#capped by sayuri

[idleminds]

[thewolfinsideyourheart]

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW MUCH OF A GREMLIN CREATURE AKINO IS!!!!!!! MESSY HAIR AND HOODIE IS SO POWERFUL!!!!!

[usagimen]

                 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔; the kunoichi's plight

[itsuki-minamy]

“K SIDE: PURPLE”

EXTRA: HOMETOWN SAKE

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Shana

K - Side: Purple (Chapter List)

As long as you have a stick, you can practice anywhere.

Which teacher taught him this? Mishakuji Yukari didn't remember. All he remembers is thinking that it was a wonderful lesson. The times when he forgot the time and swung the stick, and the times when his hands blistered with blood and were crushed. There was also Sayuri's angry expression as she wrapped a bandage around his red palm. He also remembers everyone in the village looking at him with worry, pain, and amusement.

"Ah."

Realizing that, Mishakuji took a half step back with his right foot. Sukuna launched a powerful attack that hit him just a few millimeters from the side of his ear.

"So, Isshin-sensei."

Since a powerful strike requires all of your strength, if you miss, your defeat is certain. To impress that on him, he gave a careful push to Sukuna's solar plexus. Sukuna made an eerie sound and fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

Mishakuji said coldly as he put away the wooden sword.

"Yes. Well, that’s all for today’s practice then."

"Guh...!"

"You can wait until you calm down."

With a flutter, Mishakuji headed towards a nearby vending machine. He bought a roasted green tea and an orange juice, and when he looked back, Sukuna had already stood up.

Sukuna was staring at Mishakuji, a hint of anguish still visible on his face, which has matured a bit more lately. However, as expected, he never expressed his displeasure. He bowed quietly and said,

"Thank you."

Mishakuji laughed and dropped the orange juice. Sukuna caught it and began drinking it while standing.

"The final cut was pretty good."

"It was disastrous."

"Eh? It’s true that the plot was good. What wasn’t good was the editing. It’s harder to pick up on such a crude feint."

"......"

"A lie that can't deceive is like a sword that can't cut. If you're going to do it, do it seriously. If the lie is so serious that even you believe it, the other person will definitely fall for it."

"What's that?"

Sukuna said bitterly, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Mishakuji shrugged and opened the bottle cap.

Sukuna suddenly asked as they walked side by side along the riverside promenade.

"I see, what was that about earlier?"

Unable to understand the intent of the question, Mishakuji tilted his head. Sukuna asked again.

"You said something about Isshin."

"Ah."

Suddenly, nostalgia tickled the tip of his nose. Mishakuji narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

"He was my master."

Sukuna frowned suspiciously.

"Eh? Weren't you a disciple of the "Colorless King"?"

"Ichigen-sama is my second master. Isshin-sensei is my first master."

Isshin Hase was a swordsman who studied the "Miwa Meishin-ryu" and was close friends with Miwa. If he hadn't taught him, Mishakuji would never have become interested in swords or met Miwa Ichigen.

He was also able to delve into the world of supernatural powers.

Isshin shouldn't have been killed by that man.

"......"

"Eh? What’s wrong, Yukari?"

At Sukuna’s question, Mishakuji came to his senses.

That’s happening to him a lot today. Memories of the past interfere with current thinking. Until he started practicing with Sukuna, he had never remembered anything about "Nibangai"...

No.

It was different.

Mishakuji looked around slowly.

There was a park next to the boardwalk. Dirty public toilets, rusty seesaws, and signs whose red lines have faded over time, and where it was "let’s play carefully" has become "let’s play with caution".

It looked familiar.

They didn’t even care about the name of the place they were in. Mishakuji and Sukuna were aimless wanderers, and as long as they could get a bed and a place to practice that day, nothing else mattered.

Then it hit him. Has he ever been to that park?

When he was a child, he saw the same name written on a stone monument many times.

"Yodomiya Daiichi Park."

++++++++++

Sukuna was staring at Mishakuji's back as he walked with the steps of a sleepwalker.

Although he complained at first, slowly his interest began to take over him. He had never seen Mishakuji like this before. He was always calm, but he had never shown himself to be so vulnerable. If he tried hard now, maybe he could win him over. That's what he was thinking.

"So, where are you going, Yukari?"

Sukuna asked the question for the umpteenth time. He expected him to give him a vague answer like "Oh" or "Yes" again, but this time he answered correctly.

"Nibangai..."

"Eh? Where?"

"My hometown."

Sukuna kept his mouth shut.

Mishakuji walked up a long slope. Sukuna followed him silently.

Sukuna knows almost nothing about Mishakuji before he belonged to "Jungle". He knows that he was a member of the former "Colorless King" Miwa’s clan, is the brother of Yatogami Kuro, and has nothing but excellent swordsmanship. However, there is no such thing as a person without a past. He also had parents, a childhood, and a hometown.

He is trying to get there now. Mishakuji’s hometown. What kind of place is it? Does he still have a family? Who are his father, mother, and siblings? What kind of childhood did he have, and why did he decide to leave his hometown?

While he was too busy with the questions and curiosity that arose one after another, Mishakuji’s feet suddenly stopped. After climbing the slope, he stared at the space in front of him and said nothing.

Sukuna stood next to Mishakuji and looked at the same thing as him.

There was a plaza.

An old woman with a dog walks slowly near the large fountain in the center. A man in sportswear gasps for breath on the cobblestone pavement. In the shade of the trees in the green area, families spread out their seats and enjoyed a late picnic lunch.

It's nothing special, there are public squares everywhere.

Sukuna silently looked at Mishakuji who was standing next to him.

Mishakuji was frozen. He stopped even breathing, widened his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.

Finally, he muttered in a hoarse voice.

"Is this "Nibangai"?"

"Isn't that your hometown?"

Although Sukuna pointed it out, Mishakuji remained stunned. He calmly took a step and looked at the letters carved on the base of the fountain.

It's written like this.

"Nibangai Fountain Square."

Nibangai Fountain Square.

"That's right. This is Nibangai."

"No. That's not true."

Mishakuji's voice that immediately responded contained a tone of urgency.

"There were a lot more shops. Lots of snack bars and bars, crowded, but lively."

Sukuna looked around. He couldn't find any shops, let alone snacks.

"...Yes. Everything's gone. Everything."

Mishakuji muttered softly.

He had never seen Mishukaji like this before. Although he's always relaxed, he rarely gets emotional. For some reason, Mishakuji seemed to be filled with an overwhelming sadness.

He guessed that he realized that. When he slowly shook his head and looked at Sukuna, he had returned to being the usual Mishakuji.

"Sukuna-chan. Let’s go home."

"......"

Sukuna nodded vaguely.

For Sukuna, his hometown and family home were like a prison. He doesn’t have any good feelings about it and doesn’t think he’ll ever go back. However, that’s not necessarily the case for Mishakuji. The sadness on his face may indicate that his hometown, the "Nibangai", was irreplaceable to him.

But it’s nowhere to be found anymore.

Mishakuji started walking. Sukuna followed him. He had no choice but to do so. He doesn’t know anything about "Nibangai" or Mishakuji’s past. There are no words that need to be said.

Just as he was about to leave the plaza, he suddenly heard a voice calling out to him.

"Are you the one who lived in "Nibangai"?"

Mishakuji and Sukuna turned around at the same time.

It was an old woman with a dog. She was wearing a white hat and had a calm expression on her wrinkled face. A small dog was sitting at her feet, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail.

"I’m sorry for calling you so suddenly. But you were looking at the fountain looking rather sad, so I was curious."

"Yes."

Seeing Mishakuji’s short reply, the old woman smiled a little and then looked back at the fountain.

"I’ve lived in Yodomiya all my life. I worked at a bar and had many friends in "Nibangai". They were all very kind. That’s what happened..."

"....."

"Most of it was burned down and everyone was scattered. Many people died. In the end, it was decided that it couldn’t be rebuilt and would be demolished and turned into a plaza. It was unfortunate and sad, but unavoidable."

Mishakuji stepped forward and lined up next to the old woman.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed towards the green space. His half-closed eyes filled with nostalgia.

"My family used to have a small bar in that area."

"May I know the name of the shop?"

"It was called "Hanawarabe."

The old lady's eyes suddenly widened. She reached out her trembling hand and gently grabbed Mishakuji's sleeve.

"Ah. Ah, so. You're Mishakuji-chan, right?"

This time, Mishakuji opened his eyes. He looked at the old lady's face.

The old lady shook her head slowly.

"I've never met you before, but I've often heard about you from my friends. There was a beautiful boy who lived in a shop called "Hanawarabe". Everyone praised him for being quiet and polite, although he didn't seem to fit in with "Nibangai"."

Tears welled up in the old lady's eyes.

"You're alive. I'm glad. I'm so glad..."

Several tears fell from the old lady's face as she gently lowered her head. The little dog looked curiously at its master's face. Without letting go of his sleeve, he stood there, unable to do anything.

There were many things he wanted to ask. However, Sukuna couldn't say anything. Mishakuji's hometown, "Nibangai". There was once an incident where many people lost their lives in that lost place. It had a weight that wouldn't allow others to enter there carelessly.

Finally, the old lady let go of his sleeve and wiped away her tears. She then pointed in a certain direction.

"You see, not all of "Nibangai" has disappeared. There's a shop there that was left over from the fire. It's probably still going on, so if you want, go check it out."

A faint smile appeared on Mishakuji's lips. Bowing, he said softly,

"Thank you. I'll go visit it."

The old lady smiled as well. She held Mishakuji's hands with both hands, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Thank you. It was nice meeting you."

After saying that, she slowly walked away with the small dog.

There was silence for a while. The laughter of the families was so different that it resonated. Sukuna was looking at Mishakuji. His profile was tinged with nostalgia and melancholy.

