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[k-nayee]

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With a final, devastating blow, you send the Nomu far away from the battlefield.

And as its monstrous form sailed through the air, your eyes lock onto Tomura Shigaraki's. Red vermillion filled with unbridled fury is what you meet.

❛Hmm...I'll fix that for him❜

❝YOU—❞ he starts, his voice dripping with venom, but he never finishes the sentence.

You materialize before him in a heartbeat, fingers wrapped around his neck in a vice-like grip. There's no triumphant glee in your eyes, only one of bored arrogance.

Time stops. Both heroes and villains alike freeze, their eyes widening at the sight of you—a mere student—holding the League of Villains ringleader by the throat.

Seething with humiliation, Shigaraki lungs for your wrist in attempt to regain control of the situation. His brittle fingers close around your skin, eyes squinting with a eerily grin as he waits for that satisfying crumble, that disintegration, that ultimate proof of his power.

But then he freezes. ❛No...no...nononononononono❜

Your skin....

❛My quirk....is absolute....It destroys.....So why...❜

Shigaraki's pupils tremble the longer he stares at your rapidly healing skin. It breaks and flake, like ashes scattering to the wind. And in their place, new skin forms, unmarred and whole as if nothing had happened.

❛Why isn't it working?❜

His thoughts whirl, a tornado of denial and disbelief, until the horrifying truth crashes into him: he is powerless against you.

 ❝Not so fun when it's happening to you...is it?❞

With a gnawing sense of dread, he shakily moves view from your wrist back to your eyes. Instead of reflecting the jovial tone of your voice; they were livid, bloodshot, filled with a rage and intensity he's never seen, never felt before. 

Shigaraki realizes—without a shadow of doubt—that you have the power to crush his windpipe, to end him right then and there. Terrified, he breaks from your gaze and frantically tries to release himself from your iron grip on his throat.

And in that instant, his eyes betray him. A flicker of genuine, unfiltered fear seep deep in those once malicious filled eyes—fear of you.

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If you came from my Dreamer BTS book, welcome back! If not, that means I'm at least doing sum right and gaining reads🤧

Not gonna do a whole ass speech, we all know the basic things. But to make sure, the most important things I wanna emphasis on will be bolded so you cant say I didn't warn ya:

1) Plagiarism is a HELLA big no no. Takes a lot of time and energy to even to write out a whole completed chapter other than half-assed drafts. If I find out you stealing without credit: I'm blocking and reporting until your account is taken down.

2) This story will contain profanity, violence, dark humor, and other mature themes

3) I will either skip over certain parts of the anime/manga or diverge the plot because I don't wanna follow every episode (too many bnha fanfics out here, gets redundant reading the same order of events)

4) Canon characters may/will be slight ooc, but will maintain their overall personality

5) Mc (you) will hold reference to inner Moka Akashiya when she transforms. Any and all toxic traits said and done are intentional

6) Mc height will not be explicitly stated, however just know it won't be too short, so please refrain from those "I'm 4'9 🥺 so short" whenever height is brought up. Its annoying, we don't need to know how tall you are fam. Just enjoy the book

7) Other than the white hair and red eye color whenever Mc temporarily transforms into Moka: eye color, skin tone, and other descriptions are up to reader

8) Even if Mc simps after Aizawa, there will be no relationship. I don't care that the "age of consent in Japan is 13", its trifling and weird. Stop making excuses for why young kids can bang grown ass tax-paying fully brain developed ADULTS

9) I may end up making the book an "in-between arc" type of story if I either get too lazy or don't know how to end it

10) Please don't come on my most recent updated chapters and comment "can you update blah blah?" I live a life outside of Tumblr, so please don't be commenting "update update!" (plus that shit is hella rude and disrespectful and I don't like pressure; takes the fun out of writing) 🤷🏾♀

[storybookprincess]

20 questions for fic writers!!!!!!!!! tagged by @ilgaksu (yes, we HAVE been mutuals since the dawn of time & yes we HAVE diverged fandoms wildly and yes we DO deserve this as a treat!!!!!!)

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

87………… dear god……

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

377,923

dear god……….. take 2!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

pretty exclusively animanga fandoms these days. hunter x hunter has been my home base for a while, but i dabble in other series too!!!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

personally i don’t enjoy discussing stats (outside of word count) because i think it encourages comparison, even if unintentionally, and i used to struggle a lot with that. sort by kudos exists for the curious, of course, but i don’t want to go out of my way to emphasize stats

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh gosh, i used to be RELIGIOUS about replying to every single comment i received, but that's since become a bit unmanageable with my current work & life schedule. i'd like to get back to replying at least a little bit, though!!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm a happy ending girl through & through so i think the closest i have to an angsty ending is this tiny lil 1k leopika oneshot i wrote for the greed island server!!!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

what i'm getting from these questions so far is that i do not remember my own fics very well anymore & might want to go revisit them someday bc i am struggling to answer this one!!

that being said, i am a bit fond of this one from facts about stones, which was my big bang fic this year!!

“Let’s stay together.  For as long as you’ll have me.” “Forever, then,” Gon replies. Killua used to hate the thought of forever.  Life was something to be survived: minute to minute, second to second, breath to breath.�� If his mind ever wandered further into the future than a few days, a sick, dizzy feeling would overtake him; the thought of this misery stretching on, gray and endless, was more than he could tolerate. But now, as Gon leaps over that very creek they’d played in so many times with a loud whoop, Killua finds that something has changed. “Longer,” he says. “Forever would be too short a time.” “Okay,” Gon agrees, a smile in his voice. “You and me. Forever, and then what comes after.”

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i was about to say that i've been fortunate enough never to get a hate comment BUT THEN i remembered how someone once wrote me a five paragraph essay (i'm not kidding) about how a character's behavior in a fic didn't make sense & was poorly written. god that was incredible

but on the whole, no, i'm quite quite lucky that i don't receive much negativity

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

not yet..............

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i'm a very boring person & thus don't vibe particularly much with crossovers. the most i've done is like........ very vaguely fairy tale inspired aus & the like. i wish i were a more adventurous writer bc some of the stuff people come up with in crossovers is ridiculously creative

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not a whole fic, but back in my bnha days, i had someone lift a scene literally beat for beat from a tddk fic of mine. i was a lot younger & less experienced in the fandom space back then, so i'm very glad, although perhaps a bit surprised, that i just closed the tab & moved on. life's too short to stress over that sort of thing

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, one into russian & one into spanish on wattpad!!!!!! they both felt like such huge honors!!!!!!

