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Trifiesta 2024 Day 1: Summer/Winter

Seasons of Love

In the Kirishima-Yokozawa household, everyone loved Summer.

For Hiyori, it was the sun warming her skin, the many kinds of fruits that she and her onii-chan would bake into pies and cakes, the long bike rides with Yuki-chan, the beach trips, all the flowers and butterflies, the festivals, and the pretty clothes she could finally wear outside and that her dad complimented her on. For Zen, it was the picnics in the park, the ice creams, the sunset he admired when he went home late, Takafumi wearing t-shirts and shorts around the apartment, the sheets warmed up by the sunlight of the day, and of course, Hiyori’s birthday. For Takafumi, it was the fresh air of the evening, the shooting stars, the sunbathing sessions with Hiyori on the balcony, the laundry drying up within a few hours, the delicious smell from the street vendors’ carts, and Zen’s sleeping figure under the morning light.

For Sorata, it was sleeping sprawled on the floor in a beam of sunlight.

In the Kirishima-Yokozawa household, everyone loved Winter.

For Hiyori, it was the snow and the snowmen to build with it, the hot chocolate her onii-chan prepared for her everyday after school, the sledge races with her dad, the condensation on the windows, the Christmas shopping, and above all, Christmas itself, with all the food and presents to share with the people she loved the most.

For Zen, it was the footsteps he left in the snow, the ugly Christmas sweaters he wore just to embarrass his boyfriend, the good excuse the cold gave him to cling to said-boyfriend at night, his mother’s hot pot recipe, the snowballs battles with Hiyori, and the New Year’s party at Marukawa, during which he could contemplate Takafumi in formal attire, and get contemplated in return.

For Takafumi, it was the hot coffee in the morning, the beautiful snowfalls, the colorful lights in the streets, the movie nights when Hiyo, Zen and himself -and Sorata- cuddled up under a warm blanket on the couch, the calm and quiet once the sun was down, the fond smile Zen had as he watched Hiyori open her presents, and the joy of spending the holidays with his family. For Sorata, it was sleeping sprawled on Hiyori’s bed every night.

In the Kirishima-Yokozawa household, each season had its own perks, its own reasons to shine. But the most important one was the one they all had in common.

It was that Hiyori, Zen, Takafumi -and Sorata- got to spend them together.

@trifiesta

[playingforever]

your streams was my first impression of little nightmares so i was going in Blind, but i had been interested in getting into it for a while so im very glad you streamed it! anyways, i had a little confusion when earlier in the game you were like.. "lol, foreshadowing the timeloop.." and it made me so O-O UNTIL I SAW THE VERY END AND REALIZED: wow thin man is mono. i was soo shocked. so, OnTo the question, what was your first reaction to finding out thin man was mono like? were you shocked, not shocked, expected it, etc? how did avvy feel, too? it was such a nice plot twist so im very curious !!! - retrospring ask [link]

Hahuuu~ ah I'm amused that this was your experience, I'm um glad if our errant commentary as we were playing wasn't like ruining the experience for you or anything kfkfk...

Me and Avvy were first watching Little Nightmares through some letsplays done by a vtuber girlie we like (Hiyo-chan, a member of KittenParty.) This was because, I'm actually quite sensitive and easily put-off my by horror, so the 'padding' of having a silly anime girlie play the game was helpful. I have nightmares easily (ironically enough...) so when I imbibe too much horror, I can be left ah, anxious, restless, unable to sleep, kind of plagued by my own mind for days... 9_9; My problem is, I'm also intrigued by horror concepts, due to my interests... so I've always been curious about Little Nightmares as a series, actually. It's just always been a big question of, if I could even handle the experience...

