougher, as well as his fingers "Fuck, Akane...! I'm almost there, come with me, squeeze me tighter...!"

"Aaannn, me too, Ichiro… don’t stop-aaahh! Ahhhnn!," She squeezes him hard, with her arms and with her insides, while shaking hard, bouncing on top of his dick while riding her climax "Ohhh... Ichiroooo... I love... oohhh..."

"A-Akane...! hhnNNG...!," He locks his hips, holding her tight against him, and damn, cumming hard while he was inside that wonderful woman while snow was falling outside in the silent night was an almost magical experience, fuck how cheesy that is sounded! He then goes limp, resting his forehead on her shoulder, breathing heavily. She feels his lips sliding there, on her skin, in a small kiss. "Holy shit... I love it too... shit, I've really missed you..."

He ends up sitting on top of his own legs while she sat on top of him, still panting her, leaning against him.

"Oh... me too," she turns her head and kisses him. "Hmmmm," she lets him go slowly, looking into his eyes. In that light, her eyes were even more bright, and she looked at him with a face full of want that gave him goosebumps.

He looks back at her, his eyelids heavy, his face sweaty and his breathing still labored. Her eyes looked like a cat's in the dim light, bright and penetrating... yes, there was no better nom de guerre than 'Panther' for her. He smirks, a shiver running down his spine. "Good to know... because I didn't forget that request of yours... about filling your ass up. Just let me recover first...," He gets rid of the condom (good thing there was a little trash bin next to the bed. She'd certainly thought of everything, huh), and then makes her turn over onto her back, slowly laying on top of her. A hand goes up to her face, giving her another kiss, and then he rests his head between her breasts, an idiotic smile of satisfaction taking over his face. "You're so fucking hot that I can barely stand it, haha…"

"Hnmm... with someone as hot fucking me, is hard not to be," She hugs his neck, keeping his face between her breasts, caressing his head. "Hmm... I love this feeling... the aftergloow ... hmm," She hugs him more "It makes me melt..."

"Me too... I don't even want to get out of bed to eat...," He murmurs, almost moaning with her caressing his hair. "Even more so in weather like this, hnnn... damn, this bed is almost as good as the pink monster in the living room, yes sir..."

"Haha, I told you… good thing there's enough space for both of us and very warm blankets…," She pulls out a pillow and adjusts herself on it… then she lifs her eyes and sees it. "Oh, just as the forecast predicted. It's snowing outside… it's a very nice sight when you're inside a cozy room, right?"

"Hell yeah!," He turns over in bed too, looking at the window. "I kinda saw it two minutes ago, but I ended up forgetting. You are a sucker of memories, as well as souls, hehehe!," And he puts a hand on her back, watching the snow fall with a happy smile "The first snowfall of the year…"

"Hnmm… yeah…," she says nothing more than that, caressing his head with her nails, as if combing his hair, a smile on her lips.

He reciprocates by caressing her back more, his fingers very gentle, almost affectionate, seeming perfectly happy to just stay there, enjoying the moment with her. He covers them both with the blanket (colorful, fuzzy and patterned, because if it weren't, it wouldn't be Akane, after all), murmuring against their skin, "Thank you for inviting me to come here. On a night like this, it's better to sleep with someone than alone."

"I agree... and I wouldn't leave you in the cold like that, honey," She kisses him on the top of his head. "Thank you too."

In the silence of the room, with his body still not very tired, his thoughts did some pirouettes until they reached what his friend had said. The First Snow… He chuckles. 

"Hey, lemme tell you something funny. I exchanged a few texts with Okubo before arriving here. Guess what he was gonna do with Tomori," And he indicates the window, which had already accumulated a certain amount of snowflakes on the sill, with a gesture of his head.

"Let me see… Tomori and I are birds of a feather, but she loves cheesy shit… so some really good sex, with hot cocoa and fluffy blankets on the side?"