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i could pretend to give this some thought & come to a difficult decision, but it's killugon. it's far & away killugon. let's not kid ourselves here

14. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

color in your cheeks

i think the idea has a ton of potential, but my execution of the first two chapters strikes me as rushed & impatient & a bit sloppy as a result. i think my only option is rewriting it from scratch so i can have a product i'm satisfied with

15. What are your writing strengths?

i pay a ton of attention to the flow of my prose & really endeavor for the sentences to have a lyrical quality. outside of syntax, i think i'm quite good at describing physical & emotional experiences extremely vividly

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

well well well, if it isn't my old nemesis, actually having a plot....... we meet again

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i don't have enough fluency in my non-native languages to pull this off & i find it challenging as a reader, but i think just about any choice or device can work if it's serving a narrative purpose & doing so effectively

18. First fandom you wrote for?

the year: 2008

the platform: fanfiction.net

the fandom: rent

listen we all start somewhere & i had a BLAST writing those silly little musical theatre fics, even if both they & the source material don't hold up 15 years later

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i worked so hard on it that i just have to go with divine magnets

am i missing a question???????? is this really only 19????? i'm so confused!!!!!!!! anyway tagging @ladycrescentvenus @clood @carochinha @chubsthehamster and @anyone else who wants to do this just say i tagged you!!!!

[palant1r]

For the ask game: 💘🌈🦋

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

URGH YEAH. The disastrous coming out of saiki k vexes me. It's good enough that I can't just pass it off as a relic of a former era of myself as a writer, but with glaring mistakes that still get at me and are mostly a product of the whole fic being written in a manic sprint in the free time I had after my first real job. For instance, the mob psycho 100 crossover chapter shouldn't be there, and Aren + Kaidou's relationship with Saiki pinballs all over the place in a way that's narratively confusing. But I'd also feel bad editing the fic as it's posted on ao3 because a lot of people like it as it is and it's pretty popular by Saiki K fandom standards, so I'd have to post the revision as a whole new fic, and it just...wouldn't be different enough for me to justify that.

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

This was a hard one because my writing process is to just blitz a few thousand words at a time and then Not Fucking Reread It. and then i Post. I guess No Regrets, that one was written for a BNHA big bang so it was far more structured than all my fic up to that point. That shit had a whole separate planning doc and a color coded spreadsheet to keep track of its progress. Which is like nothing compared to the kind of planning a lot of fic writers do, but it's a lot for me. (I really like that fic to this day, give it a try if you're open to bakudeku.) Also a surprising amount of thought went into the chapter songs I chose for Metempsychosis.

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

nothing. my writing is scintillating and my meat is huge. that being said, i do tend to get a bit embarrassed about appealing too much to my own id even though i'm literally creating in the Appealing To One's Own Id medium lol

writers asks

[mysteriawrites]

Hello! I'd like to ask for a bnha match up :)

Zodiac sun: Aries

Zodiac moon: Cancer

Zodiac rising: Sagittarius

Favorite color(s): pink, black

Favorite artist(s): Lumi athena, Melanie martinez, lil peep and lovejoy

Favorite movie(s): Scream, titanic, corpse bride

Hobbies: reading, writing, gaming, cooking

I'm 5'4 and kinda chubby

I have black hair with red chunky highlights that's down to my mid back with bangs

I dress in a 2000s fashion but more on the alternative side

I'm socially akward but really fun once you get to know me

I'm more on the quiet side and don't really speak unless spoken to but have alot to say when I do get the chance to talk

I prefer someone who enjoys staying home rather then going out, I'd also prefer someone with similar interests.

When looking for a lover, I tend to want someone who can make me laugh, I don't care for looks I just want someone who'll treat me right. I'd love my partner to be very loving and vocal about how they love me!

Thank youu<3

Hello hello thank you for the matchup I hope you don’t mind but imma make this my first female matchup because you didn’t list whether you wanted male or female and I thought this person was a good match for you, but if you would prefer a male one just lemme know and I’ll make you another one. With that out if the way let’s get to the matchup…drumroll please!!!

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ASHIDO MINA!!!

No other reason for this pairing other than yall would be cute and mesh well.

You and Ashido met as soon as you stepped in the door of the UA classroom on day one. It's no secret that Ashido is a social butterfly, she makes friends with whatever person she meets even bullies. The minute you walked in she was already introducing herself and asking you questions. She saw when you came in how you were shy and awkward, so she wanted to make you feel more comfortable.

After that you had basically been adopted into her newly made friend group. She knows you prefer to be on you own though so she lets you have your space when necessary, but sometimes she will bring you out with a few of the others (not too many as not to overwhelm you). She also speaks up for you so you can say what you need to say and feel heard, plus usually you be spitting facts anyway.

You two hang out one on one as well because you have similar interests. As pink, energetic, and peppy as she is she loves horror movies, video games, and Melanie Martinez (personal headcanon). When everyone moved into the dorms, and everyone comes out for movie nights they dread when it's you guy's turn to pick the movie because they'll be screaming their heads off as you two just gush about the film.

Ashido also likes to take you out clothes shopping. Whether with the others or just the two of you (preferably just the two of you) she likes to take you to find clothes that you like that best suit your figure, make you feel confident, and make your inner beauty shine (all my knowledge of fashion is from barbie movies I'm sorry).

You and Ashido actually started dating pretty early on (aka Mina doesn't get enough screen time during big battles for me to fit this in) during your time at the training camp when the villains attacked, she was so worried about what happened to you. She fought villains as fast as she could so she could find you and make sure you were ok. Once it was all over, she ran up to you and hugged you so tight you thought she'd be the one to kill you instead of the villains. When she pulled away you saw her crying her eyes out and she told you how worried she was of losing you. After everyone was taken back home, she confessed how she loved you and how she always wanted to be by your side to protect you.

After things calmed down you two officially started going out. Nothing much changed after that except you two became way more affectionate. Ashido had a lot of cute nicknames for you, teasing you and seeing you get flustered, and loved showing off and making you laugh. You love to run your fingers through her fluffy hair and rub her horns to make her blush for once and compliment her on her fighting technique. There are a lot of stories of people loving their lover "despite their shape", but Ashido loves your body so much the way it is. So cuddly and soft like a human body pillow.

Dates between you two go from having horror movie nights with the class to having horror movie nights cuddled up in one of your dorms together, and if you're at one of each other's homes then expect cooking dates filled with food fights, laughter, and ordering pizza in the end.

You and Ashido are the introvert and extrovert couple. You two practically speak a different language and always know what the other needs. You have plenty of passions to share and love to give. You'll also do whatever it takes to reach your dreams together and protect one another no matter what despite being confident the other can more than protect themselves.

Alrighty another matchup down. Sorry it took so long and is short, but I'm pretty proud of this one so I hope you like it.

Runner Up: No one rn

[oreozfox]

🌟 BNHA OC- Kazuko Shimizu 🌟

I got the idea to just make a bio post for Kazuko after seeing similar ones by @epickiya722 ! This bio is formatted similarly to hers.

Kanji Name: 清水和子

Hero Name: Rejuvenation Hero Pegasus

Age: 18 (currently in Springs of Pegasus), 22 (current BNHA canon)

Occupation: Sidekick of Ms. Joke (currently in Springs of Pegasus), Pro Hero (current BNHA canon)

Gender and Pronouns: Female, she/her

Birthday: October 15th

Physical Description: Kazuko is a woman of short stature, standing at 5'3" (just over 160 cm). She has black hair, with a few strands of mauve, especially around her bangs. Her eyes are the same color as those mauve strands. Her skin is a dark shade of tan. She's a bit of an intense person, so she kinda has RBF lol. She's often glaring to some capacity. When she's not wearing her Hero costume, she often dresses comfortably, usually in big t-shirts (abt half of which were Keigo's lol) and shorts.