Typically, I like to go into games blind, and experience the narrative unfold in real time. I would have preferred experiencing LN this way, but alas, I couldn't steel myself to boot up the game once, even after having gotten it for free years ago. So in the end, it just was a serendipitous thing, that I was already watching a lot of streams from KittenParty members, and Hiyo-chan happened to have played LN1+DLC+LN2. I thought, sure, why not finally get into that...? Might as well, if I can't play it... Funny because, as casual putting on the stream was, I still would get so anxious I'd have to look away, and we had to make sure it wasn't too close to bedtime before watching... It was a slow process as a result. 9.9;

We got through LN1 and enjoyed the ending of that one. As we were watching LN2, it felt less 'tight' by comparison... hmm, like, less thematic?? As a result of no longer being in the singular environment of the Maw. We started to get this feeling like 'wait, what's the theme here? What's the point of this all?' So I remember we actually paused midway through the Hospital chapter (after dealing with all the Patients to get the fuses.) Anddd we just like, reconvened, read ahead to see what the ending was. Hmm, it's a little funny looking back... because I remember we were simply feeling like 'ehh, is this all worth it?' ... where are we going... Mm but this happens sometimes, I mean I had to stop my playthrough of OMORI and spoil the ending for myself, because I was starting to feel unsure if it was 'worth it' to continue sitting through. TBH, it doesn't even have to be that a game is Bad, I'm just umm a sensitive person so, I think the more invested I am in something, the more I'm wary about being overly invested & then being disappointed by the outcome... [sniffs] And well, I'm also fussy and picky, so I can admit that sometimes I am impatient to learn whether or not something is going to feel like a Waste of Time... Much to read and watch you know, don't wanna lose braincells to frustrating things.

... all that said... Learning about Mono becoming the Thin Man was intriguing. And umm, amusing also, loll like, wait, whahhh? Why is the little lad becoming slenderman what's up with that... Watching footage, the scenes involving the Thin Man were simply cool, I liked the feel to them. What does it mean that the enemy that Mono and Six face is actually Mono...? We finished watching the game and then dwelled on it, some. This way of processing the twist meant that it kind of came to me 'slowly'... I wouldn't say I really felt the impact of playing it all in a continous sitting & then receiving it. However, it's meant that over time, I've appreciated more and more, the sequence of events leading to that reveal. I think everything from Six being kidnapped > confrontation with the Thin Man > Signal Tower + destroying Monster Six's music box > the finale of Mono being dropped & steadily becoming Thin Man... All very compelling-!! I suppose, I think it walks you through all the emotions you're SUPPOSED to feel...

'NOO nooo not Six!! Ooh give her back... I'll save you Six!! This awful ghoul has taken you from me... Whoa-!! These crazy powers I am gaining...?? Ohh.. Oh noo Six what happened to you? Eh... ahh... break her music box?? ;; Ahhrh is this right? But, I guess I have to do it... NOO Six whyyy?? Why did... o-oh. Oh, okay, I guess, I guess that's, why...'

And ultimately I must enjoy what it says about Mono, that at the end of this journey... He, simply chooses to perpetuate this cycle, that with all the knowledge of what's happened, he will still be stuck in this loop. It's a satisfying ending that retroactively makes the game more interesting to rewatch, again and again... Really, I feel that LN2 did so good at what it set out to do, that even the events of LN1 are more compelling because of it — even if, initially, I was feeling that 1 had a stronger experience.

I guess you can just imagine me and Avvy really pouring over this stuff, spiritually swirling our wine glasses, discussing it for days on end... Really enjoye it. Enough that it has motivated me to, essentially overcome my paralyzing fear of the game, and instead just receive it as a fun story. Enough that I had to play it myself! XD Soo strange to think about really... that hasn't happened before.

[sailor-scribbles]

Patron

Mamoru was puzzled. Sitting on the table was a parcel that Usagi had excitedly brought in just a moment ago. It was about the size of a toaster and wrapped in brown paper and twine. The package was addressed to Mamoru but had no return address or markings.

“I wonder what this is.”

“Eh? I thought you would know. Like maybe you ordered a new coffee maker or some books.” Usagi picked up the box and shook it a little. It seemed fairly light. The contents just sounded like paper shifting around inside.

“I don't remember buying anything.”

“Maybe it's a gift!”

That seemed possible. Just last weekend, Mamoru turned a nice round 20 years of age. The official age of adulthood according to Japan. He celebrated appropriately – a night out with friends from college, punctuated with a special surprise when he came home… Usagi wrapped in a bow.

It was a good birthday.

But who else would be sending him something this late?

Mamoru pulled off the twine and started to unwrap it as Usagi looked on curiously. The box seemed oddly scuffed, but ignoring that he pried open the top.

