#every time I see anything with 'kuro' in it now I think of you haha

[makur0]

No Nut November?

synopsis — they’re drawn into this daring challenge, all hoping to win. but who really has the guts to do so? [various enstars! x gn! reader]

featured characters — kuro kiryu, hiyori tomoe, shu itsuki, mika kagehira, mao isara, izumi sena, niki shiina, madara mikejima, adonis otogari, jun sazanami, tsumugi aoba, rinne amagi (phew a mouthful haha)

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. rough sex, jealous sex, cunnilingus, use of toys, penetration (both reader and character recieving), some hard dom! chara some reader, reversed role, sexual frusturation, teasing, degradation, face sitting, crack in some, fluffy sex in some, all of them being absolute whores (including me lets not lie)

author’s note — CROWD CHEERING IM BACK TO SMUT Y’ALL (tbh i failed the challenge like a week in but never actually opened that up bc... yeah.) and special thanks to all my mutuals for the characters, lol (these skanky-ass whores are kinda... mmm)

word count — 3559

Give it up for Rinne Amagi y’all, for he isn’t trying to win. I swear this man has no intention of going clean for even twenty-four hours, what makes you think he’ll do it for a whole month? In fact, just to piss off all of the contestants he’ll drag you into his room and go feral on you. Good thing Hiyori and Kanata had decided to bunk at a different dorm (they probably saw this coming) or else they would see Rinne fucking you into his mattress, your tear-stained face shoved into the pillows as you moan shamelessly every time he slaps his pelvis against your ass. Calling you dirty names, leaving handprints on your ass, hickies, bruises and even broken skin littering your chest and shoulders. He literally turns you into a dumb stuttering doll as he pulls countless orgasms out of you, soaking his bedsheets underneath you and generally creating a mess. Which he’s honestly aiming for. Riling up all those so-called ‘clean’ people and making them regret their choice for accepting the challenge. It’s in his nature, after all, to stir up chaos.

Oh? You were planning to participate in the challenge too? Well that has him even more hyped up. He’s gonna scramble your mind (and insides) so much that you’ll be so fucking glad that you didn’t take up the offer and instead stayed with him. If he can make you feel this good, why throw it away for such a shitty gamble that you wouldn’t even gain anything from it?

I don’t think it’s quite obvious, but Jun Sazanami would have lost within the first day. He may have a bit more dignity than our favorite redhead, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a horny teenager at heart. Dragged into this mess by Ohii-san and taunted by him, he was really set on winning it, poor man. He only realized his fault as soon as the first day, when he went out with you. Jun really couldn’t help himself as he would constantly steal looks to your body, feeling himself heating up even more than usual due to the challenge itself. (Literally why are you the most horny when you want to become clean?) I feel like he won’t just fold you and start rutting into you like a bitch in heat— well to be honest i want him to do that— but he’ll secretly jerk off away from the prying eyes of his friends, in hope that people wouldn’t notice. Frantically fisting his hard-on, his other hand desperately muffling his moans, as he comes for what seems like the third time that night. Imagining that it was your hand around his cock, pumping his seed out, and your tongue licking up all of his cum. Goddamn- he can’t escape from your hold.

Of course Hiyori finds this out, but Jun isn’t really all that pissed about it... at least he can fuck you now without worrying about this stupid challenge anyways. 

Talking about him, Hiyori Tomoe wouldn’t last either! Definitely hypes himself too much, proclaiming that he will win this challenge easy-peasy. But that’s him talking when he gets pussy/dick almost every night. Even going as far as teasing his friends about it, catcalling them, but soon enough he’ll be eating those words when it hits him that he can’t call you. At least, to call you to meet him at his room again to do their almost-daily quickie. And what?! He can’t even masturbate too??

Somehow he gets through the first week (with him grinding against his sheets softly I may add- which unfortunately made the man even more needy) but it soon turns to be futile as every time he lays eyes on you, dirty fantasies fill his mind. Damn the challenge; why can’t he just have you sit on his cock in public, your nice little hole drooling over his length as you grind impatiently against him? You look so cute in those clothes anyway... 

And when you get irritated? By god he’s spiraling. He wants- no, needs you to peg or ride him until he’s seeing stars. Losing his sanity by the second, he’s shoving you into the nearest bathroom stall, impatient to finally get off after so long. And please do help him... he’s been good for a week, right? A whole seven days! He surely deserves a treat, no?

As a joke, Madara Mikejima would take on the challenge fully knowing that he’ll loose... so why? Just to see your face when he announces it? He’s fully aware that you can’t handle the sexual deprivation (even more so than he), so you’re devastated when he tells you his plan. Of course this is all just to see you break and whine to him just so he can tease you about it, but not just yet...

You couldn’t keep your composure for even a week, so soon enough Madara finds you getting off to your toys, trying to keep your loud moans at bay. He doesn’t bite for a minute or so, but once he sees your blissful face once you come undone on some fucking silicone something eats at him. Within a second he’s towering over you, throwing that slicked-over toy and biting at you with a tight smile that clearly tells you that you’re in for it. He’s being extremely petty over getting jealous by a toy, but he’s set on making sure that nobody, not even nothing can make you feel as good as he is right now. Surely, with the way you’re screaming his name for all the neighbors to unfortunately hear, right? And the way you’re convulsing on his cock, pushing him to fuck you even harsher and deeper, yeah? In the end Mama set you up for a trap but he fell in it instead... but really, what does it matter when in the end he has you fold for him?

Poor Tsumugi Aoba, trying so hard for the sake of... what was it exactly? Did he hopefully write it down? Anyways, there’s no shot that this baby wins with all the work stress he’s under. How can he lose you, his main source of relief, for an entire month? He’s likely one of the few people who took the challenge but realized the struggle, so as soon as he’s starts he starts drowning himself in even more work, as ironic as it sounds. It’s successful... for what, the first week and a half or so? But there’s only so much work to be done. He somehow burns through a whole month’s work in a span of a week, and comes up with nothing after that. That’s when the real struggle happens.

It’s almost like he’s death-staring you as he sits with you at the dinner table, but in reality he’s having a mental conniption. All of his walls melted like ice thanks to the lack of distraction, and he’s trying to stop the flow of dirty, dirty thoughts about you. His dick getting hard within a snap of your finger, his face getting flushed and hot, it doesn’t take long for you to connect the dots and mentally sigh. Usually Tsumugi would listen to you thoroughly, but as soon as the words he wanted to hear slipped out of your lips he’s pressing against you like a dog in heat, apologizing profusely as he fucks you right over the table. And he’s likely going to keep you there for a good hour- this man has stamina. Prove me wrong >:(

Kuro Kiryu is struggling because you are. See, if he didn’t catch you biting your lip in frustration, rubbing your thighs together subtly, even ghosting your hand over your sex, he himself wouldn’t feel himself getting hot and hard. What’s turning him on is your sexual frustration... which later on would definitely put it to good use. Unfortunately for him though, he’s still tied into the challenge so he has to at least try. It’s probably the worst two weeks of his life as he tries not to fold your sleeping figure next to him in bed, instead going as far as staying up through the night and taking out all his frustrations on a poor sandbag (I’m telling you, by the end of it his dick his harder than that lmfao). Yes, he loses. Halfway through November, itching for some intimate touch, he nearly praises the lord above when he catches you playing with your sex like a bitch in heat, hurriedly trying to get off. 

He’s your man, so of course he has to help you! Just thank him by spilling your loud whorish moans into his ear as he fucks you on the cold bathroom floor, the heat radiating from both of your sweating bodies competing with the hot shower steam. His pent-up energy is either a blessing or a curse to your poor body, because he’s not letting go of you until he’s come at least... be real. Five or six times. And plus I’m normal about breeding so of course he’s watching his thick cum seep out of your hole, decorating the already-white marble tiles. He can’t help but take a picture for masturbation food, seeing your slicked-over hole and ass pairing with the purple, red, and pink marks he proudly left behind. Is he ashamed of losing the challenge? Honestly a bit during post-sex and when he finally has reason... but he’s learned so much that he wouldn’t know before. So it’s a 50/50 for him.

Shu Itsuki struggles because you aren’t. The Shu Itsuki, the self-proclaimed best artist, a man of culture, is frantically trying to calm down his raging hard-on as you waltz away from him, perfectly fine and calm?? No no, it should be the tables turned! You should be the one begging him to please you, and he should be scoffing at your brazen behavior! But no matter how much he wishes it to be this way, your lack of attention, sexually, has him bucking into his expensive sheets, whining into his already-soaked pillow as he tries to get himself off. I feel like Shu is the type of person to train himself to control his sexual desires when you’re not around, taking extreme caution to not to try to come over anything but you. Oh how it bites him in the back now, frustrated tears falling from his lilac eyes as he can’t bring himself to reach an orgasm even once. And he’s not the type to use toys, as the traditional man he is, so there’s nothing in his house that could accommodate to his needs. So he’s, in the worst time possible, stuck.

Finally dropping his pretentious ego, he comes to you as a whiny, horny flustered mess as his obvious hard-on pokes through his pants. You can’t help but coo at his helplessness, teasing him bit to further rile him up. But you can’t have your pretty princess wait for too long, or he’ll actually lose it. So give him a good hard fuck, riding him or pegging him it doesn’t matter, and break him over your lap until he’s a babbling flushed mess. Because of how sensitive he is you have his watery cum staining your slacks, feeling the cool liquid touch your hot skin, but you could care less as you please your baby <3.

Mika Kagehira is adamant on making sure nobody finds out he’s cheating. Who is he kidding- a person who basically lives on your quickies almost every day wouldn’t survive this challenge. But you just look so hopeful as you turned to him to win, genuinely thinking that he’ll succeed. So for your sake he’ll stay quiet, although it’ll probably kill him that he won’t be able to feel you for a while. All he has to survive off of are shitty sex toys and every once in a while plushies that permanently smell like you, so it’s definitely not the best but it could be worse.

But out of all people (although looking back he was relieved) you were the first one to find out that he was cheating all along. Walking into him whining against his pillows, grinding his dick into the cum-soaked sheets as a vibrator was shoved into his ass at the highest speed. You’re frozen in your spot for a good minute, trying to process the scene in front of you, before your wrenched out of your thoughts as the male moans out your name quite shamelessly, gripping onto the ropes he wrapped around his wrists for the thrill of the burn. He was so far gone that he couldn’t even care who walked in on him, which, good for you, could enjoy the show a little bit more before you intrude on his session. So there you are, sitting at his desk, staring at the writhing boy pleasing himself at your name. Around ten minutes pass by, and Mika’s looking pretty worn out so he reaches for the remote. But before he could shut it off you suddenly appear on him, resting your hand over his. The poor boy is flabbergasted, trying to come up with some silly excuse before your other hand is rubbing dangerously close to his dick. Even after all the orgasms he’s had he feels himself getting hard again at your touch, and soon enough wanting more like the spoiled whore he his. But dear me, he’s expecting you to be nice to him especially since he hasn’t had you for so long. He broke his promise after all, didn’t he? Hope he doesn’t mind a bit of pain...

To be fucking funny, Niki Shiina would have won. So hard. Just the way his mind works has him thinking about food all the time, and of course your one of his favorite snacks but somehow it hasn’t brutally affected his sexual deprivation. Somehow. Butttt of course you go and screw everything up. Just like Rinne you fucked the whole challenge... but why is Niki doing it??? Who the hell convinced him to do so? And just ditch you? Nope, not on your watch. You’re gonna make sure he looses, and hard.

He only realizes your intention halfway through, but it’s too late. Because of your influence his dirty mind is turning everything sexual, and it’s pushing him over the edge. He’s pretty much had enough. So, completely disregarding the challenge, he manages to corner you and outwardly express his aggravation, throwing a tantrum like the little kid he is. You simply laugh at his antics, dragging a finger across his collarbone and... wow, you can’t remember what happened after that. All you could focus on was how harsh he was shoving his face into the sheets. The high-pitched whines and moans did not match at all with the brutal pace he set on you, destroying your insides. All you could do was grip on the sheets for dear life, your pupils blown wide and face extremely flushed as Niki fucked into you like a dog in heat. If you didn’t have the pillows masking your sight, you would’ve seen the man have tears streaming down his face in pleasure, his lips stuck in a pout as he watched your hips bruise under the iron grip he had you in. For such a soft guy, he sure is rough... tenfold if he was pent up. 

Izumi Sena would be close, but not enough to win. Without you he definitely has the mindset for it. You would think he would get so frustrated by his model workload but ironically it’s what keeps him sane. Give him more than a few days off and his mind will be in the gutters in no time, no matter how much he tries to resist. But the gods seem to be on his side for the entire challenge (how he learned of it, who knows. why, confidential i guess) because the more work he got the less he talked to you. Of course you two contact on a regular basis but nothing more than a short, sweet call or texting each other for minutes at a time. It seems to be enough for him, at least. Whereas you, with a much much higher sex drive, is crying in your sheets. You just want to get off so badly and that’ll just be the end of it, but with the cocky idols teasing you and the haunting nightmares of Izumi being extremely disappointed in you helps you hold off... at least for now. You’re not sure if you can hold it out for any longer.

Fortunately for you, unfortunately for him, the Knights had an ‘emergency’ and he was called back to Japan a week before he was scheduled to leave. The emergency in question was just a lost Leo Tsukinaga, which was solved in no time, but that left Izumi back with you in person while there was just one week left in the challenge. And oh boy did you use that to your advantage. You couldn’t wait when the two of you were alone after the whole fiasco- in fact within the next day the man woke up to your naked figure sitting on his chest, tracing your fingers along his collar. With that and his usual morning wood, Izumi’s sanity and patience snapped like a twig. Flipping you over and immediately pushing inside of you, he’s plowing into you like a starved man, which he is. All of his manner, ego, and common sense is thrown out the window as he moans and curses into your chest, trying to go faster than the pistioning pace he’s already setting on. He’s reduced to a horny teenager, saying how much he missed you and your hold, even coming within the first minute of fucking you. But as soon as he has that post-orgasm mindset, and realizes what you’ve done to him with a flushed angry face, he’s not letting you go for the rest of the day. Be prepared to call out from work tomorrow, because he’s gonna make sure that you get more than what you bargained for.