"What are you doing? Let's go."

When Sukuna said that, Mishakuji looked at him as if he had just woken up from a dream. Feeling a little embarrassed, Sukuna looked away and said,

"It's your hometown, right? I'm a little interested too."

Mishakuji let out a sigh and laughed.

"Yes. Let's go."

++++++++++

Nothing had changed in "Kamitsure".

Of course, that’s not the case. Fifteen years have passed since then. Things are no longer as they were before. The kitchen stove was yellowed by time, the counter was wobbly and tilted, and the kitchen stove was darkened by poison, and the master’s hair was dyed pure white as he spread the newspaper out in front of him.

But nothing has changed.

There were hardly any customers to be seen. There was only an old man sitting at the counter drinking quietly. Mishakuji entered the shop and then looked at Sukuna, who was standing at the entrance.

"If you’re scared, you can wait outside."

"Hey, I’m not scared!"

A frustrated voice shouted in response, drawing the master’s attention. Mishakuji held up two fingers in a very natural gesture, looking at him with a piercing gaze that scared away the tourists who tried to make fun of him.

"Gin and tonic and orange juice."

"Eh?"

The Master looked at Mishakuji's face in disbelief. He blinked two or three times, as if trying to remember something.

However, in the end, the Master never remembered. He folded the newspaper, took out a can of gin and tonic and orange juice from the fridge and placed them on the counter.

"Hey. We only accept cash."

"Thanks."

Mishakuji paid the price at the counter and then picked up the can. He then grabbed three beer crates lying around and used them as makeshift chairs and table. Sukuna said in a surprised tone.

"Oh, hey. Are you okay?"

"Sukuna-chan, it's hard to drink at the counter."

Sukuna looked at Mishakuji with a sullen look, but since it was true, he didn't argue and sat down on the beer crate. While Sukuna opened the bottle cap, Mishakuji opened his can of gin and tonic.

"Cheers, Sukuna-chan."

"Cheers."

They both took a sip from the can at the same time.

While drinking the orange juice, Sukuna looked at Mishakuji, who was drinking a gin and tonic, as if he was looking at something unusual. Seeing that look, Mishakuji tilted his head.

"What?"

"...No. I thought it was unusual. Yukari, you don’t drink that kind of stuff."

After being pointed out, Mishakuji looked back at what he was drinking. It’s a private label he’d never heard of and the packaging makes it clear that it’s cheap sake. It tastes like diluted industrial chemicals. However, Sukuna looked at it with interest and said:

"Is that good?"

Mishakuji laughed a little.

He was about to ask him if she wanted to take a sip, but stopped. That’s not much for his first drink. It will have a negative impact on his future life. Mishakuji shook the can and told him to move it out of the way.

"You’ll understand when you’re older."

"Eh..."

Sukuna made a sound that sounded like he was convinced, but he took a sip of his orange juice. Mishakuji put the gin and tonic into the beer box, looked at the non-working clock and thought to himself.

At that time, Mishakuji was certainly about the same age as Sukuna is now.

Seiya-san. Mit-chan. Taka-san.

He couldn’t even remember their faces anymore.

Strangely, though, he remembered the voices. The voices of Mit-chan ordering around happily, Seiya-san lamenting about being abandoned, and Taka-san comforting him. At that moment, he heard it echoing over the noise of the lively "Kamitsure".

Gin and tonic, beer mug, wine glass.

He wondered what it would taste like if he drank with them.

As he thought about that, Mishakuji touched the can. No matter how many times he tried it, it always tasted awful. After exhaling, Mishakuji leaned against the wall.

"Hey, Sukuna-chan."

"Yes?"

"Hurry up and become an adult. Then you can join me and have some drinks."

Rather, Sukuna looked back at Mishakuji with a serious expression. He looked worried.

"What? Are you drunk already?"

Mishakuji chuckled.

"Maybe so. Master, a blackcurrant orange."

He put down the empty can of gin and tonic and said cheerfully.

[crimson-mage-02]

Ultraman Rising

To The Stars and Beyond

Chapter 1: Bitter Reunion

Summary: Ken Sato has come back to Japan from LA to assume the role of Ultraman. While fulfilling his responsibilities as Ultraman, he has taken in a baby kaiju he discovered when Gigantron escaped from the KDF. Unexpectedly, he encounters his childhood friend and crush, Mireya Sayuri, an aspiring artist and photographer. However, their friendship is strained. Will their bond be reignited, or will it develop into something more?

A/N: Posting this again on Tumblr! This is my very first Ultraman Rising fanfic, I do hope that you will all like it as much as I do! After watching Ultraman Rising on Netflix, I became obsessed with Ken Sato and I just got started to write my own fanfic!

Anyway, enough of me babbling, please do enjoy reading my fic! There will be more chapters coming up soon! Hope you'll enjoy this fanfic as much as I do!

He was exhausted from looking after the baby. He was tired! Baseball, practice, watching over her, and making sure she gets fed. She does everything a human baby does! They never stop! He sighed deeply as he walked out of the elevator. A small smile crept onto his face as he discovered her peacefully sleeping in the basement. He took a sip of his coffee after a moment. Ken looked at the time from his watch and saw it was only 7 pm.

Ken pondered his options while the baby was asleep soundly. “Ken, if you want, I can watch over her, and you have some time for yourself.” Mina offered.

His eyes widened slightly and turned to the smooth orb beside him. “You sure, Mina? I don’t mind staying a bit longer.”

“I am sure. Go have some time for yourself.” Mina replied.

Ken pondered over the thought and glanced at the baby before sipping more of his coffee. A break wouldn’t be so bad. He shrugged. “Well, uh, I guess I would have some me time then. If something does happen, ping me.”

“Of course.” Mina nodded before turning her full attention to Emi.

After an hour of preparation, Ken rode his motorcycle around. He longed for Japan - the lights, the scenery, the food, everything. He cherished it. It was also where he met his first friend. He often pondered about her whereabouts and well-being. He parked his motorcycle in front of a museum.

Ken took off his helmet and entered wearing a baseball cap. He preferred not to attract attention when out. While he enjoyed his fans, sometimes it became overwhelming. He sought out places with fewer crowds. He strolled through the museum displays before heading to the art section. Ken grinned at the memory of accidentally spilling paint on his best friend, who then retaliated by splattering some on his face. He noticed photographers capturing a painting.

He stepped aside, allowing others to view the painting. Ken tilted his head to get a better look. His smile widened upon seeing a painting of a traditional Japanese temple surrounded by cherry blossoms at night.

Turning to the side, he noticed a lone woman gazing at a painting of the night sky with comets streaking across. He stood quietly beside her, appreciating the artwork in silence.

In the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar woven keychain on a purse and caught a glimpse of her face before she turned away to look at another painting on the wall. Ken reached out but hesitated, not wanting to draw attention from the other people inside. He clenched his fists in his pocket. Kenji walked around the bench and lowered his head. He wasn’t sure whether he should talk to her after everything he had said during their childhood. Her name was Mireya Sayuri. She was his first friend in Japan, and she never judged him for who he was. And he never judged her for who she was.

He once saved her from bullies who were mocking her for looking different. Kenji defended her from all the bullies, and they became the closest of friends. They used to play together constantly. Even their mother’s scheduled playdates before he moved to LA. One day, he felt remorse for hurting her feelings and never had the opportunity to ask for her forgiveness.

Ken managed to sneak through the crowd, deciding it wasn't worth approaching her. He observed her heading towards the painting of the temple he had seen earlier and then noticed the signature in the corner. She had fulfilled her dream of becoming a painter. He smiled proudly and admired the painting once more. This was her night, her special event. Ken turned around and unintentionally collided with a server, his eyes widening as the drinks spilled on Mireya's dress, ruining her special night.

All of the guests gasped in shock and the security guard came to her aid. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” Ken immediately apologised.

He heard her softly sigh before their eyes finally locked. He found himself captivated by her brown eyes. He was about to say something, but she glared at him. “So, you came here to ruin this event because you heard I was here?”

Ken frowned, taken aback by her fearless demeanour and then scoffed. “W-What? No!”

Mireya rolled her eyes and left even before he even attempted to apologise. He groaned lightly. “Dang it! Mireya! Reya, wait––“

“Sato-san! Can you please sign my autograph?”

“Could we please take a photo together?”

Ken found himself surrounded by fans and guests inside the museum. Just as he longed for some peace, he also looked forward to reuniting with his childhood friend, who had grown into a successful and talented artist. It was shaping up to be a long night for him, and he yearned to return home, away from the bustling crowd.

Hours later after returning home, he looked through the albums that his mom put together. Ken chuckled when he saw a photo of him and Mireya playing at the beach, playing baseball with his dad. He brushed his fingers against the photograph with a wave of nostalgia.

“Hey, Mina?”

“Yes, Ken?”

Ken closed the album and set it on the floor next to him. “Did––Did you know Mireya had to move?”

“I am sorry, Ken. But I didn’t know that she moved away.” Mina replied.

Ken sighed softly and rubbed his eyes, stood up to his feet and rested his hands on his hips. “Ugh, I ruined her special night and now, she won’t talk or look at me now.”

“Perhaps, you should talk to her again and apologise to her,” Mina suggested.

Ken scoffed softly, shaking his head. “No, after tonight, she might not want to talk to me at all. Besides, she has her own life and I have my own.”

(~)

Ken winced in pain and massaged his shoulder. His game today was not going very well. He could barely keep his eyes open and couldn’t catch the ball. He was still exhausted after watching over the baby kaiju in the containment unit.

Right now, he could use a nice and cold bath to––“WHOA!” Ken stopped his bike when he saw Mireya right in front of his house and he was gonna crash into her if he didn’t stop in time. “What the hell, Reya?!”