Family/Relationships: There isn't much on her parents yet in the story, but her father Mihiro Shimizu is a marine biologist (and the one Kazuko inherited the healing aspect of her Quirk from, as well as the mauve hair and eye colors). Her mother Carmelita Shimizu is from the Philippines, and works as a lifeguard. Kazuko is their oldest child, and has five younger siblings. Kazuko has a close relationship with her mentor Ms. Joke, despite their differing personalities. She also looks up to Eraserhead, whom she worked with for a time (and used to have a massive crush on). Now, Kazuko has a romantic interest in Hawks. Later, they start dating. Kazuko's closest friends are Miruko and Swordspirit (whom I'll make a page for soon!)

Personality: Kazuko is very duty-driven, focusing a lot of her energy on her Hero work. This makes her come off as very intense, serious, and "stiff", according to Keigo. She also has a fiery temper. She has a strong sense of justice, and hates feeling patronized or weak more than just about anything. Despite seeming cold most of the time, Kazuko shows a lot of respect for her elders and superiors, like the older Pros she works with. She also has a tender and friendly side which isn't shown often, but is still there.

Quirk: Kazuko's Quirk is Springs of Pegasus (which the fic she appears in is named after!). She can produce rejuvenating water which can ease pain, injuries, and fatigue in reasonable amounts (often not enough to substitute for a trip to Recovery Girl). She also bears a pair of white wings. They are not as large or strong as Keigo's, and they are simply a part of her body, unable to easily detach from her body. She can feel them just like others can feel her limbs, if not more so, making wing injuries especially painful for her. Her wings also have slight bioluminescence, able to glow in certain spots to light her way. The placement of these spots closely resemble the structure of the Pegasus constellation!

Hobbies: I haven't put much thought into this, but she can play the electric guitar and surf! To decompress, she likes to go on flights at night, especially if Keigo accompanies her. Has forbidden herself from playing video games, though, after she damaged one of Keigo's controllers when she got very angry at a game jdjshgjkdfhk (don't worry she bought him a new one lol)

[epickiya722]

ConfessionsI have kinda grown to dislike the Dear Evan Hansen fandom. Don't get me wrong, about half of them are okay. They other ones, well.....

I'll explain

The Dear Evan Hansen fandom:

They tend to excuse this characters actions(Conner) by saying he was struggling with his mental health, but bash a different character(Jared) because of his actions.

I get, and understand that he(Conner) was struggling. I really do, don't get me wrong. He needed help in the story, but didn't get it. But he lashed out mostly(I'm pretty sure) on his sister Zoe. The Fandom doesn't understand that it isn't an excuse. In canon it was mentioned Conner banged on Zoes door, threatening to kill her. Like????? Zoe is probably traumatized because of that.

NOW I get he was struggling, but his actions effected Zoe, even after his death(he died in canon)

Jared(who is lowkey hated) lashed out, and says hurtful things because he is deeply insecure. Now I am not defending his action, nor agreeing with them. Jared isn't right for bullying others because he is insecure. I do not excuse his actions at all, he had no right to say that nasty thing to Conner(I won't write it because holy fuck)

But that's the problem, he is the problem. Like I like all these characters, because they are all bad people. They all are fucked up characters. You can look at every single character, and if you did even a bit of analysis. You can be like "damn, they suck"

This can boil down to the Dear Evan Hansen community can act like hypocrites.

Haven't been I the Fandom for years, but this is the issues I faced when I was actively in it. I don't know if it has changed since then, I hope it has. Because I have met other people who have faced the same problems as me with the whole Jared slander.

There is other issues, but this is the big one/main one

That's a yikes from me. Now I never seen Dear Evan Hansen, know it's a musical, but haven't seen it. So I'm just going off what you just told me and my own feelings.

(I apologize that this response got long. I wasn't expecting it to get this long, I ramble, I'm sorry.)

But that is just strange to excuse one character's actions but not another. Both characters are flawed and I feel like... okay, taking this from my experience in the BNHA fandom.

Sometimes I feel like that people feel "bad" about liking a flawed character so they "make excuses" to lighten the load of their actions. And it may stem from the fact others act as if it's illegal to like flawed characters and be asses about it. It's like "you're only allowed to have one, but not all" and "you can only like this character if they're not that bad".

It's kinda what I'm picking up here. The DEH fandom picks one character that is "only acceptable" to be liked, just to have that authority and excuse to bother others who oppose and have a different opinion, and the other characters are bad, can't like them, you're not allowed to.

It makes no sense to me.

It reminds of... if you have two favorite colors and then that one kid is like "no, you can only pick one"! Well, why can't I have more than one favorite color?

I also want to bring this up, the "making excuses" thing since it's on my mind (I brought it up).

To me, there's a difference between stating the obvious and just being open-minded to reasoning compared to making excuses for a character making bad decisions.

To make excuses it's sweeping their actions under the rug. It's "Well, it's not that bad compared to this" or "that really didn't happen, you're just making it seem worse than what it is". You're lightening the load as to what was really done.

This is done for characters who are usually the "good characters" who aren't goody-two shoes and sunshine because "they're good, they can't be flawed". Or even for villain characters that people want to make seem not as bad from the pressure of others being total jerks about them liking said characters.

Now to state the obvious or have open-minded reasoning it's digging into that character's backstory, it's analyzing their actions and going "Maybe this why they did this, maybe this is why they are like this". It's sounds like excuses, I know, but here's where the difference can lie.

Watch the tone. Watch the words.

If someone gives reasoning as to why a character did what they did and still say "it's still bad that they did that", all they are doing is giving you a cause and an effect. That's it. They're aware of how bad that character is and they're not saying they're okay with it, but just making an observation.

Honestly, to me, if someone likes a character that is a villain or done bad things, I don't see why I should care. They like that character, find them entertaining. Even if I hate that character, I'm not gonna bother them about it.

Fandom Confession

[ihavehatsinmypants]

I posted 63 times in 2022

28 posts created (44%)

35 posts reblogged (56%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@color-palettes

@shibbledibble22

@art

@the-haiku-bot

@wordfather

I tagged 24 of my posts in 2022

#chainsaw man - 4 posts

#doodles - 4 posts

#sketches - 3 posts

#oc - 3 posts

#bnha - 3 posts

#me - 2 posts

#fan art - 2 posts

#art - 2 posts

#bnha bang - 2 posts

#bnha fan art - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 66 characters

#fucking was wondering when this guy would get the spot lite on 'em

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

[Image ID: Two hands belonging to izuku reach out from the darkness to grab onto metal bars. There is a tentecal wrapping around one of the bars, glitching words are here n there. In the next panel Izuku looks panicked, glitched words still popping up around his face, the image has some distorted lines. Final panel, we see the back of izuke, clasped onto the bars with big distorted red lettering reading LET ME OUT: end image ID]

Hello again 👋 back at it at the @bnha-big-bang

I did an art piece for @kalishino work Talk to your lock (because communication is key) along with fellow artist @maggishiani

This was really fun to work on and I found a dozen new brushes to play with while making this piece.