Mao Isara perseverance is so godly I’m jealous of this man. ...Ok, maybe he acts like a teenager with a middle school crush around you during this challenge, but that doesn’t mean that his common sense and rationality is leading him the right way. But major kudos to the President himself because he’s balancing the stress of work and deprivation for an entire four weeks.

Like all he gets itchy when his time is almost up, and almost loses when he has a sleepover with you, seeing your slumbering body so flush and close to him he’s immediately getting hard. But no, for the sake of his reputation he has to continue, just for a little while. Then he’ll get the prize he’s drooling for. He’s jumping on you, asleep or not, and shoving his face into your sex as soon as his phone says December 1st (which he has been checking several times). He missed your taste and smell so much, he literally comes into his pants as your scent hits him like a brick wall. You’d be waking up to him devouring you from in between your legs, already waking up disoriented and, frankly, now needy. But don’t worry- he’s not letting you go anytime soon until he quenches his thirst and has you come several times for his pleasure. Even after that he’d be fucking you into the mattress, babbling about how much he missed your tight hole and thanking you so much for being patient with him, wrenching out an almost high-pitched moan every time he empties his overloaded balls into you.

Adonis Otogari has the most control over himself so of course he’s one of the very few winners among these horndogs of idols. By no means does he win for boasting rights or to tease the others, but he genuinely believes that it’ll impress you- I swear this boy will jump on any opportunity to see your face light up in excitement; he lives for it. So if this challenge will have you jumping up and down in joy, he’s down.

Minimal struggle. Of course he wakes up with the occasional morning wood, but calms himself down within an hour or so before Koga points it out and shit crashes and burns. Further into the month he has to use more... creative ways (I swear this man is willing to bathe in ice cold water to get his dong to freeze up and feel nothing) but somehow he perseveres as everybody around him starts dropping like flies. And when that clock strikes twelve on the last day of November he’s on cloud nine. Fortunately you’re with him at this time, so he doesn’t waste a single minute to drag you into bed and indulge in you for the remaining nightly hours. Instead of being rushed, harsh, and overall needy (although he is don’t lie), he’s going to take his sweet time and remind himself the pleasure he gets from either fucking you nice and slowly or eating you out so that both of your minds are reeling. He survives, but don’t expect him to do this again anytime soon.

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[clothyume]

Forgotten Homework Episode 5

 (Ten minutes later)

Shu: How are you feeling, Kiryu? Has your motion sickness subsided yet? 

Kuro: Yeah. I’ve recovered enough to move around. Sorry, for causing trouble…

Shu: I expected this might happen while we were driving. And it's humiliating to walk around next to someone looking so green

Here, drink some water. Staying hydrated should relieve your motion sickness

Kuro: R-right. Thanks. Since when were you so prepared? 

Shu: I should have told you beforehand, shouldn’t I? Waiting for you to recover would have been a waste of time, so I did a quick survey of the area

I found a vending machine, so I bought water while I was at it 

Kuro: Right. Sorry for making you do everything. Even though I just dragged you into this…

Shu: Hmph. Now that I’ve accepted the job, it’s up to me as an idol to do it properly 

If you’re going to apologize, wouldn’t it be for not being able to do this job? 

Kuro: I don’t know how to respond to that. I don’t want to use my motion sickness as an excuse 

 *Glug glug*... Phew, I’ve regained my spirit. Alright, let’s make up for the late start

Itsuki, you said earlier that you investigated the area. Do you know where we are? 

Shu: The address is written on the vending machine. So I have some idea of where we are 

It seems we haven’t crossed the prefectural border. Although, that’s as much as I can gather from the address

Even if I know the prefectures, I couldn’t tell you the cities, towns and villages inside them 

Kuro: I see. Well, if we can figure it out quickly then we won’t have to worry  

As for how we’ll get back to ES, we’ll think about it while we walk around here 

Anyways, walking around like this together with you is really nostalgic. We haven’t since elementary school, right?  

Shu: I think that’s an exaggeration. I’m sure we spoke together to some extent while we were at the academy 

Kuro: Talking, maybe. But not spending time together shooting the breeze like right now 

Shu: …I suppose. We must have spent a lot of time like this when we were in elementary school 

Kuro: We had no choice but to go our separate ways in middle school 

For some reason, wandering around this residential area makes me think of all the times I played outside with Icchan 

Shu: Hmph. Unintentionally I thought of the same thing 

Though I had more fun learning how to sew with your mother than I did playing outside 

Kuro: Haha. My mom would say it’s unhealthy if you don’t play outside, so you came out against your will 

That said, you were surprisingly feral when you came out

Or I should say curious. Flying birds, leaves flowing down the gutter. Just chasing after anything that caught your eye

But your stamina was well below average, and you’d get so exhausted you’d whine things like “Ryu~kun, I can’t move anymore”

Shu: I never said anything so spineless! Stop falsifying the past! 

Kuro: I’m not falsifying anything. Everyone saw it when we played outside, me carrying you home on my back, right? 

Shu: That much is true. Though I was crying for a different reason

I was crying because you’d manhandled my favourite doll without my permission 

Let me correct you and say that it wasn’t because I had played too hard and couldn’t move 

Kuro: Is that right? But, wasn’t there a reason I was being so rough

Every time we went outside you always had that doll with you 

Ah, that’s right. I guess the class bully had his eye on you 

We ran into him every time we went out to play. He thought it was gross for guys to play with dolls, so I got into a big fight with him 

So the usual pattern was the doll ending up in pieces, and you would cry after all  

Honestly. You were a troublesome crybaby back then, Itsuki 

Shu: I was a delicate child, I wasn’t suited to your violent antics 

Children at that age are more beasts than humans. They don’t appear to have critical thinking 

Kuro: Honestly, I was a kid that didn’t think about consequences. All I could think about was protecting you and that doll  

What was it again? I remember trying to protect your doll like that once and getting scolded by my mother

That time I remember you were crying even worse than usual…

Shu: …That was likely the bicycle affair

Kuro: Huh? Bicycle…? 

Shu: It was the time when that rotten classmate had taken my doll and made his escape on his bicycle, remember? 

We couldn’t ride bicycles. It was evident that we couldn’t catch up 

Still, you vowed to get the doll back and chased that fool around, while I followed, exhausted. As a result—

Kuro: We got lost, didn’t we? Not only that but we got separated

Shu: You abandoned me, and chased him wholeheartedly  

Kuro: That’s how I remember it too. We really faced the consequences that time 

I didn’t get the doll back. I’d lost sight of you. I ended up in a place I’d never seen before at sunset

Shu: In the end your mother found us lost children and everything was okay 

The doll was also retrieved by your mother with the right contact. Your mother really was a woman I had respect and affection for 

Kuro: …That’s not how the story went for me, though 

Shu: Fufu. I suppose it’s not unrelated that you suddenly started learning to ride a bicycle after that 

Kuro: I was so frustrated. It would have never have happened if I’d just known how to ride a bike  

In the end, no matter how much I practiced, I still couldn’t ride a bike  

Shu: I think it's rather unusual to even get nauseous on a bicycle… 

Kuro: You still can’t ride a bike either though? 

Shu: I don’t recall ever having said I wanted to ride a bicycle in the first place. I only accompanied you at the time because you wanted to practice 

Kuro: Yeah, yeah, I guess. Jeez… Even though all we’re doing is walking together, I keep remembering all the times when I was a stupid kid 

Shu: Kakaka♪ Being childhood friends is troublesome eh, Ryu~kun 

Kuro: It really is. I’m glad Tetsu and Kanzaki aren’t here. Otherwise they’d probably ask a lotta uncool things 

Shu: Things like the whereabouts of that kanji test you secretly hid from your mother♪

Kuro: Stop digging up things that I’d completely forgotten about…

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5YL Ep7 Motion Comic:

Some quick thoughts from the episode in which I found tons of affinity on. (Link to watch at the bottom of this thingy).

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This episode presents a dilemma which I personally have a bit of personal fascination on. If you have a character that is all powerful, should they, or should they not ascend to godhood?

There are 3 characters I love in this world, Flash, Iron-Man (with less direct comparison in this instance), and Ben, all 3 possess the means to shape the world as they like, to exert some kind of weight onto everything else which only they can lift.

Granted Ben, through Alien X far exceeds my other two examples, but the question remains similarly.

If all 3 of these characters are heroes, shouldn't they take the reigns of the world?

Surely their judgment would spare us all, they have their hearts on the right place!

I hadn't typed this out publicly before, but dorky me actually likes to imagine many stories, including ones were my OC has some kind of access to significant power, as a fun wild card in my own stories.

Part of the fun of stories however, are challenges, and in my own, I try to maintain a sense of realism, although in such cases, I do often think to myself...

If I were in that situation, it would be seriously tempting to pull that kind of card, even if for something simple...

"Oh, character is stuck in the past with no way home except a tedious process of gathering all the resources to make a time machine to head back? Why not skip it and pull the Alien X card - or whatever OP thing for whatever example - and literally just go back home?

You were going to do it anyway... In this example the character has the knowledge to fix the problem, they simply made it easy on themselves, the faster they get back home the faster they get back to helping right? They don't have to use Alien X/OP Thing to solve the problem back home, they simply used him to return.

And as small excuses begin becoming bigger, slowly there are less reasons not to use him for everything."

I like Ben calling out "Life" as a good reason not to go through with using Alien X. That level of responsibility exceeds anything anyone should ever carry, as humans I mean. Not to mention the complete loss of reality to everyone else, would things even be "happening" at that point?

Kuro once said that he likes Ben not using him even without any deadlocks as it shows a massive sign of mental fortitude, every time he uses another transformation, he is choosing to be better.

And as contextualized in the comic, as a sign of respect for the symbol of the watch.

One head canon I like to play with is the idea that, "if Ben has full control of Alien X, perhaps as time went on he also acquires all the omnipresence that comes with it, as Belicus and Serena practically aren't involved at all, he could, like Dr. Manhattan, see it all, the whole universe as a static picture, only he doesn't retain the knowledge because it would be too much to handle".

To be honest, I always wondered how other characters would react to Ben having to full control of Alien X, true free control. Previously, they all understood the hassle that would be the arguments needed to make him work, but now?

The Hero of Heroes has always shown excellent judgment, he clearly can be trusted, why not get ahead?

Rook logically supporting the suggestion, or Kevin not understanding why freeing others of pain wouldn't be the instant choice feels right in character for me. And if I were not Ben, but alongside him, I would also feel some degree of pressure to wanting him to spare us all of anything further.

It should be evident by now that I haven't read the rest of the comic, I was actually doing so, and then I kinda dropped it haha, not out of distaste though, far from it hahaha.

I'll definitely get back into reading though, this is absolutely amazing.

Watch 5YL EP7 : The Ink Tank on YouTube

Read 5YL : The Ink Tank Website with multiple reading options.

[kuma829]

Decorate♥Crimson Chocolat Festival Epilogue Two

Cast: Adonis, Koga, Kaoru, Rei, Keito, Kuro, Souma

Author: Yuuki Yoshino

Season: Winter

Epilogue Two 

Koga: Oioi, who even are they!? Is that seriously AKATSUKI…!?

Kaoru: Ahaha! Koga-kun, why are you so surprised? Well, I mean my eyes can’t believe it either.

This is going to be a good competition with how close the results are~

But… I know a lot of girls are going to come see the show. And, of course, I want to win their affections.

Sakuma-san, let’s not lose either.

We’ll show them that guys with a hint of danger are more attractive than guys who whisper sweet nothings in your ear ♪

Rei: Kuku, it seems the flames of your motivation have been ignited.

Likewise, I’m full of energy as well. Soon the sun will set, and night will come. It’s time for us monsters to rise. It’s too late to escape now, for it’s time for us to feast.

Kaoru: Save it for the stage. Aah well, I guess I am counting on you to support me out there, huh?

…Hey Anzu-chan? Didya come here to support me? I’m so happy~ You really love me don’t you ♪?

Huh? I’m not the only one you’re here to support? It’s cuz you got off work and so you’re here to cheer everyone on?

Ahaha, I wish you’d say it was “only me” you’re here for, even if it’s a lie… Huh? You’ve got one more thing to do?

Eeh?! What’s wrong Anzu-chan! Why’d you suddenly bow your head like that?

You’re sorry for causing a misunderstanding…? Eh? Isn’t this about Adonis-kun?

You don’t need to apologise, Anzu-chan. It was my fault, afterall, for making such a big deal out of some miscommunication. 

I’m glad everything is going well, y’kno? Plus Adonis-kun is back to normal—or I guess, now he’s bustling with energy after getting chocolates from his juniors.

Well, obviously, I’d prefer to get chocolates from a girl I like and not my juniors… Eh..? What? Happy Valentine's Day?

Hah? Is this, could it be? Chocolate from Anzu-chan? “Yes, that’s it,” haaah?

Thank you, Anzu-chan! I seriously didn’t expect to get anything from you like this, your surprise makes me sooo happy!

Could this mean… Is this a serious declaration…?

Huuh? I’m not the only one, you’re going to give it to everyone?

Eh? You made chocolates for, like, everyone? That’s a ton of work, isn’t it?

Not really? You’re good at making sweets, huh? Well, if you say you had fun making it with such a big smile plastered all over your face, then I can’t argue with that.

…Thanks. Even if you made these chocolates to give to everyone, I’ll still savour every bite ♪

Aah, AKATSUKI’s performance has ended. It’s our turn next, so let’s hit the stage.

Anzu-chan, don’t take your eyes away from us, alright? Nah, I’ll show you a performance where you won’t be able to take your eyes away from us.