“Don’t call me Reya.” Mireya crossed her arms.

Ken sighed sharply before taking off his helmet and running his hand through his hair. He chuckled nervously. “Hi.” He sat on his motorcycle in silence before he glanced at his house. “Do you...I don’t know, want some curry? I could cook. Just like the way our moms cooked––“

“I came here to give you all these,” Mireya said interrupting him and grabbing a box filled with his old childhood toys and books.

Ken frowned. “What? Wait, Rey––Mireya! Please, look I am sorry about the other night. I-I didn’t know that you were back in Japan. I-I missed you.”

“Missed me? After everything you’ve said?” Mireya asked, clearly hurt by what he had done. “You said you wouldn’t be friends with someone like me. Well, after seeing you on TV, I would not be friends with a cocky, selfish, ignorant, hot-tempered and egotistical man like you.”

Ken scowled, overwhelmed with anger and frustration before releasing it all. “Well, I wouldn’t like to be friends with someone who left without saying a word and abandoned me! You didn’t even bother to tell me, your only best friend, what was going on! Maybe you were just too afraid to even say it to my face!”

Silence and tension filled the air as his eyes widened in shock and dread of what he had said. Mireya gasped in shock at his words, which only served to worsen the situation. Ken's shoulders tensed; his eyes filled with guilt looking into Mireya’s brown eyes. “Reya, oh my god, I––“

Before he could apologise, he was slapped by Mireya in the face hard. He looked back at her as she breathed heavily and walked back to her car. Ken watched her drive away in her car before he let out a frustrated yell and kicked the ground in anger. Could his life get any worse?!

Later, following his brief interaction with Mireya, he released some tension by practising baseball swings in the basement. The confrontation during today's game and their argument only fuelled his emotions further. Ken shouted out and swung his bat until the virtual simulation vanished, leaving him facing the infant's and Mina's worried gazes.

He breathed heavily and steadily, then closed his eyes to calm himself down. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”

“It is alright, Ken. I understand that your reunion with your childhood friend wasn’t all that you hoped for.” Mina said.

Ken shook his head. “It’s fine, Mina. It was my fault. All I do is make her even more mad at me. She’s different now, Mina. She was shy when I met her. Now she’s feisty, stubborn and well, hard-headed.”

“And so, did you like her back then?” Mina wondered.

Ken sat back down on the couch before looking back at Mina. He opened his mouth to answer her but didn’t get the words out. He sighed softly and buried his face in his hands. He remembered he had a crush on her. Okay, a huge crush on her. And looking at her now, god, she looked even more beautiful. Talented and feisty.

Ken leaned back on the couch and nodded. “I...I did. But that’s in the past, cause we’re not friends anymore after our big fight from earlier. I am Ken Sato, a famous baseball player. I don’t need her or talk to her anymore.”

(~)

The next morning, he fed the baby kaiju before he went for his photoshoot with his team. He needed to look good but still felt very sore after doing his Ultraman duties that he never wanted to do but he was asked by his mom to take up the mantle after his dad retired and got himself hurt. He walked through the hallways before his eyes widened when he saw Mireya was with the photography crew.

Why today of all days?! He sighed steadily and nodded to himself. He’s got this. He can do this. Ken approached the photography crew and greeted them politely before his eyes landed on Mireya who had a neutral expression.

All day he had tried to talk to her but she wouldn’t go anywhere near her. So, that goes to show that she doesn’t want to talk with him. Maybe it was for the best. Ken was in the locker room, taking a break and heard his teammates speaking among themselves and crowded the door.

He raised an eyebrow at them. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Miss Sayuri is in the hallway, check it out. She looks hot!” exclaimed one of his teammates chuckling softly.

Ken tightened his jaw and gazed down the hallways, where Mireya was engaged in conversation with the other photographers and crew members. He noted her outfit and watched as she sorted through some photographs. He could see her dedication to her work and couldn't help but smile to himself at how much she had matured and...become more beautiful. Wait, was he really thinking that? He let out a soft groan and shifted his attention to his teammates, who were also watching her.

“So, you think she has a boyfriend or what?”

“She’s not married either. I see no ring.”

Ken couldn't explain why he felt protective of her. He disliked how other men in the hallways stared at her as if she were a prize. However, he couldn't intervene. He and she were not on speaking terms and were unlikely to become friends again.

“Alright, you lot. Get ready for your photos. Sato, you are with Miss Sayuri.” Coach Shimura announced before instructing the other players to go into separate rooms to go on with their photoshoots.

Kenji turned to Mireya who also looked shocked that she would be the one to handle his photos. He could hear his teammates groaning and muttering in disappointment. He could feel his heart beating rapidly but he shook it off before putting a smirk on his face.

“Hey...looks like we’ll be paired off for the photos.” Ken winked at her. “Looks like we’re stuck together.”

Mireya rolled her eyes. “Mr Sato, if you could follow me please.”

Ken kept quiet and followed her to one of the private rooms. He saw all types of equipment in the room and then saw her laptop filled with photos of the Giants, Coach Shimura and him warming up in the field.

“Wow, these look good.” Ken complimented.

Silence filled the room and he glanced over his shoulder before sighing softly and taking off his helmet. “Mireya. Look, I want to apologise for what I’ve said. It was...uncalled for and I shouldn’t have said it. I was so angry at myself and I...” He sighed sharply. “I’m trying here.”

He saw her turning around with her hand on her hip and leaning against the table behind her. “And I should be apologising for slapping you in the face.”

Ken chuckled softly and waved it off. “Well, I do deserve that slap, though. That was a really good one, I should say.”

Mireya chuckled and bit her lips. “You have changed, have you?”

“Changed?” Ken playfully placed his hand over his chest. “Baby girl, I haven’t changed a single bit. I’m still the same Kenji you knew. But as a famous baseball player, that is.”

Ken heard her chuckling softly and saw her rolling her eyes before he was handed a baseball bat. He stared down into her eyes and realised how much he had grown a bit taller than she was now. He could see her brown eyes clearly and the world just stopped when they stood close to one another.

Mireya cleared her throat. “Um, just stand in front of the paper and we’ll get started.”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll do that.” Kenji nodded and stood in front of the sheets. “So, should I pose or...?”

“Whenever you are ready,” Mireya replied, grabbing her camera.

Ken nodded and posed with the bat resting on the back of his neck. His feet were apart, and he smiled while winking at her. He could tell she enjoyed seeing his confidence. She snapped photos continuously while Kenji switched to another position, holding the bat as if he were about to hit the ball.

After a few minutes, the photo session concluded, and Ken examined the photos with a smirk. “Wow, these are amazing!”

“Thank you, Mr Sato.” Mireya smiled softly.

“Reya, come on, no need for formalities when we do know each other.” Ken grinned at her.

Mireya shook her head with amusement. “You are one to never give up and like to challenge.”

Ken shrugged with a smirk on his face. “You know me too well, Reya. Now, what are you going to do with these?”

“They’ll be printed for the magazine. Later on, we’ll do a group photo with your teammates and Coach Shimura out in the field.” Mireya explained as she cleared up the table until her notebook fell on the floor.

Kenji and Mireya both bent down to grab the book and had their hands touching one another. He looked up at her and saw her looking down at their hands before gazing at him. He didn’t realise how close their faces were. He gulped softly and gazed at her lips, slowly leaning in before he heard a knock on the door.

“Mire? Are you about finished? Everyone is getting ready for the photoshoot in the field.”

“Um, yes we are!” Mireya answered and stood up while rubbing her hands together nervously.

Kenji stood up and passed her notebook back to her gently. “Here.”

“Thank you.” Mireya grabbed her notebook back before putting it back in her bag.

(~)

Later after practice and the photoshoot, Ken waited near the entrance on his motorbike and saw Mireya coming out with her co-workers. He put his hands in his pockets and approached her. “Hey, good work out there.”

“And you too, Mr––Ken.” Mireya chuckled nervously.

“Ah, see you remember to call me by my name. I’m touched.” Kenji playfully smirked at him.

Mireya rolled her eyes yet again before crossing her arms again. “What do you need Ken? The photoshoot is over. You are free to go home.”

“Well, I thought, maybe I don’t know, go to Tonkatsu Tonki, the same place we used to go with our moms. It’s my treat.” Kenji offered. He hoped to talk more and wanted to ease the tension between them.

“Oh, uh, I already made plans with my friends. I’m sorry.” Mireya apologised, pushing back her hair behind her ear.

Ken nodded in understanding and waved it off. “Nah, it’s okay, I understand. Figured you would spend your time with your friends.”

Then he saw a taller man walking up to Mireya and frowned at him, felt a pang of jealousy coursing through his veins and turned to his childhood best friend. “I’m sorry who are you?”

“Oh, I am Daisuke. One of Mireya’s assistants. I heard about you, Ken Sato.” Daisuke introduced himself.

Ken reluctantly shook his hand before turning towards Mireya who smiled awkwardly. He could tell she was uncomfortable and tried to move away from Daisuke’s grasp. He clenched his fists in his pocket and turned to Daisuke. “You heard of me?”

“Yeah, also, great game out there. It’s a shame no one can see the great Ken Sato continue his game when that monster appeared.” Daisuke chuckled.

“Heck, yeah, it was a great game until the kaiju interrupted it.” Ken remained composed, resisting the urge to confront or physically harm him for causing Mireya distress. “So, you and Mireya are friends?”

“Friends?” Daisuke scoffed. “She and I go way back. The two of us will catch up, won’t we darling?”

Ken glanced at Mireya, who gazed into his eyes as if silently seeking help. He became entranced by her eyes before Daisuke approached her, attempting to kiss her with a smirk. That was the last straw. Ken was about to punch Daisuke until he witnessed Mireya kneeing Daisuke in the groin.