10 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

See the full post

10 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#3

nomu jirou

11 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

#2

See the full post

12 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

[Image ID: The ‘camera’ is zoomed in on Bakugo Katsuki’s arm and part of his upper torso. The hero is currently partly dressed in his summertime hero costume. He has slightly extended his right arm, showing it off to Kirishima. On his right arm, his compression sleeve is pushed down, showing off his forearm that now has a black inked tattoo of two different kinds of flowers on it. Off screen Kirishima is exclaiming in surprise, “Woah! Bro!!” :End of Image ID]

Hello again! I was lucky enough to participate in the @bnha-big-bang again this year!

This time I did an art piece for @userblasty ‘s fic There’s nothing like losing. Beta by the amazing @itsbinuu​ (twitter) along with the most talented artist @ananayellow .

It’s been fun doing this again and hope to join and make more piece’s in the future if the bang continues on to next year.

15 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[bnhacolorbang]

Tensei’s eyes connect with Masaki’s before flying down to where their hands are connected. It feels...warm. It feels real. Holding hands with a cute guy, ha. Maybe the therapist was right, and life really could go on. Masaki squeezes his hand and repeats the question, and Tensei feels a wave of embarrassment.

Right. Masaki’s just a good guy. A good guy who is worried about him, and Tensei’s busy having teenage fantasies about the poor sap. Tensei pulls his hand away and rubs his neck ruefully, cheeks flaming at his reaction to such a small, innocent kindness. He tries to play it off.

“Sorry, I’m fine. I was just-- remembering something.”

Author - @/natenox 

[darksushimoon-moved]

Hey guys! So I'm proud to say that I have participated in @bnhacolorbang !!! I wrote Green with Envy, a Soulmate/Hanahaki AU! Give it a look see, if you will. I appreciate the mods for putting it all together for us, and for bringing all of us together! Here's a picture I drew of Izuku from the fic, for an addition. ❤️

Hope you check it out, and check everyone else's out!!!

[negatopoji]

Here is some artwork I did for the BNHA Big Bang!! Please enjoy and check out the other people who worked also on this amazing piece of fiction

Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14488410

Other artist: https://0rchiddart.tumblr.com/post/173442517137/illustration-for-crossing-the-threshold-by

Please both read the fic and look at the other art work!!

[spikethecrazycat]

Here is the next piece of art that I made for this fic, hope you like it, it’s a lot more colorful.

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Chapter two of this fic is out now, btw.

For the @bakudekubigbang my art for the fic Walk on Water by keyhimura on AO3. The first piece is this and I’m pretty proud of it, it took me like 11 hours to do this.

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And here is the link to the fic, I’ll be rebogging this with the next piece in a minute.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28442289/chapters/69697245

[flutterart]

These are pieces I did for @bnha-big-bang! I’m glad I got to create fanart for @sarathewise’s fic “Learn to move around the color bar” which can be found here!

[lostlitany]

The Bet

[Image Description: The sun sets in a golden sky behind a hill and three trees, one on the left, two on the right. The ground is covered in warm colored leaves which are also in the air, floating towards the ground and decorating the branches of the aforementioned trees. Bakugou and Todoroki sit together on the left side of the picture under a tree. Bakugou’s got an undercut, half lidded eyes, a scar on his jaw, a black hoodie with a dark jacket over it, black ripped jeans and orange sneakers. Todoroki’s hair is done up in a half up half down bun, we predominantly see the red side, his eyes are closed, he has a blue shirt covered by a periwinkle cardigan, paired with brown pants, and even darker brown old man shoes. The boys are facing each other, one leg on the ground, one leg pulled up towards their chests, and they are holding hands as they kiss surrounded by the warm light of a sunset. End ID]

This is fanart for @deadboyswalking’s fic: The Bet

I loved their visual descriptions and just had to draw some pretty boys making out surrounded by a pretty landscape LOL

@bnha-big-bang

[harveywritings92]

BNHA: He doesn't believe your excuse for missing a date. 2

Dabi: You were helping a relative clean out an old storage unit they bought at an auction for their pawn-shop, what everyone failed to noticed was your relatives kid, finding a gun in one of the boxes... Everyone jut assumed it was just a custom-made paintball gun cos of it's neon-blue colors and the orange tip and let it be, until this eardrum shattering *bang!* rang out in the parking lot! 

Your relative dropped whatever they were holding and ran outside to find the kid  still holding the smoking gun in shock and you on the ground holding your left upper thigh as blood leaked through your hands! 

"Oh my God!" they ran to the kid first who dropped the gun and started crying hysterically as their parent demanded to know what happened? They were shaking the kid by the shoulders who was inconsolable, then they went to you asking if you were okay? "No... I'm not okay R/n! I was shot in m'fucking arse!" you snapped as your frazzled relative called an ambulance.

meanwhile.

Dabi was pissed because you didn't show up at the movie theater! you badger him for a date and then don't show up? he tried calling it was to voicemail. "Fine you wanna screw me? I'll screw ya right back!" he hissed and pretty much ghosted you for a week, before he ran into the kid who broke down the second Dabi mention you. "Oi..oi, what's with the tears?" he huffed using his jacket sleeve to wipe the kids face. "I shot n/n in the butt! and now your gonna be mad at me!" they sobbed as the cremators brain short-circuited.

"You shot who in what now?" the kid ended up taking him to you as couldn't exactly move around much at the moment, and if you did it was with a cane. "Well-well look who finally showed up..." you huffed in a annoyance as Dabi eyed the crepe bandage going around your waist and down your left thigh. and apologized which surprised you as the faux raven hared man wasn't big on apologies, of course he laughs about it now that you've healed, cos you got shot in the ass! 

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Izuku: Your apartment burnt down! The hoarder who lived above you forgot they lit a cigarette and the whole place went up, before caving into your apartment, So yeah, you forgot about you date, mainly because you'd been buzy talking with your insurance company and trying to find affordable accommodations until, you could find another place to live, all you had on you was your wallet, phone and the clothes on your back!

During that time was giving you the silent treatment, you had noticed and very hurt with him giving you the cold shoulder, but you pushed those feelings aside as you were busy with house hunting and looking through a list belongings you had lost in the fire, and going over with your insurance broker on how much it would be replace it.

It wasn't until Jiro stopped by his agency with some spare clothes and groceries for Izuku to give you. "Why would Y/n need clothes and food?" he frowned eyeing the bags as Jiro rolled her eyes. "Her apartment burnt down idiot!" the raven haired woman huffed, and like that all the anger Izuku had towards you was replaced with dread... 

He found out what motel you were staying at and nearly smothered you with how tight he was hugging you as he stammered out apologies after apologies, before taking you back to his place until a new apartment was available.       