"The Egghead loves that shit too, even though he doesn't admit it, that's why they're perfect for each other," He laughs more "And that's exactly it, but that would be the consequence of their original plans. They went to see the First Snow," He rolls his eyes with a smile that she saw was more affectionate than mocking "Some kind of winter magic and whatnot…"

"Really? What kind of magic?," She blinks "Never heard of it...," She blinks,  and then she seems to remember. "Oooh, it's a Korean superstition about the first snowfall of the winter," She smiles at him. "It's just that they believe that if a couple confess to eachother as soon as the First Snow falls, the love between them become pure as snow, so it will last forever...," She laughs softly "Tomori kept telling me that, and she and I watched some Korean soap operas that had that trope in them. Kinda cute, but… that's… eh…," She sighs, looking disbelieved.

"Oh, so it's Korean? I didn’t know that. But yeah, that's exactly it! The gayest shit to end all the other gay shit," He has a small coughing fit while laughing. "My bro was never into that stuff, but he found a girlfriend and immediately let the hopeless romantic that always existed inside him come out," He pouts , making kissing sounds, and then he looks out the window at the snowy night. "Eh, he's as happy as a clam, and that's what matters..."

He turns to her. Then he notices her thoughtful expression. The smile fades from his face.

"Uh… I'm just joking, okay? I don't think less of those who believe in that stuff, I just think it's funny..."

"It's okay. It's not like you can actually kiss someone under a snowfall and shazam! True love...," She snorts, shrugging a bit. "But I'm happy for my friend. Good for them..."

"... Yeah," He looks at the covers, before looking up once again, admiring the dark winter night outside. "I don't have any experience in the department, so I can't say much. But I know that, with those two specifically, it wasn't a Disney movie or all the shit we see in soap operas. I saw everything unfold from the beginning. I know they built something nice and solid together. So this First Snow shit seems a bit unnecessary in their case. But yeah... I'm happy too." 

"Huhum…," she strokes his head once again. "Tomori told me some things while it was all happening, but I couldn't do much for her, unfortunately. I was in a tight situation myself, but when I managed to settle everything, I went to talk to her, and she told me that they had sorted things out. I was happy for her, she'd been waiting for her special someone for years, and she was lucky enough to bump into her idol at Butch's bakery. But seriously, was that pure coincidence? You guys saw the bakery, got in to have a quick snack and boom! Instant meet cute?"

"Actually, we found out about the bakery through Tokita and his employer, Mr. Yamashita," He tells her, smiling again. "Some crazy things happened that made Miss Kanami need help, and our friend group ended up offering themselves. Because of this, Okubo, Himuro and I decided to go visit the place. We were curious to meet the buff baker," He laughs softly. "And what a surprise we had when the cute  subchef had a burst of happiness when she saw Okubo and ran over to ask for his autograph. You should've seen his face, the happiest dumbass in the whole world, hahaha…"

"Ooh… so it was thanks to the buff couple? How interesting...," She smiles too. "And cute... she got the romance she wanted so much. Now my chest feels all warm, "She looks at him. "And your face looks pretty warm too," She laughs.

He laughs too, all happy, pushing his face between her breasts even more.

"Girl, it'll be warm for the whole night if you let me stay here. But anyway! The Seaweed Head was the pure definition of a clueless virgin, and then, out of nowhere, he and Aunty fell in love. Three months later it was Okubo Tomori's turn. Mr. Yamashita says that Tokita finding someone was the event needed for  some cosmic lock to open, and them things snowballed from there. What do they call this stuff again...," He frowns a little, making a face of hilarious concentration before continuing. "Oh yeah! Butterfly Effect."

"Interesting. And a clueless virgin? Really? A handsome guy like that? He must've been traumatized to his core. Maybe someone fucked him and he ended up not liking it," She wonders. "I've seen people like that."

He shudders, making a slightly scared face.