“Oh....why?” Daisuke whined bending down, holding his crotch in pain.

Ken’s eyes widened and a smirk grew on his face. He was impressed by this change and he was proud that Mireya stood up for herself against the guy. In the corner of his eye, he saw Mireya’s friends coming to join in kicking his ass.

Once Daisuke was gone, Mireya let out a sigh of relief and he turned towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder gently. “You okay?”

Mireya nodded slowly. “I will be.”

Kenji watched Mireya’s friends scare Daisuke off. He sighed and turned towards her. “Let me take you home.”

“Oh, no it’s fine.” Mireya shook her head.

Kenji frowned and crossed his arms. “Seriously. It’s the least I could do.”

“I hope you are aware that I can look after myself.” Mireya mirrored his stance with her arms crossed.

Ken grinned, appreciating her sass and determination. He knew that she would be stubborn to ask for help. He chuckled and shook his head in amusement before stepping closer to her, just a few feet apart. “Well, I do not like you walking home alone.”

Mireya huffed and turned to her friends who silently encouraged her to go with him. He smirked before chuckling softly. “Your friends seem to agree with me.”

She rolled her eyes and ran her hand through her long hair. She couldn’t believe what was happening right now. “Fine! Fine! I’ll go with you. Only to get you to get off my back.”

Ken smirked triumphantly before grabbing a spare helmet from his motorcycle. It was a small white helmet and showed it to her. “Here...A spare helmet so your pretty head won’t get injured.”

She grabbed the helmet from his hand, and he chuckled in amusement. Ken donned his helmet and mounted his bike with her behind him. “Okay, hold on.”

“To what?” Mireya raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you trust me, baby girl?” Ken winked at her, teasing her.

The response he got from Mireya was a slap on his head. He let out a breathy chuckle and revved up his bike. “Just wrap your arms around my waist. And I promise I won’t let you fall, baby girl.”

“Don’t call me, baby girl.” Mireya huffed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

The strength in her arms almost made him lose his balance on the motorcycle. He was unsure why his heart was racing. He released a calm breath. Ken focused on safely taking her home. “You might wanna hold on and navigate me where your house is, okay?”

Ken drove through downtown and returned Mireya to her home. He parked his motorcycle in front of her house, removed his helmet, and then turned to assist her in dismounting. “Nice digs.”

“Says the guy you live in a mansion across Tokyo Bay.” Mireya took off the spare helmet and ran her hand through her hair.

Ken chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. He did own a house overlooking Tokyo Bay, appreciating its tranquillity. It was preferable to his residence in LA. He glanced towards Mireya's house and whistled. “Your house has style. I like it.”

Mireya chuckled softly and crossed her arms before sighing softly, looking up at her house with a soft smile. “Yeah, it is nice.”

Ken smiled and strummed his fingers on his helmet. He rubbed his neck. “So, uh, yeah, great work. For the photoshoot, I mean. Guess, I’ll see you again?”

“And have your face be the first thing I would ever see? How lovely.” Mireya said sarcastically before walking inside her house.

Ken chuckled with a grin on his face. “Baby girl, you do love to destroy my ego, don’t you?”

He saw her turning around with her hand on her hip. Ken smirked at her and leaned forward on his motorcycle. He enjoyed riling her up like this. This type of banter reminded him of their childhood and he missed her. He missed being with her and wanted to rekindle their friendship.

“What I do enjoy is not seeing your face all the time and not having you flirt with me.” Mireya mirrored his smirk.

Ken chuckled and shook his head. He relished the banter they shared and admired her newfound sassiness. Once a timid girl, she had blossomed into a bold and self-assured woman. He was also proud that she had come so far in pursuing her dreams. He knew she was a talented woman. “Well, I’m looking forward to seeing you again, Reya.”

[symphonic-scream]

Post

Uhm. Another P5 characters with P4 plot au. This one with Makoto-Goro siblings

I'm off my ADHD meds for a little bit so my mind is running wild again so here's another au.

The wildcard is Akira/Joker here. He's staying with Sojiro and Futaba while his family is on a world traveling cruise for a year.

Star is Morgana. He's, more like P5 Morgana. A cat.

Magician? Futaba! She's basically Inaba's only tech support, and takes a lot of crap for being so "obsessed" with something that's "ruining the youth"

Chariot Ann for this one. She plays volleyball, moved to Inaba the year before, has a girlfriend back in Tokyo. She's hoping to get to see her at tournaments.

Priestess Yusuke! His mom, Sayuri, runs the Inaba Gallery, which holds cultural art and pieces about the town's history. He has been spending more time running tours since her illness has spiked. (Transmasc Yusuke)

Emperor Ryuji! He's misunderstood. Wants to protect his Ma, but everyone just sees the violence they saw in his dad. He's also coming to terms with being bi

Lovers Haru. She's a celebrity chef, taking a year off from being a baking show host after a ton of threatening letters, and a break in while she was away from home. So she's staying with her Uncle Munehisa Iwai and cousin Kaoru, helping out at their airsoft and hunting shop

And. Fortune Makoto. But gimme a sec to explain that one

Instead of one detective Prince? This au has TWO!! The Detective Princes, the Akechi twins; Goro Akechi, the charmer, runs a sweets blog, the Hunger Arcana. And Makoto Akechi, the silent broodier twin, the lonelier brother, the Fortune Arcana

Now let's talk specifics. Makoto is AFAB, female at birth. After their parents up and left, Makoto started pretending to be Goro's brother to be "safer". Then, it felt good. But, not quite right. (Non-binary Makoto.) They haven't thought about it since they started binding and taking T, at 15. There's other issues at play

Makoto doesn't know who they are anymore. All anyone sees of them is Goro's twin, the little brother, the shadow to the much more beloved Prince. They swallow down anxiety pills each morning, trying to erase the shake they feel in front of the camera. It doesn't ease the sting of their brother's harsh words

Goro wears his outfit from canon. Makoto has a similar coat, but instead of tan it's dark blue. Black pants, black boots to his black dress shoes. No headband. Less bangs. They keep their hair shorter than Goro's. To help pretend to be his brother. It's choppy, a little wild, and when it's wet from the rain it sticks up all over. They have a custom Breton style cap (it's like a police cap), it's dark blue, black, has a bright blue fist on the part where a badge would go.

They start to split more and more as the story goes on. It really strikes when Makoto starts at Yasogami, and Goro continues on playing the adult. After Makoto is saved from the TV, they move out of their apartment, living in the spare room in the Kitagawa home

Anyways that's the outline under the cut will be extra stuff I've come up with

Makoto, post being rescued, lying out by the Samegawa riverside, late at night, hat beside them just. Watching the stars

Haru lies beside them. Doesn't say a word. But, she takes their hand

Makoto: ...do you think I'm doing any good with the group?

Haru: of course you are, why would you ask that?

Makoto: ...

Haru: oh, your fight with Ryuji.

Makoto: it, did he say it was a fight?

Haru: he seemed upset like it was one. What happened?

Makoto: ...he asked me out. But, I don't know, it didn't feel right. I can't tell what he thinks I am, *who* he thinks I am. But, I know it's not who I want to be

Haru: he doesn't think of you as a girl. None of us do

Makoto: but he sees me as a guy.

Haru: ...and that's not you? You're neither?

Makoto: I'm, that's an option?

Haru: oh, you isolated little baby queer

Makoto: wha

Haru taps at their bound chest a little: you like this, right? The binding?

Makoto: yeah. I always have, it's why I started the hormones. But,

Haru: are you worried they'll turn you into someone you're not?

Makoto: it's silly, cause, I like what I've gotten. But,

Haru: but it's enough?

Makoto: it's enough,

Haru: hey, did I tell you I like girls?

Makoto: no?

Haru: mm. Cause I like girls. But I also like, non-men. And some men, selectively.

Makoto: oh? So, you know about this stuff?

Haru: I do. So does Akira, and Yusuke, and even Ann. So, we could talk to Ryuji over time, get him to understand some stuff, if you were interested in trying with him. We could do so regardless

Makoto: ...he's not, my type. I, I think I also like non-men. Women too.

Haru: hm, fancy that

Haru, flirting

Makoto, densest motherfucker in Inaba

Haru: how about this? I can start using neutral terms with you, see how you feel? Maybe ask Yusuke and his Mom to do the same?

Makoto: that, sounds nice. I'm, going to talk to my doctor. Lower my, T. A little bit.

Makoto at school, quiet and pensive, in the male uniform with their cap, hands in pockets, just standing by the stairs, looking at their boots

And Haru slides over, hand to their wrist, smiling all pretty, and Makoto softly smiles back

Their whole class thinks they're dating lmao. The whole school thinks so

Ryuji: ...ah, so I wasn't his type to begin with. EFF,

Yusuke: hm? Oh, Makoto-senpai wishes to be referred to with gender-neutral terms. You weren't *their* type to begin with

Ryuji:

Ann: YOU KILLED HIM LMAOOO

Akira: rip Ryuji

A little skip. To them being in Relationship together

Makoto lying back on Haru's bed, knees off the edge, coat thrown off, black turtleneck riding up just enough to hint at abs. Haru sits on their lap, work apron tossed aside, the dark button-up having a few buttons undone at the bottom, a few at the top. She's holding one of Makoto's hands to her thigh, just under where her skirt rests, the other is on their stomach. Makoto's remaining hand is buried in bright curls, and they're panting, Haru giggling as she sprinkles kisses to their jaw

"Your, your uncle- when will he,"

"We still have a little time, don't worry. I woudlnt put you in a situation where he'd try to kill you."