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Shoto: You kept trying to tell him why you missed the date, but Shoto wasn't having it this guy was more stubborn than an ox! he literally gave you the cold shoulder when ever you tried to talk, it wasn't long before his sister noticed the tension and curiously asked you what had happened you found it best to show her. 

You brought her to your house where she nearly died from cuteness overload! "Babies!!!" she squealed seeing your Samoyed Sidney and a litter of mixed puppies! you explained you didn't know Sidney was pregnant cos she's soo fluffy you only found out on date night when you walked on her giving birth in the laundry room, That's what you've been trying to tell Shoto all week!

She called Shoto up telling him to get his butt over to your house! there's burglar! you gawked at Fuyumi stunned that she just lied to Shoto for your sake! She knows Shoto loves you too much and  wouldn't let a missed date interfere with your safety, Fuyumi knew she was gonna get flak for it later. But her little brother was being a fool!

Not ten minutes after that call Shoto burst into your home freaking out and yelling your name as he cautiously looked around the living room frantically for the intruder, before locking onto you sitting on floor, he didn't even hesitate rushing over and hugging you before pulling away checking for any distress and was bemused when he saw none, and noticed his sister smirking at him and realized he'd been had! and got annoyed and was ready to leave,

when your dog grabbed his hand and tried tugging him towards her playpen. "Sidney wants you to to say hello!" the pepper mint haired man blinked. "Hello to wh..." his voice cut off hearing whimpering and saw little pups rolling around trying to figure out where their mom went, you watched his face light up. "w-when did this happen?" He stammered trying not to loose composure cos 'OMG puppies!'

You explained yourself as Shoto had sat down and started picked up petting one the pups. "I checked around and think the husky next door is the dad, he's the only unneutered male in the neighborhood." You said watching the pups had all clamored on Shoto's lap to leech of the warmth. 

while Sidney was taking a tired mom nap. No surprise Shoto apologized for being a jerk earlier... you forgave him, Needless to say you weren't surprise when one of those pups ended up going home with Shoto when it was time for the puff-balls to find homes, a female and the runt of the litter that he affectionately named Flicka.  

[fae-kat]

Learn to move around the color bar

(Might need to click for better quality!)

[Image ID: From left to right, Midoriya, Bakugou, and Shinsou are sitting next to each other on the grass, in their school uniforms. Deku is kneeling, facing the other two and talking with a large smile on his face. Bakugou is sitting with one leg up and another crossed, scowling. Shinsou is kneeling and tilted towards the other two as he holds a bento box in one hand and eats with chopsticks. There’s also a bento box beside Deku and one in front of Bakugou. End ID]

My second piece for the @bnha-big-bang!!!!!

I’ve had the honor of working with the amazing author @sarathewise for her fic, “Learn to Move Around the Color Bar”!!! This fic concept has to be one of my favorites and I can never get enough of some good old Bakugou-angst!

My fellow artists, @lostlitany and @flutterart, have such AWESOME pieces as well, so please check them out!!!

[vannahfanfics]

Music is Love in Search of a Word

Word Count: 5080

Fluff, Romance, Soulmates, Café AU

Summary: Momo Yaoyorozu has finally accomplished her goal of opening her own café. And the location she's chosen isn't just good for business—it's also the ticket to finding her soulmate!

Hello, everyone! Here is my story for the MomoJiro Bang! Please check out the lovely art by my partner @bnha-ramblings, and also a big thanks to my beta @leland-chapman-the-bounty-hunter​! Enjoy!

The scent of brewing chamomile danced on the air, filling Momo’s nose with a honey-sweet smell. It bubbled in the teapot on the rustic stove, which sat between two counters laden with espresso machines, coffee pots, jugs of fruit concentrate chilling in bowls of ice, and countless bags of tea leaves. A foot and a half in front of the cabinets and counters stood a display case, which housed scrumptious-looking muffins, danishes, brownies and blondies, donuts, and various other pastries. A small counter sat beside it with an old-fashioned cash register and a tiny potted money tree. Momo flitted around the various round, tableclothed tables to slightly rearrange the flowers sitting in the colorful glass vases or barely shift the teacups and saucers. After giving the room one last scrutinizing sweep, she walked up to the front glass door to flip the sign hanging in it to “OPEN.” 

The simple act made Momo swell with pride. I’ve done it! I’ve successfully opened my own tea shop and café! She thought triumphantly. Four years of slaving over a business degree, half a year of financial bargaining, and another three months of construction, interior decorating, and asset obtaining had finally led to this moment. She couldn’t help peering out of the door at the sidewalk. Her fingers twiddled with anticipation as she watched the passersby. Would any of them notice her new tea shop? Would any of them be intrigued and stop in? Who would be her first customer? 

After a few seconds of heart-pounding suspense, Momo realized that her potential customers may be put off by a sweaty, wide-eyed woman standing at the door breathing heavily onto the glass. She rubbed away the condensation with the hem of her apron before hurrying back to the counter. She needed to find something to occupy her time or she would go crazy from the expectation! However, she had been at the store for three hours preparing, so it was terribly hard to find anything to do now. She just stared hopelessly at the teapot on the stove, counting the seconds until it began to whistle with the collecting steam. 

When she finally pulled the chamomile tea off the stove, she was at a complete loss of what to do. 

Music. Music would help calm my nerves, she decided. She walked across the room to the old-fashioned radio sitting on a shelf on the wall. All of the outfittings in Momo’s tea shop had a rustic charm to contribute to the English Victorian vibe that she was going for—plus, she just loved the character of antiques! She fiddled with the dial, surfing through the static for a channel that would suit the atmosphere of her tea shop. She finally landed on a classical music channel, and sweet tones of piano keys began to mingle in the air with the fresh scent of the chamomile. 

It seemed that Momo had caught the tail end of a piece; by the time she walked back to her counter to pour herself a cup of chamomile, the radio host's voice has replaced the calming piano music. 

“Hello, listeners. I hope we are having a pleasant morning,” the host’s voice was soft and rich like the smoothest coffee; it immediately lulled Momo into a sleepy sense of contentment, prompting her to lean back against the counter and sip at her hot tea with a smile. “The next song comes to us from the most recent classical sensation, contemporary pianist Hitoshi Shinso. In a recent interview, he explained how his soulmate song inspired all the work on his debut album. He wanted to celebrate the love for his soulmate, and each song in the album chronicles their journey together…” 

The radio host’s comments faded into the background as Momo drifted further into a placated state of daydreaming. She’d always adored the concept of the soulmate song. It was so inherently romantic! A song you were born knowing. A song that you only shared with one other person in the whole world. A unique tune that you could use to communicate with someone on such an intimate, personal level. Just thinking about it made butterflies take flight in Momo’s stomach and pleasurable tingles begin to shoot up and down her nerves. 

Momo especially loved her soulmate song. She supposed everyone thought their soulmate song was extra-special, but Momo couldn’t help but just be enamored by hers. It was a harmonious blend of classical notes and jazzy tunes that came together to make a soothing yet stimulating melody. When Momo closed her eyes and let it flow forth to fill her mind, body, and soul with its mellifluence, she couldn’t help but imagine the kind of person her soulmate must be. Who did those hints of serious, deep tones amongst her sweet, high notes represent? How did it align with their personality? Wondering always filled Momo with a sense of excitement about the day that she would finally discover the truth. 