Kuro: Hasumi, Kanzaki, good job out there.

Keito: Mhm, Kiryuu, you did great work too. AKATSUKI’s performance was just as good as Knights.

It’s all thanks to your hard work. I’m serious, thank you.

Kuro: What’s with all the thanks? It was fun ta do somethin’ that ain’t our usual.

Souma: I, as well, think likewise to Kiryuu-dono.

However, when the “live” came to an end, all of the girls gathered to say, “that was ‘totes sexy!’” Such words leave me perplexed. 

I felt like I was not doing what I was taught. They even asked me to “blow a ‘kiss,’” as a request, which greatly troubled me.

Kuro: I get it, I also felt strange ‘bout it.

…Oh, it looks like UNDEAD’s on the stage now. Haha, they’re already on fire, maybe our performance gave them some inspiration?

Kaoru: ♪~♪~♪

It doesn’t matter who you came to see~ I’ll make sure it’s only me who you see.. ♪

(Fufu, seems like I’ve got over half the audience hooked. I can hear their squeals, “I love you, I’m in love with you!” 

(It doesn’t feel bad to be loved… Hah, yeah it feels real good.)

(Ahaha… Anzu-chan is also waving and cheering me on.)

(Though, I’d be way more enthusiastic if you said “I love you.” But, I guess that’s asking for way too much~?)

(Yeah, I mean she already gave me chocolates, even though they were for everyone, and she also came here to support me. If I can’t be satisfied with this much, I’ll be punished.)

♪~♪~♪

Rei: (Kaoru-kun, you look so lively. Fufu, it must be because Lady Anzu came to see us.)

(You’re trying your best to show your cool side now, aren’t you?)

(Well, I can’t fall behind these young folk. I’ll do my best too ♪)

Koga: ♪~♪~♪

Oi, Adonis. These senpai are going to leave us in the dust~ Let’s show ‘em what we got.

Adonis: Aah, right, let’s show them our best.

 ♪~♪~♪

(Huh? I can see some rainbow coloured light. Is that Tenma…?)

(I see, so you came to cheer me on. I was happy to be given the chocolates you made for me… Thank you, Tenma.)

Thanks for coming to see our performance. I’m no good at talking, so I can’t whisper any sweet words to you. Instead, let me serve you all with a song and a dance.

Happy Valentine’s Day… Please enjoy yourself until the very end.

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Name: Giulia :D | Age: 23 in a couple of weeks | Meaning behind tumblr url: my artist name is KuroCyou and I have no creativity for urls | Hobbies/Interests: Fawning over Varlen. And eating Nutella while thinking about Dorlen | Why you follow me: I love you and your stories and your humour | Random fact about yourself: I dyied my hair purple! | Question for me: what planet would you like to visit?

Well hello there ;D and HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS (in case I forget u_u). And tbh the only way to correctly think about Dorlen is while eating nutella (unless you have a nut allergy in which case pls no - do not do that). That is absolutely 100% by design and I approve immensely. PURPLE HAIR! I already love it! I’ve always wanted to go purple but always chickened out at the last second haha

What planet would I like to visit? I mean, I’d probably die on all of them in a matter of seconds, but... Pluto. Because I always cheer for the underdog.

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maybe its just me but I love the idea of Kurama having dated/married Kuro and all those years later getting with Hiei; not as a rebound, but because they both have trauma to work through, and they help each other so well ;;

While I don’t personally see Kurama and Hiei being compatible romantically, their friendship is so important to me. Especially their interactions in Poltergeist Report:

Throughout the series we’ve seen Kurama demonstrate that he is calm, wise, and clever. He's lived hundreds of years and has used his intelligence and logical nature to overcome all obstacles.

But then Kaiki shows up, masquerading as Kuronue, and for the first time in the entire series we see Kurama literally tremble. Like, put his head in his hands and shake. As viewers it becomes clear to us that something is different about this encounter. It doesn’t align with anything Kurama has shown us thus far.

Kurama, unfathomably smart as he is, should be able to see through this illusion immediately. Instead, he is genuinely fooled. For the first time he is unable to be logical because the matter concerns his heart. Kuronue was his husband someone he had desperately cared for.

To make matters worse, the illusion Kaiki conjures isn’t even accurate, but Kurama is so emotionally damaged that he falls for it anyway. Kaiki doesn’t portray Kuronue as he actually was, rather, he manifests Kurama’s guilt into his old partner’s form. 

All the terrible things Kurama had likely turned over in his head for centuries, all the hatred and disdain and punishment he thought he deserved from being unable to save Kuronue are thrown at him, playing on the insurmountable guilt he’s carried through literal lifetimes.

He is so wrecked that when “Kuronue” shows up scorning him for his failure to save him, a heartbroken Kurama pleads with him, “I tried. I really tried!”

So then, there’s Hiei.

Hiei is young and reckless, emotionally closed off, angry, skeptical, and distanced. Kurama balances him out by being his opposite in almost every way. They make a good team. They understand how the other operates.

So when Kaiki comes into town to terrorize Kurama, Hiei initially trusts that Kurama must know what he’s doing, because Kurama is always 50 steps ahead of everyone. But the moment Hiei cuts the scythe down and figures out it’s an illusion before Kurama does he thinks--oh, fuck.

Hiei, who is arguably the most emotionally closed off of the group, runs down into the bamboo forest like, holy shit. I get it now. I know who he was to you. I know how much you were hurting.

He runs down there so he can have a moment before the rest of the group arrives to congratulate Kurama and urge him forward. The others may not have noticed how atypical it was for Kurama to be deceived, but Hiei certainly hasn’t.

If they knew the full story, Yusuke might’ve been like ‘haha don’t feel bad buddy, the god of illusion could fool anyone!’ Whereas Hiei is more like, ‘No. Not even the god of illusion should have been able to trick this literal genius. He was only fooled because he was so fucking blinded by heartbreak.”

Gently, he reassures Kurama with: “There is no one who does not carry scars on his heart. If there were someone in the world like that, they would be a shallow soul.” 

I love that line because it really speaks to Hiei’s own experiences. He doesn’t ask “Are you alright?” because of course he’s not. Instead he empathizes: I know how badly trauma fucks you up. I know it’s heavy to carry. I know you will always carry pieces of it. And that doesn’t make you any less. Despite it all, you will persevere.

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Crossroad ♱ Crowd 7

Location: Underground Livehouse

Keito: Kiryuu. Come to the stage, please.

Kuro: All right. Geez, I got myself tangled up in some weird shit.

Rei: Ohh. You’re wearin’ the same outfit as us, Kiryuu-kun—gonna sing with us?

Kuro: If it’s not too much trouble. I made an extra outfit just in case, an’ it seems to have backfired on me.

It’d be a waste to not wear an outfit after goin’ through the trouble of makin’ it, though.

He asked me to appear on stage with ‘im as his groupmate, even if it was only temporarily.

In exchange, he’s gonna officially recognize my clothing mendin’ as an on-campus job.

Gonna call it an on campus part-time job, an’ write it into the school rules.

Might be ‘cause I had a bad temper back in middle school, but I feel like if a teacher sets their eyes on me, I’m done for.

So if they took issue with me earnin’ a little extra money, ‘cause it’s against the school rules, it’d be pretty bad for me.

But, from now on, Hasumi will… Or more like, the student council, will protect my status.

I’ll be treated like a well-behaved student, who didn’t break any school rules.

So, that’s why I’m lendin’ my strength. Our goals have become the same.

If Hasumi—the student council—grow in power, I’ll benefit. If it goes under, I lose the shield protectin’ my back.

Someone could point out I’m breakin’ the school rules, report me to the teachers, an’ then I’m kicked right outta the school.

It’s important for me to avoid that, ‘cause I decided I’m gonna be an idol.

This time, I want to be the one who heals and gives hope to others—not the one who hurts them.

Because I know one of the things that cheered up my lil’ sis back when she was depressed, was these idols.

It isn’t fittin’ for a rogue like me, but…

I really wanna be an Idol. I can’t half-ass it then drop out.

Rei: Hmmm~... Doin’ some pretty heartless stuff, huh, Bouzu? You took a scary demon nobody could tame, threatened him, and made him do your biddin’.

Kuro: I didn’t word that good. He was honest and up front, gave me a whole passionate speech an’ convinced me himself.

Hasumi’s ideas are pretty naive, but I don’t hate ‘em.

Kuro: At the very least, it’s thanks to him that I’m standin’ on stage now. In front of this huge audience, I can sing my heart out.

I’m real happy. This is the kinda thing I’ve been waitin’ for.

“♪~♪~♪”

Keito: …Fufu. It looks like I picked the right type of music, Kiryuu’s powerful voice works perfectly with rock. It’s got some tremendous soul—if you look away for just a second, it’d kill you.

Kuro: I ain’t killin’ anything, what do you think I am?

Well, anyway. That’s what’s up, so… If Sakuma tries anythin’ uncalled for, I’ll stop him.

In every sense, right now I’ll be actin’ as Hasumi’s ally.

Keito: Indeed. I won’t take any losses—I plan on asking you to do more work like this in the future, after all.

Kuro: Haha. Next time, don’t ask me so outta the blue.

To be honest, ‘cause I was makin’ those outfits I didn’t get enough lessons in… I’m gettin’ fed up with how much trouble I’m havin singin’.

Whatever, I’ll cover that up with brute force! Hey hey, Rock n’ roll…!

Rei: Hahah. I see, ya thought this out. Kiryuu-kun’s a proud fighter, he’s able to keep me under control by force.

No matter what I’m plannin’, worst case scenario he can come over an’ restrain me.

At the very least, showin’ me it’s possible should keep me in check.

But yanno what, Bouzu? It doesn’t matter how strong Kiryuu-kun is… This ain’t some action manga, there’s no way he could take on tens of people all at once~

Ya probably thought that so long as you could stop me you’d be fine. But, this world has a whole buncha people in it that aren’t me.

And history, it’s always built by that nameless crowd.

Keito: …? What do you mean?

Rei: Seein’ is believin’. I’ll show ya the horrors of reality.

“Hey hey! Attention please! I’ve an announcement to make~!”

Keito: ( ? What’s he trying to pull? Should I ask Kiryuu to get involved and stop Sakuma-san?)

(No, our performance isn’t over yet… I would rather avoid starting up some sort of fight scene before the vote is done.)

Rei: “Uhh, sorry. Looks like I got my cue all mixed up. Just now, I was singin’ along with these three all nicely, but~…”

“Well, ya see, I’m not really one of ‘em~ ♪”

Keito: Hey, what are you trying to say? That isn’t what you promised—you were supposed to be my partner this time!

Rei: “Yeah. Guess you’re right, so I’ll rephrase that. I was with these guys, but…”

“But, before the votin’ starts, I’m sayin’ I’m not one of them. I can’t put up with ‘em anymore, so I’m leavin’.”

…I did promise I’d be your partner, but ya didn’t say I had to be your groupmate forever~ I got the right to leave whenever I want. Ya got a problem with that?

Keito: Wh…? Don’t be so egotistical, I don’t accept this!

Rei: Even if ya don’t accept it, the rules don’t care~

The groups are made up of volunteers. There’s nothin’ saying ya gotta write their names down an’ give ‘em a stamp of approval, and that if ya don’t it won’t count.

Hell, if Kiryuu-kun can jump in halfway through, what’s the problem with me hoppin’ out?

You were too vague—that’s your slip up.

Keito: (Guh… But I haven’t known Kiryuu for very long, I really didn’t know he’d join us until today.)

(No, I couldn’t put that much trust in Kiryuu.)

(In the case of an emergency, I set things up so Kiryuu could join at any time, but…)

(But Sakuma-san took advantage of that same vagueness in the rules, and used it to free himself.)

Rei: “An’ so the schemer drowns in his own scheme. Anyway, I’m outta there.”

“After that, I’m gonna form a brand new group on the spot.”

“Anyone who wants to join, come along up to the stage. I’ll take ya in as one of my own, so lets have fun singin’ together.”

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Souichi x Farmer!Reader

Souichi goes to visit one of his oldest farmer friends for some straw. In return, he makes her a voodoo doll and things get a litttlleee steamy

ahaha idk lol

Souichi heavily breathed through his mouth as he continued to walk down the treeless path. The summer sun shining down on him was making him sweat bullets, and having a large leather satchel cling to his body was starting to make him feel sick.

“Why does she have to live so far away…” Souichi mumbled to himself as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Passing a couple more rice fields, a large Japanese-style cottage finally came into view. It was surrounded by a couple of mango trees and 2 PVC greenhouses. He could see from the outside that they were once again filled completely with strawberries and tomatoes.

As he approached the house, he realized that all of the cars were gone. He thought for a second that he came all this way for nothing, but then he heard a familiar voice echoing in the distance.

“Kuro! Way to me! Shiro! Lie down! Hairo! Lie down!!” Souichi quickly made his way to the back of the house, where the voice was coming from.

As he pushed past a large bush, he finally saw you. You had been herding a large trip of white-tan goats and your 3 dogs, Kuro, Shiro, and Hairo were also doing their best to keep the goats in place.

“Y/N!” Souichi called out from a distance, getting your attention.

“Hmm? Souichi!!” You turned around and called back, jumping slightly in the air.

Souichi laughed as the goats also turned in his direction and let out a little “meh” sound as a greeting.

“Give me a second. I’ll be done in a bit.”

Souichi watched from under the shade of a tree as you continued to order your dogs to do their job.

You and Souichi had been friends for as long as he could remember. It was actually his grandmother who introduced him to you when he was younger. She used to get straw and other ritualistic material from your family when she practiced magick, and now he was getting stuff from you as well.

Today, he had come for his usual satchel fill of straw, and anything else you would give him as a gift. You loved to give him gifts. From fresh rice, to mangos, and even white strawberries.