Makoto's mind is spinning so fast. Only thought being "Haru". Haru is having fun turning her stiff little detective into affectionate mush

And, when her uncle does come home,

Munehisa: hey, you didnt tell me you had a boy over

Haru: uncle, this is Makoto! ***They're*** helping me study for exams!

Munehisa: ...uh, okay? Just. No funny business with my niece, okay?

Makoto: Y-YES SIR

So. Yeah

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For some context also read my Enchanted series. Leo and Sayuri’s first meeting!

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Somewhere Only We Know

Part 1 | Part 2

Ivanna Lucia: i’ll be at dance around 1800 tomorrow. wait for me?

Raph smiled, quickly typing out his reply on his computer.

Hagrid Jr: Sure :)

Ivanna Lucia: goodnight! :3

Ivanna Lucia’s avatar disappeared from the server and she was officially offline. Raph sighed, laying his head against the apex of his spinning chair and staring at the ceiling. The way she would use small caps and her sense of humor sent a heat spreading across Raph’s plastron and all over his face. He shut his eyes forcibly, trying to zone out his own embarrassment towards his recent… feelings. When he opened his eyes again, he began to wonder just how did it turned out like this.

A few months ago, Raph walked in on Donnie who was re-watching Harry Potter: The Sorcerer’s Stone and found himself finishing the whole thing with Donnie at the kitchen table. You could only imagine the amusement Donnie had when his normally shut-in, tough-acting, and stoic brother began asking him questions about the movie as it played. And not just basic questions — but inquiries so specific and thought-provoking that Donnie had to stop himself from debating each and every single one of Raph’s points. He knew he would absolutely obliterate his red-clad brother, but for the sake of preserving Raph’s newfound interest, he abstained from doing so.

That’s when it began. As time passed by, Raph ordered thrifted copies of all the seven books of the Harry Potter books. He even read the scripts for Fantastic Beasts franchise and The Cursed Child. The guy simply couldn’t get enough. Who would’ve thought that this brute could plow through not only literal walls but through everything literary about Harry Potter in less than two months? Plus, he was able to keep his newfound interest from his brothers, except for Donnie of course.

So come mutation day when all the turtle brothers would gift each other presents, Donnie set up a computer just for Raph and installed for him Harry Potter: Magic Awakening, an online game where you could live out your own Hogwarts adventure.

Three days into the game, Raph met user: Ivanna Lucia, a first-year Hufflepuff with his own user: Hagrid Jr., a first-year Gryffindor. They met at Dance Club and they were the only two users on the server. You could say that they literally danced the night away. After reaching a Level 5 on Cloud Drop Waltz, they eventually accepted each other’s friend request and struck a conversation in their own private chat room.

Ivanna Lucia: hey! i just got invited to a quiz… do u want me to send u an invite?

Hagrid Jr: ok

And so it began. For many nights, Raph and user Ivanna kept in close contact. From duels to dances and escapades in Diagon Alley to adventures in the Forbidden Forest… Raph and his new friend became quite the unstoppable pair. In less than three months, they managed to reach Year 5 and then… it happened.

Ivanna Lucia: hey, we’ve been playing together for a long time… i’ve been thinkin…

Hagrid Jr: yeah?

Ivanna Lucia: we both live in nyc… do you wanna idk… meet up?

It took hours for Raph to reply back. A part of him wanted to enthusiastically say ‘yes’ and finally behold the face behind the avatar he had been imagining for months and another part of him just wanted to shut the game down then and there, and forget all about it. In truth, the prospect of meeting user Ivanna terrified Raph. He was a mutant turtle behind the guise of a male teenager avatar in a fantasy online game. She was an actual human who goes to university and plays gigs at bars. In his mind, Raph already knew the outcome of this prospective meeting and he did not like it one bit.

Hagrid Jr: I don’t think it’s a good idea. Sorry.

Ivanna Lucia: no worries hahaha

Raph was definitely worried. Especially when user Ivanna didn’t log in for the next five days.

Hagrid Jr: hey are you ok?

Five days ago ———————————————————-

Hagrid Jr: We’re still up for that quiz right?

Four days ago ———————————————————-

Hagrid Jr: Ill be at dance around 1800

Three days ago ———————————————————-

Hagrid Jr: Where r u? Im at the duel

Two days ago ————————————————————

Hagrid Jr: Are you mad at me?

Today ————————————————————————-

“Raph!” Donnie barged into his room. “We gotta go! Leo’s got his eye on a live kidnapping on some girl!”

“Are ya serious right now?!” Raph sighed glancing at the chat room, hoping a reply was waiting for him.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Donnie fumed, with Raph’s recent surge moodiness and Leo’s recent shift of focus, he was already on the brink of insanity trying to hold everything together... “Maybe I can tell Miss Sayuri Mizuno’s family that we couldn’t save her on the account of your little spat with your online girlfriend! Can we go now?! Oh my god I never thought I would ever say these words to you…”

Raph would never say it out loud but out of all his brothers… he fears Donnie the most.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃

Asa groaned, his messages staring at her from her screen — guilt eating at her from the inside out.

Hagrid Jr: Are you mad at me?

Two days ago—————————————————————

Asa couldn’t put into words what she felt. Of course she was mad at him, but at the same time… it wasn’t his fault. She tossed her phone aside and sought refuge under her sheets. Her brown-black locks were splayed across her pillow case, forming a halo around her face.

Ping.

It wasn’t user Hagrid Jr., but a message from one of her bandmates. She felt a little disappointed that it wasn’t user Hagrid Jr… he had been offline for two days now and had stopped sending messages. She felt even crappier when she deduced that it must be because she practically ghosted him. Asa sighed, setting a reminder on her phone. She’s going to apologize later, and she’s isn’t going to compose her apology last minute. On the bright side, her band’s gig at Seb’s had been canceled because of a conflict in scheduling��� which meant a rewatching of the Half-Blood Prince with a mug of hot cocoa.

Ping.

Asa opened her phone so swiftly that she nearly knocked off her computer from her bed.

Pretty Lily 🪷: Hey, do mind getting my computer at my apartment for me?

Me: i seriously thought you were dead for a minute there

Pretty Lily 🪷: I’m sorry! Nursing school has really been a thorn in my side 😅

Me: okay, english lesson part 64, nobody says ‘thorn in my side,’ it’s ‘pain in my ass.’

Pretty Lily 🪷: Please 🥺

Me: gurl — i was literally just about to watch the half-blood prince

Pretty Lily 🪷: I’ll buy you boba next time we hang out on campus 🥺

Me: fine 😑 you’re a pain in the ass sometimes, you know?

Pretty Lily 🪷: You’re an even bigger pain the ass and I love you, ya know?

Me: man, i’d make a good english teacher. they’re on demand in japan, right?

Pretty Lily 🪷: 🤣🤣🤣

Me: where r u btw?

Pretty Lily 🪷: Weill Cornell

Me: you on clinicals rn?

Pretty Lily 🪷: Nope, I’m a patient

Me: your careful ass is a patient? what the hell did you do?

Pretty Lily 🪷: Well— I was kidnapped 😅

Me: that i can believe

Pretty Lily 🪷: Can you just bring my laptop over, please? 😑

After quickly putting on her headphones, a sweater, and her Doc Martens, Asa headed straight for a door and headed downstairs to hail a taxi.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃

“Hey,” Asa announced as she entered into the hospital room. In the corner, seated upright among the pristine sheets. A girl looked up from her journal, busying herself with a sketch.

“You’re a lifesaver Asa,” she sighed as Asa pulled out her laptop from her satchel… and a matcha milk tea with egg pudding, extra boba pearls, and half sugar.

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Alright Mizuno, keep it in your pants,” Asa chuckled as she poked a straw into her own order and sat at the edge of her bed. “Anything else you need, Sayuri?”

“Nope!” Sayuri grinned, closing her journal. From the corner of her eye, Asa glanced at the unusual sketch as it disappeared under its leather cover. It could just be the illusion of shape and light… but for some reason… it looked… inhuman.

“What happened to you, anyway?” Asa sipped at her drink.

“I was coming from a date with this new friend I made at the Asian mall—“

“And he offered you some candy and you walked right into his van?” Asa smirked.

“Oh hahaha,” Sayuri rolled her eyes. “For your information I was with a girl friend, her name’s April O’Neil.”

“That name sounds familiar for some reason—“

“She’s a reporter from Channel Five. I was helping her with a segment on Asian businesses. I got home late and the bad guys were already waiting for me at my apartment.”

“God— good thing you did karate, right?” Asa tried to humor her.

“That didn’t help one bit,” Sayuri sighed. “I was knocked out before I could even put up a fight.”

“How did you get out?”

“I was —“ Sayuri paused, as if carefully considering her words. A smile graced her lips as her hand fondly grazed over her journal. She was remembering something, and this did not go unnoticed by Asa.

“I was saved by… a-an agent of the NYPD,” Sayuri composed herself. “He had been staking out my area for a while and he happened to be there when I was kidnapped.”

Sayuri sighed.

“He tracked me all the way across Brooklyn Bridge… and he caught me as I fell off that helicopter…”

Asa looked at her quizzically. Sayuri was in a daze, her eyes were glossy and her lips let a breath with a sigh.

“… and held me as we fell into the Hudson.”

“That—“ Asa swallowed some boba pearls and swirled her drink. “Is some Romeo and Juliet shit, right there. Wait… You fell off of a fucking helicopter? Are you okay? Did you have a concussion? Is this where all of this is coming from?” Asa gestured to her dreamy state.

“Firstly I did have a concussion and I’ve recovered it thank you very much,” Sayuri replied. “Second, I got a few broken ribs and the scar on my forehead won’t probably go away anytime soon. Third, I’m not… really ashamed of feeling this way. He was caring—”

“Yeah,” Asa rolled her eyes. “Because it was his job and you’re a hottie. Give your heart a break. He’s going to be nice—“

“It wasn’t niceness!” Sayuri interjected. “Niceness is smiling and doing favors, because you want something in return. This was kindness. Trust me, when you’ve lived with nice all your life… you learn to look for kind.”