They were photos. Just an huge cache of photos – loose, mostly candid Polaroids, a couple of framed ones as well. Mamoru turned the box over on the table to look at them. As he spread the contents out, he noticed a small envelope along with them.

“They're all of this man and his son.” Usagi had picked up a handful of photos and was flipping through them. And she was right, they were mostly of a dark-haired man and a boy, smiling and waving at the camera. But something tugged at Mamoru's mind as he stared at them. A stack of family photos addressed to him…

“Hey, Mamo-chan, he kinda looks like…” She trailed off, looking from the photos to Mamoru and back again. The unsaid implication hung in the air.

He had already realized it as well. The man looked familiar. The shape of his face, the color of his eyes… were very much like Mamoru's.

“Dad?”

~~~

Mamoru didn't know how long they sat there, slowly sorting through the pictures. Neither he nor Usagi said a thing. Before today he had no photos of his parents. Growing up at the children's welfare center, he had the same as everyone else: food, clothes, and roof over his head. Not much else. Not even memories.

It wasn't until he was old enough to leave the center that he was confronted by an attorney, who told him about the Chiba inheritance. The woman said that, coupled with the insurance money, the accounts had been handled by a private party and kept safe for the day Mamoru turned fifteen. She assured him that he would be well taken care of: an apartment in Tokyo and already registered to attend the prestigious Azabu High next spring. Besides a few assets that were locked away until he was an adult, the rest of the money was his to do as he pleased.

But it was the first item she handed to him that was the most important: a simple one-page family registry, his parents' names typed out neatly on the sheet:

Father: Chiba Ishiei Mother: Chiba Hiyo.

For nearly five years that was all he needed. Mamoru kept it tucked away in a book among many on his shelf, away from prying eyes. After confronting his visions and meeting Usagi, there was never any question about what he left behind.

Until today.

Now his past was laid bare on this small kitchen table. There were so many photos. All of them were of Mamoru and Ishiei – or should I call him Dad he wondered – doing various things. Going to the park, attending a festival, Mamoru's first steps…

He didn't remember any of it.

Mamoru took a closer look at the mailing box, which he now noticed was much older than he first thought. The cardboard was scuffed and scraped, like it had been shipped many times. Various postmarks were stamped all around it, overlapping once there was no room left. He ran his finger over the faded ink. Okinawa, Honolulu, London, New York, Paris… He could just barely make out the full name of the package's original recipient: Chiba Hiyo. His mother's name.

If these photos were his mother's, then who sent them to Mamoru?

His gaze fell on the little yellow envelope that had tumbled out of the box with the pictures. It looked newer than the rest, crisp and bright. Blank.

A sudden panic clenched his heart. Mamoru was six again, waking up alone and confused. Who was he? Did anybody know? For nearly a decade he had waited in that facility for someone to remember him. And only now was there a response. A distant relative? A stranger? Weren't those both the same thing at this point? An unknown person who knew more about Mamoru's childhood than he did.

Was he afraid?

Before he could be overwhelmed, a gentle warmth enveloped Mamoru from behind.

“Mamo-chan. I'm here with you.”

Usagi had at some point gotten up to embrace him, her arms wrapping protectively around his shoulders. Cradled to her chest like this, he softened as her heartbeat steadied his own.

Mamoru reached up for one of her hands, bringing it to his lips to kiss it. He didn't trust himself to speak yet, but hoped that was enough to tell her how much it meant to him. With his other hand, Mamoru finally picked up the envelope and opened it.

Inside was a letter. He read it silently as Usagi looked over his shoulder, still keeping him in her arms.

Chiba Mamoru

These belong to you. I think it's about time for both of us to have closure. If you'd like to meet, I'll be waiting at Cafe Toujour, August 30th at 3pm. This will be last and only time.

Your benefactor, Kusaka Toshie

It was short, almost terse.

“Kusaka Toshie…” Mamoru repeated the name under his breath. It didn't ring any bells.

“Do you know him?” she asked softly.

“I don't recognize it but…”

He remembered what that attorney had said those five years ago. “A private party” had handled Mamoru's funds while he was at the welfare home. Was it this Kusaka person?