"Don't joke about these things, Phanter. And anyway, he's not even that handsome! He just has that sulky face that a lot of girls like, I don't know why...," He makes a jealous pout. "But anyway, I don't really know what happened to him, but I know he had a fucked up childhood. And meeting Mr. Yamashita, us and, later, Miss Kanami, gave him the chance to live like a normal person. That's it. He's even making double entendres in our group chat nowadays, the clown..."

"That's good to know," she nods, and the she looks at him, raising an eyebrow "And I wouldn't call it a 'sulky face'... it's pure presence, the aura of someone who doesn't playt around. You know, that person who enters a saloon in cowboy movies, and everyone inside stops whatever they're to look at his face. They're all tense, already thinking that he's going to shoot everyone if someone messes with him... that's what I'm saying. This type of person has this kind of presence for two reasons," She raises two fingers, pointing at eachone. "Either someone fucked him up and he's trying to get revenge, or he ruined a lot of people's lives and enjoyed doing so. In general, women like this kind of guy because it's the aura of someone who doesn't need to prove anything to anyone and has a lot of self-confidence. A lot of girls are deceived by that and fall into his web." 

Her tone, he noticed, was not that of someone who admired this kind of man. She sounded like someone who had seen a lot, to the point of being able to analyze these things from afar and not fall for the trick.

"... Alright, fair enough. Can we stop talking about the Seaweed Head now, please?," He asks, almost whimpering, hugging her tighter. Damn, it was quite a sight, a man that size acting all jealous. It seemed that he didn't get even more mad only because he realized that she was speaking as an analyst and not as an admirer.

"You can have all this confidence too, you know?," She smiles at him, when she notices the pout he made.

He looks up at her. And then he smiles happily.

"I already have it. All thanks to you."

Her eyes widen as she blushes. She was going to tease him about also being fucked too boost his confidence, but he caught her completely off guard. Shit, why did he had to attack her with a cuteness combo? The entire sentence she was formulating went down the drain in her conscience and her chest began to complain about the blow, so she looked away so as not to stare at that human golden retriever with leopard claws.

"T-That's good to know... I was good for something," She opens an embarrassed smile, still mortified. "I'm happy to have helped you, yeah..".

"Don't talk as if your help wasn't a big deal, or I'll be forced to fuck you even harder just to reinforce the message," He stretches a little to reach her lips in a quick kiss. And then he lifts himself up a little, sitting up and taking the covers with him. He calls her as he pats his own lap, smiling more, "Now, since we've succumbed to all that cheesy shit, how about we just go with the flow? I can wear the sweatpants you bought me and then we can stay here, watching the snow fall until we feel hungry," He looks out the window, his eyelids getting heavy, his expression serene. "I have to admit, it's really pretty…"

She looks at him again, her eyes glistening. It was the third time he's seen her with that slightly surprised, even helpless look, as if he had break down a wall that was surrounding her. But it always lasted half a second, with her smiling a little mischievously and shrugging. "Heh. Alright then. If you're going through Hell, walk as if you own the place...," She hugs him, resting her head on his arm "... which I do, since I'm a she-devil."

He laughs loudly, hugging her eagerly and throwing the fluffy covers over the two of them. "Well said. And you can sit on my lap whenever you want while we're doing so, hahaha!"

"Careful what you wish for, big guy," She jokes more, tickling his ribs a little. "Because I’ll do it."

"As if I were going to stop you in any way...," He smiles in the same way after laughing with the tickles, reciprocating with a firm grip on her tattooed thigh. They ended up getting into a playful fight, while she furiously tried to tickle him and he calmly parried her blows, barely using any strength. As expected, Rihito ended up winning, pinning Akane by her arms to the bed. Their movements caused something to fall from the bedside table with a thud, and when they realized with alarm that it had only been a plastic lamp, neither of them could hold it, laughing loudly. 

Deciding the game was over, but still laughing, they arranged the pillows so that they made a soft backrest where they could relax, slouching on them under the covers.

And then they stayed there, hugging each other, watching the first snow of the year fall.