“Okay I believe you,” Asa smiled as she sat beside Sayuri and leaned against her shoulder. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know. Disappointment’s a bitch.”

Sayuri turned to Asa.

“You’re upset,” Sayuri remarked softly. “And it’s not about my thing.” Asa sighed.

“Asa, in the year that I’ve known you, I’ve learned two things. One, you’re a performer but you hate it when the spotlight is on you and not your singing. Two, you like to lock up your heart… and if I had to guess… it’s because someone you loved… let you down. Listen… you know that you can tell me your problems too, right?”

Asa stared into Sayuri’s iridescent, pale-grey irises. She really was a beautiful girl… sincere, brave, kind. If that agent of the NYPD had any brains, he would be here right now begging for a date.

“You’re not going to ruin your snarky, tough-woman persona for the one moment you let you really give heart your heart a break.” Sayuri assured her as nudged her shoulder.

“Fine,” Asa relented, avoiding her stare. “A few months ago… I started playing — this game… online Harry Potter game. And well — I met this… g-guy.”

Asa looked at Sayuri who nodded reassuringly as she rested her chin against the palm of her hand.

“And… he’s really sweet,” Asa sighed beginning to recall one of their many conversations…

Hagrid Jr: Your off your game tonight, you ok? you really sucked at that last duel

Ivanna Lucia: ur quite the charmer, aren’t you? -_-

Hagrid Jr: I didn’t mean it in a bad way

Hagrid Jr: Your usually so good at duels that bombing hard like that just happen to make me notice

Ivanna Lucia: wow i feel so much better

Hagrid Jr: Your extra sarcastic tonight, so I definitely know your upset.

Ivanna Lucia: ya think?!

Ivanna Lucia: first of all it’s ‘you’re’ not your. second, i did have a crappy day okay?! i failed an exam by a point, so now i have to work extra hard on the finals to bring my grade up. third, some drunk threw a beer bottle at me while we were performing and i had to pull glass out of my arm! give me a fucking break!

Asa remembered shutting her computer so hard that day that she thought she heard her screen fracture under impact. She didn’t have the courage to log back on until the following day. As she took on challenges in the Forbidden Forest, she couldn’t help but glance repeatedly on her socials notification that was marked with that prominent red circle. After taking on the boss beast after so many attempts, Asa finally found it in herself to open her messages.

Hagrid Jr: Look, I kinda used the wrong words back there and… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to set you off like that. I know cause I kinda do it to my brothers, sometimes.

Hagrid Jr: There’s nothing much I can do and we’re technically strangers but… you mean a lot to me so I just want to let you know that even if ya cant change your crappy day… your feelings will change and hopefully for the better.

Hagrid Jr: You’re worth is not defined by that exam and you’re potential is definitely not determined by that no-good- low-life who drinks just to feel somethin.’ Maybe you’re a serial killer… hell if I know— but if you were ever true and from what I see… you’re an amazing person.

Hagrid Jr: So in the event you get your ass online, meet me for a team duel. NYC’s top spot is still up for grabs.

Hagrid Jr: P.S. check your decks, I think you’ll find something you might like.

He had gotten her Percival’s deck, the most lethal hand of charms and curses you’ll ever need to defeat any opponent and it comes with quite the price tag.

“He asks me about my day, he cares if I’ve eaten or not, he tells me when I’m sleeping too late, and remembers my deadlines,” Asa sighed, shaking her head. “This guy… is unlike any other I’ve known — and trust me I’ve had my fair share of assholes.”

“Nearly a week ago…” Asa gulped. “I asked him if we could meet up… and he said no…”

“Asa…” Sayuri rubbed her shoulder.

“I was just so-“ Asa bit back a sob. “So-so… hurt. I thought — just thought that just maybe… “

“He liked you back.” Sayuri finished. A tear traced Asa’s cheek.

“Now because of these stupid feelings… I pushed him away! And now… he— he’s not sending messages anymore…”

“Asa, I’m sure it’ll be okay if you just talk to him-“

“No it won’t!” Asa burst, and took a breathe. “Look, I come from a line of women who married assholes. My grandfather left my grandmother and started a whole ‘nother family, so she had to move here to make just enough to take care of my mom. My dad used to beat my mom until the day she couldn’t take it anymore and left him. This guy — is not an asshole. I don’t want him to be the one that got away — or maybe I’ll just never have a guy. I-I mean — who needs love…right?”

For a moment Asa just sat there with her knees drawn to her chest and her eyes cast away from Sayuri’s. Sayuri stared at the back of her head. Asa was her first official friend in New York. When they first met, Sayuri remembered being so stunned by her when they first bumped into each other on campus. She has these doe eyes that will make you think she’s a sweet little thing, and then these lips that can light a fire under your ass if you’re not careful. To boot, she also happens to have a set of fists you don’t wanna get in a fight with. She has a dark humor and a bright disposition. She was… a kaleidoscope encased in honeyed skin and darks locks like ocean waves… So how can someone so colorful have such a bleak perception of love?

“Asa De Leon,” Sayuri sighed. “Whether you like it or not… you need love. And you are worthy of it. It doesn’t matter if its from this guy or… from this friend…”

Asa looked up at her.

“Go talk to him,” Sayuri smiled. “Nothing’s set in stone, yet… and I get it you know… about keeping your heart locked up…But you don’t always have to keep it this way.

Asa swallowed.

“Let yourself love, Asa… and if you get hurt… I’ll be here. Your mom and your grandmother will be here. Regardless of whether or not this guy is your endgame, you’re a hottie too. Inside and out. You’ll find someone… and he’ll be right for you.”

Sayuri embraced her slumped form.

“You’re extra sappy today, you know that?”

“And she’s back,” Sayuri muttered.

“You must be really whipped for this so-called ‘agent of the NYPD’… What’s his name, anyway?”

Asa could feel her hesitation slowly slipping away.

“Leo,” she whispered as if it were a secret that would disappear as soon as she uttered it loudly.

“Sounds like a dreamboat,” Asa teased as Sayuri rolled her eyes. They laughed together.

Dusk fell quickly over the city and Sayuri insisted Asa to stay the night. Asa ordered some pizza, sushi and some more boba, and put on Insidious on her computer afterwards. Halfway through the movie, Sayuri was already so blissfully asleep.

When the credits rolled in, Asa was just about to call it a night when she glanced quickly at the app, looking once more for that red circle… for any notification that indicated him.

“God I’m pathetic,” Asa groaned as she finally double clicked on the app.

She opened their chatroom, and took a deep breath in.

And then out.

Ivanna Lucia: hey, u up?

He was online.

Hagrid Jr: hey

Hagrid Jr: u alright?

Ivanna Lucia: d’you mind if we talk?

Hagrid Jr: not at all

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃

How do you think their paths will cross?

Stay tuned for part 2! Let me know if you wanna be on my taglist 💕✨

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OC Ask Game - for @kikithedreamerwriter

Thank you for the ask, my friend! If it's okay, perhaps I could send an ask about Sayuri? 💙

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💀: Does your OC have any phobias?

She has two, actually! Atychiphobia, fear of failure, and autophobia, fear of being alone or abandoned.

🎯: What do they do best?

Well, I don't know if I can give the answer of 'biting sarcasm and insults' 😅 But I would also say that she's the best when it comes to anything scientific - well, next to Donnie, of course. She's amazing with experiments (both chemistry and engineering), and tends to serve as intel or works with Donnie in creating new works, such as Metalhead.

And of course, you have her gun. Laser gun.

🎓: How long have you had the OC?

Six years, actually, since I was 13! Andi originated as a self-insert and as a way for me to vent about my feelings regarding my parents, my insecurities, and everything else that was going on in my angsty teenage brain.

Eventually, she became her own character with her own story and dynamics with other characters - and became the girl we know today. 😌

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Thank you for the ask! 🩷

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the only watercolor painting i made in my watercolor class that i didn't hate

[ID: A watercolor painting of four bottles arranged in a horizontal line on a kitchen counter. The two middle bottles are on top of a book. The first bottle is a light pink color and has a white label. On the label there are some pink and brown flower shapes, as well as hiragana characters and the word “Sayuri”. The second bottle is a blue cube shaped bottle. It is shorter than the first bottle. The third bottle is a rounded shape and mostly covered by its white label. There is blue text on the label that has hiragana on the top, then the word “Premium” in thin text and “Nigori” in thick text. At the bottom of the label is a small blue flower and the word “Kiza”. The fourth bottle is a brown bottle with a gold cap and a white label. There is a drawing of a red, four-eyed monster-like face and some unreadable lines approximating characters. The book in the center beneath the second and third bottles has the spine facing forward. The spine is blue and in white text it reads “Benshoff Monsters in the Closet”. Some of the cover is visible and it has a green and yellow background as well as a simplified figure of a white man wearing a suit. There is reddish-pink text on the cover that is faded but reads “Monsters in the Closet”. The background of the painting is a brown flecked kitchen counter that matches the wall behind it. The slightest corner of a white sink can be seen in the lower right of the painting.]

[coutelier]

Irongate - Tomb of Childhood

~1600 Word excerpt from WIP~

Isolated. Cracked black windows with their curtains hanging outside, fluttering in the wind. From a distance they might have looked like banshees. Even up close, in the gray of night, this house was not inviting.

“Doesn’t look like anyone’s home,” Sayuri observed as the van’s tires squelched and slid in the mud, coming to a stop at the end of the dirt path up.