“….it's complicated,” Mamoru sighed. His brain was exhausted from running in circles. It wasn't that he didn't want to share this with her, but Mamoru himself didn't understand that part of his life very well. Somehow, it seemed a lot scarier than fighting aliens or evil. At least he had practice with that.

Usagi didn't press it, instead kissing the top of his head comfortingly. She picked up one of the photos and smiled at the scene: Ishiei giving toddler Mamoru a piggyback ride.

“You look really happy in these.”

She held him closer as he kissed her hand again.

What to do about the letter could wait until tomorrow.

(an extra fanfic bit from this.)

[aparticularbandit]

Loaded God Complex (I)

Summary: The problem with designing a Game that ends in your death during your most desperate hour is that sometimes things can get better.

...and then you still have to play a Game that ends in your death.

Or: The woman we know as Tsumugi has probably the best birthday of her life at what is probably the worst time to have it.

NOTE: Because this is pre-game, Tsumugi's name is different. In this, she is primarily referred to as Tsukasa Yuki instead of Shirogane Tsumugi. Despite names you might recognize, every other character in this is an OC. Think of it as a reverse reference; Yuki seeded her scripts and games with references to people she knew and loved. We're just seeing that in reverse.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M for brief nudity.

AO3

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Her phone vibrates.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Eventually, through the fog of not quite sleep, she picks up on the faint tinny notes of an 8-bit variation from one of the earliest versions of the Game – they called it a bug on the soundtrack, but she’d always thought it was superior to the original version – and groans.  It’s probably work.  No one else calls anymore.  Not even Ryoko.  Probably because she hasn’t had time for cosplay since Mitsuki died, and she’s chained to her work, and all of the one hundred thousand reasons Ryoko gave when she told her to leave.  She said they would still be friends.  But she’s seen the pictures Miki posts all over Instagram.  A friend wouldn’t rebound onto the singular person she hates most in the entire—

To be fair, she never really hated Miki (and she doesn’t now).  She just knew that if she ever left a gap for that snake to slither through—

Doesn’t matter.

Doesn’t matter.

Phone’s ringing.

(And she knows it’s not Ryoko because Ryoko had her own unique ringtone.)

((Shave and a haircut—))

((Ryoko preened when she put her name in the Game.  She’s part of the lore now.  They even had Ryoko – the character, not her girlfriend…ex-girlfriend – on the show for the 50th Anniversary.  They’d brought a lot of the old favorites back and thrown them all in together, and fans always begged for Ryoko to be one of the victims (doesn’t matter if they die or they survive, they’re always victims), so….

Ryoko – her girlfriend, not the character – had been very appreciative.

Even when Ryoko – the character, not her girlfriend – died.))

(((Let’s be real, no one thought Ryoko was going to survive the Game.  No one.  They took a poll, and she was the one voted most likely to die.  And she did, but not in the way anyone expected.  It had been fun, running around the forums, seeing all of the theories – the fighting over whether Ryoko was going to be the Mastermind (she wasn’t) or whether she was going to ever be the Blackened (she wasn’t).  In fact, she was the Case Four heart-wrenching—

Look, it is her favorite case she has ever written.  Her favorite case from her favorite season.  She still can’t believe that Mitsuki—)))

Final ring.

She should probably answer.

It’s probably important.

….

If it’s really important, they’ll call back.

She lets it go to voicemail.

Three minutes later, the vibrating and the 8-bit ringtone again.  She groans.  Again.  Before she even opens her eyes, she grabs her phone from where it’s about to vibrate off her desk – catches it, more like – and flips it open.  She squints her eyes as she opens them – the computer screen is so bright – and pushes her cockeyed glasses into place.  (Like Gendo Ikari.  Even if no one else is there, she gets a thrill from doing that.  Ryoko always caught her out.  Sometimes she laughed – sometimes it was a cute joke between the two of them, and Ryoko would kiss her for it afterwards – but every now and again it would be shorthand for we need to talk, and they—)

“Tsukasa Yuki,” she mutters in that grog of not quite fully awake.  “Do you need something?”

