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[tenchiforum]

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Tenchi Muyo! Ryo-Ohki Gokuraku: Archive.org

Tenchi Muyo! Ryo-Ohki Gokuraku 2: Archive.org

Tenchi Muyo! in Love Gokuraku: Archive.org

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Tenchi Muyo! Toko Muyo!: Archive.org

Tenchi Muyo! Solitaire: Archive.org

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[arcadebroke]

[ijustwannahavefunn]

new videooo

[atlasologi]

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Gokurakugai Volume 4 PV by JUMP SQ - Saotome Tao [CV: Kobayashi Yuu]

[everth1ne]

Gokurakugai - wallpapers

[mangachi]

Gokurakugai (極楽街) - Yuto Sano

[fusudesu]

[okkottsus]

Weren't you supposed to be taken by my beauty?

for @tanchirou.♡

[raamitsu]

YORU / SAOTOME JIN FOR VOLUME 4 COVER (OFFICIAL) RELEASE ON SEPTEMBER 4TH ⭐

[pfpanimes]

⌕ gokurakugai • alma.

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[ambigirl]

I have 3 new gen babies

They're literally my sons, and I'm Their mother

(I have an orphanage btw, full of my anime children)

[epickiya722]

DO Y'ALL SEE THE ART?! DO YOU SEE?!

[atlasologi]

GOKURAKU

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Gokurakugai Volume 4 PV by JUMP SQ - Alma [CV: Ura Kazuki]

[nomazee]

hiii! congrats on 1k! may i pls have alma from gokurakugai w friends, amusement park n 22:22?

this was so cute i loved this prompt. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! hope u enjoy :*

my 1k event!

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Alma's hand is warm, almost too warm against yours. His fingers are intertwined with yours, scratchy and calloused. The summer heat has gotten to the both of you, and you hope that the sweat collecting in your palm doesn't bother him as he drags you around the park.

It's late, and the sun went down a few hours ago, but the heat of it still lingers on your skin. Your feet are aching and you think if you walk around for any longer, your legs will crumple underneath you like paper. But Alma's so—warm, and kind, and he looks back at you with this stupid beaming smile as he leads you around all the corny games and rides. Your stomach is still swirling from the last rollercoaster you went on, and your pockets are very light from the sheer volume of money you’ve lost to ball-toss games. 

"There's— oh! They're selling takoyaki over there," he points out, attention moving rapidly from you to the food stands to the crowds of people around you. "You know, we tried making takoyaki ourselves once, at the agency with everyone, and it was pretty good! I wish you were there for that."

Wish. He wishes you were there. There's a stirring in your chest at the thought of being wanted by a friend.

Unfortunately, the sight of the long, winding line in front of the takoyaki stand mixed with the darkening sky reminds you that you do have responsibilities. Like the math homework due tomorrow that you've neglected for the whole week, and the dreadful bus that you have to catch at seven tomorrow in order to even make it to school on time.

"Alma," you call for him, and he whips his head back to look at you. His smile falters. Your expression must give you away, then—the guilt, the frustration, the ache.

"I have school tomorrow," you explain with nothing short of dismay in your voice, "It's— it's pretty late right now. I have to go. I'm so sorry, it was really fun, seriously—"

"Hey!" he cuts in, already grinning again and pulling you close to him with the hand still wrapped in yours. "It’s seriously fine! I did keep you out pretty late, huh. I didn't even notice."

And he looks around—at the people still walking and wandering and having fun, and your heart sinks. You're a buzzkill, and you know that, but you're already failing a class and you can't risk missing any more days of school. Alma—you don't think he really gets it, and that makes it worse. In the grand scheme of things, you don't know too much about Alma—how he works—but you know that he doesn't go to school the way that you do. Every time you've hung out on a weekday, it's been cut short by a call from home or your own consciousness screaming at you to get back and do your work before you flunk out.

"I really am sorry," your hand squeezes around him, breath stuttering in anticipation as you mentally beg him to squeeze back, just to signal that he's not so upset about this. "I would— I would stay out for longer, but… Alma, really. I’m sorry.”

“You apologize way too much,” he says, earnest and honest and still smiling the way he always does at you, with something warm between his lips. “Hey, um, can we go on one last ride? I’ll pay for your ticket. The— the ferris wheel?” 

He’s so stupid, and it’s corny and cheesy and ridiculous, but you see the heat of hope on the apples of his cheeks and his eyes dart around from yours to the flickering lights behind you. Your lungs squeeze, and so does your hand around his. You’re a weak person, too weak against Alma and the fond feeling in your chest. You relent easily. 

“Okay,” you agree, lips curling in giddiness and wonder. Alma laughs a little bit, breathy and relieved, and promises to take you home after this one last ride, and you can’t find it in yourself to feel guilty when you get home late, math homework untouched, responsibilities replaced by the fluttering in your stomach.

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