Just as Momo was beginning to lose herself in her soulmate song, she was jolted back to reality by the loud chime of the bell attached to the top of her door. 

“O-oh! Welcome,” she cried. As she jumped away from the counter, she nearly dropped the mug of chamomile she was still holding in her hands. She squeaked as the liquid sloshed over the rim, spilling over her hands and splashing down on the floor. 

“Pl-please excuse me!” she flushed in embarrassment, scrambling around behind the counter in search of a dishrag. When she found one, she hastily wiped off the mug and set it down, and then rushed up to the cash register while still wiping the tea from her hands. “Sorry about that! How can I help yo—Oh! Ochako!” 

“Hi, Momo!” her friend chirped pleasantly. “I rushed over here as soon as I saw that you were open! Am I your first customer?” 

“Yes, actually, you are!” Momo laughed. Ochako squealed and did a little happy dance, which made Momo laugh more. 

“It looks so cute!” Ochako gushed, stepping to the side to hungrily eye the many sweets sitting in the display counter. “And everything looks so delicious! It’s so amazing! You’ve been working on this for so long. It’s hard to believe that the day has finally come.” 

“I know!” Momo said, smiling while resting her cheek into her hand. “I almost expect to wake up in my bed, it all having been one long dream…” 

“Well, this is no dream, sister!” Ochako said and even lightly pinched Momo’s upper arm. She sprang away with a squeal, swatting at Ochako’s hand. She tried to look stern, but the laugh bubbling from her lips ruined it. Ochako just playfully wiggled her eyebrows before leaning down to hungrily inspect the sweet wares Momo had arranged in the display. “Honestly, it feels like I’m the one dreaming, now! All of these treats look so amazing… It’s like Heaven…”

“You can have whichever one you like. My treat,” Momo offered. 

“No way!” Ochako objected, shooting straight up to poutily frown at her. “I’m your first customer, and that means I’m gonna pay! No ifs, ands, or buts about it… buuuuuuut I won’t refuse a little something extra.” Her firm tone faded into a dreamy drawl as her eyes drifted back to the case, particularly the ichigo daifuku tantalizing her from the top shelf. Momo couldn’t help but laugh; of course Ochako’s weakness to mochi was coming into play, and she had always been partial to the spring-exclusive treat. 

“I’ll throw in some of the ichigo daifuku in for free,” she assured Ochako, who pumped her first with a quiet but triumphant “yes!” 

While Ochako struggled to decide which of the treats she wanted to purchase, Momo opened the back of the case to pull out the platter of mochi treats. She picked one up and carefully wrapped it in cute pink wax paper, then set it into a white pastry box. The lid was emblazoned with her shop name, cursive writing in shiny, eye-catching gold. Ochako cooed delightedly at it when she caught sight of it. 

“Man, Momo, you sure thought of everything,” she praised. “Your shop is going to take off in no time!” 

“I sure hope so,” Momo sighed in response. 

She had devoted much time and energy into her preparations, exploring every avenue and having contingencies for her contingencies, but the threat of failure always loomed like an anvil over her head. What if her shop wasn’t a hit? She’d been open for fifteen minutes now, and her best friend was the only one who’d stopped in. Was her business doomed to fail? Oh, dear, what was she going to do—

“Snap out of it!” Ochako barked and snapped her fingers in front of Momo’s face. Momo’s eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to reign her dizzied mind back in. When she looked blearily at her best friend, she had her arms crossed and her mouth pulled into a frown. 

“You’ve been open for fifteen minutes and you’re already doubting yourself, aren’t you?” 

“No…” Momo mumbled. It definitely didn’t sound convincing, and she averted her gaze as heat rushed to her cheeks. Ochako heaved a sigh, then reached out to pluck half of the ichigo daifuku from the box. 

“Listen, Momo, you’ll take off in no time,” she said, then took a bite of the sweet, chewy mochi. “I mean—oh my God, Momo, this is so good!” 

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by her blissful cry, but honestly, Momo would much rather hear that than whatever lecture she was about to get. Her eyes lit up in delight as Ochako began to chomp away at the mochi, stuffing the bits into her cheeks instead of swallowing so she could savor every little bit. 

“Really? You think it’s good?” 

“It’s amazing! It’s the best I’ve ever had! I really have died and gone to Heaven…” 

Momo gave Ochako another bit of the mochi treat on the house, while Ochako bought some strawberry shortcake to try later. Seeing as no one else was in the shop, Momo escorted her to the door, opening it for her as they continued to chat about Momo’s aspirations. She was right in the middle of bidding Ochako farewell when the words jammed in her throat. 

“What? What is it?” Ochako asked around the strawberry currently clamped between her teeth. Momo ignored her, looking around wildly. 

Where is it? Where is it coming from? She thought, eyes wide as she looked around in a frenzy. Ochako continued to bleat “What, what?” until Momo frantically wheezed, “My soulmate song.” 

It floated on the warm spring air, light and airy like bubbles. It was unmistakable. It resonated in Momo’s soul. That cappuccino blend of jazz and sweet notes that she had known since before she could recognize what music even was. She could recognize it even though it was being played on an acoustic guitar, the deep notes thrumming in the air. Yet the street was empty aside from a few curious onlookers—no street performers, no radios, not even someone listening to a video on their phone. The song seemed to bounce off the brick walls of the buildings, the sound waves colliding in a confusing but beautiful mass of symphony. Momo could only spin in circles on the sidewalk while she tried fruitlessly to pin down the direction that the song was coming from. 

When it stopped, Momo’s heart shattered. 

“Momo! Momo, hey!” Ochako cried as tears flooded Momo’s eyes. She really wasn’t sure why. 

Her soul was weeping at the failed opportunity, wailing deep in her chest. It made everything go tight, so much so that she had to squat down and focus on catching her breath. Ochako soothingly rubbed her back, and though sympathetic words left her friend’s lips, she couldn’t hear them for the white noise rushing in her ears. 

There was no mistake. That was definitely her soulmate song. But where could it had come from? She looked up and down the street, and though the landscape was blurred slightly by her tears, there was nothing, no clues to the identity of her soulmate or the source of the music. 

“I heard it… I heard it, Ochako…” she said hoarsely. It felt like she’d spent the last ten minutes screaming, the tissue of her throat raw and scratchy and sore. She looked tearily up at her, then whispered, “What if I never hear it again? What if I missed my chance?” 

Momo didn’t like to be overly emotional, and she never would have expected that she would have reacted so strongly to this situation. But it literally felt like her heart had been torn out of her chest, leaving a raw, bleeding wound. She groaned, pawing over her chest while half-expecting to really find a bleeding gash. The strums of the guitar strings still rang hollowly in her ears. Would the ghost of this moment be the only taste of her soulmate that she would ever get? The prospect agonized her, pulling a whine from her trembling lips. 