Everyone in the town knew your family used magick because there was no way mangos nor white strawberries could grow in the weather conditions this part of Japan had to offer.

“Sorry for the wait!” You held onto your straw hat as you ran up to the boy. “We actually built a new barn last week for the straw. It’s this way.”

Getting up from his spot, Souichi walked with you to a small open barn located on the other side of your house.

“Woah…” Souichi looked up in awe at the massive amount of straw you had stored up this season.

“Pretty impressive, right? It’s the largest haul we’ve had in years. Praise Ninigi.” Turning towards the sun, you bowed once. Souichi quickly turned with you and did the same.

You laughed a bit at his sudden action. You knew that without his grandmother around, he wasn’t sure how to act in these types of situations. So, he mostly just copied you.

Putting your hand out, you gestured for Souichi to give you his satchel.

"Do you need me to tie them up or can I just stuff it in here?" You asked as you walked over to a large pile of loose straw.

"Just like that is fine." Souichi replied.

Picking up a handful of straw, you neatly placed it inside. When it was finally full enough, you closed it up and handed it back to the boy.

Although it was a lot, it still felt surprisingly light. Hopefully, it won't go to waste this time.

Sitting on a large straw stack, you took off your hat. You shook your head side to side as your long hair flowed from inside the hat and down onto the straw you were sitting on. You had been growing your hair out since kindergarten. Never cutting it once. Just the sheer length of it made you look like a goddess yourself. Although it was a big distraction when you worked, you planned on using your ‘virgin uncut hair’ in future rituals. At least, that’s what you told Souichi.

Patting the empty space next to you, you asked Souichi to sit next down.

“Ma actually took away the voodoo doll you made me last time you came over… Think you can you make me a new one…” You said in a sad voice as you looked at the boy.

“Again?” Souichi replied, sighing loudly.

Although your family practiced black magick in order to keep the farming business alive, you were strictly forbidden from practicing curses and other types of voodoo until you turned ○○. In the meanwhile, your mother forced you to tend to the farm and learn how to be a proper worker. That’s why whenever Souichi came over, in exchange for whatever he wanted, he would teach you anything he knew about black magick in secret.

Currently, you were learning how to make straw voodoo dolls.

You didn’t really have anyone in particular that you wanted or needed to curse, but you wanted to be prepared just in case anything happened in the future.

You smiled widely as the raven-haired boy took out a pair of pruning shears and red string from the front pocket of his satchel.

Grabbing a couple handfuls of straw, you placed them on your lap for him to freely use.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re making it by yourself this time.” He sternly said.

“Eh~? But I’m tired from doing chores all morning…I’ll give ya a kilogram of rice if you make this one for me~” Souichi just shook his head no. He would need a better incentive if you wanted him to do this for you again.

“Hmmm…Aha! I’ll give you a whole box of fresh white strawberries as well!” Souichi smiled as you offered him exactly what he wanted. There was a reason your family sold their strawberries for over 20,000 yen a box. Getting them for free from you was one of the best parts of coming over.

“Fine. But this is the last time. And pay attention this time.” Humming happily, you handed him a handful of straw.

“First, make a circle with your thumb and index finger. Then place enough straw to fill it completely. When you get the right amount, you use some string to… Uhh... Hold this.”

Handing you the bundle of straw, he used the shears to cut a couple pieces of string to use.

“…Hold it up straight up…Yeah, like that. You tie up the top end around here. Next, you repeat this with another section of straw. When you finish that, you slide one section into the middle of the other. Then you just tie it up here, and here. Lastly, you part it in the middle for the leg sections… And then you tie up those ends and…Done!”

You let out a small whine as your mind failed to keep up with Souichi's speedy motions and vague explanation. You wanted to ask him to do it again, this time much slower, but you knew he would just go at the same speed again.

Cutting the extra pieces of straw that stuck out from the ends of the voodoo doll, he made it look presentable.

“So, what do you think? Pretty good, right?” Souichi proudly said as he handed it to you.

“Yeah! I think it might even be better than the one you made me last time!" You replied as you examined the doll in awe. "So, all I need in order to curse someone is their picture?” The straw crunched in your fingers as you opened up the chest section a bit.

“You can also use their hair, and at times when your hatred towards them is at its peak, you can just write down their name on a piece of paper, stuff it in the middle there, and it’ll work.”

You hummed in amusement as the boy once again explained to you the way straw voodoo dolls worked.

“Hair, huh…” You said to yourself in a voice so quiet not even Souichi could hear.

Moving closer to him, you spoke in a loving voice. “I never did thank you for the last doll you made me, did I?” Putting the doll down on the empty space next to you, you moved to place a quick kiss on the boy’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“Ah! Hehe…I-It was no problem… I can make you more anytime you want really…” Souichi turned his face away from you, trying to hide the blush that had grown on his cheeks.

You were always the affectionate type.

“Then, I should probably thank you in advance~” Bringing your hand to his face, you turned him towards you. Souichi’s body burned with embarrassment as you placed multiple kisses on his cheek again.

“You know, you can also thank me for always giving you so much straw~” You teased as you tapped your own cheek, hinting for him to give you a small kiss back.

Closing his eyes, Souichi moved to plant a kiss on your cheek. However, you also moved back to face him as well.

Souichi’s eyes shot open as you pressed your lips against his.

The remaining straw on your legs fell to the ground as you moved to straddle the blushing boy.

You were perhaps a bit too affectionate really.

But Souichi wasn’t complaining.

Souichi’s eyes fluttered closed as he melted into your kiss. Your hands caressed his face as you quickly deepened the kiss.

Souichi playfully bit your bottom lip as you tried to pull back for air, forcing you to return back to him. He liked to experiment with different ways of teasing you every time you spontaneously kissed him like this.

Slowly, your hands ran through his hair, making it messier than it was before.

"Ow!" Souichi pushed you back and yelled in pain as you suddenly pulled his hair.

Moving to sit up, you gloated.

“Haha! Now that I have your hair, you have to follow everything I say or I’ll curse you to death!” You laughed as you help up a single strand of dark hair. You were expecting Souichi to try to get it back from you, but he didn’t.

Looking back at you with an equally victorious smile, he moved his hands in front of you, showing off the contents it held.

“That makes two of us~ Kekekeke~”

Your smile dropped and your eyes widened in shock as you saw the shears in one hand and a large amount of your hair in another.

Bringing your hands up to your head, you felt the difference in hair length on each side.

“How could you…” Tears ran down your cheeks, making Souichi stop his cackling.

“I hate you!!” Pushing yourself off the boy, you got onto your feet and started to run towards your house. “I’m telling Baphomet!!”

The goats in the barn loudly cried as you mentioned the name of the deity your family religiously worshiped.

“Crap! No!! Y/N!!” Jumping off the straw-stack, Souichi threw your hair and the shears onto the ground.

“Wait!! I’m sorry!!” Souichi exclaimed as he chased after you.

Just before he could grab ahold of you, you ran into the house. You were so upset that you didn’t even bother to take off your shoes.

Souichi slipped on the grass as he tried to stop himself from going any further. He knew he couldn’t enter your house without your given permission.

Souichi felt his mind go into a panic as he saw you approach the large altar in your living room.

The goats in the barn cried even louder and banged their horns against the wooden walls as you pointed towards the boy outside your house.

Just before he could run away for safety, your three dogs surrounded him. Souichi let out a high-pitched cry of fear as the dogs barked and growled, forcing him to stay in place.

He made a big mistake messing with the daughter of the Baphomet worshiping family.

[jewwyfeesh]

Sakura & Rose - Endeavours Of The Heart 5

Writer: Mitsuki

Characters: Kagehira Mika, Kiryu Kuro, Itsuki Shu, Mademoiselle

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Shu: Non! Kagehira, why did you bring this terrifyingly horrendous thing back!?

Season: Spring

Location: Yumenosaki Handicrafts Club Room

Kuro: For Itsuki to fall asleep lyin’ on the table like that, he must be exhausted.

Mika: Uh… should we wake Oshi-san up? Nevermind, forget it, I’m real nervous right now, I’m scared of bein’ scolded.

Kuro: Relax. After all, this is the fruit of our painstakin’ effort. We won’t be defeated so easily.

Even if we’re denied, every experience is also an opportunity for growth, so ya don’t hafta be so worried.

Mika: Mm, thank ya kindly, Kiryu-senpai. Then, I’ll go wake Oshi-san up.

Oshi-san, Oshi-san, please wake up…

Shu: Uwah! Who!?

Oh. So it’s Kagehira and Kiryuu. The both of you have arrived at an opportune time.

This is my newest outfit creation. What do you think?

This piece adopts the trendiest, most artistic designs of present time.

Kuro: Regardless of whether it’s the selection of cloth or the style and design of the piece, they’re impeccable. As expected of Itsuki.

Mika: O-Oshi-san’s work is just too good…

How ‘bout… Iet’s forget about it… Kiryu-senpai… I don’t think ours can compare to Oshi-san’s creation…

Maybe I’m still too far behind… goin’ so far as to entertain the thought of designin’ outfits for Mado-nee…

Kuro: What relation does that have? Take it out and let Itsuki have a look. I think the both of us didn’t do too shabbily either.

I am rather lookin’ forward to seein’ Itsuki’s shocked expression.

Shu: What are the both of you muttering about over there? Though, I had found it rather strange ever since the both of you appeared before me together.

Kuro: Haha, it’s just that Kagehira has a li’l gift for you~

Shu: A gift? Just what are you up to, Kagehira?

Mika: Actually, Kiryu-senpai and I made an outfit for Mado-nee together…

T’was hopin’ that Oshi-san would have a look…

Shu: Making clothes for Mademoiselle? What the hell are the both of you up to?

Kuro: Kagehira’s the one who wanted to increase his design sense in hopes of helpin’ you out in the future, Itsuki.

Shu: Hmph, so that’s how it is. Even though I do want to say one’s sense or perception of design cannot be improved so fast, I’ll take a look… for the time being.

Hmhmhm, it’s obvious that this piece is a combination of two styles.

Even though this particular method is widely used by people now, it can only be described as the easy way out of doing things.

If one does not pursue perfection in a particular direction, that art or skill will be reduced to mediocrity.

Not to mention, this piece emphasizes the Japanese-style a little too heavily. That is to say the both of you have much room for improvement, especially you, Kagehira. Your understanding of Western styles needs to be deepened.

“Woah, what a beautiful dress! Is this the outfit Mika-chan and Kuro-kun made for me?”

Mika: Mhm, hope that Oshi-san and Mado-nee will like it.

Shu: “Thank you very much, Mika-chan, Kuro-kun! I really want to try it on!”

“Even though Shu-kun criticized you both quite a fair bit, perhaps Shu-kun does like it a lot as well, if his happy expression is anything to go by.”

Kuro: Ahaha, Itsuki, your expression has already betrayed you.

Shu: Hey hey hey, the both of you! Would it hurt you not to speculate on others’ thoughts whenever you wish?!

But, since you like it, then I’ll accept it temporarily.

Mika: Mhm, thank ya kindly, Oshi-san! Thank ya very much too, Kiryu-senpai, for yer help~

I’m real glad to be able to see Oshi-san and Mado-nee’s happy expressions~

Oshi-san, Oshi-san, seein’ that yer so happy, how ‘bout eatin’ some desserts[1] now to celebrate? I still have some leftover here.

Shu: Non! Kagehira, why did you bring this terrifyingly horrendous thing back!?

Take it away quickly!

Kuro: Itsuki, despite the dessert’s[1] appearance, it’s actually pretty good.

Mika: So Oshi-san, kindly close yer eyes and open yer mouth~ Say “ah~”

Shu: Even if I close my eyes, I won’t be able to eat that thing. Take it away, take it away!

Kiryu, what are you doing?! Don’t you dare bring that thing anywhere near me!!

(Speaking of which, why do I feel a sense of déjà vu? It’s almost as though I had been fed some disgusting thing by another person sometime before…)[2]

Light refreshments, pastries, snacks, desserts… all of them can be used interchangeably here (head in hands). It's another of Ritsu's creations, let's leave it as that www

This is a reference to ch2 of Shu's Zodiac - Dragonfruit story! In it, Nazuna tries to feed him some dragonfruit~ A translation by Ana from tsukihitranslations is available here.

[lovelysugawara]

Love me Again

Kuroo X Reader Fanfiction// 

**y/a = Kuroo Hinari **grammatical errors ahead, sorry guys** plot: you and Kuroo are married, but your husband turns cold over you, because of an incident a year ago. Will he once again love you back???

Cont...

Part 4

*Hina’s POV*

As I finally exit the building, I no longer need to hide my hurt feelings. As I don’t want to remember it, my mind keeps on rewinding that scene. Tetsu talking to a girl so closely. How i would like to be mad and slap the girl. But that’s not me. I can’t bring myself to do it.

I’m just scared. What if Tetsu thinks I’m so easy to get jealous and I’m not mature enough? I don’t want that to happen.

But what about my feelings? 

I'm trying to hold on but why is he making this so hard?

I’m sitting outside a cafe, looking at the bento I made. I even sighed and decided to open it. I felt happy because it really looks good on my standard. I did try my best and Kenma approves of it too. It would be a waste if I’m not gonna eat it.

“Can I eat that? I’m hungry.” to my surprise, it’s Kenma who is standing behind me.

“Kenma, what are you doing here? I thought you’re talking to Tetsu?” 

He sat down in the chair in front of me. And started to dig in.

He’s eating my cooking. I smiled at him.

“Kuro won’t eat so I decided to go after i gave him the paper.” He continued to eat.

“Wait, is it okay for me to eat this? You won’t get mad right?” He asked me worriedly.

I nodded, “Of Course i won't.” I smiled.

I watched him eat the foods I cooked.

“Would you mind accompanying me for awhile, Kenma?” I suddenly want to visit her.

“Sure, but where?” he said while chewing.

We are now standing in front of a graveyard. I put a flower in the head stone with the name Baby Kuroo.