“Tsukasa-sama, are the final scripts done?  Only Hiyo-chan said that they were supposed to be done three days ago and that you were still going over final revisions but Matsu-kun said to give you time to make sure everything was perfect and that you still had a character name to fix or something like that, but we really need the scripts, um, today so that we can start all the engineering for the new flashback lights and getting all of those variations in the—”

Usagi rambles.

She has always been very good at rambling, and Yuki, even on a good day when she’s had three cups of coffee (or something stronger), has a hard time pulling out more than every third word.  Just because she can write a fast-talking character doesn’t mean she can understand one in real life.

….

Not that Usagi is a character by any means.  That’s not….

Nngh.

If she was, Usagi would be an NPC in the foreground of Yuki’s life, the Navi that always gives not-so-helpful hints about what she’s supposed to be doing next, even though she already knows that, thank you very much, Usagi.

(She loves Usagi.  She does.  Truly.  That’s why one of the new characters has so many references to her.  She wants to give a gift to the team who stood by her, after all, even while she burns everything to the ground.  Fans will remember Usagi’s character far more favorably than the character she will become, at least.)

While Usagi rambles on, Yuki pushes a hand through her long blue hair and squints at the screen in front of her.  The scripts are close enough to what she plans that it will only take some minor modifications to fix things once she gets started in the Game, and they’re far enough away from her intent that the others shouldn’t see through them.

Still.

“Have you read the scripts, Usa-chan?”

“Oh, n-n-no, Tsukasa-sama.  I-I-I don’t ever read the scripts ahead, if I can help it.  I like to be surprised, you know?  By the Games!”

Usagi oversees the creation of the flashback lights – or, at least, the mechanism for it – as well as any other technological necessity the Game might need.  This season’s model is supposed to be a lot more flexible than last season’s; they’re still fiddling around with how specific they need to be to download the scripts into their characters’ minds.  It’s not an exact science (except that it is).  But this year, Usagi made a back door for her, so that if she needed to overhaul the script completely, she could.

At her request, of course.

“You’re…you’re still planning to join the Game this year, aren’t you, Tsukasa-sama?”

This is not the first time Usagi has asked her this.

It probably won’t be the last.

Usagi will probably continue to ask this up until the moment that she—

“To be quite plain, we’re too far into the plan to change it now, Usa-chan.”  Yuki’s eyes skim the script, a few buttons click-clacking as she makes a small improvement.

“B-b-but…but Tsukasa-sama, you know what’ll happen if…if….”  Usagi’s voice trails off, only to return nearly immediately.  “I-I mean, remember Mitsuki-chan?  She wasn’t…she wasn’t as good a writer as you, Tsukasa-sama, but—”

“I remember.”

A few more clicks and clacks as Yuki tries her hardest not to grit her teeth.  That wasn’t even her real name, just the name of her character.  It’s like nothing else matters anymore.  Like she hadn’t been Yuki’s co-showrunner since nearly the beginning, like she hadn’t been the one who asked Yuki to partner with her in the first place.  Like she wasn’t the better writer between the two of them—

“Mitsuki made a mistake,” Yuki says, her eyes narrowing.  “Multiple mistakes.  She let the characters get away from her.  She—”

“—deserved everything that happened to her,” Usagi completes in a monotone, quoting the company response.

“Should never have been in the Games to begin with,” Yuki completes in a hiss.  She doesn’t like to think about Mitsuki.  She was…she was a flaw in an otherwise perfect Game, a moth who lost sight of herself when she drew too close to the flame.  The Team thought it better to shit on her after her death, but Mitsuki was – was – a gifted writer.  A gifted showrunner.  It’s too easy to say she got in over her head by playing a Game.  She just—

Got scared.

Cracked.

Went off script.

Exactly what Yuki is planning to do, but not so methodically planned out.

Mitsuki hadn’t wanted to die.  (If she’d followed the script, she wouldn’t have.)

Yuki, on the other hand—

“Of course, Tsukasa-sama.”

Yuki ignores the complacent monotone lingering in Usagi’s voice.  “Let me finish this round of revisions, and I’ll have the scripts out to you.  Two or three hours?”  Which really means four or five.  Maybe longer.  She needs to be thorough.

“Yes, Tsukasa-sama.  Thank you, Tsukasa-sama.”