“Yeah,” Kaya leaned forward next to Chance, “if we do find this kid, what’s the plan?”

“I was thinking,” he said as the engine cut off, “as you’re here, one of you three should try and talk to her.”

“Why us?”

“Well, because you’re, well, women.”

“Oh, so our maternal instincts will just naturally emerge?”

“It’s just a fact that she’s less likely to feel threatened by you than by a couple of bad ass detectives. We might just scare her off again.”

“Well I’m sure there was a point there somewhere,” Kaya sighed, turning to regard the other women. “So, who’s the least threatening?”

“I can be threatening,” Sayuri insisted despite her pink ripped tights and dress. “Sometimes, I’ve worn a baseball cap backwards.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. Everyone can tell you’re a rebel.”

“My brother’s scared of me,” she reminded her.

“That’s true,” Kaya conceded, “Jenn can be scary too, but not physically. So I guess good news - you’re going up there first.”

Jennifer sighed and pointed out, “we don’t even know she’s here. We should all go up together and look around.”

They all agreed that was a better plan, although rather than go straight in the house Chance wanted to look around it first. Flashlight beams pushed back some of the inky darkness in spots as they swept, only for it to instantly sweep back. At first there wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary; flowers, mowed grass, a tire swing, shed. Next to the shed were some archery targets.

Yelping Sayuri leaped into Kaya, something rushing through rustling a bush.

“Relax,” Kaya said, holding onto her, “it was probably just an animal, right?”

Sayuri only then realized the position she’d gotten into, her body pressed against Kaya’s, able to feel the other woman’s chest rising and falling against her own. Her cheeks flushed seemingly from embarrassment as she separated herself. “R-right,” she said, flustered. “Sorry everyone. It’s just I’ve got this feeling like someone died here.”

“I think they did,” Daramy told her, his flashlight landing on an oval mound of earth about six feet long.

“Looks like a grave,” Kaya said.

“And freshly dug too.”

“Well now I know this place definitely is haunted,” Sayuri sighed. “Feeling a lot better. Thank you.”

Chance assured her, “it’s just your survival instinct kicking in because you’re in an unfamiliar place and its dark. I promise there aren’t any ghosts.”

“Okay,” she picked her stress balls out of her jacket, “now you’ve said something about survival which suggests there potentially is danger here.”

He shrugged, “there’s potentially danger everywhere.”

“You are all really bad at this.”

Ignoring her he recalled, “’they are the murderers.’ That’s what she told us. I assume she meant Benji and Oliver - they were both Silver Bow mercs.”

Sayuri asked, “but what would they want out here?”

“Well Alvin Stag has been looking to expand his empire. Meridiem already own most of the land around here, but the person here was refusing to budge.”

“Not enough just to be successful,” Kaya sighed, “they gotta keep growing. But only a cancer grows indefinitely so now their greed is slowly killing us all.”

“We can talk about late stage capitalism later. Right now this is still a murder case.”

The door to the house was already open. They came in through the kitchen Daramy leading and searching for the light switch, finding that there was still power. So at the very least those things weren’t currently hunting them but it did look like someone had got here ahead of them; the windows were all smashed, shelves toppled, the TV lying face down in the living room.

“Someone trashed this place,” Chance astutely observed, “thieves?”

Kaya pursed her lips, shaking her head, “it doesn’t look like they took much.”

Sayuri was drawn to a pedestal and small arch shaped indentation in one of the walls. Inside there were stone figurines with short tunics and togas in dancing poses holding bowls and cups. “These look like lares,” she said as Kaya sidled to her.

“What are those?”

“I guess they’re a little bit like ujigami.”

“Oh. Right,” Kaya nodded until she caught Sayuri’s look. “Yeah I don’t know what that is either.”

“They’re like gods or spirits that take care of a certain place, or a family.”

“Seems like they didn’t do a good job,” Kaya left her to the fallen statuettes, noticing Jennifer in the hall peering up into a void above. “Where are you going?”

“It’s a little girl we’re looking for,” Jenn said, “her room will be up there.”

“Well don’t actually go up on your own.”

The three women ascended, creaks and moans from the stairs. They found what was surely a child’s bedroom, a thin film of dirt and dust over fallen rubber and plastic dinosaurs, a few stuffed toys sagging uncared for on the bed.

There was a computer which Jennifer started to boot, bringing some life to what was really just an echo of a child’s life, as Sayuri leaned down to pick up a raggedy red doll with an eye-patch. “This is whole place is like a tomb,” she sighed, “but Chance is right; I don’t think there’s anyone here.”

Jennifer wasn’t finding much on the computer. A few games, websites visited; mostly stuff about dinosaurs and space and dragons. Attempts at art of said things. Standard kid stuff. “I think whatever happened to her must have happened suddenly.”

“Check this out,” Kaya lay on the bed with a pink notebook she’d found. “Lots of girls keep a diary. This one makes battle plans. Batman, Captain Marvel, The Doctor; she makes notes of all their weaknesses and vulnerabilities. The Night King entry is just a whole page of ‘ha ha ha’.”

“Well,” Jennifer looked to the dinosaur display; the paper trees, ground, and background the girl must have made herself. “She’s creative.”

“Yeah,” Kaya put the notebook down and lifted another book from the end table. “Hey, you used to be really into this,” she said handing it across to Jennifer whose fingers began to gently brush the faded gold leaf lettering. That Witch Which…

Jenn had seen the first animated movie with her father when she was twelve, not long before he was gone. She’d fallen in love with the series, but Kaya was never interested. She thought it was childish and silly and wasn’t into that sort of thing anymore. Jennifer never understood why anything they’d enjoyed together before became suddenly wrong. She supposed she’d just wanted to stay a kid.

“They’re just stories,” she said, putting the book down, “stories for children.”

“Remember when we were convinced the old lady who lived on the corner of your street was a witch?”

“I-I don’t-“

“You must do. One time we tried to sneak in when we thought she was out. We found what looked like a Victorian nursery but in it was just this really tiny horse in a dress eating all the furniture. We-“

“Stop!” The keyboard jumped on the desk as Jennifer slammed her fists down. The other two looked strangely at her, not expecting such an outburst. She owed an explanation, but was still sorting it out in her head when she began to speak. “It… i-it’s not like when this is over we can just go back to how we were. You’ll go back to your life and I’ll go back to the lighthouse.”

“We can stay in touch,” Kaya promised her, “talk.”

“About what? We have nothing in common anymore.”

“You still like Star Trek, right?”

“It’s not enough,” Jenn sighed. “We just… we live in different worlds now. I’m only here because of my father.”

Kaya narrowed her eyes, looking away. “You know, no matter how many times Angela beat you, you still stood up to her. But now you’ve just given up? You’ve decided you’ll just spend the rest of your life alone.”

“I can’t take being abandoned again.”

“Fine,” Kaya got up, “I’m going to check if the Dibbles found anything. You can just stay here and wallow.”

Kaya stomped out, leaving Jennifer in the room with Sayuri who felt like she’d just witnessed a family argument at a friend’s and wasn’t sure whether to leave or not. Her loyalty was to Kaya - she barely knew Jennifer at all. But in the circumstances no-one should be left on their own, and Jenn did look so alone with her arms folded across her knees and head buried.

“Are you okay?” She asked. Jennifer turned her head just slightly. “I gather you two kind of grew up together, but then you fell out?”

Jennifer’s back shoulder’s rose and fell as she mumbled, “I want to still be mad at her, but she keeps being so nice, and funny, and likable - it’s infuriating!”

“Yeah - she does drive people crazy like that.”

Jennifer lifted her head, looking curiously at Sayuri. “Why don’t you tell her?”

Sayuri looked curiously back. “Tell her what?”

“That you’re attracted to her. I know she thinks I’m autistic, but even I can see it.”

“I, er,” she tugged at her necklace as if it would provide an answer. It did not, so she settled on, “I don’t she’s ready for that. Definitely not now while all this is going on.”

“If you take too long,” Jenn sighed, “she might end up leaving you behind too.”

[thewolfinsideyourheart]

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

[usagimen]

 ( hc // meta )  Like most shikomi’s, Sayuri was given the option to utilize her strengths. While some girls would learn to sing, dance, perfect the art of tea ceremony, she excelled in dance. Under the rigid guidance of her aunt, Sayuri became renowned in her apprentice years for moving with an ethereal nature. Most dances that a shikomi will learn && then transition to maikohood will work on the smaller muscle reflexes, fine tuning them, thus while the movements appear slow it takes a great amount of dexterity for a maiko to appear floating or weightless. Just because she is a dancer does NOT mean she is weak, in fact, prior to martial arts that is where her strength came from.

   Coming from a sheltered world, Sayuri found joy in music, she liked the angsty alternative scene && pop music that made her feel connected to those around her. The bright yet flashy clothing, glamorous idols, but most importantly the intense movements that were far different from what she was taught. Plastic Love is a homage to just that, the freedom behind such current trends && the ever shifting landscape of everything disco / pop. Heels are integral for her, the first set she ever wore were basic mary-jane style in black with a modest pump. Her cursed energy flows downwards as she will vocalize, how she harmonized her body to react is that of water, everything shifts into the balance as she breathes && feels each emotion within the gut.

   Her CT is that to be shared && represents the integral core of who she is, unlike her inherited technique that distorts reality to bend all perceptions. In the Past Arc, she sheepishly explains that PL synchrinizes to whoever she is with, when paired together, they will have a five percent critical hit. How does Sayuri know this? Simple, she is proficient in mathematics enough to be considered a walking calculator. This was not done because of her own desires but to utilize every second, minute, to hour in combat for the most efficient yet sure route. Due to the nature of her bound hounds, it caps the limit, when they are free from constrictions && harmonized with a dance partner, PL will increase by 10 percent. In JJK0, she demonstrates there is no need for a partner, she can use it solely to boost herself, but it’s fun to dance together. The drawback? This made her an extremely attractive ally in the Culling Game, which didn’t end well for anyone who thought she was easy to use.