Next chapter Here

[ninjagirlstar5]

Dude did you know/read -2+2 before i started interacting with your posts here or did you heard of it from seing me ramble about it? Also PLEASE get your work done first! This chapter is enormous and i wouldn't want it to ruin someone's schedule.

Also I'd love to hear your thoughts on it, not necessarily just the trial it could be of the story in general, if you feel like rambling that is ^^'

Don't worry, I spent my entire morning finishing my textbook chapter and completing a video question that I could finish in like, five minutes tops. I even shut off Discord to focus. It took four hours of my day to complete cause that's college for ya, haha. :']

Yeah, I read -2+2 before we ever interacted on Tumblr! Ngl, I didn't realize the author was you until I scrolled through your Kizuna tag on your blog and went, "hey, wait a minute, I read this fic-!" As for my thoughts on it so far, I loooove it! I love how Kizuna is forced to face the consequences of her actions while Ayame is grappling with the fact that she was this close to choosing to kill someone to save another and that her motivations weren't as pure and good that everyone makes it out to be for saving Kizuna. I love seeing how different the group dynamics have become thanks to how everyone is split up: the majority of the students sticking together, Yuki being forced out of that group due to his secret note but ultimately forming a little trio with Akane and Ayame (and I think Kizuna and Kanata, too, but they're more focused on each other atm when it comes to her recovery), and the lone wolves of Rei, Tsurugi, and Kinji. It really shows how fractured the group has become and that everyone's opinions are pretty complex and different from each other's, even when they stick to one side. I have yet to read the trial as of writing this, but Kanata's death hurts to witness, especially with how...simple it was. I believe she didn't even struggle, she was just sleeping and now, she can never wake up because someone (Kinji) took advantage of that vulnerability and killed her. I'm thinking that Kakeru, at some point, seemed to have walked in and saw what happened, whether it's his attack on Kizuna or Kanata, and tried to attack Kinji or stop him or something but I'm not sure. But her death definitely hits harder due to how simple it is and we can focus on the tragedy that Kizuna will never be able to fulfill the promises she gave to Kanata, her first friend. And how her grief quickly transforms into anger...ooooough, that's so good and in character for her, especially with how hard she's trying to improve herself now. Also, can I just say, I love how socially smart Kizuna is with her words and how she was able to bypass the third motive just by being clever with how she says things. There are many different ways for being intelligence, so seeing that play out with a character that is trying to redeem themselves is great. Ayame is also just...doing her best while grappling with herself and the thought of almost actually murdering someone, but is trying to be supportive of the others. At least being able to confide in Akane allows her to keep going, and she gets to befriend Yuki! It's so sweet...until you remember the twists with these two, haha, gotta love that dramatic irony. Oh, if (or when) we actually get there, that angst is going to huuurt. </3

Anyways, I do love rambling. And I love this fic! (Totally off-topic, but I hope my boy Teruya is gonna be okay from the whole near death experience of guns and stuff. He's gonna be okay, right? Right? I hope he's okay. I don't want anything bad to happen to him even though I know that's gonna be impossible in a killing game genre although I know his survival is pretty much guaranteed since you mentioned that you don't plan to change the death order. Doesn't mean I don't worry for his mental health though.)

[imitor]

with reference to my last rb, i'm adding ranma to my muse list :p i totally forgot netflix were doing the third remake and i watched it today and just uggghhhh fell in love with ranma all over again.

tldr: ranma is a boy who, when splashed with cold water turns into a girl, and can only be turned back via a splash of hot water (namely from a pot akane and her sisters keep dousing him with) - his father took him to a chinese martial arts training ground and they both came away with these uncanny powers. ranma with the one referenced just there and his father turns into a panda....... ranma is an exceptionally skilled martial artist and the sole heir to the saotome branch of the anything goes martial arts. at sixteen it is decided he will marry one of the tendo sisters to connect the two branches and thus, chaos ensues....

the distinctions between ranma's behaviours between being a boy and a girl are so interesting to me and something i'm looking forward to exploring :p visages below for you :)

if you can't guess, pink - haired ranma is his girl form