Usagi hangs up before Yuki can say anything more.  She’s someone else who should never be in a Game, not that anyone would ever suggest she should.  They have more than enough volunteers to have their minds rewritten with story, to sacrifice themselves on the altar of entertainment – quite literally, more often than not.  Team members never need to take on those roles, are never expected to take on those roles.

But certain exceptions can be made for Team members who are insistent.

Or who have enough sway.

Not that they haven’t tried to dissuade her.  They have.  Multiple times.  Multiple team members.

And every time, Yuki’s told them, I want to play through a Game.  I’m running out of ideas.  This will get me closer to the characters, closer to the action, closer to the emotions, and it’ll give me a better well to draw from.  Often, she’ll giggle and correct herself – From which to draw – before adding, But people don’t really talk that way, do they?  And that’s the truth.  Most people don’t speak in proper grammar like that.  If they do, it’s a character note.  A quirk.  Something to delve into in those one-on-one character events that happen in the downtime between murders.

It’s also a good way to shift the conversation, to distract from the lie Yuki’s been crafting for years now.

(Ever since Mitsuki died, actually, although she’s only recently acknowledged that.)

Yuki stares at the screen – at her reflection over the words she’s written, words that will soon be fed directly into the minds of her cast of characters.  She pushes a hand through her rumpled blue hair, through the strands that have broken out of her hasty ponytail as she dozed.  In the Game, she won’t be allowed to look like this – she won’t be allowed to bring her comfy Team Danganronpa hoodie (they never shirk on the quality with things), so she’s wearing it now, as much as she can, before she loses it forever.

Forever.

She lifts her arm and sniffs at it.  Still pomegranates, no matter how much she wears it.  Still Ryoko.

Yuki pulls the hoodie tighter about herself, ignores the bags under her eyes, and forces herself to look past her reflection to the words beneath it.  She has a job to do.  Better to finish it now, before—

Her phone rings again.

She doesn’t read the caller ID when she answers, “Usa-chan, if you want the scripts later, then you need to—”

“U-u-um!”

Yuki freezes.  Her jaw sets on edge.  “Miki,” she says through gritted teeth, “I’ve told you before that this is a shit time to—”

“I-I-I’m sorry!”  Miki trips over her words.  On the other end, she’s probably sucking her lower lip between her teeth and nibbling on it in that anxious way she has, and if they were having this conversation in person, she wouldn’t even be looking at her with those big, doe-like, amber eyes of hers.  Some people would call this moe.  Some people would call this cute.  (Yuki did both of those for years before she felt like Miki was making moves on her girlfriend.  Ryoko told her she was just being jealous, but look how things have turned out.)

“What do you want, Miki?”

More stuttering.  More tripping over words and refusing to get them out.

Yuki sighs and rubs her forehead with her fingertips.  She doesn’t have a migraine yet, but if Miki continues like this, she will.  “Get your story straight and send me a text, Miki.  I plainly don’t have time for this.”

I don’t have time for you.

“B-b-but Tsukasa-san, you’ll ignore the…the text!  And this is….”  Miki pauses again, and her voice lowers.  “It’s for Ryoko-chan.”

Still, Yuki grits her teeth, even as she feels herself soften.  She turns her back on her computer and wraps one arm around her waist.  Her lips press together in a thin line.  Then she repeats again, even softer, “What do you want?”

[bunnyreviews]

Time for my first review omg, took a long time but I have been waiting for inspiration to hit me and also I have been busy with things and thoughts. I read this one before sleeping last night and I kept thinking of it today because it was so cute! So here is the review and I tried to not spoil many details so no worries!

Title: Hiyo-chan Koi wo Suru?

Author: Sakura, Rico

Summary: From Good Girls Scan BL: Yoh and Komiya, two boys with brother complexes, start pretending to date. Even though it started out as a plan to make their brothers realize their importance, before they knew it, they started enjoying "fake dating"… To top things off, Komiya, who starts to find Yoh's pureness irresistibly cute, couldn't help but kiss him?? "Should I teach you a kiss that'll make you melt?" "I don't mind anything if it's you, Senpai??"

Tags: yaoi, romance, comedy, school life, fluff, smut

Rating: 9.5/10

What I liked about it: omg where to begin, first of all it was just so adorable, the context of the main couple gives a first love vibe which I love in bl mangas. The doubts, hesitations, confessions, it has all of those elements for sure. The high school setting also gave it a more realistic vibe of first love feelings 💗.