“If only you said to me earlier, I would gladly accompany you here first.” Kenma said as we both stared at the headstone.

I smiled at him, “It’s okay Kenma. I just suddenly want to visit my baby.” I sat down a little and put the flowers I made for “her”.

“You know I had a dream that “she” like tulips. So if she’s alive and grew up, I think she would like tulips like I do.” I can’t help but imagine my baby.

“I know she would be so much like you, Hina.” Kenma smiled at me.

I can only laugh at his comment, another version of me would be a disaster I guess.

“Have Kuro come here with you?” he suddenly asked.

I shake my head.

“After the funeral, he never set foot to visit “her”. I know he’s still hurting too.” 

I really do understand Tetsu about it, I too, have been so hurt. I nearly lost my mind. But I have to deal with everything thinking I shouldn't let my husband feel abandoned, but as of the moment I’m dealing with it alone. Without him, supporting me.

“I know you came here for your peace of mind. You still think of what we saw a while ago.” Kenma said as he sat beside me.

“Why didn’t you ask him? Are you afraid?” I flinched as he said those words.

“You know me well. You know I would rather not ask him anything about it. Or I might hurt myself if he answers something I don't want to hear.” I said it while holding my chest. 

“What’s happening? You and Kuro, seem different.” So he knew. He must have felt it. He even stops little before saying the last two words.

“Kenma, you think if it’s me who died, Kuroo would be fine?” 

I’m so heartless about myself. Kenma stared at me so intently.

“What are you saying? Did he say something to you?” I heard anger in his voice, I hated myself because I felt like crying. And Kenma might be angry at Tetsu because I’m saying this.

But I can’t take it, I’m hurting. So much.

“It’s like I’m being punished, Kenma. But I did everything for the baby. But I still failed to protect her. And now, I'm even losing my husband.” I put my face on my palms, trying to hide my miserable face while I cry.

“You did your best, Hina-chan. It’s Kuro who doesn't understand that it’s not only him who lost the baby. It is harder for you the most, because you are the mother. Maybe he thought, as you live your usual self and act normal, that you’re not hurting. Maybe you need to at least let him know what's on your mind and what you feel. To talk things out, yeah?” Kenma pats my shoulder giving me a wake up call that I should be more brave.

Maybe confronting Tetsu isn’t a bad thing to do?

I look at Kenma, and as expected he’s looking at me with those eyes. “Thank you Kenma. I’m sorry for making you stress once again.”

He rolled his eyes and looked away. “Just tell me if that bastard didn’t clear his mind after you talk to him. I’ll make sure to help you.”

I laughed a little as he said those words. I feel kind of happy.

I once again look at the headstone and smile.

Don’t worry baby, me and your daddy will be fine soon. 

That afternoon, I got a text from Yaku.

‘I hope you don't forget about the get together tonight. Make sure your husband will attend it or I’ll let him eat lots of meat!” 

I almost laugh at his message. Yaku is still like that towards Tetsu. I also miss how they fight over trivial matters.

I look back at my hair, I still keep it long, since Tetsu likes women with long hair. Then I saw myself in the mirror. Did my look change? I just noticed how my lips are dry now. It’s been awhile since I wore lipstick or even put on some make up. Should I at least put something tonight? 

*Kenma’s POV*

6PM, that night.

At Yaku Morisuke’s mansion. 

I sighed, I don’t want to do this. I want to stay up to my room and play. I’m already tired. I’m just glad I charge my phone fully so I can play until later.

I look at my surroundings to see my former teammates. 

…

Sighed, they are still the same.

“Kenma-san!!! How are you?”

I looked up to see Lev standing in front of me.

“Ah, hmm.” I actually don’t know what to say to him, and since he’s a model now, he looks like a bright tower standing in front of me.

“Kenma-san, you didn’t change. Haha! I also watched your streams when I got time, and I really enjoyed it. Teach me some games sometimes.” Lev is still as loud as ever. 

Sighed. “You need to learn a lot Lev, you know.”

“Eh?! But I work hard on my LoL rank!!!” Lev continues.

“Ha ha, don’t be so harsh on him, Kenma. Yo!” Kai-san and Yaku-san walk towards us, together with their wives. 

“Wahhh, I can’t believe you are already married!” Lev still can’t hide his amazement on the two senpais.

“Haiba-kun, isn't it time for you to marry too?” Kai asked him.

Lev put his hand on his chin, as if he’s thinking hard.

“Hmmm, maybe. But I’m still busy.”

“Maybe you won’t marry Haiba!” Yaku told him as he assisted his wife to sit beside us.

Lev blushed, “B-but rather, it should be Kenma’s time to marry too right?” Now he put the spotlight on me. Sighed. Tired.

“Kenma, won’t marry either.” Yaku said.

“He’s married to his games and company.” Kai added.

“E-EHHH?!” Lev’s can’t stop himself.

  And the two just laugh how simple minded Lev is.

I just shake my head and once again look at the entrance, waiting for Kuro and Hina.

Then Kuro appeared at the door, was he alone? Where is Hina?

I stand up and walk towards him.

“Kuro!” I called him out.

“Kenma! Yo!” He simply waves at me.

“Wow, Kenma you are quite early at this kind of event, I’m surprised.” He commented.

I almost rolled my eyes hearing him say this.

“And I see you come here alone, where is Hina? You didn’t pick her up?” 

Based on his facial expression, he’s guilty for not picking her up or texting her that he’s here.Seriously, I don’t know what to do to this guy.

“Kuro, will you stop being a jerk? You’re going too far.”

“K-kenma,”

Shocked I guess. I don’t know the problem, but Hina is starting to drift away. 

Kuro looks away, “S-she’s on her way, probably.”

Tsk!

“Probably? You’re not even sure?” Look at how jerk he is.I’m trying not to be disappointed with him but I guess my self-restraint won’t be enough for tonight. 

“You know, she’s waiting for you. I told her that I should pick her up since you’ll be an ass to not come home and directly come here, but she refused and said she will wait for you.”

He suddenly gets his phone in his pocket and switches it open. 

What? Did he intentionally switch it off?

After a few seconds, lots of notifications ring. 

Seeing his face, I know it’s Hina. 

I should have picked her up myself. 

“I-I’ll call her then.” Kuro said.

Sighed. And then I saw her at the door.

“No need Kuro, she’s already here.” I walked past Kuro to go straight to his wife.

Somehow, she looks different and the way she dresses tonight. 

She wears a dress and puts on a mild makeup that highlights her young face, like she goes back to our high school days. Since long ago, I knew very well that she’s a pretty woman to begin with. She always smiles and is happy every time I see her.

I just hope Kuro knows it too. And realized that she’s drifting away.

“Wow Hina, you’re way different tonight.” I told her.

She blushed. “R-really? I just put on some makeup for a change.”

“Wow! Hina-senpai! So pretty! More prettier than my sister!” Lev is already towering us as he complimented Hina.

“L-lev eh?! To be compared to Alisa-chan’s beauty, you must be joking!” She can’t hide her embarrassment from us

Kai and Yaku also joined us on this side, and they also complimented Hina about her look. And where the hell is her husband?

I look at Kuroo who is standing a bit far away from us. He’s looking at her with an awe expression. He should be. She dressed up to impress him after all.

“Kuro, what are you doing there far away from you wife? You should escort her.” Kai speaks what I have in mind.

Kuroo walks towards us, I look at Hina who looks nervous as he approaches her. 

“What’s the fuss all about, she looks the same guys, come on.”  

WHAT THE HELL?

Did he actually say that? Not even complimenting her?

Kuroo suddenly smudges her lipstick, causing it to ruin her looks.

“KUROO!” I shouted!

I saw everyone flinch as he did that. They are looking at Hina who is trying to fix her lipstick and ends up wiping it with her handkerchief. 

Hina is so shocked to even react to what he did.

“What the hell did you do?!” Yaku says in horror.

“Don’t be so rude Kuroo, she obviously dressed up for tonight.” Yaku explained.

“Then who is she dressing for?” he looks at her in an irritated way.

Hina’s facial expression became somehow afraid and conscious. 

“Are you stupid?” Yaku being yaku to Kuro. “Of course it’s for you dumbass! You’re her husband! You know sometimes I think you’re the one who lacks docosahexaenoic acid!” Yaku walks away, not giving Kuroo the chance to fight back with their verbal battle.

Hina just smiled at us, “Come on guys, let’s enjoy the night okay?” She did smile but after we walked to sit down, I saw how her smile fades away.

**A/N updates every FRIDAY..**

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Dear Penpal,

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Character: Shigaraki Tomura / Tenko Shimura

Prompt: Childhood friends to enemies

A/N: I can’t recall if I have cursed before on this blog, if not, I suppose I have opened the floods now. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

What happened to you Tenko? Are you… still alive?

I don’t want to think of the possibility that you aren’t there anymore, but why did All Might lie to me? Why did he say that he didn’t know you when he so obviously recognised your name?

Tenko, I really hate you for never responding to me. For never talking to me. Why? Why did you suddenly stop writing? Why did you suddenly start ignoring me? Why did you leave me behind and have me chase after you?

I’m just… frustrated. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t lash out at you. We were both kids back then, whatever happened back then must have forced you to stop writing to me. Whatever happened to you must have stopped you from chasing your dream as well.

Does All Might have anything to do with your disappearance? I wonder why he reacted so strangely, so evasively.

Tenko, I have been thinking of submitting my letters to the radio station. Maybe the host will read them for me to you, maybe you will listen to it, though I have no idea which radio station you tune in at.

Do you still think as often of me as I of you? Do you also write letters to me and stack them into an envelope like I do? This little book of letters to you has become so precious to me. Everything I share with you, I wonder how you would react if you were to read it.

Are you still the same Tenko as the one I wrote to?

Putting your pen down you folded the letter once more, carefully, deliberately, repeating the sequence you had incorporated into your routine for so long.

You didn’t actually hate him. Far from it. It just frustrated you, knowing that your friend was somewhere outside of there, that he might have forgotten you, or was too caught up to think of you, much less write to you. It hurt.

Dearest Tenko,

I’m sorry for my last letter. I didn’t mean to be harsh. I just miss you.

All those ‘I’s how awkward. Hey, Tenko, do you think of me as selfish? Or obsessive? It has been more than a decade after all, and yet I think of you every day.

You felt pathetic. For jumping onto assumptions, for giving up so soon. It had been barely a week since you had arrived in Japan! Barely a week in and All Might’s words already discouraged you. No, you were more determined than that. Smarter as well. There were loose strands in the story, in All Might’s explanation, and you were determined to find out what they meant.

Slipping off your couch you decided that what you needed was a stiff drink and some company. Both things that you haven’t had in a long while and what you were sure of would help you get back onto your feet.

The streets were dark already when you hopped out, your eyes bouncing off the many neon flashing lights, all advertising their own amusement. All locations that promised entertainment, company and a distraction from your mind.

Yet you chose the most inconspicuous bar of them all. The one without a sign, the wooden door shut and unwelcome providing no clue if it was even open for the public. However, knowing that the area was a popular nightlife area you refused to believe that there was an empty spot at such a top location, your hand pushing against the door and letting yourself in.

“Welcome,” a deep voice spoke from the bar, a cloud, or a mist, you couldn’t quite tell, was your bartender for the night, hands deftly polishing the glasses as he waited for your order. Blinking you sat down, your eyes scanning down the rather sparse bar.

“What is your specialty?” you asked the man, your eyes falling over one hunched over figure that was glaring into your direction. Trying not to flinch, as not to give the stranger any reason to believe that he had the upper hand you just kept on staring, your lips turning up into a friendly smile as you added a wave for the extra measure.

That seemed to deepen the glare, red eyes now positively glowering you down as a hand reached for the back of his neck, scratching over what you thought sounded like already scratched and irritated skin.

Definitely not sane, you determined, awkwardly turning back to the bartender who had returned with his specialty.

“Nice place you have here,” you tried to open a conversation, though the mist-like figure didn’t seem to be very responsive.

“You must not be from around here,” the stranger down the bar spoke up, the sound of nails running over dry skin providing a backdrop to the otherwise quiet place. His overall expression was hidden beneath a hoodie, but it was clear from his voice that he still wasn’t welcoming you any more to this bar than he had been before.

Blinking you tried to shake off the feeling of unease, straightening up as you shot another polite smile. “Nope, recently moved here, or into the country, actually,” you grimaced, finding that you were surprisingly starved for company and conversation. “I’m [Name] [Surname] by the way,” you quickly introduced yourself, definitely surprising yourself with your own forwardness.

“Do I look like I fucking care?” the hooded male responded, his voice now clearly disgruntled with you as he pushed himself off his seat, long lanky legs carrying themselves over to you, a hand reaching out towards you in an almost menacing way.

“So freaking annoying,” he sighed, as you sat rooted in your seat.

“Don’t,” the bartender interfered, though it didn’t seem that he intended to involve himself any further if needed, earning a mental sweatdrop from you. “[Name], you said? Welcome to Japan, this bar isn’t usually open for the public, but we can understand why you might think so,” the bartender addressed you, his hands endlessly polishing the glasses in the otherwise empty bar.

Understanding the sudden hostility you gulped at your own cluelessness, your lips forming into an ‘o’ form as you blinked a few times between the bartender and the threatening stranger.

“I see, so sorry for that,” you exclaimed, a chuckle escaping you. “You could have told me from the start instead of sending me away, haha,” you said as you swirled your drink. “Though, thank you for hosting me nonetheless, I was in need of a good drink, and some company,” you added, not missing out on the fact that the bartender still had politely taken you in despite the supposed exclusiveness of the place.

“You’re welcome. Don’t mind that one too much, he tends to get a little grumpy at sudden changes,” the bartender responded, to which you nodded in reply, glad to have at least one friendly shade tonight.