“Hey, Momo, snap out of it! It’s just first encounter syndrome.” 

Ochako’s voice finally tore Momo out of her emotional turmoil. As she blinked, sending the tears spilling down her ruddy cheeks, she felt like the anxiety swirling inside of her rushed out through her feet. Ochako patted her cheek tenderly as she stood over her, eyebrows knitted in concern. 

“First… encounter syndrome?” Momo rasped. Drink, I need a drink…

“Yeah. Sometimes, when people first encounter or get hints of their soulmate, they have an overwhelming emotional reaction.”

Sensing her thoughts, Ochako helped her to her feet, keeping a gentle hand on her elbow as she guided her inside. Though Momo felt much better, her legs were no better than jelly, making her knees knock together as she fumbled to the nearest table. She practically collapsed in the chair, while Ochako rushed behind the counter to get her a glass of water. Momo’s mouth was like a desert now, and so she could only mouth “thank you” before greedily downing the water. She took it in big gulps, not caring about the water that surged out the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin onto her apron. 

“Guh…” she breathed when she finally pulled the empty glass from her lips. 

“Better?” Ochako smiled weakly as she sat down beside her. Momo nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was dreadfully exhausted, however, and knowing she had to man the shop for the rest of the day made it even worse. “I’ve heard it’s pretty intense. Apparently, Sero had it the first time he met Mina… He broke down bawling right then and there. Couldn’t even say ‘hello’ to her for five whole minutes.” 

“I can imagine,” Momo said wearily, sinking into the chair. She was glad she invested in nice cushioning because it sure felt good embracing her shaky body right now. 

She spent a minute or so running her sweaty palms up and down the skirt of her dress until the last of the tremors ceased. Ochako sat close to her, comfortingly patting her on the shoulder and distracting her with small talk. 

When she finally felt like a person again, Momo cleared her throat and uttered, “So… Do you think I’ll find them? My soulmate?” 

“Of course!” Ochako said with an encouraging nod. She gestured to the window with a big smile. “They’re out there! Just waiting for you!” She leaned forward to pat her firmly on the shoulder. “Just wait. You’ll hear your song again, and next time, you’ll find them. You’ll see!” 

“Yeah,” Momo hummed in agreement. She sank back into the chair with another soft sigh. “Yeah,” she echoed. I just have to wait. I’ll find them next time!

“Kill me. End me. Snuff out my miserable existence,” Momo groaned, punctuating each word with a bang of her forehead against the counter. 

There wasn’t anyone in the café since it was just after closing hours, so her only consolation was the echo of her own head thwack-thwack-thwacking against the wood. Two weeks! It had been two whole weeks! Two weeks of hearing her soulmate song every single day without catching so much as a glimpse of the person playing it. It was driving her insane! 

With another long, drawn-out groan, Momo lifted her head to look up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was inching toward six. She’d better finish cleaning up so she could head on home before it got too dark. Only to lie awake in my bed agonizing over the fact that my soulmate is just out of reach, she thought, hanging her head with yet another groan. She’d rather lament in bed than stand behind the counter of her shop, though, so she forced herself to wipe the crumbs off the counter and sweep them up. She trudged out the door, and just as she was twisting the key into the lock… 

she heard it. 

“Oh! Oh! Where? Oh!” she sputtered while turning frantically in a circle. Where was it coming from? She had to find it! She couldn’t go another night agonizing over the not knowing anymore! But it seemed like the guitar notes were dancing all around her, mocking her with their perfect symphonic beauty. 

“Oh, please, please!” she cried desperately. Tears sprang to her eyes at the crushing realization that she may once again let her soulmate slip through her fingers. 

“Please…” Her voice cracked as the notes began to fade, and she slowly sank down into a crouch. She hugged her knees with a miserable sniff. Again…?

No! she asserted, jumping back to her feet and firmly gripping the folds of her dress. I won’t miss my chance this time! She hiked up her skirt and stomped down the sidewalk. She didn’t think about what direction she was going in; she just set off in whatever direction seemed natural. A sixth sense, maybe, an invisible string tugging her along…

And it worked, too, because the music was getting louder. 

Oh! Oh, I know this! This is where all the nice restaurants are! Momo realized as the cute little small business district transformed into a streetlamp-lit, hedge-lined swanky locale where men and women in business casual strutted about on nice evening dates or attended business meetings. Her soulmate must be some sort of performer! No wonder she heard them play every night! They must be hired to sing outside of some restaurant to try and entice all the fine people outside to come in and eat. Momo rushed past them all, the heels of her sandals frantically click-click-clicking against the concrete as she followed the sweet notes of the guitar. 

Closer, she had to be getting closer! She could feel the notes strumming in her bones, matching the pound of her heartbeat against her ribcage. She could feel them with every pump of blood through her body, soaking into her cells and making her feel alive. It felt like the wind itself was spiriting her along; it swept along her feet and billowed her dress, making her feel like she was running on the music itself. 

It was approaching the end of the song. Her heart rate jumped, pulsing in her arteries with each frantic pound of her heart. Faster, faster, she had to move faster! She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. She couldn’t get this close only to fail! She cried out as she stumbled, slipping out of one of her sandals, and she paused to look back at it sitting upside-down on the sidewalk. But there was no time, no time—so she just left it, hobbling awkwardly on the higher sole in her desperate attempt to reach her soulmate before the last chord. 

Momo came careening around the corner. Breathless, panting, hair a bit askew, she toddled into the streetlamp on the corner and gripped it tight. She couldn’t go on; her heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest, her lungs were strained to collapsing, and she had a scratch on the bottom of her foot from a raised chip in the concrete. But that was okay. 

Because sitting on the stoop of a fancy sushi bar with her legs crossed and her guitar resting on her lap strumming the last chord of the song was her soulmate.

She was ethereal. The fading sunlight blended with the bright light of the streetlamp, and the mix fell into her deep purple strands of hair to make it shine like threads of woven obsidian. When her black eyes flickered up to meet Momo’s, they gleamed like onyx chips in the lowlight. Momo’s heart did a flip in her chest as their gazes locked. Ethereal was the only word she could think of, and it played like a scratched record in her head. 

“H-hi,” Momo breathed. She was glad she was clutching the light pole because she would have fallen right over otherwise.

“Hi,” the young woman answered with a bashful smile. She gave Momo a cursory once-over, a quick up-and-down flick of her eyes that nonetheless had Momo’s heart back-flipping in her chest. 

“You’re not from around here,” the guitarist remarked, shyness morphing into amused confidence. 

“N-No,” Momo confirmed with a shake of her head. Still clutching the light pole like it was her only link to reality, she took a moment to make sure that her thoughts were in order before uttering, “I own a café not far from here.” 

“I see.” 

The young woman laid her guitar flat on her lap and rested her hands atop its sleek black surface. She made no move to rise or put it in her case, and once more, Momo found her heart fluttering. This girl was giving Momo her full attention! Oh, how nice it was to be noticed. The small act alone nearly made Momo blurt out why she was really there, but she managed to rein in her tongue before it could go flapping. Not everyone subscribed to soulmate culture, and so one had to be tactful when approaching their soulmates. 