The art was so cute too and the character design was appropriate to portray the difference of personalities of the main couple. The smut scenes also were quite wholesome, consensual and nothing too over the top, kinda playful.

What I didn't like: something that is common with bl mangas like this: it was short, I needed more of their cuteness!!!. But even though it was short it didn't feel too rushed and the progression of their relationship was understandable. And I'm happy we got to see them when they become adults too.

Also there is a special chapter hidden in the manga "Ichinose-kun wa Itsumo Iinari" of the same author (I haven't read that one yet though, only the special chapter). It is chapter 4.5, about them going on vacation together, it was cute too and a sweet gesture from the author to add it somewhere.

That's it, if you do end up reading it, beware of cuteness overdose hehe. And well, let me know your recommendations for other bl mangas to review if you like!

Link:

PS. For first timers, remember that mangas are read from right to left 😉

[etherbonded]

PREGNANCY PROMPTS - accepting

@arccrum said: “ you’re going to be an uncle! ” hiyori to goro~

Goro looks dumbfounded at first, that had not been the news he'd been expecting to receive but he'd be lying if he didn't have the biggest smile on his expression, he's going to be an uncle! And god, he already is just radiating happiness, it's easy to tell by not only his face but his body language.

" Congrats Hiyo-Chan, I'm so happy for you two! I can't wait to be an uncle! Hehe... wait.. does mom know? Have you already told her? I'm sure Mom would be ecstatic hearing about it if you haven't! Or are you looking to surprise her? "

Of course the boy is naturally curious, why wouldn't he be? Especially when it comes to something as important as this!

[purpldawne]

hello hello! do you have any nickname headcanons/headcanons for what hiyori and arashi call each other?

OH BOY DO I

they're both pet namey, naru does it unintentionally and hiyori does it JUST to fluster naru.

naru is a big "love, hon/honey" kinda gal, it just kinda slips out casually and hiyori thinks it's cute.

hiyori, on the other hand, throws out EVERY pet name she can possibly think of JUST to see her reaction and stores that info away for no particular reason ( those terms are "honeybee, angel, princess, and sweetheart" btw )

they're both also rather partial to "baby" and use it VERY liberally, especially hiyo when she's tired

nickname-wise, hiyori loves nacchan, naru/naru-chan, and ara/arachan! arashi always calls her tomo-chan, which trips hajime up sometimes cuz it's close to what nazuna calls tomoya 😭😭

[thetinkereroftoys]

Name: Okamura Hiyori Nickname: Hiyo-Chan Moniker: Toygal Age: 20-24 Birthday: December 5 Species: Human Ethnicity: Japanese Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan Gender: Trans Female, She/Her Romantic Orientation: Pansexual Sexual Orientation: Demiromantic Occupation: (Wannabe) Superhero, Young Justice hopeful. Born to Okamura Chinatsu and an unknown father. Hiyori, born Hiro, was a smart child even at a young age. Understanding most of her toys before she learned to talk. But games with shapes become boring real fast. Thankfully, Chinatsu worked for a toy company and made great use of the company perks and benefits, as well as the discounts. To get Hiyori the toys that seemed to amuse her the most. And letting Hiyori play with test products that seemed to fit in her aisle.

But in the end, Lego seemed to interest her the most. She could make her own games, build extravagant structures. And after seeing something she thought looked cool, she could replicate it without even having to look at it again.

But the industry was driving Chinatsu crazy. The pressure on a single mother in Japan was too much for her. And she loved Hiyori so much that there was a decision to be made...

A few more years. A few more years she toughed it out, all the while laying the ground works necessary. All the while, watching as Hiyori began to grow up and express herself in a way that wasn't exactly considered 'normal' to others.

With preparations in place, Chinatsu took everything they had and left Japan. Going to the United States and settling in Metropolis. She had prepared to work under LEXCORP for their toys division. And thus Hiyori grew up in the safety of Metropolis, all the while following the exploits of the American Heroes. Starstruck and inspired, she followed their exploits and studied, with dreams of becoming a hero herself one day!