“So, what kind of bar is this?” you asked casually, fingers tapping on the board of the bar as you eyed the two only figures residing inside. “Just wondering, maybe that I would like to be a member?” you quickly added, feeling another shiver travel up your spine as another glare was shot into your direction.

A low rumble escaped the hostile stranger, something that resembled a laugh and the beginnings of a hacking cough, a hand reaching underneath his hood, covering his face as his shoulders shook.

“You really have no clue, huh, [Name],” the male spoke, spitting out your name pointedly. You guessed that despite his apathy towards getting to know you he did pay some attention, though you knew better than to get smart with the man, still unable to read his unhinged and feral behaviour.

“Within this bar we don’t give out our names freely,” the stranger spoke, a deep exhale escaping him as his hand stretched out towards you. “Not without eliminating you first,” he spoke, the words clearly a threat as you gulped in response.

“My bad,” you mumbled back, as you quickly took a big gulp from your drink. “We can pretend that I never introduced myself?” you tried, but flinched nonetheless as you noticed the glint of red glare at you once more. “Or not,” you meekly retreated, ready to bolt out of the bar and never return.

“T.S,” the man spoke, deciding that he had enough of taunting you, though he didn’t retreat, instead taking a seat next to you as he waved for the bartender to pour him a drink. Wordlessly the dark mist seemed to understand the man perfectly, reaching out for a bottle as he started to pour.

“Kuro,” the bartender said, filling a glass for you as well. “Welcome to the club, [Name],” he spoke, pouring one for himself.

Blinking you were once more surprised when T.S. reached his glass out to you, four fingers holding a firm grip as he kept one lifted, clinking it against yours when you didn’t react.

“Drink up, stop gaping,” was all he said before downing his glass.

You regretted giving out your name so easily.

[lilacborrower]

say that you remember (feeling the same about me)

postcanon, past kuroken, background kenhina, 1k, bittersweet but hopeful

Sometimes people fall apart and come back together. Sometimes they just fall apart.

A conversation between two friends, fifteen years later.

Link in reblog, fic below

“You cut your hair,” Kuroo says blankly. Kenma—looks good. His hair is neater now, falling sharply angled just below his jaw. Jet black. It’s purposeful. He’s grown into himself, still small, still lean, but not curled in and away from the world anymore. The sunlight drifts around his shoulders, framing him in the rickety chair across from Kuroo.

Kenma takes a sip of his tea. “You brush yours now.”

Kuroo’s hand jerks, an aborted reach to comb through his hair. “I brushed it then,” he protests weakly.

“Don’t bullshit me, Kuro, you know I’m immune,” Kenma says. Kuro. It’s been years since he’s heard that and hearing it again brings it all back, every moment, every touch, every look, every no not yet it’s not the right time I’ll wait I’ll wait for the right time to ask him and then—

Kuroo clears his throat and swirls his coffee in his mug. “All right, all right. My personal care habits were questionable in high school. But what are you up to these days?”

There’s an eye roll from Kenma, and okay, fine, questionable is stretching it. But at least he moves on and answers the question.

“Oh, this and that.”

Kuroo waits.

No clarification is forthcoming.

“Ah, Kenma. You haven’t changed a bit,” he says. Laughs. It feels awkward. It is awkward.

“Mm.” Kenma lifts his cup to his lips, takes a slow sip.

Wait.

Is that—

That’s a smirk. Kuroo jerks up straight in his chair, awkwardness dropping away in an instant.

“You’re fucking with me,” he accuses. “The first time I see you in fifteen years and you’re fucking with me. Kenma!”

“Fine. I’m an elite hacker working for an international spy gang,” Kenma says.

“Bullshit.”

“Video game developer.”

“You don’t do deadlines.”

“Amusement park attendant.”

“You don’t do people.”

“Stock market analyst.”

“You don’t do capitalism.” The banter flows easy, the years shrinking, old habits coming back quick. The lively chatter of the coffeeshop around them picks up.

“Trophy husband.”

“You don’t do relationships.” After all, that’s why—that’s part of why—

Kenma’s smirk grows. He lifts his left hand.

Kuroo’s gut drops.

There, on his third finger, sits a sleek golden band, shining in the late afternoon sun.

“Ah,” he says, “Congratulations,” he says, and then, because Kuroo is not Kuroo unless his foot is solidly in his mouth, “I guess you have changed.”

Kenma blinks. “How so?”

“Uh—nothing, sorry. Um. Who’s the lucky guy, haha?” Haha. A verbal ha space ha. Wow. Kill him. Just kill him. He wants to die, the awkwardness is choking him, this meeting was a mistake—

“Shouyou.”

“Shrimpy? No way. How have I not heard anything about this?” Kuroo splutters. Hinata is a professional volleyball player. Kuroo follows volleyball religiously. Surely he would have heard—it’s not like Hinata was ever quiet about his personal life—hell, he goes out for drinks with Kei every other week and he never said anything—

How can you be a trophy husband if your husband doesn’t show you off?

“I don’t like attention,” Kenma says with a shrug. “You know I never have.”

“Huh. Yeah.”

Kuroo pulls a mini cup of creamer out of the dish in the center of the table. He peels it open and dumps it into his coffee. He picks up the spoon to stir it in. Pauses.

Well. Okay. Topic change. Should do that. Definitely should do that. So…

“I had the biggest crush on you in high school,” Kuroo blurts.

Why does he ever say things ever that was not what he meant to say that was not even a topic change shit fuck hell—

“I know,” Kenma says. “You weren’t exactly subtle.”

Kuroo maybe chokes on his coffee a little bit. “You knew? And you never—”

Kenma’s fingers wrap around his cup. “I think,” he says, very carefully, very deliberately, each word picked and chosen and placed just so, “that at the time, we were both too scared of too many things to take any sort of step forward. And that was, I think, in the end, for the best.”

Kuroo stares down at his coffee, a white pool of cream floating over the dark surface. “For the best,” he repeats. Quietly.

“For the best,” Kenma confirms.

Kuroo bites the inside of his cheek.

The quiet between them stretches into a silence hovering on the edge of awkwardness. The jumble of coffee shop noise in the background is uneasy, a humming shaking jitter of sound.

Kenma shifts. The light dances on his ring.

Once, a long time ago, fifteen years ago, Kuroo had been twenty-two years old and so damn lonely and missing everything about a simpler time, everything about a simpler world, where he saw his best friend and crush every day and he went to the third gym for volleyball practice every day and he stopped at the corner store on the way back every day and he didn’t need to scramble over deadlines and bills and rent and grocery shopping and job applications and budgets and he could just be.

And once, a long time ago, fifteen years ago, twenty-two year old Kuroo thought of all of these things and linked them all back to one Kozume Kenma and one night in the depths of a particularly nostalgic pity party his mostly-faded high school crush had flared up and stayed steadily burning until—

Kuroo Tetsurou, suddenly feeling all thirty-five of his years weighing on his shoulders, lets out a sigh. “Teenagers, huh.”

Kenma nods.

“Shrimpy taking care of you?” Kuroo asks, because faded crush or no, this was once his best friend and he deserves everything and if Hinata doesn’t know how to give him that—

“Trophy husband, remember?” Kenma says, fondness in his voice. “We’re doing great. Thank you for asking.”

“Good,” Kuroo says. He picks up his spoon and begins to stir the creamer in. “Good.”

“It is.” Kenma looks Kuroo in the eyes, and with a warm smile says, “It is good.”

And the odd thing is, it really is.

[jumukus]

A3! Event: Starring Party ‘Look Back on Summer 1′ Translation

First off to film their video commentary and message from Summer Troupe are Tenma and Yuki.

Izumi: (I’ll be filming Summer Troupe today. First is the leading actor in Summer Troupe’s debut show, Tenma-kun.)

I’m coming in.

Tenma: Hey.

Yuki: Welcome. You’re here for the commemoration video, right?

Izumi: Yup. Yuki-kun is here too, huh, perfect timing.

Since Yuki-kun’s turn will be right after Tenma-kun’s, I’ll explain how the filming will be handled to both of you at once.

Yuki: I had actually planned on figuring out on my own, but I'll give it a listen for the crappy actor's sake.

Tenma: What did you say!?

Izumi: Okay, so… Basically, you’ll create commentary while watching video footage of the shows that you led.

Roll this dice, then choose a scene based on the topic that comes out.

After that, we’ll be filming the video message part.

Tenma: I see.

Yuki: Tenma will be filming first, right? Should I get out of the room then?

Tenma: You can stay as long as you keep quiet. I’ve already gotten used to being watched during filming, after all.

Yuki: Hmmm, fine.

Tenma: All right, I’ll roll the dice.

Izumi: The topic is…

Tenma: “Free”?

Izumi: That means... The topic will be chosen by the cameraman, a.k.a. me.  

Tenma: Ugh… are you for real…

Yuki: Now that’s interesting. What topic will you choose?

Izumi: Let’s see…

Tenma: Hey, don’t choose anything weird, ‘kay?!

Izumi: Then I’ll choose… “High Praise”!

Tenma: Huh? High praise?

Izumi: Back during Summer Troupe’s debut show, you guys were all beginners in theater. There were a lot of times when your lack of experience showed.

Furthermore, Tenma-kun, at the time you still couldn’t be honest with them, right?

But right now you can praise them more, can’t you?

Tenma: Wha...

Yuki: I expected no less from director. You chose a good topic.

Tenma: Stop grinning! *sighs*, I should have made you get out of the room…

Yuki: It’s too late now. So? Which scene will you choose?

Tenma: I-I’m thinking it right now!

High praise, huh… Come to think of it, at that timeーー.

Izumi: (This is the fourth day of our day showingーー.)

(In this scene, Sinbad and Alibaba summoned the Genie after snatching away the stolen treasure.)

Sinbad: “Let’s escape before those bandits noticed.”

“Cast a spell and open the rock door!”

Alibaba: “Yes! Open~... Sesame!”

Sinbad: “Those bandits can’t chase us all the way here. We’ve successfully escaped, Alibaba!”

Alibaba: “Yeah, and we got both the magic lamp and the bandits’ treasure!”

“All right then, let’s summon the genie right away. Come out, genie..!”

Genie: “Did you call me, my lord? ...Hmm? You look familiar. Where did we meet?”

“Hmmm, hold on, I’m trying to recall…”

“Oh, yeah, I remember. You were the guy who was attacked by the witch and the serpent. Your butt was on fire, and you got so panicked you almost cried.”

Sinbad: “Eh, seriously? ...Whoah…”

Alibaba: “I wasn’t on the verge of tears. Don’t exaggerate! Besides, it doesn’t matter now!”

Tenma: To tell you the truth, with my theater and drama jobs piling up, I wasn’t feeling good at that time.

Of course, I planned to act as usual so that the audience wouldn’t notice, but…

Muku and Misumi purposely made big movements on the stage in order to cover me up.

Seeing them like that, without realizing it, I put in an adlibーー.

Alibaba: “...You two sure are energetic, huh.”

Sinbad: “Well, I’ve been doing heavy labor and carrying stuff every day. This much is nothing~.”

Genie: “I’m a genie. I have immerse… oops, wrong word. I mean, I have immense power.”

Izumi: Those two could even come up with adlibs to respond to Tenma-kun’s mumble. Thanks to that, this scene didn’t look awkward at all.

Tenma: That follow-upーthe flashy movement and actionーcould only be done because Misumi and Muku are strong in the first place.

But that wasn’t all. Even Yuki and Kazunari covered me up by throwing in trivial adlibs and making changes in their movement.

Once the show was over, I learned that they apparently noticed I wasn’t feeling good and had a secret meeting to help me out onstage.

Izumi: I see, so that’s what happened.

Tenma: It was also because they had gradually gotten used to acting that they managed to do it. Their roles had been ingrained into their heads.

Moreover, during the final show, they threw in a lot of adlibs.

...Their acting was far from good, but during this play, those guys were more composed than me. They were dependable.

Izumi: Tenma-kun…

Yuki: To think that crappy actor would be honest and praise us like this, gross.

Tenma: Hey, we’re still filming!!

Izumi: That’s enough for the commentary part. Your high praise was perfect.

Yuki: The topic aside, that was gross.

Tenma: You…!! That’s the second time you said it!!

Izumi: Ahaha.

Well then, next is the video message. Can we continue filming like this?

Tenma: No. Get out, Yuki. You’re noisy.

Yuki: Haaah? But you said you didn’t mind just now.

Tenma: You distracted me with all that fuss!

Yuki: What a troublesome guy. Fine, fine, I’ll go outside.

Tenma: God… Well, let’s start filming.

Izumi: Okay.

Izumi: I’ve finished filming Tenma-kun’s part. You’re next, Yuki-kun.

Yuki: ‘Kay.

Tenma: You don’t have any problems with me being here, right? You stayed in the room when I was filming my commentary, after all.

Yuki: Are you planning to take revenge or what? ...But well, I don’t mind.

Izumi: Okay then, Yuki-kun, roll the dice.

Yuki: ‘Kay.

Izumi: The topic is, “Best Performance.”

Tenma: HAAH!? That’s unfair, you got a good topic!

Yuki: How childish, complaining to the dice.

Izumi: There, there.

Yuki: Best Performance, huh… Hm…

...I think it’s that scene.

Izumi: (This was from the fourth day of night showing, when Shiro’s group escaped the cat mansionーー.)

Mike: “So this is how the outside world looks like…”

Tama: “I’m nervous, but so excited at the same time!”

Shiro: “Okaay, let’s find the pawdines togewther~! Let’s go right meow~!”

Kuro: “Goodness, look at you. You were complaining about not being able to run anymore a while ago.”

Nora: “Haha, that’s just so Shiro to be like that.”

Shiro: “Meow, meow~, pawdines~♪ Going on an advenpurr with efurryone~♪.”

Tama: “Sar-di-nes~♪ The most valuable sardines~♪”

Shiro: “Hey, hey, mew’all, sing nyalong with us!”