“So, you play for this restaurant?” Momo asked. 

Small talk was good. It was a skill she had honed well in the short time of owning her business. Despite her nervousness, Momo didn’t think it would fail her now. However, she had the wherewithal to realize that her posture was still a little strange, gripping desperately to the streetlamp. Her legs still felt like jelly, but she decided to take the risk; slowly, she straightened up, praying her wiggly legs wouldn’t collapse under her. Somehow, she managed to stay standing.

“That’s right. I play for a few hours each night. The waiting times here get really long, so I’m here to keep them from getting too bored out here,” the girl chuckled with a wave at the sidewalk. As it was early evening, the lines were just beginning to form; no doubt, this sidewalk would soon be swarming with people waiting on their reservations. “I usually break about this time, between the lunch and dinner rush.” 

Break… That means if I had waited around a little while, I probably would have found her the first day. Momo wanted to slap herself. Two weeks of agonizing over someone who was far closer than she had ever realized! It was enough to make her want to collapse against the lamppost again. She elected to just stretch her arm out and brace herself against it, make herself seem far more nonchalant than she felt. 

“I’m Kyoka Jiro, by the way.” 

Kyoka Jiro. Momo discreetly mouthed it, and it felt as sugary on her tongue as she dreamed it would. Perfect, like her name belonged in her mouth. 

“Momo Yaoyorozu,” she responded politely. 

A pair of businessmen crossed between them, and though Momo knew Kyoka probably wouldn’t disappear in the half a second she couldn’t see her, she still panicked a little. When Kyoka came back into view, still sitting on the sidewalk with a quaint smile, Momo fidgeted nervously. She couldn’t drag this out, else it would become awkward! But she couldn’t jump right in, either. Oh, she wished she had taken Mina up on those lessons in flirting when she’d had the chance… 

“I-I can hear you play. From my shop,” Momo piped up before the silence could grow too long. 

“Yeah?” Kyoka quirked a brow. Her smile widened, so Momo relaxed a little. It’s going well so far.

“Yeah!” she nodded. She hesitated for a bit, then decided to take another leap of faith. 

Timidly, she peeled herself away from the streetlamp to walk over to Kyoka. The musician watched her with those sparkling onyx eyes, but for the life of her, Momo couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Momo sat down on the sidewalk next to her, a respectable distance away but still close enough to maintain a conversation. After making sure her dress wasn’t rumpled up and showing off far too much, she looked at Kyoka with a bashful smile. 

“Yes, and I found it quite lovely. That’s why… I decided to venture over here after closing up shop tonight… to see if I could find the source.” 

“Really?” Kyoka seemed excited about it. She quickly looked right and left, then leaned in close to Momo. She seemed oblivious to the blush crawling up Momo’s neck, her eyes gleaming as she whispered, “Want to hear a secret?” 

“O-oh? Okay, sure…” Momo said, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She hadn’t expected the conversation to veer this way, but with no hint as to where it was headed, she couldn’t figure out whether or not she should be nervous or not. 

“That song I was just playing was my soulmate song.” 

“Y-you don’t say?” Momo was trying to seem as unperturbed as possible, but heavens, her voice was shaking and her body was quivering. Kyoka was too in her own world to notice, apparently; she closed her eyes and hugged her guitar close. 

“Yep. I play it every day. Of all the music in the world, I think it’s the most beautiful song ever.” She cracked her eye open to peer at Momo out of her peripheral vision, her cheeks growing a little pink. “And… it’s a little embarrassing, but… Sometimes I feel like if I play it, one day, my soulmate will hear it, and they’ll come to find me.” 

“Y-yeah?” Momo couldn’t help the excitement that bled into her tone. “So you want to find your soulmate?” 

“Absolutely,” Kyoka nodded vigorously. She then looked lovingly down at her guitar; her hand smoothed across its sleek surface in a soft caress. “My soulmate song is why I fell in love with music in the first place. In a way… I have my soulmate to thank for how wonderful my life is.” She suddenly barked out a laugh, and she looked at Momo with an embarrassed grin. “Ugh, why am I telling you all this? I am totally never this gushy and romantic. Ugh, how mortifying…” 

“No, it doesn’t bother me at all,” Momo interjected as Kyoka went to scoot away, probably concerned she was bothering Momo at this point. Kyoka’s head snapped up to look at her with wide eyes. Momo dropped her gaze, fiddling with the hem of her dress. She’d obsessed over this moment for days now, practicing exactly what she would say, and yet now none of those words seemed right. She decided to just go for it, say whatever seemed to come to mind—that sixth sense again. 

“I don’t think anyone should be embarrassed about their soulmate. After all, it’s just so grand… The idea of someone out there being made for you, and the fact that you two share a unique bond. You can’t help but get excited.” 

Kyoka seemed to relax at that. She hummed thoughtfully, looking down at her guitar again. While she was preoccupied, Momo took a moment to drink her in. She really was beautiful. Looking at her made Momo feel completely at peace—like the way she felt when she was at the shop in the early morning preparing all the pastries or when she was at home after a long day at work, unwinding with a book and a cup of tea. Looking at her made it feel like something in Momo’s world had finally clicked into place. 

Undeniably, unequivocally, they were meant to be. 

“By the way… I think it’s the most beautiful song in the world, too,” Momo whispered suddenly. Kyoka looked up at her then, her eyebrows cinched in confusion. Slowly, her perplexion morphed into shocked understanding. Momo reached out to place her hand over Kyoka’s. Her fingers twitched but didn’t recoil at Momo’s touch. “Our soulmate song.” 

“Y-yeah?” Kyoka managed to choke out. 

It was a wonder with how wide she was grinning right now. It made her obsidian eyes scrunch up into little crescent moons, and little tears beaded up like diamonds at their corners. When Kyoka tilted her head slightly, they slipped over the rims of her eyes to spill in thin rivers down her flushed cheeks. She smiled adoringly at Momo for a long time, just basking in the glow of the moment, before her eyes slowly dropped down to Momo’s lips. 

Kyoka breathed in quietly, and then whispered, “Can I… Can I kiss you?” 

Momo flushed, but nodded in consent. Kyoka shifted, adjusting the guitar on her lap so it wouldn’t get in the way. Slowly, she leaned close. Her gaze drifted back up to Momo’s eyes. They held the heady stare until Kyoka’s lips just barely brushed over Momo’s, and then Momo couldn’t help but let her eyelids fall shut. She wanted to shut everything out, to just focus on the heavenly feeling of Kyoka’s lips gently molding against hers. And oh, did it feel divine. Kyoka’s lips slotted perfectly against hers, soft and sweet and faintly tasting of elderberry. It felt so good that she found herself chasing Kyoka when she pulled back, and the girl just leaned her forehead against hers with a little giggle. 

“Wanna stay with me a while?” Kyoka offered. 

“There isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be,” Momo said back. Because finally, she’d found her place in the world—right there next to Kyoka.