It helped that Hiyori was, to put it bluntly, a genius. A savant of technology. And managed to run through various studying programs to help gifted and talented students find their true passion. At age 13 Hiyori had graduated from university after showing off her robotics projects.

While everything always had a distinct style of looking like toys, or being built from toy-like components: they functioned. Better yet! They were amazing. Capable of even assisting Superman in a scuffle or two.

With this brain of hers she helped out her mother here and there, while also selling off the rough skeletal frameworks of her constructions to various companies to ensure that she and her mother could live in peace and comfort, earning her mother an early retirement for always supporting her, loving her; and accepting her, despite the revelations that came down the line.

But Hiyori wasn't done yet. She was talented, certainly, and many people wanted to hire her. But the problem was she refused to let go of her style, her aesthetics if you will. People were capable of using her framework designs to build their own versions of her tech. But it was never as good, or as strong, as what she had made. But when asked if she could ditch the toy parts and components, she'd immediately ignore a project.

This had often led to troubles. As a child they let it slide, even in university it was accepted. But as a teenager reaching early adulthood, it was suddenly unacceptable. And Hiyori closed herself off from the outside world, who didn't understand her.

But her dreams... she'd never give up on her dreams.

More than a little awkward, a heart of gold, a habit of info dumping and looking straight out of a manga or comic-book. She is always ready! Ready to help out, the heroes fight the bad guys! Her sights are set on Young Justice, feeling like she'd be a perfect addition to the team!

She hadn't... like... made contact or... dropped off a letter of interest or something. But... you know... she has a cool costume? Sorta. Her mom helped her make it! Wait, no, never mind that!

TOYGAL TO THE RESCUE!!!

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Bunny why haruki is taking so long soon bunny and mizuki goes back to class bunny hey there guys uh do you mind we have to go home with haruki

*Haruki appears overwhelmed as they all crowd around him, and as they turn to look at them, Haruki quickly walks out of the room and joins his siblings. The next day, they bug him again, and Haruki's patience finally seems to be reaching its limit as he stands up and faces the class.*

Haruki: Okay, that's enough. Hiyo-chan, sit in your own seat. Teru-chan, I've given you the same answer four times. Please stop asking. Akane-chan, pay attention and quit falling asleep. I'm not always gonna be able to give you my notes. Everyone else get the message? Good! Jeez!

*The class falls silent as they look at Haruki in shock, and he sits back down and rubs his forehead with a groan.*

[musumusuhiyoko]

Hey Hiyo-chan!

*She said, Giving musume a tight hug, Hands brushing over Musume's Horns to see if they were real.*

Can we do some horn-care together? You won't regret it!

*She said, Pointing at her own Horns.*

She immediately pulled her head away and covered her horns, looking uncomfortable.

“ Um..I apologize, But I barely know you. ”

[dragondemoness]

Im mean during they time was remnant they did call they classmates silly nicknames like kazu Chan soni Chan Tanaka Chan mahi Chan hiyo Chan buki Chan Teru Chan nagi Chan peko Chan fuyu Chan maru Chan kane Chan zuru Chan ( if don’t know those are kazuichi Sonia gundham mahiru hiyoko ibuki teruteru nagito peko fuyuhiko nekomaru akane and izuru yea they give them those silly nicknames) except junko they call her miss junko

Aw, that’s so cute ☺️

[rhyella]

ikuya: is this fashion

an answer to a question nobody asked (WHAT IF HIYORIS COAT ACTUALLY HAD A CHICK ON THE HOOD)

nagisa has given us great things 🙏

or, the free! version of what if fhq!kenma had cat ears on his hood

[mangaworld]

[anotherone-yikes]

[maneki-neko-channn]

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Bunny of course they didn’t silly they literally go into your palace and change your heart both even written the calling card

Mizuki: Not a good time, dude.

Haruki: Of course we didn't forget, Hiyo-chan. What made you think that?

Hiyoko: Well... Last year, when you and Ghost Kisser met... you started hanging out with him all the time, and we didn't get to hang out like we used to. Then you guys just started disappearing out of nowhere. I was fine, as long as I had Mahiru, but then she started getting busy too... I thought being in this club would bring us close again, but even then, you and Yotagami are together all the time. I just missed my big siblings... That's all.