Kuro: “I’ve got nyo choice, then…”

“Let’s go~ Find the~sardines~♪.”

Mike: “Our goal~is the fish~furrey~♪”

Nora: “I’ll find~the pawdines~and show mew~♪”

Izumi: No matter how many times I watched it, this adlib dance was so cute.

Yuki: That dance was actually inspired by Tama and Mike's dance during the curtain call. Kazunari came up with this so that our show wouldn't be boring.

Tenma: Back then, you said something like, "How silly. I'm not doing it," right?

Yuki: The camera is still rolling, you know?

Tenma: Tch…

Yuki: But well, he's right. It was silly and embarrassing to do that, butーー.

By performing the dance, I could show the tails that I worked carefully on, as well as the back side of the costume. That way, the costumes shone even more.

That's why I chose this as our best performance. ...Besides, the audience was laughing.

Izumi: Yup. This scene was very well-received by the audience when I read the survey.

For me, it was a nice scene. Using your natural bright energy and adorable costumes, you guys were able to make use of Summer Troupe's weapon to the max.

Yuki: Well, I think that's all for the commentary.

Izumi: Okay! We're gonna film the video message next.

Yuki: Message, huh… Umm…

By the way, what did you talk about, crappy actor?

Tenma: Hmph, I'm not telling.

Yuki: What's with that smug face? I'm sure you didn't say something noteworthy.

Tenma: What did you say!?

Izumi: Uhh, let's start the filming now.

Yuki: Okay. But first… get out, crappy actor.

Tenma: Why?

Yuki: You're annoying.

Tenma: But I didn't say anything.

Yuki: Your presence alone is annoying.

Tenma: HAAAH!?

Izumi: Ahaha...

(This part of them hasn't changed since the beginning… But Summer Troupe isn't Summer Troupe without them bickering like this.)

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[mikarashis]

Vagabond - Chapter One

Vagabond - Chapter One

Season: Summer

Location: Dojo

Kuro: 98...99...100!

Whew...

Souma: you appear to expending a lot of energy, Kiryu-dono.  I am also guilty of this at times, but it is rather easy to forget to hydrate in the midst of a rigorous training session.  

I did happen to bring a plastic bottle of water with me, so would you care for a drink?

Kuro: ah, ‘s my bad, Kanzaki.  It completely slipped my mind to have water nearby, so I owe ya one.

Souma: in that case, do feel free to have as much as you’d like!  The time that we have to partake in such leisure activities seems to be waning more and more these days, but at the moment you appear to be in an unusually energetic mood.

Kuro: hmm?  ‘s that so?

Well, with everything that’s been going on recently, I feel like I haven’t gotten much of a chance to have a good workout.

So maybe without even realizing it, I was just trying to make up for lost time.

Souma: I see, that does indeed make sense!

Bodily exertion does have a way of cleansing and purifying the entire self, so if it would not be too much of a burden, I would very much like to join you in your endeavour.  

Kuro: sounds good t’ me.  ‘s better than just doing it all alone.

But Kanzaki, aren’t ya always moving?  No matter where ya go, ‘s easy to get that sword out and swing it around, yeah?  

Souma: ah, please do not make it sound as if I am merely a tsujigiri*.

Aside from that, I have also been practicing my self-control** lately, ever since Hasumi-dono scolded me quite harshly when I drew my sword in the midst of a job.

Kuro: haha, Hasumi-danna’s still causing himself indigestion, huh?  He’d better take it easy, y’know?  Before he really does give himself an ulcer or something--- huh?

Souma: hmm?  What is the matter, Kiryu-dono?  Your countenance has turned serious all of a sudden.

Kuro: say, Kanzaki - there’s nobody in this room ‘cept for the two of us, right?

Souma: hmm?  Surely it is obvious to see that only we two are occupying this space.  Why do you ask?

Kuro: yeah, that should be obvious, but I just kinda got a strange feeling...like there’s some sorta presence here...

Souma: a...presence?

Hm~m?  I am afraid that I do not sense anything out of the ordinary...if someone were to be lurking, I feel certain that I would notice them.

Do you still feel something odd?

Kuro: yeah, I... actually, y’know what?  ‘s probably nothing.

Just like y’said, if ya can’t feel anything, then ‘s probably just my imagination.  Let’s get back to our training.

Souma: h-huh?  That was most assuredly a quick turnaround, but if you insist - let us wrap up our intermission and refocus on the task at hand.

Right, then ---- one!  Two!  Three....!

Kuro: .....

Souma: (hmm...?  It appears as if Kiryu-dono is having a hard time getting back into his earlier mindset.  Is something still troubling him?  Normally he is the type of man to not let himself be affected by such negative occurrences; that is far more common for Hasumi-dono...)

Kiryu-dono, whatever is troubling you?  It feels as if your mind is elsewhere; does it have anything to do with the matter we discussed earlier?

Ah!  It will do you no good trying to conceal this from me!  I know your normal character all too well by now!

Kuro: what’s up with you?  There’s no need to block my path.

...do I really seem that bent outta shape, though?

Souma: you do indeed; your concentration suddenly faltered.  I would be remiss in not noticing as I am very certain Hasumi-dono would have reached the same conclusion.  

Kuro: ah~, ‘s not good of me if I make a junior of mine worry, right?  So I guess there’s no sense trying to hide it now.  

Actually...that thing I was talking about earlier, this isn’t the first time I’ve felt it.

Souma: it’s not?  Then, you’ve had a similar feeling before?

Kuro: yeah.  ‘m starting t’ notice it more and more lately, but every time I’m damn sure there’s gotta be somebody else around, it just turns out that I’m completely alone.  

At first I really did think I was just imagining things, but it’s been happening way too often for that.  ‘s why my guard’s up more these days.

Souma: so that is your tale, is it?  This ‘presence’ seems yet undetectable to me, but...I cannot deny the oddness of what you have revealed.

What are some other occurrences of this phenomenon?

Kuro: ‘s not like it happens all the time or like I’ve been able to figure out a pattern or anything.  I can feel it one day, but then if I’m doing the exact same thing at the exact same time the next day, nothing unusual happens.  

Sometimes it’s when I’m training like today, but sometimes it’s just when I’m walking down the hall.  

Souma: is that so?  That sounds truly worrisome, but at the same time...I feel as though I have no insight on how to help you with this problem.

Kuro: I gotcha.  Now that you’ve got a taste of it, ya wanna know the truth, right?

Souma: hm~m...

Kuro: (still, I know it’s gotta sound creepy - something that ya can feel but not see.  Kanzaki really doesn’t seem to have had anything like this happen to him before, and what kinda person could be responsible that could just disappear into the background like that, anyway?  ‘s like it’s some kinda creature or something.  

Whoever’s pulling this off has gotta have some serious skills...hmm?  Come t’ think of it, didn’t something kinda like this happen back at the high school?  And that time it was just Fushimi, right?*** 

I hope this is another thing we can just kinda laugh off in the end).

Souma: no matter how many times I turn this around in my brain, it refuses to make even an ounce of sense.

Kiryu-dono, why don’t we discuss this with Hasumi-dono?

Kuro: nah, he’s busy with Akatsuki stuff right now anyway, so the last thing I wanna do is pile more onto his plate.  

Well, if ya don’t feel anything weird, then why don’t we just forget about it?

It’s probably just me stressing out over how busy everything’s gotten these days.

Yeah.  

That’s it, for sure.

Translation notes:

* - this is a reference to the act of a samurai attacking an unsuspecting opponent (usually somebody just walking by) in order to test out a new blade or fighting technique - so Souma’s basically saying that he’s not just pulling his sword on random people. 

** - Souma actually uses the word ‘gaman’ here, which is a Buddhist term that loosely means ‘enduring the unbearable with patience and dignity’

*** - this is a callback to the ‘Gang’ gacha story 

[shiro-0197]

aw shiro, my love, don't worry about it!! i only hope you're okay and safe :d please only reply when you're free, and don't feel bad about it!! >:(

my day yesterday was okay, i've just been relaxing, and studying occasionally. went out to explore a nearby town too, it's so pretty there. and much colder (since it's a highlands) of course!! Today was great too. I bought doughnuts (they're amazing?? I love doughnuts), and I had instant ramen, but it was SO spicy I nearly died. (Three bottles of water later, because someone finished all the milk in the household *cough* me *cough*) and I'm still just reeling. Sucks having such low spice tolerance HAHA. I'm listening to some old school hip-hop rn, while typing this out :D how were your two days?

here are some i'll be using to teach english :d and that would honestly be much appreciated, he's getting on my last nerve rn. (I included the first few, what do you think?)

thats such a priceless feeling i so totally agree. you're so precious 🥺🥺 i'm sure they're prouder thank you imagine. you're so dedicated!! i'm sure all that extra research you've done will definitely pay off. it's good that you know what the job is roughly like, so you'll be really prepared when you finally do start it. you know that one scene, in the 2nd season of the great pretender? when the chinese mafia boss emphasizes the importance of a translator in literally everything? (like that book award example) i may be getting the thing muddled up, but i found that so cool. like yeah, a book or speech could be absolutely beautiful, but if everyone can't enjoy it due to it being a different language, it would be such a shame. i just find translators really important. sorry, i'm really dorky haha 🥺🥺

awww but i think your personality type is wonderful. a lot of my favourite characters are intj (they're all so precious istg grrrr) yes!! i was in a tooru brainrot yesterday too 😭😭😭 (saw a bunch of couples on my walk, and I was like "if only Tooru was real grrrr") and yes?? there'd be so much to learn from each and every one of them. dedication from hinata, savage lines from tsukki, kindness from yams/yachi, how to be a dork 101 from atsumu. aaaah 😭😭i'm sorry they're all so wonderful.

No pftttt I totally feel you. I saw some people without masks today and I was like "bro wtf" and just really loudly said "I sure hope everyone starts following the rules so the cases don't increase" because I'm a lil bitch like that xD

awww okay!! I'll definitely keep that in mind. Mayo makes everything better, tbh >.< aww that's understandable! I don't have specific preferences but hearing the phrase "soggy cheese" makes me want to cry somewhere :( I don't like nuts in chocolate. I'm very passionate about that? XD ikr??

I'm surprised too, I usually never pass on murder, but I guess you're just special like that 👉👈 sir I'd get married to you as many times as you'd like 😼 oops sorry for being cheesy, but—you like cheese ;)

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I won't ask why, don't worry. Since I kinda feel the same about Malaysia tbh. It's a love hate relationship, I think HAHA but yeah 😣😣 i don't look up to US at all, and it sucks because people generally do. And I'm just like ;-; why (no offense to Americans tho lol)

is that even legal omg they're so chaotic?? XD how cute tho. Angel does stuff like that all the time too, but I'd never know that when I first met her (she has the most perfect exterior, and then when you get to know her; she's the biggest dork) Schools opening on the 20th, I can't wait to see her then :] (I can, however, wait for the exams which are scheduled for the 25th ugh)

peanut butter is indeed yellow, not up for discussion hehe :) here's my favourite hues!! I love gentle, soft hues like these (pastels) , for yellow; I don't have a favourite. they're all wonderful

ahhh no that's so precious of you!! :)) I'm smiling rn.

yeah skdhskdjsk I'M JUST SO GRRR. Whenever someone goes "hey Ari can you ______" and we both respond?? The tension?? In the air?? Bro skdjskks. 😔🤚 You share a name with one of the most precious characters too tho!!;

This is Shiro from Voltron hehe. I love him so much, just like I love you (tho I'm sure we both know I love you more <3)

I share a name with a book character. His name is Aristotle Mendoza, but his crush-turned-boyfriend calls him "Ari" (which has been my nickname since I was 12). Reading it for the first time was the BEST feeling ever. It's also my favourite book, "Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe".

—Ari :D (no pfttt I love the tag so much. I have my own tag, that's like the best thing ever 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

Heyyy I'm so sorry for answering so late!! I know you said not to apologize but..... well hmm no excuse I just feel like apologizing, but either way thank you for your patience!!♡ This is the third time I'm rewriting this, and this time I'm doing this in my notes because fuck it😔

Im glad to hear that!! Highlands are always so pretty. Wish we had those here, but it's only steppe here:( Boring~ ooh, donuts!!! They're really good. I havent much, but I tried them like 3 times and they're so good. I really hope I will get to eat more<3 also WHAT'S THOSE NOODLES' NAME I WANNA KNOW- Are you feeling okay now, though? XD

My days were nice!!! Felt as if I had been hiding three bodies, but I've been feeling better lately. We had online school yesterday so I'm excused from the errands for the half of the day, thankfully. But your messages make me very happy. Though I dont always feel like writing a response (or I get stressed because it doenst save) so very sorry for that😔

Ohh those look so pretty!! I'd totally join to just look at them. The colors are so nice🥺 it looks like one of our olympiad prep slides, though better. I dont have the screenshots sadly😩 Either way I really love the little details like the squiggly thingies or the Ж .... they seem unnecessary but the energy changes a lot without them hehe

I really hope they will be🥺 that'd mean a lot to me. And I'm also really hopeful itll work out. I really don't wanna disappoint my family, which is literally just one person. The less people there are, the more it hurts, you know?

Yeah, that scene meant so much to me!! I dknt remember much, but I was very happy they said something like that, because I've been told being a translator wont work out for me. Now look at me, I'm about to tell them to fuck themselves<3 I was also so surprised to see Laurent know that many languages ..... I aspire to be like him😩 And honestly, I havent though so deep of that but you opened my eyes and now I'm about to float off into the next universe😭 dont apologize though, its very cute!!!♥︎♥︎

Heheh, I guess you're right.. every single anime INTJ is a silent sexy mastermind and I love them . ... YEAH every single time I see a passing couple i cry because I dont have anyone 😡💔 and sometimes when I see people doing something amusing (which includes people failing cuz I'm evil) I just imagine one of the characters doing that and I smile all the way xD Honestly, I'd sell my father on black market for a single day with one of them:( though that may sound like a really low price because his cigarette filled lungs wouldnt cost a lot... I sound like my 7th grade self again I'm so sorry

BAHQHHANEJWJD I HOPE THEY WERE EMBARRASED. I HOPE THEY FELT AWKWARD AND OTHER PEOPLE DID TOO, they deserve it. Like, learn your lesson bitch, it's been a year!