      Unlike the training grounds she lived in while honing her body, Sayuri practiced endlessly by merely spinning, moving, dancing as much as she could - it is the life that brims within her. Her passion && natural beauty that ekes through, PL is very much the soul of the God Hand Sorcerer, she feels free whenever her body moves. The genre style will also change to fit her partner’s preferred style of dance, it’s extremely rare to not see her smiling when synching together, one can also feel the residual energy from her. That bright flame that is so scorching but feels warm, like the midst of a summer day that is never ending, pleasant && pure. Altogether, her CT did stem from the genuine desire to connect, her benevolent nature && the natural playfulness she carries.   Just for fun, this is the version (ex.) of Plastic Love that Sayuri enjoys the most.

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

Vanilla-Madarame

*I note anytime I see an unvoiced conversation.

**I can only react to what I've seen. Which means some things will be talked about later or earlier than usual.

If Ann could kick him from across the table, she would.

Nobody's going to be near Morgana tonight. Not with all those beans.

Unvoiced conversation.

The whole buffet getting food is unvoiced.

Fish, dessert, meat and rice 🤨🤨. Fish, meat and rice would be noraml on their own, but add in dessert. Maybe if it's a savoury one.

Unvoiced table conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

If Ren doesn't eat well, what does he eat then?

I really hate that you have to switch from caps. Most keyboards know to switch after the first letter.

My first playthrough, my name was in all caps. So, every time someone said my name, it looked like they were yelling my name.

"Don't you have school tomorrow? I'm tired, so let's go to sleep". 🤣🤣 Morgana is definitely a cat.

Igor sounds real thrilled.

Unvoiced conversation.

Principal potato and her 🙄🙄.

Mishima doesn't know personal space. I may not like him, but at least he doesn't leak your record with ill intent.

No phone call after meet-ups. (Forgot to put that in the first part).

Unvoiced conversation.

The mini cactus used to be bought at the flower shop Shibuya? I think they moved it to the Shinjuku flower shop.

Also, there was a record store instead of a sports store.

"A prize would be great"! So would not dropping dead from a heart attack, Morgana.

Elizabeth as a possible answer 🤣🤣.

The sun on Ryuji's shoes.

How'd Morgana get up there?

I don't know what it says about me, that I prefer Akechi over Makoto.

The thing on the top of the screen is different.

The car sounds are different.

Same with the ending battle noise.

Unvoiced conversation after winning.

I like to play the options in Mementos differently depending on person. For people who didn't do much, I let them go. For others, they get a harsher option. Unless it requires a softer one. Sometimes the harsh option isn't right and your teammates tell you to ease up. There are some people who deserve the harsher option.

Now I remember why I took Morgana out of the lineup.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different wording on the question.

Different answer.

Different test questions.

Morgana won't let you get it wrong. Also makes you redo all the questions if you miss one.

I always thought there was a time limit on choosing answers.

That font is weird.

Different questions and no essay one.

Different questions.

Different questions.

They stuck Maruki right in there.

Unvoiced conversation.

How does anybody not hear Yusuke's keys jingling?

I like the cat picture.

The 16th became a Maruki question.

Unvoiced conversation.

Why is the train conversation not voiced?

Unvoiced conversation.

So who put the request up?

That painting is beautiful.

If Sayuri is not Yusuke's mom's name, then where does it come from?

Unvoiced conversation.

If you break the smashy nearest the skylight, the first time, you enter Madarame's palace. It will never grow back.

No smashy on the top thing when you enter.

No, "Hey, that looks stronger than what I have. Mind if I use it"? Line.

No shadows when you walk in.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

I think Yusuke should've said that from the start.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

I like Tokyo Emergency.

They changed it from a Shiisaa to a Ame-No-Uzme with Frei.

I really wish they made those lasers easier to see.

I love that the controller doesn't register Ren's movements sometimes, so you just run into the lasers. Well, on Royal, that is. I don't know if this problem came from Vanilla or is Royal exclusive.

I prefer if Morgana has kitty teeth, instead of human teeth.

Less lasers where the grappling hook would be used.

They added more lasers to implement the grappling hook, so Ren could do dramatic flips. 🤣🤣 I love it.

I don't think I've gotten that smashy behind the statue. Unless I have and don't remember it.

Different wall colours, different layout, more enemies.

Unvoiced conversation.

There's only an enemy on Ann's side.

Morgana's just casually dancing on top of the gold vase.

He backflips instead of reeling back and saying "Damn it".

Ryuji had 8 bullets. Royal has 3.

"They run very fast". With what legs, Morgana? They more float fast, or fly fast.

If you can convince one to join you. My dude, they join you no matter what. You don't have to convince them.

Added a saferoom. Wait, they just moved it up.

Different layout.

Different layout.

One enemy instead of two. Make that 3.

Stairs leading to where you would use the grappling hook.

Damn, enemies are jumpy! Kinda reminds me of Strikers.

Treasure Demons were weak to more than one element?

Also, how can you see the weakness without trying out all the elements?

3 enemies instead of 2 and a red one.

Red shadows spawn 5 enemies? I was expecting Shiki-Ouji.

Treasure chest.

A button behind the painting.

I love how they stop you from tagging the saferoom till after you check out the gold building.

Different sound for the pretty doors opening.

Unvoiced conversation.

I didn't get a Shiisaa till Okinawa in Strikers. I don't think it's in Royal. (It's not).

Unvoiced conversation.

How tired can you be that doing a crossword is too much?

No matter what Ryuji says or does. He is a true friend.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different wording.

Ann's acting🤣🤣.

She just pulls him in. 🤣🤣.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

I love the couches. They look so comfy.

Ann saved Yusuke from being called fried tofu 🤣🤣.

Shadow in front of the statue isn't a red one.

Different layout.

4 enemies instead of 2.

I love how if you turn around in the vents, you can see that there's nobody behind you. 🤣🤣.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

There's Shiki-Ouji.

You get Media instead of a blank skill card.

I wish you could turn off the lasers in Royal. I have trouble seeing them even with Third Eye.

I will forever love when you're being chased. He just kicks open the door. 😍😍😍.

What is that encounter rate for Treasure Demons?

I love how multiple enemies come out of red shadows.

He presses buttons with the side of his fist/wrist.

Paintings did not change.

Different layout.

I'm not sure how you hide behind those cushy couches.

There's more bathrooms? So they took out the other bathrooms.? And a shadow is just waiting for you in the lady's room?

I see where the second will seed was added.

The door's not hidden.

Different layout.

Different layout.

Different layout.

Nice camera view.

How early do you get Harisen Recover? In Royal, it's Rank 6 or 7.

You're running on fumes by the time you end Madarame's palace in a day.

So many fucking shadows at the end.

Unvoiced conversation.

They moved the hook room across the palace.

I thought the calling cards were made of thicker paper.

I think they stand further back in Royal. Or maybe it's a different camera view.

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

What the fuck? He goes from paintings to dude, back to paintings, back to dude. So a 4 phase fight. Fuck me. And I thought the Royal fight was tough.

(NG+ you just bum rush the second phase with 3rd sem weapons and hope he doesn't get a lucky hit or crit in. 4 clones taking pot shots at you is kinda dangerous).

Ren swearing is cute.

My first playthrough Yusuke died and I didn't heal him, so Yusuke didn't get to see Madarame get defeated.

Unvoiced conversation.

"We have too many dudes". "Shall, I dress as a woman"? 🤣🤣.

One whole question instead of a three-part question.

Unvoiced conversation.

Uh, Maid Watch 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️. Why is Sweet playing? That just makes it even creepier. I wonder how this scene goes in Japanese?

Great... Makoto 😠😠😠.

Unvoiced conversation.

That uniform is ugly.

Who thought to put purple and yellow together?

Slight different question. I misread Herlock as Hemlock.

Royal added the "punish me more".

Added a third option in the velvet room.

Morgana won't let you keep seeing the movie. 🤣🤣. Oh, but if Ryuji wants to see it. He'll let you go.

Rainy days, when the Treasure Demons come out to play.

Same theme, different question.

Did they tone down Takemi's sadism a bit?

No R.5 romance flag unless they moved it in Royal.

I've never used the patches Takemi sells. I just use items or spells to heal.

Why does the crossword take up a time slot?

"We'll come out more charming than before". I don't think you're going in the bath with me, Morgana. Maybe he's talking to the player?

"You're even more handsome than before". So, I guess he's going to knock Akechi dead, then.

Unvoiced conversation.

Never tell your friends about Mementos Missions and not do them. They'll never leave you alone.

I mean, Morgana does the same thing. But I can live with him. I don't like constantly getting texts saying "We should go to Mementos".

They added the "I carry Morgana in my bag" thing in Royal.

Ren probably has a beefy left shoulder.

Different question.

"I feel like I can call whenever I want since I'm full of Guts". 🤣🤣

And Sojiro doesn't find it odd that you're using that phone?

"I don't have any friends". Says the man with three friends and a cat.

Yusuke just invites himself.

No extra conversation with Ryuji about changing uniforms.

Either the music randomly cuts out or the video I'm watching got copy righted.

How can he tell if you're a patient or not?

No romance flag for R7.

First, Sojiro tells you, that you don't look half bad. Then, Yusuke's talking about you broad shoulders.🤨 Does everybody want you?

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Different question, similar topic.

Unvoiced conversation.

How the fuck did we only dream in black and white until colour TV was invented?

Unvoiced conversation.

Unvoiced conversation.

Madarame's palace- Multiple sections are different. Prefer Royal.

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