Yeah!!! I love mayo, not to the point where I would gulp it down from the package, but it does make dishes taste good. Same, soggy cheese on itself sounds like a dish served in the ninth circle of hell. You should try nuts in honey!! Like, just straight up dip them in honey. Sounds weird, and it doesnt always taste NEJFJKSKF (depends on the honey)but I think it's worth trying xD Walnuts are the best with honey I think

That was so funny ... TOO FUNNY, I LAUGHED FOR LIKE . 3MINUTES STRAIGHT and I do not laugh when I'm tired. You really are special 😭😭😭😭 cheesy ... HAHRNFJJSF

I'm so sorry for being a bully like that but it's so funny how you left a single U there . Its so mysterious, was it in purpose? Or were you lost in the excitement if messaging me?

I was one of those people, honestly 😭 but mostly because I wasnt aware of its political condition, I guess. Maybe theres more than just politics that's bad about US, but honestly, it has more opportunities than this hellfire. Though now I'm more into Norway and Japan. Really wanna travel there :(

Heheh, yeah, we never really show off to strangers at first. I dont know what exactly I mean by we, but you get my point ♡ Good luck though!! I hope it goes well for you<3

Oh they looks so pretty!! They're really wonderful. Like bubblegum and cotton candy and literally anything sweet... it's so cute !!! And I totally agree, there isnt a bad yellow.

HAHAH, honestly, that reminds me of how there were 4 people with the same name in my class, and whenever the teacher did the attendance thing, they would all stand up. Teachers usually dont say the last names, so we always gotta ask which person they mean if theres more than one person with that name, so yeah.. That happened on accident at first, but then they just did it for trolling xD

OH MY GOD HES SO PRETTY? HES SO PRECIOUS?? HUHHH??? I gotta thank Kuro for this wonderful opportunity of sharing a name with someone like .... him🥺

Oh that's so cool!! Also, he has a boyfriend ... I really need to start reading xD it's so cute though! It sounds like such a good book, I'm glad you share a name with him, hehe!!

I also share my real name with one of the characters in a kids' show, and its SO ugly, I'm in pain. Every time my friends see one of those on TV they go

Which is a pain in the ass, it's so embarrassing...........

Awh, okay!! I'm glad you love it, cuz I do too. Because it's your name.... cuz I love u. That was so lame PLEASEJWJDJSJF I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS GREAT !!! LOVE YOU

[epic-ash-and-sora-fan]

Alive Chap 1

Clemont thought that getting the chance to be an intern at a new facility would be a valuable learning experience. Little did he know this facility held a huge secret which could change the world as they knew it! (Diodeshipping)

Chapter 1: The Amazing Facility

No way…

Clemont stared at the letter in his hands. His breakfast cereal sat forgotten on the table. The teen couldn't even fathom how this was happening. Was Placebo Net seriously inviting him to work as a temporary intern?

Placebo Net was a relatively new facility, but they already made a name for themselves. They're dedicated to creating various tools and drugs that improve the quality of life for people and pokemon. They're close to curing several diseases and even stunned doctors by helping someone walk again. Placebo Net made the impossible possible. Why would they ask him to be an intern at his age?! What insane universe did he wake up in this morning?

"Clemont, you've been gawking at that letter for ages, what's it about?" asked a youthful voice beside him.

"Sorry, Bonnie. It's from Placebo Net. They… want me as an intern."

"Wow, really?!" cried Bonnie. "Cool! They made all those new medicines right?"

"Yeah, it's only a temporary thing, but I could learn a lot."

"You're gonna accept then?"

"Maybe…" said Clemont as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm a little hesitant to leave the gym but… Clembot has been keen to go solo for a while, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping."

"Well keep an eye out for keepers because I won't be around to help with that," said Bonnie with a wink.

"Bonnie!" moaned Clemont. Then he smiled. "Okay, I'll do it. What harm could it do?"

The rest of the day consisted of calling Placebo Net to inform them of his decision. He also made certain all was in order for Clembot to run the gym in his absence. He is due to start tomorrow, and it would, for the most part, be an induction day. Placebo Net wasn't ridiculously far from Lumiose City. Just an hour's train ride to Kuro City so it wasn't like he would be miles and miles away. Still, the manager of Placebo Net suggested Clemont actually roomed at Placebo Net. Not only it would make things easier for them both it would also be more cost-effective for Clemont to not have to pay for train tickets every day. The teen couldn't argue with that logic so he agreed. Bonnie pouted upon hearing this.

"Can't I come with you Clemont?" she asked sadly.

"I wish you could Bonnie, but I'm going to be really busy. It isn't like at the gym where I could watch you during a lull in challengers, I'll likely be gone all day."

Plus, Clemont was sure the researchers wouldn't appreciate his sister getting under their feet all the time while they were trying to work.

----

Clothes, check. Toothbrush, check. Pokeballs, check.

"Clemont this is the eighth time you went through that list. You have everything already!" griped Bonnie as she watched from the doorway.

"One can't be too careful Bonnie," said Clemont as he got up from his cross-legged position on his bedroom floor. He picked up his backpack which was now several times heavier then went to give his sister a hug.

"You be good okay. I'll call when I get the chance."

"Okay. I love you Clemont."

"I love you too."

Meyer walked into the room with a lunch box

"A little something to eat on the train. It's not your mum's cooking, Arceus rest her soul, but it's filling I'd imagine."

"Thanks, Dad," said Clemont as he accepted the lunch box and was just able to fit it into his already crammed backpack.

"Well, good luck son. Work hard and keep us posted, and don't worry, Bonnie and I will hold down the fort."

Clemont nodded and after more goodbye hugs Clemont left the gym. He glanced back at the building for a moment, knowing he won't be back for a while.

"No turning back now," he said to himself and continued on.

----

Clemont was now getting off the train at Kuro Station. Kuro City was as the name implied. Everything was dark coloured. Even the pavement somehow. The flower baskets dangling from various homes were the only things with even an ounce of colour.

Clemont pulled out his map and was somewhat surprised to find Placebo Net was only a couple of blocks away. Along the way the blonde watched everyone go about their business. Children not much younger than Bonnie played hopscotch in a play area with a Skitty. There was a salon where a woman was reading a magazine while waiting for a man to finish grooming what Clemont presumed was her Furfrou. A pansear walked up to Clemont and handed him a leaflet that advertised a pastry shop. The teen placed the flyer into his pocket to review later. He also strolled by a flower stall where a young woman was making flower bracelets with the aid of her Floette.

"Here we are!"

The building was incredibly modest. It was about 30 stories tall and the walls were a dull grey. The windows were so clean, Clemont would forgive anyone for thinking there were no windows at all. The glass door slid open as he approached. Inside was a sharp contrast to the exterior. The walls and floor were pure white. There were tall plants in each corner of the lobby and there were light blue chairs by the windows. Clemont soon reached the desk where a brunette woman with a loose ponytail was typing something on the computer.

"Ahem… erm excuse me, I'm the new temp intern starting today." Clemont stuttered as he presented the badge he received for verification.

The woman peered up and smiled.

"Ah, yes let's see."

The woman accepted the badge and scanned it on a machine next to her computer. After it made a happy beep, she nodded and handed the card back.

"So you're Clemont. Well, everything seems in order. I'll let the boss know you're here. So if you'll take a seat."

"That won't be necessary, Heather. I'm already here." announced a new voice. Clemont turned to see a middle-aged man walking towards the desk. "Appreciate the sentiment though."

Heather nodded returning to her work. The man turned to Clemont. He had dark brown thinning hair, and he wore a lab coat over his mint green shirt.

"Wonderful to meet you Clemont," he said as he held out his hand which the inventor took. "Again, I'm delighted you accepted our invitation. My name is Brad. I believe we spoke on the phone."

Clemont nodded.

"Thank you for inviting me. It will be a valuable learning experience."

"That it will." laughed Brad. "Every day is a learning experience here. Now, why don't we start with a tour? Would you like anything to drink? A snack perhaps?"

"No thanks. I had something on the train."

"Well if you change your mind, let me know," said Brad as they headed towards the door he entered through which turned out to be an elevator. Brad pressed a button, and they ascended. They went up a few floors before the elevator beeped and the doors opened.

"This is the research floor," said Brad. "Self-explanatory. We learn everything we can about diseases and how they can affect the human body. Same thing with pokemon. We're now researching Pokerus and determining if there are any hidden adverse effects of contracting it. So far all we've found is that it can occasionally cause mild skin irritation, and that's only in very rare cases and is treatable with prescription cream."

Clemont looked around. There were many people either on computers or looking through microscopes. Someone jotted their findings on a tablet.

"As you can see they're very diligent," said Brad with a smile.

"This is fascinating!" cried Clemont. "I can't believe how efficient everything is."

"Haha, if you're impressed already, I can't wait to show you the rest of the building," laughed Brad.

The tour continued at a steady clip. Brad showed Clemont the computer room and another research room. There were several break rooms and rest areas for all-nighters.

"We'll this one up to be your room," said Brad. "Why don't you leave your backpack here. It looks heavy."

"It is. Thanks," said Clemont as he took off his backpack giving his shoulders some much needed relief, and placed it on the bed. Once that was done with they continued the tour.

"This is where the magic happens," said Brad as they entered a laboratory. "Once we've determined that the drug works and is safe to use, we send it to hospitals or pokemon centers depending on who needs it."

"Hello sir." said a blonde woman as she entered the room carrying a small case. "What brings you here if I may be so bold?"

"You may," said Brad. "I'm showing our new intern the ropes.

"Oh, of course! That was today." cried the woman. "I can be such an airhead sometimes. Nice to meet you. Clemont right?"

"That's right," said Clemont as he shook her hand.

"Well, I'll be looking forward to working with you." the blonde woman turned to Brad and whispered something to him. Brad smiled reassuringly.

"I'll tell him Freya, just getting the induction done with first."

"Sorry, tell me what?" asked Clemont. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. What was Placebo Net up to?

The researcher flinched as if he knew he let something slip. He sighed but smiled.

"Well I suppose it won't hurt to inform you now, but first I should explain a few things. I hope you'll listen before making any decisions."

Against his better judgement, Clemont nodded.

"Then let's head up a couple of floors," said Brad.

Clemont followed Brad to the elevator while clutching at his sleeves. He had expected a normal internship, but this was turning out to be something creepy and even a little shady. He stayed silent in the elevator wondering what Brad wanted to tell him.

"Now what I'm about to tell you is… let's say unusual, and we're not ready to go public with it yet. We'd be grateful if you keep what you're about to see under your hat for the time being."

Clemont nodded.

"Yes, of course."

The elevator door opened. The duo walked down the hallway and through a door that led to another laboratory. It had lots of glass tubes of varying sizes sat on top of a large table. The contents of the tubes made Clemont's stomach turn.

"Is…. is that…?"

"Yep," answered Brad. "That is a human heart."

In fact, each tube held a different organ. Lungs, kidneys, a liver, a stomach and even what appeared to be a human brain.

"Wha… what is this!?" he cried disgusted by what he saw in front of him. Brad let out a loud laugh.

"Had you going, didn't I? You can relax Clemont, we didn't gut anybody. These are artificial, surprise!"

"They're not real?"

"Technically, no," said Brad. "but they don't have to be. They work just like the real thing."

It took a few seconds for that sentence to sink in, but when they did they hit Clemont like a truck.

"What?!"

"You heard right," said Brad smirking as if he was enjoying this. "It took a lot of trial and error, but we have been able to create a working heart out of synthetic fibres. They are 100% eco-friendly. No plastic whatsoever. I remember the first breakthrough well. We created an artificial heart. Then we wired it to an artificial human brain. We gave the heart a little jolt, not much different from a defibrillator. The heart began to beat! Only for a few seconds but it was beating! I'm amazed Officer Jenny didn't come knocking from how loudly we celebrated. After countless failures, we finally created a heart that worked! Now we just had to keep it working. This is revolutionary! Transplant waiting lists will be a thing of the past if we can pull this off! If someone needs a new heart. We could build one and best of all it would be adaptable to that person's blood type so there will be no risk of rejection. We've even made artificial blood and blood cells. Yes, blood cells! In simpler terms, whatever the human body has. We've made a synthetic version."

Clemont could hardly believe what he heard. If what Brad was saying is true, then it truly was revolutionary. It could change lives! This was like something out of a sci-fi movie.

"So…. you…. you could even replace brains?" he asked.

Brad let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, I don't about that. They are just for research and testing other organs. It's the brain that tells them what to do after all."

"So… you've made an artificial version of everything? Could you even make skin? Hair? Bones?!"

Brad gave the inventor another smile.

"I think I'll let you be the judge of that. Come with me."

Clemont followed Brad back into the hallway still reeling from what he was being told. What could top artificial, working organs?

"Through here," said Brad as he led Clemont through another door. The long room was almost empty. Just a few tables with a computer on each one. There seemed to be a window in front of the desks but it showed what was in the room next to this one.

"We'll use this one-way mirror for the time being," said Brad. "We might scare him."

"Him?"

Brad said no more. He gestured to the one-way mirror so Clemont walked towards it and peered in. He saw an empty room with a single bed. On the bed, someone appeared to be asleep. It was a boy, not much older than Clemont. He had tanned skin and black messy hair. The blonde couldn't see much else though as the boy was under the bedsheets. At first, Clemont thought it might've been another intern and wondered why Brad was showing him this. Then another possibility crossed his mind, and it made him weak at the knees.

"That…. that's not…."

"It is," said Brad looking serious. "That boy…. is the first completely artificial human."